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Anal at Last

By: damonX



"Oh yeah, that's it!" Mandy moaned into my ear. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

My girlfriend's hands clawed at my back, as she screamed her way through her second orgasm of the night. 

I could feel her pussy getting wetter, as I plunged in and out. She grabbed my head and pulled me down, shoving her tongue into my mouth. I braced myself against the pillow as her pussy convulsed around my shaft. As I slowed down, she released my face from hers, panting and dripping with perspiration. 

"My god, baby that was sooo good!"

I was happy about the compliment, but I wasn't finished yet. 

"Baby?" I asked as I continued to grind my hips into hers, pushing my cock deep into her depths. 

"Yes," she answered, locking her hands behind my neck. 

"Do you think we could try something different?"

"Like what?"

"Will you let me do you in the ass?"

Mandy gave me cold look and I stopped my thrusting.

"Damon. We've been over this before."

"I know, but..."

"I said no."

"Oh, come one baby." I prompted, grinding my pelvis into hers in an attempt to turn her on. "I promise I'll go slow."

"No. I'm just not interested." 

"Please!" 

"Jesus!! Get off me!"

With that, Mandy pushed me off and rolled over. I laid there for a while as my dick shrank away, before I said anything.

"I'm sorry."

Mandy rolled over, glaring at me.

"You just don't know when to quite."

"It's just that it's one of my fantasies."

"Maybe sometimes you should keep your fantasies to yourself. I do."

I cocked my head in confusion. 

"What do you mean?" I asked. 

Mandy sat up.

"You're not the only one with fantasies you know! There are some things that I would like to do, but I know you wouldn't be into them, so I don't pester you about it."

I was more than a little curious. I thought I knew all my girlfriend's fantasies.

"Like what?" I asked.

"I told you, you wouldn't be into it."

"How do you know?"

"Because, I do."

"Well, let's here it then. Tell me, and let me judge for myself."

"Just forget it."

There was no way I was going to forget anything.

"Well, maybe if I help you with your fantasy, then you'll let me have mine?"

Mandy laughed out loud. 

"Believe me. You would not want that!"

I wasn't so sure. I had been lusting after that ass for over a year now, and I was willing to do anything to have it. 

"I think I would."

"Okay then." she said. "Do you really want to know what my fantasy is?"

"Yes."

"Fine. I want to fuck another man. Maybe two at once. And I want them to be strangers that I pick up somewhere. I want to meet them. Bring them home. Let them fuck my brains out, and then never talk to them again. So what do you think about that?"

I was speechless.

"Do we have a deal?" she insisted. "You can have yours if I can have mine?"

"No." I said bluntly. There was no way I was going to let my future wife fuck another man, let alone two at once. 

"I didn't think so." 

I rolled over, unsatisfied and hurt. I had no idea Mandy wanted to fuck someone else. The fact that she would do it, killed me inside. I knew I would have a hard time sleeping that night. 

* * * * *

When I woke the next morning I was even more horny than I had been the night before. Mandy had already gone to work, so I knew I was going to have to take matters into my own hands. After a quick tooth brushing session, I began to rummage through the closet. The thing was packed full, so it took me a while to find what I was looking for. Finally I found it and pulled it out. I opened the shoebox, relieved to see that Mandy had not thrown it out yet. The shoebox was full of magazines, of the adult variety and one video tape. Exited already, I took it and popped it into the vcr. I then laid back on my bed, with my dick in my hand as it started to play. 

The movie had no plot, but was rather a string of scenes consisting mostly of girls taking it in the ass. My dick stiffened as a woman in the first scene began sucking some guy's dick. I slowly stroked my own cock as the scene progressed. She sucked his cock, then he ate her pussy. Basic porn formula, followed by some plain sex. I was just about to press fast forward when the guy started sliding his dick up his co-star's ass. The camera was on close up of her tiny hole as it expanded to accommodate the man's huge cock. The way it tightened back up when he forced himself inside caused a familiar feeling in my balls. I tried to relax, but as the ass fucking on the screen became more intense, I couldn't help it. A few quick jerks of my hand sent gobs of white cum flying all over my chest and stomach. I laid back, tired and sleepy, covered in my own cum. I had to have Mandy's ass I decided. At whatever the cost.

* * * * *

"You mean it!?" Mandy asked, in a surprised fashion. 

"Yes." I replied. "Go ahead. If you let me fuck that beautiful ass of yours, then you can do what ever you want."

"You can't go back on your word you know?" she said cautiously. "And I get to do mine first."

"What? Why?"

"Because, I make the rules here." She said matter of factly. "Is there a problem with that?"

I thought about it for a while.

"Don't you want it bad enough?" Mandy asked in a provocative, sensual tone as she turned around to show me her perfect tight ass. "Don't you want this?" She was running her finger tip up the crack of her skin tight jeans.

"Yes!" I replied quickly. "I want it. Yeah, you can go first."

"Good, " she said with a smile, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek. "Let's go shopping."

* * * * * 

"How about this one?," Mandy asked holding up a tiny, sheer white miniskirt. 

"A little slutty, don't you think?" I responded.

"Well, that's kind of the point." she replied dryly. "I think it's perfect. If you saw me in a bar wearing this, would you want to fuck me?"

"But I always want to fuck you."

"Come on! You know what I mean. Will this turn guys on?"

I couldn't believe I was helping my girlfriend find slutty clothes to turn other guys on.

"Yes. I think it will." 

"Good. Now I need a top."

"Can't you just use one that you already have?" I asked.

Mandy glared at me.

"No. This is a special occasion. I want something new." 

"But you never dress like this for me?"

"Oh, boo hoo," she mocked. "Poor Damon."

I was not impressed.

"Don't worry hon," she said. "Just think about how nice it will feel to stick that dick of yours in my tight little ass."

The thought made me horny with anticipation.

"Okay. How about this one?" I asked, pulling a little silver shirt down off the rack. 

"Nah. Too boring." she said. "Let's look over here."

The store was filled with outrageous clothes, and I wandered what kind of people wore stuff like that. There was leather, rubber, and assortments of other not so extreme choices. 

"Perfect!" Mandy said snatching a shirt from the wall. 

I took one look at it.

"No fucking way!" I said firmly. 

It was a tiny little white shirt with the word "Slut" printed in shiny silver letters. There was no way my girlfriend was going out in that!

"Too, bad." Mandy said. "You know the deal."

"But you can't wear that! Every guy in the place will be all over you!"

"Exactly."

"Fine then." I said, starting to get frustrated. "I guess you want a new pair of panties too huh?"

"Nope." she said. 

"Why not?"

"Because I wont be wearing any."

My head dropped. What had I got myself into?

* * * *

"Well, how do I look?" Mandy asked as she stepped out of the bedroom. She was wearing the outfit she had just bought, and she looked amazing. The skirt was so short, it barely covered any of her sexy legs. The tight little shirt displayed her perfect, firm tits splendidly, and her shining, dirty blonde hair was flawless as it cascaded down her shoulders. I stood up and walked over to her, taking her in my arms.

"You look amazing!" 

"Thank you," she replied with a satisfied smile.

I leaned in to give her a kiss, but she backed away. 

"Uh uh," she said. "You'll mess up my lipstick."

She looked so good, I wished I would be the one fucking her that night, but I knew I would have to wait my turn. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

"Absolutely. Are you sure you want me to do this?"

"Well, I have been having...Um..well..."

I was getting distracted as Mandy turned around and, smiling at me with those pouty lips, lifted her tiny skirt up. Gently, she ran her hand over her bare ass, and pulled one cheek a little to the side.

"You mean you're having second thought about this?"

I shook my head.

"No. Of course not."

"Good. Then lets go."

We went out and got in the car and headed off to a local club. I was a little concerned leaving Mandy there, but I figured she could take care of herself. Besides, I had no intentions of sitting around watching my girlfriend pick up guys. 

We got to the club, and Mandy excitedly jumped out of the car. 

"Bye, baby." she said as she walked off. "See you tomorrow."

I drove away, trying to clear my mind of the whole thing. I just kept reassuring myself that it would all be over soon, and then I would have my Mandy all to myself. 

As I got home, I headed straight for the liquor cabinet. After a few shots of whiskey I was ready for bed. I fell asleep with the thoughts of Mandy's ass floating through my head. 

* * * *

I awoke to the sound of a shutting door. My eyes popped open, but all I could see was darkness. I could hear some giggling coming from the living room. Why was she home so early? Why was she home at all? I could hear her voice, as well as another voice. A man's voice. Then it struck me. She had brought some guy back to our house! Quietly I listened.

"Not here." I could here her say. "Just give me a second."

A few moments later the bedroom door opened, and Mandy walked in. I sat up.

"What are you doing?" I asked coldly.

"Sorry, babe but Jason's roommate took some girl home so we had to come here." 

"I can't fucking believe this!"

I could tell that Mandy was quite drunk.

"So what are you going to do?" I asked.

"Well we need to use the bed."

"What? You want to fuck some guy in our bed?!"

"Please, baby. The couch is to small. I want this to be special. I want the bed."

"No way. Go to a hotel or something."

"Come on. If you let me do this, I promise I'll let you fuck me in the ass every day for a week. I'll do anything. Please??"

She was desperate.

"Fine!" I said finally. "But you owe me. Big!"

"Thanks hon." 

I grabbed a blanket and pillow and headed out into the living room. As I left, Mandy jumped on the bed and yelled out to her new companion.

"Okay stud! Get that fine ass of yours in here!" 

As I walked out, a tall man with dark hair entered my bedroom grinning from ear to ear. 

"Thanks man," he said, slapping me on the shoulder. 

I said nothing as I made my way to the couch. 

"Now where were we?" he said as the door shut behind me. 

I could here my girlfriend laughing and giggling away as I slumped down on the couch putting the pillow over my head. It was then I realized how thin our walls were.

"Ooo, yeah baby. Take that off! Here let me help you."

From the sound of Mandy's voice, she was sure enjoying herself.

"I want to suck your cock!"

I pulled the pillow tighter to my head, but it did little to muffle the sounds coming from my bedroom. 

"Oh fuck yeah, girl! You do that well. Yeah, suck it. Just like that!"

I couldn't believe I was listening to my girlfriend suck some stranger's dick in my bed! And what's more, I couldn't believe I was getting a hard on doing it! 

The sounds continued for a while longer before, I heard Mandy's voice again. 

"Fuck me now! I want that cock inside me! Give it to me! Give me that big hard...OH MY GOD! Fuck, you're huge! That feels soo good! Yeah. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy! Fuck my tight little cunt!"

Mandy never talked like that with me! I was amazed at the words coming out of her mouth. I reached down and started to rub my cock. My mind was a mix of jealousy and lust. 

"Oh yeah, you like that?" I could hear him say. "You like my cock baby?"

"I fucking love your cock! I love it! Don't stop fucking me!"

I could hear my girlfriend's moans over the sounds of the mattress and the head board slamming against the wall. As I lay there I began to wonder what position the were fucking in. was he fucking her in the missionary position, with her long, sexy legs wrapped around him? Or was he fucking Mandy from behind, slamming his hips into her taut, firm ass? 

"Oh my god yes!! Shove your cock in me! Harder! Harder! Fuck my pussy!"

I could actually hear the sound of their bodies slapping together as they fucked. 

"Oh yes! Fill me up! Fill my pussy with your cum!"

Just then I wondered if the guy was wearing a condom. 

There was a long, drawn out groan accompanied by a high pitched scream as they both climaxed together. Just then, a flood of hot jism exploded from my dick.

I pulled the covers over myself in disgust that I had just got off over the sounds of my girlfriend fucking another man. I yanked off my boxers, and used them to wipe up the cum before tossing them to the floor. I then tried to wash my thoughts of everything that had just happened and tried to go to sleep.

But the sleep would not come. I sat there and stared at the ceiling, wondering what Mandy was doing now. Minutes passed, that seemed like hours. Then finally I heard the bedroom door open.

I pulled the covers up to my head, pretending I was asleep as I stared into the dimly lit room. Mandy emerged from the bedroom, wearing only a pair of panties and the shirt she had bought earlier that day. I could see the word "slut" gleaming in the shadowy room. She made her way to the kitchen, and poured herself a glass of water. As she drank, another figure came out of the room. The man, who was completely naked, walked up behind Mandy and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck.

"Jason!" she scolded in a loud whisper. "What are you doing? My husband is right over there asleep!"

"It's okay, baby," he said. "I'll be quiet."

I could see him rubbing his cock into her ass as she set down her glass. She then reciprocated by grinding her hips back into him. She turned her head up and opened her lips accepting a deep, wet kiss as he reached around and cupped her breasts with his large hands. One of Mandy's hands then went to Jason's hip, as she pushed one of his hands down the front of her panties. She almost fainted then, as he slipped a finger into her little wet pussy. Her knees buckled and she pulled her lips from his. 

He then grabbed her, spinning her around and pulling off her shirt in one movement. I could see Mandy's tits perfectly in the moonlight from a nearby window. Jason lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Mandy moaned softly and ran her hand up the back of neck. He continued working her tits over as she wriggled out of her panties and kicked them aside. The pair was now standing in my kitchen, completely naked!

Mandy pulled Jason's face back up from her tits and kissed him passionately as his hands roamed her body. Suddenly, she dropped to her knees and grabbed his cock in her tiny hand. Looking up into his eyes, Mandy opened her mouth and took it in. Her lips slid down his shaft as he threw his head back in pleasure. She was stroking him with her hand as she sucked and licked his swollen dick. She then lifted his cock and held it against his stomach as she ran her tongue all over his balls. Jason moaned a little louder and put his hand on Mandy's head, coaxing her back to sucking his dick. 

She swallowed him again, this time taking him all the way down her throat. I wondered how she wasn't gagging. 

As she pulled the spit covered cock form her mouth, Jason grabbed her by the waist and lifted my girlfriend up onto my kitchen counter. After positioning Mandy on her hands and knees, he started running his hands over her ass and down the back of her thighs. He then planted quick kisses all over her ass cheeks before shoving his mouth in between her legs. Mandy pressed her face against the cupboard and bit her lip as jason licked at her pussy from behind. I think I even saw her put her hand between her own legs to play with her pussy. 

Jason then moved higher, and I wondered if he was licking her ass? Mandy was moaning louder now, as her new friend swiped his tongue all over her delicious looking backside. She turned her head to him and looked him in the eyes.

"Fuck me!"

Jason pulled her down, and spun her around, slamming her into the fridge. As their lips locked again, Mandy raised one leg and grabbed his engorged cock in her hand, guiding it into her waiting hole. 

Mandy threw her head back as he slid up inside her wet pussy. He started sucking at her neck as she locked both legs around his muscular ass. Lifting her right off the ground, Jason slammed into her. Mandy's hands dropped and clutched his ass as he fucked her, driving her body against the fridge. 

"Yes. Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me."

Mandy was speaking through gritted teeth and was trying to be as quiet as possible. This went on for what seemed like hours, until Jason whispered something in her ear.

"Oh yes!" she replied as he let her back down to the ground. 

Dropping to her knees, mandy looked up him lustfully as he jerked his cock right in front of her beautiful face. 

"Give it to me!" she mouthed, right before a stream of hot jism sprayed across her face. She opened her mouth wider, as Jason positioned his cock a little closer to her lips. She too the second shot right in the mouth and swallowed it down greedily. Likewise for the third and every other one after that. When Jason was down, Mandy took his cock back in her mouth and sucked the last remnants of cum from its tip. 

"Come on." she said. Let's go back to bed."

* * * * * * *

I don't remember when I fell asleep, but when I woke up the house was dead quiet. I rubbed my eyes, and sat up. I walked over to the bedroom and peaked inside. It was empty. I was started to wonder where the hell my girlfriend was, when I saw a piece of paper sitting on the bed. As I walked over and picked it up, I noticed several white stains all over my new black sheets. I cursed under my breath and started to read the note.

"Dear Damon,

Please don't be mad, but I decided to spend the weekend with Jason. I'll be back on Sunday, and you can have your present then. 

Love, Mandy"

"Fuck." I muttered as I crumpled up the paper. What had I done? Now I had the bear the thought of my girlfriend spending the weekend with some guy!

The fact that she hadn't even asked me, burned me up. I felt like going out, finding some slut and fucking the hell out of her just for spite. I was also horny as hell. And now I had to wait until Sunday fuck Mandy in the ass! 

I punched the wall as I walked into the bathroom. 

* * * * * *

I was sitting quietly, watching TV when Mandy came home. She came in without saying a word, walked over to me and gave me a big, wet kiss on the lips. At first I tried to resist, as I was still pissed off, but soon gave in and returned the kiss, sucking her sweet tasting tongue into my mouth. 

As she took her lips from mine, she began kissing my ear.

"Thank you so much," she said. 

"Did you have fun?" I asked dryly.

"Oh, yes!" she responded dropping her hand down and rubbing the growing bulge in my pants. I don't know what had got into her, but I was liking it!

"I want to return the favor," she said, licking at my ear lobe.

"When," I asked.

"Now! Right now!"

I couldn't believe how turned on she was! She never acted like this.

"You mean...?"

"Yes. I want you to fuck me in the ass!"

I found it very hard to stay mad at her. 


Anal at Last



To the outside world Dave Blackwood looked like a conservative forty five year old accountant with a nice house two little kids a station wagon and a pretty wife. But to his wife Jackie he was the best sex she'd ever had.

Jackie wasn't entirely surprised late one evening after the dishwasher was packed and the kids securely in bed when her husband asked her if she would like to try 'back door' sex. They had been married for over ten years and had experimented with almost every part of each other's body. The occasional 'rimming' of either of their arse holes had always increased the intensity of their orgasms, but they had never taken the final plunge (so to speak).

"Well, I don't know, Dave. I mean, it feels okay when you lick my bum hole, or stick a finger in a little bit, but you are so big! I ... I think it might hurt too much."

"C'mon, Jackie. It won't be bad. I won't hurt you." He promised.

"I dunno. I'll think about it."

"Okay. You think while I do this." He replied as he pulled her towards him and kissed her. His tongue seemed to travel halfway down her throat, filling her mouth with the soft, rough texture. Jackie's' own tongue found its way into Dave's mouth and the two exchanged explorations of the familiar orifices.

Jackie felt Dave's fingers slipping under her short top to find her swollen nipples. He pinched them softly, making her moan. Her hands were not idle, quickly finding his growing erection hidden in his navy work pants. He pulled his waist away from them, allowing Jackie to open the pants reach inside his red underpants and free his swelling cock.

A little over six and a half inches long and almost two inches wide, Dave had a nice dick. Jackie loved to feel the soft/hard flesh in her hand, in her mouth, and especially in her tight little pussy. The boyfriend she had had before she met Dave wasn't circumcised and had real hygiene problems. She had refused to put his funky knob in her mouth because it smelled so repulsive. It was because of this guy that Jackie vowed to never again fuck a guy who retained his foreskin. Thankfully, Dave had no such issues. His cock was cut and beautifully clean. Her favourite part was his thick brown pubic hair. Even though his head was completely bald the hair of his groin was a lush thick forest. She hated men who trimmed or shaved their pubes. What was the point? She liked a man to look and smells like a real man.

Thinking about being impaled by her husband's dick made her start creaming. She was getting so wet between her thighs; her pants had a growing dark spot below her mound.

Dave felt the cool air on his swollen cock, followed by Jackie's soft touch. Her small fingers barely circled the thick, throbbing flesh. The warmth of arousal flushed through Dave, as he knew what her next move would be. As he had thought, she broke the long kiss and moved her body so that her head was in Dave's lap. Her mouth was a fraction of an inch away from the hot purple head of his prick. She could smell his musk scent, a combination of man smell, sweat, and the heat of arousal.

Jackie's tongue darted out of her mouth to capture the gleaming drop of clear pre-cum from the tiny hole, her lips were soft and puffy, and felt oiled and slippery sliding Dave's cock in and out, twisting it, twirling it. Licking the underside (a major personal favourite), then swallowing it whole again. She sucked first one then the other hairy ball into her mouth and bumped them around, then rapidly swallowed his cock once again. She thought more about Dave's request to try anal sex. They had fooled around 'back there' in bed and in the shower. 

A sudden thrust of his hips brought Jackie back to here-and-now. The swollen head pushed up into her mouth, and she instinctively opened wider and bobbed her head down to begin swallowing Dave's penis. Her pussy tightened and she felt the butterflies in her belly as the hot flesh slipped past her tongue and began to enter her throat. She swallowed rapidly to avoid gagging, and once more succeeded in taking that beautiful cock all the way down her throat. 

Dave felt her throat contract, and then loosen up as the tip of his cock hit the back of her mouth. The tight, warm feeling that followed as her throat gripped his full length made him groan. He held her head lightly, letting her concentrate on what she was doing, rather than holding up her head. He never understood how she could do it, but even with her mouth full of him, she still managed to swab around the base of his penis with her tongue. 

Jackie's lips were touching the soft hair on Dave's belly and her fingers cradled the heavy balls that hung loosely below her prize. She drew back and gripped his length with her fingers, then plunged back down. She began to work loose her own pants, just enough to slip her hand inside. She thrust two fingers into her wet pussy, coating them with her warm sticky juice. Then, she fondled Dave's balls and the tender spot just between them and his butt hole.

Once more she thought about anal penetration. Without thinking, she lubed his ass with her fingers and slid them in quickly, just as she took his cock to the hilt and swallowed hard. Dave's reaction was instant, and surprising. She felt his sphincter tighten at first, then loosen up rapidly to admit her probing fingers, it felt surprisingly like her vaginal canal, Jackie thought. Soft, velvety, wrinkled flesh, moist and warm around her fingers. She felt the small, hard bulge of his prostate gland and rolled it with her fingers. She felt the small organ pulse, and the muscles around her fingers tighten in rhythmic pulses, as the penis in her mouth swelled and pushed out the thick, hot fluid from his belly into her mouth.

She had not remembered getting that much cum so quickly. It poured out of Dave, and filled her throat, jet after hot jet of the salty cream, straight into her stomach. His ass was still clenching her fingers as the spasm subsided. Dave was lying back in the chair, groaning and panting. His whole body was trembling through the release. Slowly removing her fingers from the back, and her mouth from the front, she crawled up next to him and kissed his mouth. Her own mouth held the last drops of his cum, which she pushed into his mouth with her tongue.

"Holy Shit! Jackie! What did you do? OMG! That was intense!" Dave finally gasped out.

"I was just... you know .. Down there and I started thinking about what you said.... and ... um well .... I just wet my fingers and stuck them in." She looked into his eyes for a reaction. "It .... it was okay, wasn't it?"

"Oh, yeah! ... It was REAL okay!"

Dave started to remove the rest of Jackie's clothes, and soon they were totally naked. Jackie's body wasn't as thin as it used to be but she was still really hot. She had small b-cup breasts with tight little nipples that grew quite long when she was aroused. A long torso and thin waist, a slight bulge in her lower belly, and the soft mound between her tight thighs was a smooth, puffy little slit. It was truly all Dave could do to keep from diving into that sweet treasure every time he saw it.

Jackie sidled up to Dave and rubbed her naked body against his. Her mouth found his and the kissing got hotter and hotter. Hands roamed over backs and butts, between thighs and genitals. Dave's fingers slipped into her wet pussy and pulled out soaking wet with her aroused nectar. He rubbed around the tight puckered opening of Jackie's bum hole. She jumped away at first touch, but Dave's soothing voice and soft touch let her relax and enjoy the stimulation.

Jackie felt her bum hole give way, and loosen up as Dave fingered her in small circles. The pressure he exerted grew with each passing moment, until the tip of one finger pushed inside Jackie's back door. She instinctively tightened her muscles, trapping his finger where it was.

"It's okay, Jackie. Relax. I promise it will be alright."

"But ... but ... what if it ... you know ... starts to hurt?" she asked with a worried whine.

"It may feel a little different, but we won't let it hurt. We must do this very slowly, and with a lot of lubrication. Don't worry, when you are ready, you will know it." Dave appeased her.

He continued to transfer her natural lubrication from her vagina to her bum hole, until the point that he was penetrating past her sphincter. He did not want to exchange the bacteria that lived in her colon to her vagina. That could be very bad for her health. As it was, Jackie was curled up with her knees up against her chest, one leg very high and spread wide. Dave had Jackie roll on to her knees with her butt high in the air. He spread her cheeks apart and admired the little star of her arse entrance. He also noticed that her pussy was dripping with nectar. He scooped up the excess that ran down her thighs and applied the slick fluid to her bum hole. He saw the tender opening begin to dilate as her touched the outer rim.

Jackie heard herself moan softly as Dave manipulated her anal orifice. It was as though it was happening to someone else, but she was feeling it all. Her belly was on fire, the heat of arousal coursed through her whole body. Every place he touched jumped with electric tingles. She felt his warm breath at the division of her thighs, and his extended tongue lightly touch her wet vulva. She rolled her hips back to encourage his oral attentions, and opened her arse even wider.

Dave tasted her sweet pussy, then targeted the little bulls-eye just above it. His stiffened tongue slid into her relaxed anal passage, but only a little. He continued to press the tip against the resistance of her virgin hole. He thought of how he relaxed his own bum hole to accept Jackie's fingers earlier. He stopped kissing on her bum hole, and gently slid his first finger where his tongue had been.

"Push a little, Jackie. Push from the inside ... like ... um ... like you do when you have a bowel movement." He explained.

"What if I .... it might .... OH! I don't know if I can!" Came her worried reply.

"Don't push hard, just a little bit to open the inner muscles that usually keep things in. We want them to let something in from the outside, but they work the same way." He maintained the steady pressure with his slippery finger, and reached around her slim waist to press on her tummy. He felt the tightness begin, just below her navel, then the loosening of the tight back entrance as his finger easily slid in to the second knuckle.

"OHHHH! Dave! It .. it went in so easy!" Jackie gasped. "That doesn't hurt at all!"

He worked the finger around in circles, stretching her back door before he added the second finger. This time Jackie pushed as she felt the extra pressure, and instantly received the gratifying fullness. She pushed back against Dave's hand and moaned.

"OH, yes, Dave. That does feel good." 

He pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, again. This time, he was able to fully insert his tongue the way he did when kissing on her pussy. The rich, earthy aroma and taste was different than the front, although he could still smell her nectar rich vulva as well. He managed to introduce a large quantity of saliva into the beginning of Jackie's colon. He once more traded his tongue for fingers, but added a third this time.

Jackie's groans and gyrations increased as the three fingers slowly pushed her bum hole wider and suppler. She pushed steadily with her belly muscles and the sudden release of her sphincter practically sucked Dave's fingers in. She was actually bucking back against Dave's hand, fucking her own butt on the wet fingers.

"Dave! Oh, Dave! It ... it..Ohmigod .. It feels so different!" She panted. "Do it more! OH, Dave, yessssss." She gasped as she thrust very hard and took all his fingers to the palm.

Dave had prepared some additional lubricant, but wasn't sure it would be needed. He pulled Jackie up by the chest, and pressed her back against his chest. He kissed her neck and nipped her ears, his hands gripping her tiny breasts and pinching her nipples. She turned quickly and faced him, knocking him backward on the couch. She kissed him hot and tried to get his penis into her pussy.

"Slow down, Jackie! We have plenty of time." He cautioned her.

"I'm so horny! I want your cock in me! I want to feel you inside me! OH! Dave! FUCK ME!" She cried out.

Jackie raised up on her knees and took Dave's penis in hand. No sooner than the tip grazed the swollen opening, she let herself fall straight down on it. She was so wet and excited; her vagina accepted the entire throbbing penis easily. Her belly slapped Dave's as she impaled herself fully.

"Ohmigod! Yes! OHHHHH, do it ... do me.... Ohhhh! Fuuuuckkk Mmmmmeeee!" She wailed as her body rocked and swayed on the stiff pole. Her engorged clitoris rubbed hard on his belly and she started cumming very soon.

"C ...C.... Cuummmminnngggg!" She announced, breathlessly. Her body shook and her eyes went back in her head. Her mouth was open, but silent with the intense orgasm. She felt her belly roll and tighten, her vagina clamped tightly around Dave's penis in rhythmic contractions. Several final thrusts of her hips ended the cum, "UH..UH ..OHHH!" she grunted and collapsed on Dave's chest.

Jackie had never cum that fast with him. Dave was surprised that she had released so quickly. He barely felt her hot labia on his cock head when her mound slid forcefully against his lower belly. He enjoyed the warm, wet glove of her pussy gripping his shaft. No sooner did he think that, her vaginal muscles drew tight and he felt the gush of her girl-cum flooding his groin.

He felt her heart racing, pounding through her chest to his. Her breathing was ragged and hoarse. She whispered at him, "Oh Dave, so good. Ohmigod, so fine!"

As she recovered from her vaginal penetration, Dave worked his hand around her butt and started massaging her bum hole once more. She purred and thrust her butt upwards, inviting him to continue. Her cum soaked her whole slit, all the way to her bum hole. He used her natural lube to aid in the invasion of her back door. Her body started the lover's dance, her hips rolling, pulling his fingers into her colon.

"Mmm. Yes, Dave! ... I. I want you there. I want your hard cock in my ass!" She blurted out. She kissed him deep and hot, repeating her request.

"Are you sure?" he asked in return.

"Uh-huh. I ... I'm ready, now."

Dave moved her off of him and they got on the soft carpet floor. Jackie was on her back, and Dave placed her knees up high against her chest. Her feet were almost touching the floor near her head. Her vulva and anal opening were spread wide and available. Her nectar coated all of her swollen, red slit. The labia were puffed and open, like butterfly wings. 

Dave knelt between her thighs and pulled her body on to his thighs. His erection pointed upwards in front of the glistening treasure box. Jackie pressed it against her slit and rubbed her juices all over it and Dave took a few short strokes in her vagina, before placing his thick, hot penis near the virgin hole.

He pushed the swollen head against the small star and watched it begin to open. The head popped in and Jackie gasped. Dave continued to push, and Jackie's eyes widened.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

She was biting her lower lip, and merely nodded. She had put a few small toys back there; her favorite was a thin vibrator about three inches long. Never could she remember anything this big near her bum hole. She started having second thoughts as she listened to Dave tell her to relax, get used to the feeling. She remembered to push down, and combined with the steady pressing of Dave's penis, her colon suddenly opened.

She felt the ripples of his hard organ passing the tight opening, filling her back door with hot flesh. Before she realised it, she felt Dave's belly against her vulva, and the most incredible fullness she had ever experienced. It felt as though she had to "go", but the surrounding pressure and sensations made it different. She heard herself groan.

"Jackie! Are you all right?" Dave asked.

"Don't move." She replied. "I'm so full!.. It ...it's so strange! It doesn't hurt, but there is a lot of pressure back there."

Dave smiled and tried to think of anything else, because the tightness and heat of her colon was causing his own inner heat to build, very fast. It had been a long time since he had done anal sex with a girl. Most looked at his massive penis and simply refused to try. Jackie'' body had accepted him smoothly and without pain. Their foreplay and earlier intercourse had relaxed and lubricated her just fine. This was the way it should be.

Unconsciously, Dave started moving slowly, pulling about halfway out. Jackie grabbed at his hips, "NO! Don't pull out!" 

"It's okay! Just relax and when you feel me push, you do the same, inside."

The slow rhythm took a while to syncronise, but soon they were 'Back door dancing' as though they had done it many times before. Dave could not stand much of the new sensations, though. 

"Jackie! I'm ... I. OHGOD! .... I can't.... OHHH gonnacummmm!" He cried out, and instantly filled Jackie's arse with his hot seed. He thrust deep into her and emptied his essence into her dark tunnel. The pulsing, throbbing penis spread her wide, and filled her to what seemed to be her belly. 

She felt him thicken, and get longer at the same time he called out his fears. She wanted this delicious feeling to go on, but knew she could not stop his cum. The sudden release surprised her, and she felt his hot seed wash her colon in thick, pulsing jets. This first time of receiving something in her bum was truly amazing. Not just the full feeling, but the pressure it placed elsewhere in her belly, the sensitivity of her genitals and the surprising heat of his fluid. It seemed hotter than when he filled her vagina.

About the time she thought he would have to pull out, she felt him touch her exposed clitoris and penetrate her vagina with some fingers. Her body went crazy! Her clitoris exploded, her vagina contracted, and she could feel her bum hole clamping the semi-rigid cock still lodged back there. The same contractions she had felt in Dave's bum hole, earlier were right there in hers! So intense, she cried out her second cum of the past few minutes, humping her body up to meet Dave's. So intense were her movements, that she did, indeed dislodge Dave from the back door. She lay panting, her legs splayed, and cum running from both holes on to the carpet.



Anal at Last!



Karen smoothed the sexy black nightie over her hips. She had been so embarrassed when she bought the nightie at a sex shop downtown. The nightie was sheer black silk with lace over her small, pretty breasts going down into a deep "V" past her belly button. The lace teased her sensitive nipples making them jut out. The hem of the flouncy skirt just barely covered her irresistible rounded ass. She wanted to pull the hem down but it bounced right back up. 

Looking at the clock, she knew that Jerry would be home soon. A glance around the room showed the perfect setting for her birthday surprise. The candles were lit, the music was on, the lights were dimmed and best of all the kids were at their grandparents for the weekend. She had rented X-rated videos for later and piled pillows, blankets, wipes and towels all around the TV. 

Nervously, she sat on the couch listening to the music and waited for the sound of her husband's car.

Jerry knew his wife was planning something for his birthday. Every year since they had been married, 12 years, she had made his birthday special by throwing a surprise party, cooking a special dinner, buying him a present he wanted but would never have bought for himself or taking him out to a play or musical. She had been acting so nervous all week that he knew she was planning something really big. Today was his birthday and for once, it fell on a Friday. Whistling, he inched slowly home in rush hour traffic. 

Jerry had first met his wife in high school. He was a senior and she was a sophomore. Stuck in traffic, he remembered her sparkling brown eyes and compact luscious body as she lead cheers at the basketball games. He had been in the band and spent a lot of time trying to catch glimpses of her cute ass as her trim legs did kicks and cheers. More than once, he missed his cue to play because he was drooling over her.

When he finally got the nerve to ask her out, he was amazed that she was willing. The fact that he was a senior and she was a sophomore had a lot to do with it. They had waited until he was out of college before they got married and it was several years after that before they had kids. 

Car horns woke him out of his reverie and he cursed when he saw the accident up ahead. He didn't know what his wife had planned, but he wanted to get home and find out. He loved her now more than ever and was looking forward to the weekend. 

Karen heard the car door slam and Jerry whistling up the sidewalk. She stood up quickly and struck what she hoped was a sexy pose. Jerry opened the door.

Jerry looked into the dimly lit room and drew in a breath when he saw his wife standing, posed for him. She looked breathtaking! Her long, soft brown hair cascaded in waves around her shoulders, her body outlined by the soft blackness of her silk nightie. She wore a garter and matching stockings with trampy high-heeled shoes. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. Jerry felt his cock spring to life. He shut the door behind him.

"This is the best present you have ever given me honey," he said. He smiled at his beautiful wife. After two kids and twelve years, she still had the sexy body of a cheerleader but with a little more voluptuousness to it. Her breasts were still small but fuller, her tummy a little more rounded and her ass was incredible. Rounded, firm but definitely a handful. He loved her plump ass even though she dieted and exercised trying to get rid of it. He saw the flouncy little skirt of the nightie barely covering her gorgeous ass cheeks. His cock twitched in his pants.

"Just wait, big guy," she said. Walking to him a little wobbly on the high heels, she reached him and wrapped her arms around him giving him a big hug. "I've thought about you all day, I couldn't wait for you to get home." She rubbed her body against him, placing her hand on his hard-on and feeling the rigid length of the shaft. "Mm, just what I have been wanting all day."

Jerry and his wife had a great sexual relationship. He heard the moans and gripes from his office buddies about how their wives were cold as fish and didn't want sex. But he and Karen still acted like teenagers. They couldn't get enough. 

He looked around the room and saw all the preparations she had made. "You've been busy. Kids?" He asked.

Snuggling into her husband's arms, she said, "Grandma's"

Smiling broadly, Jerry leaned down and gave his wife a big kiss. He knew just how she liked it and proceeded to kiss her forehead, eyes, cheeks and finally her mouth while holding her face between his big hands. He pushed her up against the wall and pressed his hard cock against her soft, warm body. His tongue began to lash her lips, diving into her mouth, claiming her. 

Soft whimpers escaped Karen as her husband kissed her. She melted every time his big hands held her face as his mouth devoured her. She slid her leg up his until it was hitched around him and pressed her pussy against him. She was so hot and wet she left a wet spot on his pants where she rubbed against him. 

Jerry felt the heat of his little minx wife and firmly grabbed her ass and pulled her roughly against him, grinding his hard cock within his pants against her heated box. "Oh, baby you get me hot after all these years," he panted. Humping her, he felt his balls swell and cock get harder. He kissed her hard and pinned her against the wall, his mouth seeking her hardened nipples. Biting them through the lace, he licked and sucked on them. 

Karen moaned feeling his cock, covered by his pants, humping her bare pussy. She hadn't worn any panties and had shaved herself almost bare, leaving only a little bristle of hair above her clit. The material rubbing so hard on her felt abrasive. She loved it. "Oh yes Jerry!" She called out when his teeth bit into her nipples. She arched her back off the wall, offering her breasts to her husband. "Oh yeah, baby, bite and suck my nipples!" 

Jerry's hand found his wife's shaved pussy and he caressed the smooth skin there before fingering her clit. He kept sucking and fingering until his wife's pussy was dripping and she was sagging against the wall, her legs barely able to hold her up. He loved getting his horny little wife weak and needy. "Yeah baby, I'm going to fuck you good tonight. My little hot birthday present." He bit her nipple again, hearing her moan and buried two fingers into her tight little cunt. "Your going to be my little slut tonight, honey?" He pulled his fingers out slow and pushed them back in watching his wife's sexy face.

Karen whimpered and said, "Oh yes baby, your slut for the whole weekend, I'll do anything you want. Anything at all, happy birthday!" She squealed as his fingers stroked her clit again. 

Jerry continued to finger his wife, pressing her up against the wall, as he thought about her words. He knew that she knew he wanted to fuck her up the ass and had for years. Was this her way of saying that he could? His cock leapt in his pants at the thought of poking his beautiful wife's sexy ass, fucking her up the ass. He had sought to fuck his wife's asshole more than once, but she had always been too shy and embarrassed to let him. One time, he had actually gotten her to let him try but she couldn't relax enough for it to work. It hurt too much. As much as he wanted his cock inside his gorgeous wife's butt, he didn't want to hurt her. 

Jerry leaned over and whispered hotly in her ear, "I'm going to fuck your ass." He wanted to see what her reaction would be to make sure he was going in the right direction with her birthday present. He knew his wife enjoyed games and role-playing. She also liked it a little rough, not enough to really hurt her, but she liked him taking control and overpowering her. He felt her pussy drench his hand at his words. He smiled. "I'm going to make you want me to fuck your tight little ass. You're going to want my hard cock meat up that virgin asshole, you'll be begging me for it." His own words were making him tense with lust for his wife's ass, his cock was jerking, twitching, ready to plunge into his wife's hot little butt.

Karen heard his words and shivered, her body responding to him as he continued to finger her. She spread her legs wider in response, humping his fingers coated with her juices. She loved the way her shaved pussy felt, so soft and smooth. His fingers played over them, messaging them, pulling them and then rubbing her clit back and forth just right. She moaned loudly. "Please, baby, I can't stand up anymore!" She exclaimed.

Laughing, Jerry picked his wife up and carried her to the pillows in front of the big screen TV. He quickly saw that she had put a tape in the video and he found the controller and pressed play. The title of the video went by, "Anal Annie in Paris". Chuckling he said, "You want my cock up the ass, don't you baby?" He laid her back on the pillows and pulled her nightie down so her breasts were exposed. She had nice firm tits, with puffy areola around 1/2-inch nipples. He loved to suck on them for hours. Her pussy was slick and shiny with juices but he devoted a few moments to her breasts. He pressed and kneaded them, pinching the nipples and vibrating them back and forth in his fingers. He watched his cute wife close her eyes and moan, her head moving side-to-side. He bent over and licked each nipple, sucking, nipping at it until they were tight and full. 

Karen moaned. She loved the way her husband made love to her. He knew just what to do but could still surprise her. She gasped as his teeth scraped across her nipple. "Oh baby," she said over and over. 

Hearing his wife so hot and horny made Jerry crazy. One hand stroking his wife's body, he undressed quickly with the other hand. He lay down beside her and pulled her into an embrace. His cock poking at her leg. 

Karen felt his warm, naked body against her. She felt his hard cock against her leg. Her hands rubbed his back up and down and then gently squeezed his ass. She loved him so much and wanted him so much. She breathed him in, smelling the days sweat and his aftershave. She loved the smell of him; it was like an aphrodisiac. She flung a leg over him and moved around until her shaved pussy was resting on his thigh. Moaning, kissing him, she rubbed her slick pussy up and down on his leg, her clit ready to burst.

Jerry let out a shaky moan when he felt his wife's hot little pussy rubbing his leg. He knew she could cum like this and kept up a steady pressure. He kissed her hard and soft, licking her lips and tonguing her mouth, sucking her earlobes, and fondling her breasts, pinching her nipples. Her gasping getting louder, he knew she was about to cum. "Cum for me, baby. Cum on. Rub that hot little pussy on my leg and soak me with your cum," he said urgently. He put his hands on her pumping hips, gripping her and guiding her frenzied rubbing. 

Karen felt her husband's hands on her hips, gripping her, helping her and knew she would cum quick. Trying to hold the feeling a little longer, she finally screamed letting the waves claim her. "Oh yes, Jerry, god yes! Ughn! Nnnn," she purred as she came. 

Jerry's cock felt ready to explode. He loved the sound his wife made as she came. Sexy, wanton, sweet, uninhibited. He stroked his cum spent wife, her body sweaty and hot. "Mm, baby that was a good one. My leg is coated with your cum." He felt her hot little snatch still rubbing him softly. The smooth lips sliding on his now drenched thigh. Disentangling himself from his horny wife, he lay her back in the pillows and spread her legs. 

"What are you doing, baby?" She asked but willingly exposed herself to him. 

He took off her shoes and slipped her stockings off. He rubbed his hands up his wife's shaved legs. "You got all ready for me today didn't you baby doll?" He asked. He bent down and sucked her toes, laving each toe with his tongue. 

She purred in response.

Licking his way up her leg, he began kissing and licking all around his wife's puffy, wet pussy lips. Smelling her scent, he didn't hold back and opened his mouth wide, trying to taste her hot little box all at one time. His tongue found her love button and lashed it. 

Karen cried out and tried to jerk away. She was so tender after an orgasm. But Jerry held her firm and lashed her swollen clit without mercy. She felt another orgasm welling up, her muscles tightened. Lifting her hips off the floor, pressing her pussy against her husband's devouring mouth, her body tensed as the orgasm rippled over her belly and down her legs to her toes. "Oh god, Jerry, that was good!" She cried. 

Jerry felt his wife's juices drench his face when she came. Her pussy was slick with her cum. Taking a finger, he got it wet with her juices and rubbed it up and down her slit. Then he slid it lower and teased around her little puckered asshole. He felt her go still but she didn't protest so he continued. Keeping his finger well lubed with her juices; he circled the rim of his wife's virgin asshole until he felt her relax.

Karen knew what Jerry wanted to do. When she felt his finger touch her asshole she tried to relax. It was hard to do. She just couldn't believe that anything up her ass could feel good. She had prepared for this by taking two enemas and flushing her system out. But even so, she still felt like it was dirty, nasty. Still, she was determined to give this to her husband for his birthday. Shakily, she let out breath. She tried to think of something else, but couldn't ignore the insistent tingles coming from around her asshole as her husband fingered her there. 

Feeling his wife relax just a little, Jerry pushed one finger just barely inside her asshole. The tight hole seemed so hot around his finger. His cock jerked and began to leak precum. "Baby, get on all fours for me." He asked his cute, reluctant wife. He was all the more excited because she was doing this for him. He helped her lay on her tummy and put some pillows under her hips so her ass was jutting up, round and sassy right in his face. Now her asshole was right where he could get to it without any trouble. Her swollen, puffy pussy lips were a pretty sight, shaved and smooth and still wet from her cum.

He bent over and ran his tongue along the outside rim of her asshole, delicately at first. Then he probed gently into her asshole, testing the tightness with his tongue. 

Karen gasped as her husband's tongue pushed into her asshole. She trembled at the feeling of the hot, wet muscle forcing it's way into her. Surprised, she found that it felt good. 

Jerry was getting hotter and more turned on by his adoring wife reluctantly offering her virgin asshole to him. Putting his mouth over her asshole, he sucked gently. Hearing his hot wife moaning softly encouraged him. He dipped a finger into her wet pussy and then pressed it into her asshole up to the first knuckle. She felt her muscle tighten convulsively around his finger and relax, then he pushed it in some more. He kept licking all around his finger and the puckers of her asshole as he pushed it in further. Her moaning was music to him; his cock was drooling a constant stream of precum in anticipation. 

When his finger was all the way inside her asshole, he gently began to work it in and out. Watching his finger disappear into his wife's heretofore off-limits asshole made him tremble with desire. "Baby, you doing ok? You like my finger fucking your asshole?" He asked hoarsely. "Do you want me to stop?" He waited breathlessly praying she didn't say no. 

Karen closed her eyes, feeling his thick finger in her asshole, fucking it. She was surprised at how good it felt. Different from anything else. She was moaning softly almost constantly now and had to think to answer her husband. "Mm, no baby you don't have to stop." 

"Do you want me to stop?" Jerry asked, pulling his finger out a little and then pushing it back into the forbidden orifice.

Karen moaned, pushing her ass back towards his invading finger, wanting to feel more. "No baby, don't stop!" She said.

Smiling, Jerry said, "Don't worry baby, I'm not stopping till I fill your tight luscious asshole with my cock! I'm going to stretch your asshole so wide the neighbors next door will here you squealing when you cum!" His finger fucked her asshole a few more times. Then he pulled all the way out. Wetting another finger, he prepared to push two fingers into his wife's asshole. He watched the tight bud twitching, clenching in front of him and licked it. His warm tongue pushed up inside his wife again, straining to taste her. 

Karen groaned, feeling her husband's tongue up her asshole. It felt so fucking good, she thought. How can he do it though? Then she felt him put his fingers against her asshole, pushing. She knew he was using more than one finger and felt frightened. But as she felt both fingers slip into her asshole, it didn't hurt, it just felt really tight and good. Wiggling her ass, she helped him push them all the way deep inside. 

Breathing heavy, Jerry licked dry lips and said; "You like this don't you baby. You like my fingers in your ass." He heard her moan and didn't really expect an answer. Gently, he messaged the inside of her hot ass tunnel, rubbing the walls and stretching them. He felt her tight sphincter relaxing little by little until he could pump his two thick fingers in and out of her ass without any problem. He kept finger fucking his beautiful wife's ass and with the other hand, he began to frig her pussy. Her clit was swollen, ripe as a berry, and he stroked, patted and rubbed it until he heard his wife's telltale signs of cuming.

"Oh yes, Jer! God don't stop, do it just like that, it's…" She broke off as an impressive orgasm ripped over her body, her asshole clenched down on his fingers so hard he nearly came too. Once again, her warm pussy juice coated his fingers and trickled down her thighs.

Whimpering softly, his wife lay spent. He slowly pulled his fingers out of her and licked her pussy and asshole. She was so plaint and relaxed now that he knew she was ready. Kneeling behind his luscious wife, her plump round ass just begging to be fucked, he gripped both her asscheeks and spread them apart. He positioned the head of his cock right at the entrance to her tight, virgin asshole.

"Ready baby? Want my big cock up your ass now?" He grunted out. The head of his cock pressed against the puckered outside of her asshole. He felt her tense up but kept pressing harder until the tip of his glistening cock was inside her. Groaning, Jerry concentrated on this his cockhead invading his wife's virgin asshole. He had lubed her up pretty well, but his cock was still dry, and the friction of him forcing his way into that tight orifice was maddening. His precum coated the tip a little and he was able to push inside his wife's butt. Watching the tip of his cock disappear into her asshole was almost as good as doing it.

Karen felt her husband big cock ready to fuck her asshole. She concentrated for a moment but didn't feel any pain as he entered her asshole a little. Once again, she was surprised at how good it felt. All of a sudden, she wanted him to fuck her ass hard. She wanted his big cock inside her tight asshole, stretching her, filling her. She felt ready to explode just thinking about it. She had this incredible urge to push her bottom back, impaling herself with her husband's cock.

"Jerry! Please fuck my asshole; fuck it hard, I want your cock ramming into my asshole. It feels so good. I want you to fill up my asshole with your hot sperm. Do it! Just do it!" She screamed out, wanting it so bad it made her beg. 

"Don't worry baby, I'm going to fuck your sweet ass, but I'll do it nice and slow and then I'll do it hard and fast." Jerry said, pushing into her a bit more, the head of his cock now embedded in his wife's asshole. He watched the head disappear and moaned. With just a little more pushing, he felt the head pop past her sphincter muscle into the walls of her asshole. Feeling the way clear, he shoved his cock all the way up her, his balls slapping her pussy. The little tight hole stretched wide, taking his whole cock eagerly. "Oh God, baby, you are so hot! So tight." Jerry grunted. He wanted so bad to slam fuck his wife's ass but knew to take it easy for a while. He pulled out slowly until just the tip of his cock was inside her, then slammed home again. The incredible sight of his dick fucking his wife's asshole had him sweating with tension. 




Anal at Last!



"Fuck my asshole hard, Jerry please! Fuck it hard!" Karen yelled out. She pushed her ass hard against him, really getting into it. It felt so good, she couldn't even think straight. All she wanted was his huge meat fucking her asshole, cuming inside her. Every time he pushed into her, a wave of pleasure shot through her body.

Jerry finally couldn't wait any longer. He began ramming steadily into his wife's tight ass, the heat surrounding his dick so intense, the muscles so tight on him that he was almost in an agony of pleasure. He tried to hold off but it just felt so fucking good he couldn't. Reaching underneath his wife, he pulled her up toward him with the palm of his hand on her clit. He felt her hard, wet little clit sliding on his hand, her asshole gripping and sucking at his cock, and everything went red as he let loose a stream of thick, hot cum deep in his wife's asshole. Bellowing like a bull, he pumped two, three, four times then shoved his cock deep, letting his cum fill her ass. 

Karen felt his cock plunge harder and faster into her asshole, the pleasure was exquisite. When his hand palmed her clit she nearly screamed from senseless ecstasy. The feel of his cock cuming, jerking within her tight ass walls did it. She came screaming over and over, the pleasure so intense she could barely remain conscious. 

Karen and Jerry both collapsed in a heap. His cock was slowly shrinking inside his wife's ass. Curling up spoon fashion, he tried to keep his cock in her as long as he could. She bumped her butt against him, helping. He embraced her, holding her breasts in his hands. Hugging her to him. "Baby, that was the best birthday present I have ever had," he whispered softly in her ear. 

Smiling, Karen replied, "And it's only Friday night, we have all weekend." 

Jerry grinned, feeling his cock getting hard again, still lodged in his wife's freshly fucked ass. Delighted, he felt his wife's asshole clench around his growing member. He then remembered that his wife had said she would do anything he wanted, all weekend long. Chuckling, he remembered some of his other fantasies. 

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Thanks for reading my story, please send me feedback and don't forget to vote! Check back often to find out what else Karen and Jerry do for his birthday weekend *smile* 



Anal At Last!



It had taken me a while to get up the courage to meet my online partner. We had exchanged suggestive and teasing emails and exchanged stories of conquests and fantasies for a while, and more recently had met for "cyber sex" on more than one occasion and both have enormous appetites for sex in many different shapes, forms and positions with members of the opposite as well as the same sex. I had just spent the weekend before with my girlfriend, so this felt kind of strange. He was a lot more experienced than me with the same sex, the kind of guy to go out and hit the right kind of clubs when he wanted some flesh. I had nowhere near that kind of confidence, not even with the opposite sex. The irony being that regardless of whether I have a guy or a girl who has the same thing in mind as the clothes start to come off, I'm a sexual Tyrannosaurus! Forget once not being enough, I'll go 3, 4 times a night (not including the morning) and will not stop at anything to whip my partner into a frenzy. 

A streaming wet pussy is an absolutely wonderful feeling, whether its wrapped around my cock with its owner moaning and sighing or dripping into my face and coating my tongue and lips with its wonderful sticky stuff as the very same girl writhes and squeals. In fact, its the only thing I like more than having a lovely big cock in my mouth, feeling it stiffen up as I lick and suck it, or even better, the taste and indescribably fantastic sensation of bringing that big cock off and hearing its owner groan with pleasure as his body shudders and he lets off his climax, soft and thick and sticky into my mouth. Almost as satisfying as blasting off a stream of white water myself, she or he clamping down their lips and letting it flow into their hard-working mouth, or releasing my rod and letting me beat off over their face to give them a real and well earned pearly-white smile.

In short, the only thing I enjoy more than climaxing myself is feeling another climax at the attention of the skills I've picked up through experience, pornography, fantasy and conversation with the like minded. And I always love to try something new, with girl or boy!

In the case of meeting my online partner, not a million miles away from me in London down on the coast in Southampton, it was both old and new. I hadn't had any bisexual action for over 6 months and I was getting unsatisfied just going with girls. My current girlfriend hadn't any idea that I was bi' and I knew she would never accept it or take part in any fantasy I had. In fact I had a great deal of contempt for her lack of adventurousness, she felt uncomfortable doing anything other than plain old missionary position (although admittedly she was a very satisfying screw in this limited way) and would never let me climax in her mouth (she freaked out the one time I came on her tits), regardless of the number of times I had drank her snatch dry! (Once again, I have to admit she tasted heavenly).

Sorry, where was I? Yes, old and new. My online friend and I were going to get together for some lovely and hopefully very tasty oral sex. He'd never sucked off an Australian before, and (although I wasn't fussy at this moment in time) I'd never had sex with a black of either sex, and I must admit, I was looking to find out whether it really is true what they say! Judging from some of the 'blacks on blondes' porn I'd found on the web I may well have been biting off more than I can chew! He wouldn't tell me how 'big' he was, teasing me every time I asked. And that would bring me on to the new. I know size isn't everything, although I have to admit, bigger ones in my experience are a lot more exciting to perform oral on; but in this case size was important. I was an anal virgin apart from playing with a few toys and being finger-fucked by some of my more kinky ex-girlfriends and had been dead-set on trying it 'up the arse' for some time (in fact since I sucked my first cock and overcame that fantasy, and cemented by my first, very brutal and very exciting finger fuck, I'd wanted to get rammed good and proper). But, being my first time for real, and him being black, I was hoping he wasn't TOO big.

We had also discussed the possibility of a 3some with his new girlfriend who knew he was bi', but he was understandably a bit unsure of the idea. They both like the look of the picture I'd sent them, but it was a barrier that some relationships might be quite happy never crossing. I was hoping she'd turn up, as the only MMF 3some I'd had was with a guy who wasn't even vaguely bi', but his girlfriend wanted to try a cock at each end. Shame, 'cos that guy had the biggest dick I've ever seen, must've been 11"... what I wouldn't have given to get my mouth around that monster and bring it off!!! 

Anyway, back to the case at hand I was slightly concerned my cohort would be hung like a grand national winner like that other guy, and not be able to take me through the anal barrier I yearned to cross. However, as eager as I was to get him to screw me (like I said he was more experienced than I, and has both been on the giving and receiving end of anal debauchery), I had to think of a way to get his blonde haired, blue eyed Swiss girlfriend along for the ride! Alas, it was for nought, he wouldn't bring her in on it ('yet' I hoped) but agreed to meet me as planned for some major sucking and fucking. He promised he wouldn't hurt me ('too much') so I figured maybe he was above average rather than huge. My anal experience was limited to the odd filthy minded ex-girlfriend or one night stand, about 3 girl's asses to my name (1 in 10! I wish that ratio was different!) and one particularly degrading anal penetration (well protected OF COURSE) of a hungry-for-it 'bottom' who offered me his ass through a 'glory hole' in the same porno store where all my oral experience comes from through said 'glory holes' while watching my choice of porn.

I'd like to add at this point that being bisexual is a fantastic sexual orientation, and any 'bi-curious' reader of this story should follow their curiosities and fantasies as and when they can, oral sex involving another penis is a lot more erotic and enjoyable (not to mention less messy and smelly) than performing cunnilingus on a girl. Your guy, too, is a lot more likely to return the favour and be happy about it, not to mention gifted - he knows what he wants and how to give it to you! Get your mouth round a cock! The worst that'll happen is you don't like it.

Same goes for all you girls who've never tried it in the ass or had a guy cum in your mouth. Give it a try, the worst, again, is you won't like it. I never knew about sucking cock 'til I tried it (loved it), and then I never knew about having a guy shoot his wad in my mouth 'til I tried it (loved it); and I didn't know then what it was like to get fucked in the ass... but I do know now (fuckin' love it!!!). Try knew things.

Sorry, there I go again. So there I was, thinking over my girlfriend situation and how it sucked, and use of that word in my mind had me on to sucking, and that had me on to how long it was since I'd had a really good blow job, and that had me on to how long it had been since I'd sucked off a nice 7" piece of clean, cut, rock-hard pre-cum seeping meat. I started to get hard, which is always embarrassing when your sitting on a train... fortunately there was no one else on the 4 seats I'd slouched on heading from London to Southampton that day or I'd have had to do some shuffling and leg crossing! Its always the same with a thought you don't want. I couldn't get the image of beating off that lovely cock into my hard working mouth... until I replaced it with the image of that last girl I'd tried to fuck in the ass... I'd already rammed her doggy style with a finger in her ass for 10 minutes, she didn't complain when I lubed her up, she didn't complain when I had her up to the 3rd knuckle, but when I pulled out of her sopping wet snatch and pushed my prick hard into her ass, she complained. I'd gotten 1" past the spincter when her squeal and suddenly frozen body clearly told me NO. Mmm... lovely and tight... 

You may have guessed, but this flashback didn't help my train journey much either! 

I arrived in Southampton and met Chrysler (I assumed that was as much his real name as mine was Duke) in the bar he'd recommended. He recognised me instantly and came to shake my hand with a warm clap on the shoulder and asked me what I was drinking. We had a drink and a bullshit together and I didn't enquire as to where the Swiss girl was or if she'd changed her mind. I told him in a low voice about the train journey and we both laughed out loud. Checking the guy out, I had no idea why he hadn't sent me a picture, he was pretty good-looking, and certainly physically confident. Back on the bi' thing, as much as I can look at a guy and think 'handsome devil' I don't usually find myself physically attracted, like I said all my oral experience with cock so far had been through those wonderfully anonymous 'glory holes' as the straight and gay porno's played for pleasure. After 3 pints plus chasers and just over an hour of bullshit Chrysler said we should go back to his place. I smiled and knocked the remnants of a JD and coke down the hatch. He told me later that while we sat silently on the bus all he was thinking about was getting his mouth round my cock. Funny, what a coincidence...

First thing we did when we got back was rush up to his upstairs flat and put on a porno. He had some great gang-bang stuff... 3 girls / 1 guy (man wouldn't you just sell your soul to get that kind of oral treatment?!?)... 5 guys / 2 girls (can't go wrong with double penetration)... 3 big black men and one tiny skinny little red-head (his 'favourite'... what a surprise! Should cocks BE that big when rammed to the hilt in the poor girls arse?) He also had a couple of gay videos with your usual above average action below average camera work and abysmal cum shots. Don't these guys give a fuck about their hard wanking audience? Anyway as my cock started to get uncomfortable, I said I'd go and take a shower and strip off. 

I took a hard crap and used a warm and soapy finger made sure my ass was good and clean (sorry thats an unpleasant fact about anal sex) and gave my cock and nuts a good clean. Just as I was wrapping a towel around myself, he came into the bathroom decked out only in lycra underwear and a big smile. 

"I'd better clean my prick off too, I fucked Rena before coming to meet you!" he smiled. 

I reached a tentative hand forward and wrapped my fingers around the soft but very visible 5" snake the lycra didn't do much to hide. He smiled those big white teeth as he twitched at the touch. All I could think of was how good his body was, he certainly worked out more religously than I did and would be the one to win the wrestling match! I'm a big guy but he was a lot more toned. And that was a really nice big willy he didn't need to be shy about in the showers at the gym! He did something I didn't expect then. He wrapped an arm around my ass, gripped a buttock and pulled me towards him and kissed me full on the mouth. I was shocked, but didn't fight and let his tongue slip into my mouth and after a moment kissed him back and I could feel blood pumping into my now half-hard prick, just as I could feel him twitch and harden slightly in my hand. Wow. I'd never kissed a guy before, I'd always listed that up there across the barrier between sexual pervert who'll try anything with actually being truly gay. I'm glad its another barrier I crossed. Turns out its just kissing someone you're about to do it with - no big deal. But at the time it was a real surprise.

He showered off as I returned to the sofa and switched the porno's over to something else. I got through one fantastic lesbian love scene, all tongues and fingers, squeals and sighs and Chrysler came in, glistening wet from the shower, naked as the day he was born, muscles taut and looking horny just as 2 latex clad lesbian dominatrix were about to go to work on a guy with a variety of plastic and metal and rubber phalluses, hand held, vibrating and strap-on. They certainly had a choice, and he didn't look or sound too happy with most of it, but couldn't shake a 7" hard-on all the same. Chrysler didn't need to tell me to shut the TV off, the tool between his legs, semi hard and somewhere between 7" and 8" told me it was time. Of course, my cock was fully erect now, all 6 1/2" of it, seeping slightly was not being hidden by the towel very well. 

We were speechless as he moved toward me and whipped away the towel to reveal my hard white member and he dropped to his knees, took a gentle hold of my nuts and took my dome-shaped head into his mouth almost in the one movement. Well I already knew he was a 'top', in bi' and gay circles the kind that likes to give rather than take, be the man rather than the woman, lead rather than be led, and had an idea on how physically and sexually confident he was from the bar. We'd met so he could taste Australian cock, and he was tasting it right now!

"Fuck!" I yelled as I threw my head back and gasped even as my hips bucked, my cock so suddenly warm. It certainly felt like he was indeed as experienced as he'd said he was all this time! As is often the case when I am highly sexed, a trifle nervous, and getting really good head from a new partner I have to restrain my excitement from cumming immediately. I could hear him grunting in the back of his throat as he sucked me hard, feel his warm fingers working my nuts, and then he was talking to me as he licked up and down my shaft.

"Mmmm... lovely Aussie cock at last... you like that? You like me sucking you off?" it was your usual pillow-talk, but I have to admit it was weird coming from a guy. "I love your cock... I want your cum."

"Ahhhhhhh... God... yea... you're so... fuckin'... good... ah shit" I just about managed back. 

Feeling his warm, rough tongue working up and down my shaft as one finger gently probed my butt and the fingers on his other hand continued massaging my nuts, passing one ball back and forth like a worry bead... then having the tongue caress and slide around the rim of my head and over the top just as the one probing finger suddenly penetrated my sphincter was an unreal couple of minutes. My whole body pulsed and once again I had to try really hard not to shoot right there, gritting teeth.

"You like this... huh? You want to cum? You going to cum for me boy? Tell me you love it..."

"Ahh... YES... Chrys' I fuckin' love it... you're fuckin' so fuckin' goooooooddd..."

Once again I bucked as his mouth enveloped my head, this time his tongue pushing down my hole, and his finger pushing hard into my virgin ass. He did something next he'd boasted he could do over the chat engine one time, something I've never experienced and that he could teach me if I wanted. He took me all the way in. Deep-throated just like a porno-star. I couldn't believe the sensation, his thick black lips were on my pubes and he was smelling the sweat on my abdomen.

"Fuck!" I yelled yet again, losing all my usual eloquence in the blinding ecstasy.

And then I began to sigh and groan and couldn't hold it back anymore. The sensations of my cock half way down his neck as those muscles there did whatever he was doing with them, combined with the finger in my ass finding my 'G' spot put a hold on all my attempts not to shoot my load. He brought me to a tremendous orgasm and I blasted a huge salty jet right down his neck into his body as my ass puckered around his finger and my whole body jerked. He gagged and pulled away as my second jet came into his mouth and all over his tongue and lips, he then took me back into that warm and willing mouth for a third jet, and then a fourth and final dribble as I gasped one last time. 

He swallowed the lot, then licked his cum-covered lips and pounced on me, thrusting his mouth upon mine and forcing his tongue into my mouth again. Ahhhh... I love the cum-kiss. Never had it from a guy before though, obviously! I kissed him back and tasted my seed with pleasure.

"You like Aussie cock?" I asked him stupidly "You like that nice Aussie cum?" Did I really say that?

"Oh, yea." he smiled at me, with a fleck of my spunk still under his nose. "Oh, yea. Thats the first time anyone's actually shot right down my throat like that! Kind of cool, but weird." He grabbed my softening dick and smiled again. "You taste nice, Duke." Then he said something which sounded as stupid as my question as he stood up in front of me. "You want to suck this big black dick?"

I could see it in all its ebony glory, now fully hard to more than 8", but not overly thick, the pink end with a little dot of pre-cum and the thick black foreskin. I took it in my hand and was impressed by the size, but not too scared. I looked forward to him lubing me up and taking me. But it was a big cock! I discovered at the age of 20 that our darker skinned cousins tasted different when I kissed my first Indian girl, and found a different taste again when I kissed my first Thai. I kissed her in lots of places. And as all cunts taste a little different, I found so do cocks. But I'd only sucked white cocks. I licked my lips and then took the big black beauty in front of me into my mouth and sucked on it softly.

It tasted wonderful and different, darker, earthier than any other cock I've had in my mouth. And the little drop of precum was familiar... all cum has the same basic taste but I've found it can be sweeter or bitter. Chrysler tasted sweet, but not sickly. In short, great! He moaned as my trained, but starved mouth went to work, sucking alternately slow and deep and then hard and with a little bit of teeth. It had been so long since I'd had cock, and what a magnificent specimen. I let him bounce free from my mouth and looked at it for nearly a minute, slowly jerking my hand up and down, watching his dark skin envelope his tender head. I smiled up at him before licking just under the base of the head and down the shaft, then back up, and teasing my tongue into his hole, picking up another tiny salty pearl.

Next I tried something I know drives me wild but I've not really had the opportunity to try on another before. I licked the base of his scrote and teased my tongue just behind it, to the magical little area between the genitals and the ass. I pushed a finger against Chrysler's asshole and then licked his scrote again, with a thick and wet tongue. Taking one of his musky dark (shaven!) nuts into my mouth I sucked on it HARD, nibbling and tongueing. I knew he liked it because he nearly doubled up he shivered so hard. Slowly beating his length, I opened my mouth as far as could get it and then fed his whole sac into my mouth with the hand I had playing with his ass. My lips closed around the thin layer of skin attaching his scrote to his crutch and I went to work as best I could on the huge obstacle in my mouth as I played his ass and slowly beat his length. MMmmmm... I know how good it feels.

"Christ! Fuck me, man! Ahhhh, God... YES!" It was his turn to be overcome, obviously.

I could tell I was sucking his balls right too, because he took over from me whacking off, his impressive length pointed to the ceiling as he went at it, with my nose right at the black base as I suckled and nibbled and licked and tickled. Mmmm, oh yea it was so nice to feel him liking it. I love having my nuts sucked on, and I know how close right now he must have been to cumming. Thats why I stopped, and pulled my finger away from his butthole, and ran my tongue up his length, placing my hand over his and slowing him down, then taking over, before licking and nibbling on his shaft again. I didn'y go for the more sensitive and tasty head because, well, it was my first blow job in a while and I was going to enjoy it! And I don't need to go on about how magnificent this big cock was. It took a minute or so for Chrysler to calm down and then I started to suck him off again. And again the pre-cum. Yummy.




Anal At Last!



"Ahhhh... Jesus... where the fuck... aaaahhhhhhhhhhh..." he was still totally getting off on me sucking his balls and just coming down from nearly climaxing. I wasn't ready for him yet!

As I took him in my mouth again and enjoyed that wonderful feeling of just sucking on hard and bursting prick, he took the sides of my head in his hands and started to fuck my face. This is something else I was knew to, and I let him go ahead. His wet and warm head pushing against the back of my throat was kind of nice, I've had dick at the back of my throat before, but never had it pushed like this.

"Relax, Duke. Relax, open up... like you are drinking, relax..." he told me as he pushed my head back.

I wasn't sure whether or not I was ready for this, but I let him continue. I tried not to panic as I felt more of the length being fed past my lips, and he pushed my head as far back as it would go. I flattened my tongue to the base of my mouth and tried to imagine the sensation as normal. He pushed back against my face, but held tight, not letting me pull back... and then I felt a burst of pain as his head penetrated deeper than I've ever had a cock in my mouth... he was actually pushing back into my throat! I didn't know if I wanted to know how to 'deep-throat', but he was clearly enjoying trying to see if I could do it, literally fucking my face... pushing an inch forward, and inch back into my throat. I couldn't actually do anything but let him do it. I decided I prefer sucking! 

He pushed in hard all of a sudden, and I felt a fresh burst of pain in my throat (plus I was beginning to develop a crick in my neck) and finally I gagged and pushed him away, spitting his prick out coated in my saliva. He later told me I'd taken 6" before freaking out... not bad for an amateur apparently!

"Don't like that?" he asked, rubbing his prick on my face. "Its pretty weird, but I like to do it."

"No... it felt too strange." Fucking loved being on the receiving end though! 

Then I got back to work on his dick. I was about ready to finish him off now and took him roughly into my mouth and pushed a finger into his butt. He was pretty sweaty now, and my intrusion was easy. I felt him jump as my finger entered him (I had learned that although he does do it both ways, he had quite a tight ass and far preferred to give it rather than take it, especially with thicker dicked guys if they were a little too rough) but then he settled. I beat his length and sucked on him HARD. Sucked like I wanted to suck that magnificent dark dick completely dry... 

I swirled my tongue all around his pink bulbous head and under the dark foreskin, beating it over my tongue as I pushed that sweaty finger in and out of his ass, sucking him and fucking him, giving him that wonderful burning sensation a finger in the ass gives while pleasuring his most sensitive organ with my expert tongue. I loved his black prick, and I wanted him to climax like he wouldn't forget at my touch. I wanted to taste the cum out of that black monster as he had an orgasm he'd remember forever. I didn't really hear Chrysler's almost-agitated grunts and groans as I was swimming in my own head with these crazy sexed-up imaginings as I got more and more turned on. 

Before I even knew what was happening, Chrysler sighed long and loud and placed a hand on one side of my head, and then my mouth was full of steaming hot salty discharge. My eyed opened wide with that awesome sensation as he came, and I clamped my lips tight around his prick, keeping the bulging head and about an inch of of shaft within my mouth while trying to swallow at the same time.

The familiar yet unique taste of his stuff was wonderful all over my tongue, but the obstacle I sucked on and craved stopped me from swallowing and I gagged slightly as a second, much larger load was pumped into my mouth, and I felt my lover go slightly weak at the knees with the effort, and I felt some of the hot spunk escape my lips and dribble down my face. He pulled his cock out and I swallowed again, leaving a thick film all over my tongue which felt great, and licked my lips as he started to beat off over my face, and within seconds shot a third and final blast which spattered across my face and chest as I fondled his balls, which I could feel contracting with his orgasm. Just when I though it was over, a last long strand of cum escaped his wide open peehole and dripped down onto my chest and abdomen. I smiled up at him and took his head into my mouth again, sticking my tongue actually inside the tortuously wide-open spunkhole and sucked hard and long, and enjoyed his sigh. Then he collapsed next to me on the sofa. I held onto his dick and slowly jerked the softening length, and breathed in and out contentedly. 

My first cock in nearly a year. And my first ever black cock to boot. It was fantastic. 

"Man, you like doin' that, Duke" Chrysler laughed when he regained his composure. "I love to suck dick, but you're fuckin' starved, man, the way you went at that!"

"I told you I hadn't had it in a while. I've really missed sucking cock. And tasting another guy's cum."

"You OK doing that? I don't usually swallow as you know."

"Well you're only the second guy I've tasted" I blushed. "You know where I sucked most of my cock!"

"SLUT!" he said in a mocked raised voice and grabbed my crotch "You love it on your knees!"

Chrysler was referring to something I relish in telling everyone I've met in chat rooms. How I gave in to the bisexual thoughts and fantasies I've had ever since I got bored with regular porn and dabbled in the odd bit of gay and more and more bisexual and transexual porn. I love porn but when amateurs getting fucked hard and forced to swallow cum and even pornstar 5 guys/1 girl orgies get dull and only get you half hard where do you go? Well I tried gay porn when I couldn't find any bi stuff... its only recently that bi' and tran stuff has been available. I wanted to see bi' and see a MMF 3some go the only way they didn't go for a change... I mean MFF 3some porn videos always go les' at some point (and how fucking great is that? 2 chicks on one cock? Licking her friends pussy as the guys' cock goes in and out? Yow!); how come 2 guys never get it on in front of the girl? Anyway, its easy enough to get that stuff now, but when I couldn't find it, I got a gay vid out of boredom. To cut a long story short I pretty much really wanted to suck cock within about 2 scenes of hot boytoy loving. As I got hotter and hotter I thought about trying anal too, but after I came whacking off to that boy on boy on boy action, one thing stuck in my mind. I really did want to suck cock! 

Back to Chrysler's comment about me down on my knees being a slut. I eventually in my porn quest (at this stage I had had no girlfriend for about 6 months, so you'll understand the extremity of my sexual behaviour!) I found a store with a fantastic selection of bi' and transexual stuff in addition to its core of gang bang, lesbian, blacks and orientals etc... and of course over half their stock was gay porn, you couldn't tell from the outside but that was its speciality. I chose a vid claiming 3 hours of bisexual and transexual action and paid my $10 to view it in a booth upstairs. There were 8 booths and cut out of the separating walls were holes at crotch height... I didn't know at first but soon I clicked that these were the 'glory holes' people sometimes tell you about in dirty jokes or erotic stories. Anyway soon enough I was beating off to 2 guys and a girl getting it on every which way... and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to get my cock sucked by a real whore of a slut while I myself like a shameless sexless pervert sucked on a hard 8" while beating it into my mouth, just like on-screen. Soon enough there was a guy in the booth next to me whacking off to some gay stuff. I asked him if he'd ever let a guy blow him and he simply offered me his half hard cock. I dropped to my knees, had my first taste and loved it! The filthy slut swallowed my whole load when he returned the favour, not something he let me get close to doing with him or that I would have done. That stranger remains to this day the best oral sex I've ever experienced, he brought me off twice, swallowing the lot without missing a drop, both times in less than 60 seconds. I never knew his name, but sucking on his cock confirmed that I wanted more, and I returned many a time to give or receive head. I sucked maybe 20 or 25 cocks through the hole in the wall in about 3 or 4 months, hence slut. Pretty filthy isn't it? 

I don't care I loved it. I've only had a proper bisexual encounter, in terms of beyond mere sex and getting to know the partner before Chrysler... he was young, confused and vulnerable. I wanted to eat another guy's spunk and he was a virgin, which was great - no chance of picking up something nasty you could pick up swallowing the cum from complete strangers in a porno store... anyway with that guy all we did was suck each other off... I swallowed his but he didn't want to mine, which was OK. I discovered that sucking cock is even better when you bring your partner off with your efforts! 

Which brings us back to the present day and the subject of porn, glorious porn. Chysler and I were both pretty whacked out and were taking a break before the next step, the other reason I was here, the taking of my anal virginity by his rather yummy cock. What better way to take a break without losing our filthy mood? Back on with the gang bangs! It didn't take long of two well hung black fellows humping the fuck out of a tiny asian girl made up to look about 15 who seemed to be close to crying as the 12 inchers took on her ass and pussy at the same time to get us hard again, and we were soon fiddling with each other and even kissed a little. I went wild when the two guys beat off over the poor debauched girl's face as she forced a smile as they blasted into her mouth and all over her face and tits covering her in cum which she then started to lap up and lick her fingers etc... I dived right into Chysler's crotch again and got to work on him. He started to work a finger into my ass which I didn't try to fight at all. I was pretty sweaty and my sphincter opened to him easily. I grunted with the pleasure of the familiar intrusion (although I've never been fucked as such, you know I love those fingers!) and bit slightly on his penis.

On the screen, some blonde trailer-trash bimbo was explaining to the camera how she'd never had a black guy before and loved to get a really big cock in her ass. She was SO sincere, too... Ha Ha Ha!

I suddenly felt a bit mischevious and suddenly got up, releasing Chrysler's cock from my mouth and his finger from my ass. I went to the desk in the corner of the lounge and quickly found a ruler. Little Miss Trailer Trash had her first taste of black cock, a good 12" of it, while another guy behind her said typical porno things like "Suck that cock bitch, you like that black cock?" etc and explored her buttocks with his large, rough, black hands. Only giving this passing notice, I sat down next to Chrysler and grabbed his not insubstantial cock. 

"Sorry, man, I got to do it!" I laughed and took the ruler to his member. It was pretty big after all.

Chrysler pretended to frown but couldn't hold the look and burst out laughing.

8 1/2"... he was a pretty big boy! I was just above average at 6 1/2" (a bit closer to 6 than 7) and I've had 2 lovers in the past, both female, tell me I was 'pretty big'... which is great for the ego. Much as I liked the look and feel of his big cock, would it be too big for me to take? I trusted NO, as Chrysler had always made it clear he was generally a 'top' who preferred to give than take. I got to work sucking him again, and thoroughly enjoying it. I got excited as I felt him rubbing a lubricant onto my ass, and then greasily and warmly penetrating me again. I grunted and bit as I felt a second finger enter, and his other hand stroked the side of my head as he slipped slowly in and out of me with those gentle digits.

It wasn't long before the blonde trailer trash had been fucked senseless, up the arse and everywhere else on the video and had those inhumanly big cocks beating off over her face and cumming in her mouth and Chrysler and myself were both fully hard again... him partially by my mouth working away and me by the fact I was enjoying sucking on him and his fingers working my ass and balls as I did.

He gently but firmly took ahold of my hips and rolled me onto all fours, rubbing my ass. I knew what had to come next, and it was why I was here. I didn't want to tell him NO, and didn't need to tell him to be gentle. We'd talked about it so much, and I was so pumped and horny and hard and eager and ready, I just wanted him inside me... wanted him to take me. I assumed he was lubing himself up as he jerked his length behind me, ready to take me like a bitch.

It suddenly occurred to me for no reason at all that one of the best orgasms I'd ever experienced was fucking a girl like this, doggy style... she was fondling my nuts as I held her head down on the pillow and pumped into her hard and fast, head-to-hilt, 6" all the out and slammed back in with every thrust.

Strong hands held my hips as I gripped a pillow har with my hands into fists as slowly Chysler pushed, and then I felt him beginning to enter me. I imagined that bilious pink head opening my puckering sphincter, pushing into me, forcing me to open... and then the sensation blew my senses and I could think of nothing. I initially screwed up my eyes in pain and grit my teeth at the vile anal intrusion, it was piercing, painful and exciting, and... my God... it felt enormous. 

My ass being forced felt so hot, like I was burning up, it hurt and yet made me feel so good. I opened my eyes again but kept my death-grip on the pillow, scared to shift my legs. I felt one of his strong hands on my tight shoulder as his other held my left hip firmly. I could tell he was leaning slightly over my body as he pulled out slightly and then pushed in again... I grit my teeth to stop from squealing.

"Okay, kid?" he gasped rather than asked.

"Slowly... fuck... big... hurts... God... slowly" I half muttered back.

Chrysler repeated the same move about 5 or 6 times, pulling out an inch or so, and pushing in nearly 2 and slowly it started to hurt less as my previously trained butt began to accept his size. I shifted my knees so that I was more comfortable, and I could feel that I was actually starting to be fucked, my black knight beginning a rhythm and pulling me back to him as he pushed into me. It suddenly occurred to me that my dick hurt too, and I self-consciously reached a hand back between my legs and felt I was as hard as I could possibly get and seeping slightly. I later found out that I was lucky, as not many guys can get a hard-on or ultimately have a proper orgasm while they take it in the ass.

I was really beginning to enjoy the sensation of that thing pushing in and out of me, the alternate feeling of being crushed from the inside out and sweetly relieved, only to be filled again. As Chrysler started to fuck me harder and harder I started to really get hot, moving my hand up and down my own length slowly and softly, and grunting in time to being penetrated to an almost uncomfortable depth, apparently I could take 7" and nearly 8" up my rectum which a couple of days later I regretted! I could hear Chrysler getting more excited too as he pumped me harder and swore and changed his grip on my hips and buttocks several times in short succession, and far from gently reached down and grabbed my nuts a couple of times. After about 10 painful but highly pleasurable minutes he pushed in rough and hard 3 or 4 times and then pulled out altogether. I wondered if he had cum already. Shot inside me.

"Turn around" Chrysler whispered and pushed me over onto my back.

"MMmmmmmmMmmmMMMm" I moaned, thinking he was going to beat me off, and I got ready to tell him how much I loved it.

"Up here... give me your thighs"

He helped me open my legs and I could see he was beating off a still rock hard cock, as was I. He'd put me in the missionary position before I knew it, something else I always felt wasn't 'fucking' for guys but a more intimate 'making love' so you could kiss and fondle your partner... like a gay thing. Also, my ass hurt enough already, but I had no choice but to wrap my legs around him as he came down on to me, and I winced as he bit into my neck and penetrated my no-longer-virgin-sphincter. Being penetrated did hurt less the second time but I was aching where I wasn't before! I resumed beating my length off and grunting hard and loud as I was definitely getting fucked like a woman now, and hard. That big dick did feel great inside me, but not very natural. Chysler kissed me again, holding my legs behind the knees as he screwed me. I played with the back of his neck with the hand not on my dick. He plumbed the depths of my ass like this for maybe five minutes, before standing up off the sofa, holding my feet with his hands and going at it from more a position of power, looking down at me, moaning and screwing up my face with dismofort and whacking my dick off like a madman.

Next, staying inside of me, he fell back onto the floor and pulled me with him, bringing my whole body weight into the penetration equation, and he was in almost to the hilt, and I won't lie about the surprise or the pain of that making me yell. Now, holding onto my buttocks and helping me up and down, he started to pump up into me. Without any warning to him, and knowing only a second before myself, I came all over him. It was the most incredible climax bar none that I have felt, and nothing could have prepared me for it, despite my knowledge already of how an anal dimension intensifies the male orgasm. My whole body felt electric as my discharge exited my body, exciting the stud beneath me and making him pump me harder. I yelled at the top of my voice in heavenly ecstasy...

"FUCK! YES! OH GOD! FUCK! FUCK! YES!"

... as I blasted white moisture all over his sweaty glistening black body, time and again, my body bucked aggravating the cock inside me as I beat myself off like there was no tomorrow with jets and jets of my milky white love plastering his muscular frame, all the more erotic for the effect of the white on black. I honestly came like I had never cum before, and even when I was done, I stayed hard and very excited, seeing my semen covering him from navel to neck kept me very much in the mood and I kept my hand on my cock which never seemed to stop dribbling a little bit more. I must have covered his black skin in half a pint of my pearly cream. I smiled down at him as I finally released the involuntary contraction of my well-abused sphincter (mind you it hadn't stopped him fucking me even harder and faster as my orgasm wreaked through my body) and slowly collapsed forward onto my hands, so that our faces were about a foot apart. I moved on my knees and he pulled my ass cheeks apart to give him better access to me, and if I thought he was pumping hard before, he really started fucking my brains out now! I did something unusual, something which again I associate with making love rather than just plain emotionless sex... 

I looked into his eyes and smiled. My ass ached, my cock hurt, my whole body felt drained with the fatigue of pleasure and I felt great. He closed his eyes and started to make some more noises of pleasure, almost panic, and pushed into me hard and deep. I winced, I'd almost had enough, no matter how good it felt, I was getting sore. 

He came. I felt him jet deep inside me, and I felt terribly wet. It was hot and lovely. I couldn't believe it, he held tight inside me, pulling me down onto him, unmoving apart from a slight abdominal thrust upwards into me with each new blast. I stared down at him, his face tense and screwed up, his body covered in my own seed even as he filled me with his. Not only had I just been fucked... I'd just had my ass filled with cum... WOW... 




Anal At Last!



Chrysler must have shot about 5 or 6 times inside me, I felt really sticky. It was nice because it was in a way salving to the bruising my butt was feeling! I collapsed forward and rubbed his hand with mine into the cum in his chest... mmmm... I could feel his member slowly shrinking inside me, slimy with cum and lube. I kissed him lightly on the lips and rolled away. When his cock plopped out of my ass the relief was incredible. I felt so warm inside, the dull ache was good as well as painful. I thought it might hurt more later though! Soundlessly I got up to go to the shower, Chrysler followed me and we washed each others' dicks and asses off. We lay on the sofa together, silent for a while, dicks half hard but very worn out.

"You liked that?" he asked me, brushing a hand over my crotch and tickling my nuts.

"Yes" I answered. "Yea... fuckin' great man. Just hurts like a fucker."

"It is good getting a fuck in the ass... but I don't like it too hard or too big... sorry I know I'm both!"

"You prefer to give, I think I prefer to take. But not for another few days! It was so intense."

"Oh YOU came alright!!!" he laughed. "You're lucky, a lot of guys go soft when they take it."

"I came?!? Fuck, I thought my ass was going to explode!"

"HA HA HA!!!"

"I can't believe it, you came inside me, man. You just fucked my ass and came inside me!"

"No big deal for a porno bitch who's used to being on his knees!"

"Can I fuck your girlfriend now?"

We were both only teasing each other. Of course, I DID want to screw the Swiss girl, but there would be plenty more for us to do with each other. I also wanted to experience the swingers' clubs that he was always telling me about down on the coast. We put on porno for about half an hour, and enjoyed seeing a couple of black fellows wander into the gym changing rooms and catch a good looking and light built white boy dressed in only a towel. The tight lycra shorts the black guys were wearing did nothing to hide the monsters they had in their pants, and it wasn't long before our white boy was on his knees with one in each hand, alternating between sucking each 12" in turn as they fondled and abused his nipples and 8" prick which was rock hard, and then unsurprisingly had him on his knees and taking turns pumping his ass to the hilt (!... 12 "!) and forcing it down his throat...

"Look good, girl?" Chysler asked me, grinning. "I know you'll like the swingers' club..."

He leant over and took my cock into his mouth...



Anal At Last Ch. 01



So here I am. Single again after an acrimonious divorce where my wife got more than her fair share of the money. But I've got custody of our boy, so fuck her; she's welcome to the cash.

I had bummed around for a few months, getting used to being by myself again, discovering new little routines and pleasures as I rebuilt a life for myself, and recently began going out again. I'd not dated anyone since the divorce went through - trying to deal with the stress of that, being a single dad, keeping my own business afloat, etc, left precious little time for dating.

But tonight broke the routine. I'd arranged for a daughter of a neighbour to look after Daniel, my boy. Samantha was young, eighteen, just starting university, pretty, but very quiet. I think living with just her dad (her mum had died some years before in a car crash) had left her a bit submissive, but that meant she was solid and reliable when it came to babysitting. So I left her in charge of Daniel, as she'd done a few times before, and set off to meet the boys in town.

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And that was where I met Angela. She was hot, if a little older than most people would consider for a sexy woman. But you know how it is, some women have just got it. I mean, take a look at Honor Blackman. She must be 70 and still sexy.

But Angela was a hot 40, I reckoned, maybe a little younger. Slim, good firm tits, perhaps a little smaller than I liked, and a tight ass. The sort of ass I'd like to fuck, even though I'd never had anal sex (My ex-wife was a little bit too tight-assed for that, if you know what I mean!). She was wearing an all-in-one skirt-blouse thing - just a tight black number with a zip down the front. All I could think about was unzipping it.

She had a cracking laugh and an evil sense of humour, and we got on like a house on fire. As the evening went on, we started touching each other. First the arms, then my hand on the small of the back as we walked to the bar, then her hand on the back of my neck as she leant into my ear so I could hear her over the music, then our hands on each others thighs as we chatted on a sofa in the bar. I could see other guys looking jealously, and mentioned it to her. That was when she said we should give them something to be jealous about, and she leant across, thrusting her ass in their direction, and kissed me passionately, her tongue in my mouth.. Then she laughed and pulled back, and I thought that might be the end of that.

We got a taxi back to my place, and obviously we started kissing. Soft, open mouthed ones at first, her breath coming faster as they went on. Then I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and she pushed hers right back in as her hand slid down to rub my cock through my jeans. 

I lifted my hand from her waist up to her tits. Like I said, small but firm, and she moaned into my mouth. Unfortunately, we had to stop there as the taxi drew up at her place. She asked me if she was invited in for a coffee, then corrected herself:

"What am I - a shy thirteen year old?" she asked, laughing at herself. "I want you Andy. Let's go in and you can give me a good fucking."

Of course, I agreed.

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We did the nice thing and chatted to Samantha for a bit, asking how the baby sitting had gone, but I think she got the hint and left fairly quickly. Angela and I just looked at each other, and I could feel the sexual tension between us. 

We got as far as the sofa. We sat next to each other, frenching madly. Her hand was rubbing my cock as I started to undo that zip. Oh, man, her cleavage was great - must have been a wonder bra or something. "God bless Dr Goddard," I muttered, as I started to kiss the bulge of her breasts. She moaned, and moved to straddle me, pulling my face into her breasts. I kept on kissing and nibbling, as I pulled her zip down further. When she'd straddled me, the bottom of the outfit had ridden up, leaving her panty-clad mound free to rub against my now hard cock.

"I love button flies," she said. "They feel a lot better to run against." I ran by hands down her back, grabbing her ass and pulling her into me as she ground up and down against me. She tried to undo the rest of the zip, but couldn't manage due to the rucking of her outfit, so she stood up in front of me, sliding the zip open the rest of the way, seductively writhing whilst she did so. 

Her outfit fell off, leaving her clad only in black panties, black knickers, and black high heels. My eyes ran up and down her body. Small tits thrust up by the bra, tight abs (she'd said earlier she works out a lot and had no kids), nice curve to her hips (but a bit more meat would have been better), and a good mound showing under her knickers. I could see a wet patch where she was leaking juice already, and I pulled her back down onto me. She straddled me again, and we kissed some more as I ran by hands over her naked back, and down inside her knickers to stroke her bum.

She was panting hard, and reached down to my flies to undo the jeans. She struggled a bit, and then stood up again, laughing. She pulled me up, reached down to undo my flies again now that she had room. She then undid my belt, and pushed my jeans down a bit. Then she slowly knelt down in front of me, looking me right in the eye as she did so, pushing my jeans down further. As they pooled around my ankle, she kissed my hard cock through my boxers, and I stepped out of my jeans as she pulled my jeans off me altogether. Then she reached into my boxers, trying to pull my cock out. She had problems (as guys know, pulling a hard cock out of a fly is difficult at the best of times, and I'm pretty well hung), so she stood up, pressing herself against me. 

She reached down into the top of my boxers, and I felt her hand grab my cock. Oh, god that felt good to have a woman's hand round me again. She slowly wanked me with one hand, whilst working my boxers down with the other. After a few moments, she laughed again and muttered something about things never going smoothly the first time. Then she let go of me, and used both hands to lever my boxers down. To do so, she slid down slowly in front of me, again, staring me in the eye. As my cock was finally free of my boxers, she looked at it, and raised her eyebrows slightly, licking her lips. Then as she continued working my boxers down, she took it in her mouth. Oh sweet Jesus, I just about came right then. I'd forgotten what a good blowjob felt like, as my ex had never really been into it. 

Angela's hot tongue swirled around my cock head, as she sucked me deep into her mouth. I lightly held the back of her head as she sucked me, enjoying the feel of her mouth. But I knew if she kept this up I wouldn't last long, so I pulled her off, and sat back on the sofa.

She looked down at my hard cock poking up into the air, and sat right on top of me, still in bra, panties, and high heels. She worked her panties to one side, and just pushed right down on top of me. Her hot, tight cunt was fucking gorgeous, and I groaned as I grabbed her waist to pull her down even further. I could feel her tunnel stretch as I worked deeper inside her, and she groaned into my ear: "God you're big, that feels fucking amazing."

We fucked hard and fast, exactly what I wanted after a long dry spell. Slow, sensuous sex could come later. She bounced on top of me, helped by my hands round her waist. I undid her bra, letting her breasts loose. I clamped my mouth round one nipple, sucking it in deep and nibbling with my teeth. She groaned and pushed her breast into me, stopping the bouncing and starting to just grind backwards and forwards. I slid my hands down her, around her cheeks and under her knickers, kneading her ass and spreading the cheeks as she writhed.

I could feel my orgasm approaching, and so apparently could she. She started bouncing again, bringing her hands up to play with her own breasts. She started panting, moaning, and I could feel her cunt tightening and loosening as her own orgasm got nearer. I was still playing with her ass, and I let one hand slip between her cheeks, edging nearer to her asshole. 

"Oh, god," she moaned, which I took to be a good signal, and moved my hand more firmly to her rosebud. I touched it gently, not wanting to spoil things in case I'd misinterpreted things. She didn't respond, other than to keep on moaning. She was getting close now, and so was I, thinking that maybe I'd hit the jackpot and finally found someone who liked anal sex. Just the thought of it was enough to put me right on the edge of coming, and I could feel my cock harden as I attempted to hold it off. She grunted, and shouted that she was coming. That set me off, and I pressed my finger against her asshole as I came inside her, and she clenched her cunt around me as her orgasm hit her, her body frozen as her muscles tensed. Good god she was tight, I even noticed it through my orgasm.

We slowly came down, panting, muscles relaxing, and I let my arms slide down to my side as she collapsed on top of me. When she got her breath back, she spoke:

"No-one's ever done that to be before." She paused, and I wondered what was coming next. Did she hate the thought that I'd touched her ass? Obviously she hadn't had anal before, if that was the first time her asshole had been touched.

"And you'd better do it next time, or we're never having sex again."



Anal At Last Ch. 02



[This story is one of a sequence I've written. Each part is sequentially numbered, 01 upwards, but also given a chapter number for a particular storyline. So this is part 2 in the sequence, and also part 2 in the "Anal At Last" part of the story. Other parts of the story will come later.

You can read the other parts of the story for more details, but here is a summary;

I've recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son on my own. After a long abstinence, I've met a woman (Angela) and we've just had our first sex together. She straddled me, and I toyed with her ass as we fucked. And she liked it.... ]

We gradually got our breath back, me still inside her, as we kissed and stroked each other in the afterglow of our orgasms. She had a nice body: firm, toned, and smooth. She obviously worked out a lot, and it was nice to run my hands over her after a long time with no-one to be intimate with. 

We decided to continue our love making in the bedroom, and I followed her upstairs, watching that tight ass wriggle as she walked up them. Halfway up, she bent down to take off her high heels, and I moved up to the step just below hers. As she straightened, I nuzzled into her neck, kissing and sucking, running my hands over her breasts and sides. My prick, almost erect again, was just the right height to fit between the cheeks of her ass. She sighed, and turned her neck into me to allow me to kiss her more. I ran my hands over her waist and stomach, down into her pants, still on despite our earlier fucking. I slid my hands into her waistband, and pushed her knickers down her legs, allowing her to step out of them. With my hands at her ankle height to pull her knickers away, my head was at just the right height to kiss her bum, which I did, kissing and nibbling at one of her cheeks. She leant forward a bit, pushing her ass out to me. I didn't go between the cheeks - that might have been too much for her given that her first anal play had been a few minutes ago - but I made the most of the opportunity to kiss that lovely firm ass of hers.

After a while, I stood up again, bringing my hands around to the front of her again, to stroke her breasts and play with her nipples. Again, my cock was at the same height as her bum, but this time without any knickers on her, my cock was nicely nestled between those cheeks. I ground up and down, wanking myself in the valley between her cheeks, as I slid one hand down to play with her lips and clit. 

She moaned, pressing my hand closer and deeper within, and I let one finger slip between her wet lips and curl up insider her. She ground her hips, rubbing her bum up and down my cock, and making my finger press different points within her cunt. She started panting, getting really turned on, but wanted to go into the bedroom. So I pulled my hand away, and arched my back slightly to pull my cock away from those lovely hot cheeks of hers, then gave her a quick slap on the ass.

She squealed, and ran the rest of the way up the stairs, her ass jiggling as she ran. I chased her, and caught up with her as she threw herself on the bed, face down. I landed on top of her, spreading myself on top of her, catching her wrists in my hands to keep her from escaping. Again, my cock was at the right height for her ass, so I wriggled a bit to get the right position. Then I started rubbing up and down again, the globes of her cheeks wrapping nicely around my cock. I pressed a bit harder than before, aiming to get my cock rubbing up and down her actual ass hole. 

She moaned and started rubbing against me, her breath coming faster. I brought her hands up together, above her head, and grabbed both of them with one hand. She could have pulled away easily, but I think she liked the thought of being held captive as much as I did. With the other hand, I reached down and squeezed it underneath her. She lifted her hips to let my hand in, which also had the effect of pushing her bum up into me. That was enough: I could feel that my prick had no further to go, and was rubbing up and down the deepest part of her cleft, presumably also massaging her asshole. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, pushing her ass even harder into me. "God Andy," she panted, "I want you so fucking much."

I wanted her as well, so I pushed myself up into a press-up position, and told her to turn over. She squirmed under me, turning around onto her back, and I lowered myself down a bit. She reached down to my cock, wanking me slowly and rubbing the head over her lips. I could hear the squelching, obvious signs of our earlier fucking and of how turned on she was. She lined me up, and I pushed hard, entering her in one fell swoop. 

She screamed, pushing back up to meet me, and her hot cunt was once again wrapped around me. I kept my arms stretched out, as if doing press-ups, and use only my abs to curl my pelvis up and in, as if doing sit-ups. This was an old trick I'd read about at some point after separating from my ex wife, and as I'd not fucked anyone since then, I wasn't sure of it's effects, but I'd heard it was great for women in the missionary position.

It made the head of my cock really push up into her g-spot, and she gasped, loving the pressure I was giving her. "Oh, god, Andy, that's good. Fuck me baby, fuck me," she moaned, and I carried on doing what I was doing. She lifted her head to look down at me as I fucked her, watching my cock push into and out of her. As I fucked her, each time curling my cock up to hit her g-spot, she started to pant, obviously getting closed to orgasm. That was the fastest I'd seen any woman get turned on in missionary, so I put more into the odd movement I was doing. I could feel my abs straining at the unusual motion, not used to the curling I was doing. It felt good for me, giving me a rubbing motion on my cock head that I'd not felt during penetration before, only during the occasional blow job or wank, so I ignored the burning in my stomach muscles and concentrated on giving the ride of her life.

After a few minutes, she was getting close, so I left myself get close as well, feeling my juices start to well up inside me. Sweat was beading between her tits, and I bent my head to lick it up. I dropped my body down on top of her, pushing my hands down to the cheeks of her ass. I grabbed a cheek in each hand, and used them to help tilt her pelvis up as as carried on fucking her and hitting her g-spot. She was really close now, hardly getting her breath as she grunted into my shoulder. I pushed harder with one hand, twisting my body a bit to get that hand between her cheeks. She lifted that side of her ass, letting me get further in, and I cold just reach her asshole with one finger. It was wet there; wet and hot, and I pressed against her rosebud as she started shouting "oh fuck, oh fuck" she shouted as she started to come. I pressed a bit harder with that finger, actually getting my fingertip inside her asshole a bit before I came myself, my cum bursting out inside her as her cunt walls spasmed around me. She was hyperventilating as she came, trying to breath but failing as her orgasm swept through her. I realised that she was biting my shoulder, the pain almost unnoticeable against the feeling of my orgasm.

Eventually, her breathing returned, hard and fast. I'd collapsed on top of her, post-orgasm pulses making my cock throb within her, and making her cunt throb in return. She eventually got enough breath to speak:

"Where the fuck... did you learn ... to do that?" she asked. "I've never come in missionary ...before now. That... was fucking amazing."

It seemed my reading around had been worthwhile. "God bless the internet," I thought, as I pulled my semi-hard prick from her grasping cunt and collapsed at her side. 



Anal At Last Ch. 03



This story is one of a sequence I've written. Each part is sequentially numbered, 01 upwards, but also given a chapter number for a particular storyline. So this is part 3 in the sequence, and also part 3 in the "Anal At Last" part of the story. Other parts of the story will come later.

You can read the other parts of the story for more details, but here is a summary;

I've recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son on my own. After a long abstinence, I've met a woman (Angela) and we've just had our first night together. She's had her first orgasm in the missionary position, thanks to a little tip I'd picked up online. We've not yet had anal sex, but a little anal play has been involved.... 

The cast:

Me: 36 yrs male

My son: Daniel

My girlfriend: Angela, 40 yrs

The babysitter: Samantha, 18 yrs

Samantha's dad: Bill

Samantha's brother: David

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Angela had an early start at work the next day, so she couldn't stay any longer. As I lay on the bed, hands behind my head, prick still swollen and breath still not back to normal, she went downstairs to pick up her clothes and then came back up to the bedroom to get dressed. 

She put her bra on first, and then picked her knickers off the bed where she'd left them. When she put them on, she turned round to point her ass at me, then, when she was bent right over with only one foot in her knickers, she looked back at me, seeing me admiring her firm ass and long legs. As she was slim, she had that triangle at the top of her thighs. If she'd be standing against a window in daylight, you'd have seen the light through it, like a beacon guiding the way for the lost and lonely.

She looked down at me, seeing me gazing at her beautiful ass. "Easy tiger, you're not getting any more tonight," she said.

"Hmm. Whatever. Of course, you and I both know that the implication in that grand statement is that I'll be getting some more in future," I said, with what I hoped passed for a cheeky grin on my face. She slowly stood up, pulling her knickers up her legs, letting me enjoy the wiggle in her ass as she pulled them up over her buns. She then turned around with pursed lips and an odd look on her face. She stepped up to the bed, lifted the covers off me, and looked at my cock, which was hardening after watching that little performance.

"Maybe," she grinned, "but I think you'll need to do something about THAT tonight, otherwise you aren't getting any sleep."

"I think you're right," I agreed. "Would you like to give me a hand?"

She looked at me, licked her lips, and then bent down, bringing her head next to my cock, which throbbed at the thought of being so close to that lovely mouth. She laughed, and lifted my cock with one hand, slowly wanking it. She lowered her head, taking the head of my cock into her mouth, and then running her tongue over the end. I moaned at the feeling, at which point she pulled off and stood bolt upright, grinning wolfishly. I groaned in dismay.

"Let that give you something to think about while you have a wank tonight," she said, as she picked up her dress. I called her a bitch, laughing, reaching up to pull her down on top of me, but she wriggled out of my grip and backed away from the bed. I dropped back onto the bed, resigning myself to the fact that I wasn't going to get any more. At least, not tonight.

She stood there, turning her dress from inside-out to the correct way round. Her firm body was gorgeous: nice tits cupped in her black bra; her flat stomach, framed by some slim but just about curvy-enough hips, lead down to her matching black panties, which covered up the nice mound she had down there. That triangular gap crowned her long lean legs. She had good muscular tone in her legs, leading to that shallow hollow running down the outside of her thighs, where the muscles on the front and the muscles on the back were well defined and separated. I love that line... it just calls out to me to run my hands over it, stroking and soothing. 

She saw me looking, and started yawning, stretching up with both her toned arms, arching her back to push her mound further towards me and emphasising her tits. She turned as she stretched, showing me her taut ass and long toned legs.

Then she collapsed back to normal, turned back to me, and slid into her dress, muttering "I hope you enjoyed that, you sad peeper." She pulled the zip up on the front of her dress, slowly and seductively, and then picked her shoes of the bed, cocked one leg onto her other knee to put one heel on. Then, she looked at me with a mock-pitying look on her face, and turned away from me again, bending over with legs straight to push her dress-covered rump back at me, and continued doing her shoes up.

All this flirting was getting me horny again, and I decided to play along, and reached down with one hand to grab my cock, wanking, pulling my foreskin up and down over my bell end.

She straightened, and turned back to me, catching site of my now fully-erect cock. She kind of wilted, and I could see she was tempted, but she looked at her watch and shook her head. "No, not again Andy, I need some sleep before tomorrow. You'll just have to play by yourself." Then she reached into her handbag, and pulled out her phone. Then she picked up my phone and dialed a number on it. Her phone rang, and she hung up, showing me my number on her mobile display. "I've got your number now... If I get bored, I'll give you a ring, and maybe we can do this again."

"Maybe?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Yeah, maybe", she countered, an evil smile on her lips. "I mean you were OK and everything, but there's plenty more fish in the sea."

I looked at her, and spoke in a fake falsetto female voice. "Oh god Andy, that was fucking amazing. I've never come in missionary before," I said, simpering like a badly acting Mills and Book heroine "... wasn't that what you said?"

She glared at me. "Enjoy your wank, as that's the last you'll get of me if you keep that up."

"And that's the last time you'll come in missionary if you keep THAT up," I said, now using my hips to push my cock up and down through my hand, pointing it towards her. I liked her banter, and wanted to see if I could get her to rise to the bait and have sex again.

"The only thing that's keeping up for the rest of tonight is your cock by the looks of it, you sad little man," she said, smirking, as she looked around to make sure she'd got everything. "Now, phone a taxi for me."

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I was busy for the next few days, and didn't really get the chance to phone her. Then one night my phone rang. It was her.

"Hey Andy," she said, "How's tricks?".

"Couldn't keep away, eh, Angela? I wondered how long it would take. I must admit, I thought that you'd last a few more days that this, but you're obviously weaker willed than I thought. Poor girl, you must be really smitten with me..."

"Hah!" she barked. "I just knew that you'd have no other friends to speak to so I took pity and decided to give you a call to make sure you weren't too lonely."

"Lonely? Me? The guy who can make women come in missionary when no-one else has done in the past? Why would I be lonely?"

"Listen Andy," she bantered, "just cause you got lucky one time and met a woman who would fake an orgasm to boost your obviously low self esteem, don't get above yourself. You're just a no-hoper, no-friends, loser who needed a good sympathy fuck".

"Angela, Angela, Angela. You know that was a real orgasm. Just admit it and stop trying to pretend that you can't believe how good it was."

"Oh, you wish Andy. That was a fake one, I have better orgasms when I'm alone with my rabbit, and at least the rabbit doesn't keep going on about it all the time for days afterwards like it's got nothing better to think about."

"Your rabbit?" I asked. "Is that the best you can do? A six inch lump of vibrating plastic?" A plan started formulating in my mind.

"That six inch lump of vibrating plastic gives me a damn site better orgasm that you'll ever do, and more of them as well".

"Prove it!" I told her.

"Get real."

"Seriously, prove it. Put your money where your mouth is. Come round here, bring the rabbit, and we'll compare orgasms," I suggested, cock already starting to harden at the thought of seeing her wank herself with her vibrator.

We kept on bantering, and made a date to meet at the weekend. I phoned Samantha to see if she was free for baby sitting, and she was fortunately, so I texted Angela back to say the date was OK.

A few minutes later, my mobile beeped to say a reply had been received. Not just with a text though. Instead, she'd sent me a movie clip - a close-up of her cunt with the rabbit pushing into it, the lips separating slowly as the tip of the rabbit forced it's way in.



Anal At Last Ch. 04



[This story is one of a sequence I've written. Each part is sequentially numbered, 01 upwards, but also given a chapter number for a particular storyline. So this is part 4 in the sequence, and also part 4 in the "Anal At Last" part of the story. Other parts of the story will come later.

You can read the other parts of the story for more details, but here is a summary;

I've recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son on my own. After a long abstinence, I've met a woman (Angela) and we've just had our first night together. She's had her first orgasm in the missionary position, thanks to a little tip I'd picked up online. We've not yet had anal sex, but a little anal play has been involved.... 

The cast:

Me: 36 yrs male

My son: Daniel

My girlfriend: Angela, 40 yrs

The babysitter: Samantha, 18 yrs

Samantha's dad: Bill

Samantha's brother: David

]

*

That Saturday, Samantha knocked at the door to start baby sitting. She was a pretty girl, not your typical blonde tart with a council-estate facelift (you know, hair pulled back in a pony tail so tight that it pulls the face back like a facelift...), but a brunette, with a bobbed hair style. She wasn't that good at making the most of her looks, however, which was a bit of a shame. I'd always thought the boys at college would love her if she dressed up a bit.

Still, by not dressing up, it meant she could baby sit rather than being out with a boyfriend, so I was glad of that. She asked where I was off to tonight. 

"Out with Angela, the woman you met the other day," I said as I put the kettle on to make her a cup of tea.

"Oh yes?" said Samantha. "Getting serious are we?" she asked, smiling.

"When you're old enough to know what serious means, come back and ask that again and I'll give you a serious answer. Until then, get in there and put the TV on. I'm sure there'll be a good episode of The Teletubbies for you to watch - I know how you college students like a challenge".

She laughed, and walked through to the lounge, rucksack over her back with her course work inside it. Daniel must have heard her talking, and came helter-skelter down the stairs, shouting her name as he did so.

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Angela arrived a bit later, silently lifting her rather large handbag as she licked her lips and put her hand up behind her head, sticking two fingers up like rabbits ears, thrusting her hips subtly a couple of times. I lead her through to the lounge with my hand on her arse, squeezing en route. Then I moved my hand up to her lower back as we went through the doorway and into sight of Samantha. The two women chatted a bit whilst I finished getting ready and settling Daniel down to bed, and Angela and I set off down the road on foot to the restaurant I'd booked.

"Nice girl", she said.

"Yeah, Daniel loves it when she's early enough to play with him; she's really good with him".

"Yeah, right," she said, elbowing me gently in the ribs. "I bet in return you'd love to play with her one night, eh?" 

"Now now Angela, be nice. She's a sweet young girl who doesn't need a randy old goat like me drooling all over her just because she's under twenty and quite good looking."

"Well, they always say the quiet ones are the worst," she said, looking at me meaningfully.

"So how is it that you're so noisy and yet not the best?" I asked. And so the banter began, both of us knowing that the rabbit was in her handbag, and a good night was ahead.

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Angela was wearing jeans this time, nicely fitted to make the most of her ass, which was superbly shown off thanks to the leather boots that she also wore - you know that way that boots subtly shift a woman's balance, making her legs longer and more toned, and her arse more pert and bubbly. Thankfully, the jeans weren't the ones that had no rear pockets - I hate them with a passion, as they ruin the curve of a woman's ass that jeans normally emphasise so well.

On top, she had a cardigan, and I think that was it, leaving her cleavage undone with no obvious bra showing. All during the meal, I kept glancing to see if she had a bra on, and it I obviously wasn't being too subtle about it.

"Will you stop gaping at my tits!" she whispered a little fiercely. "If you keep that up whilst I'm trying to eat, you won't be seeing any more of them tonight.".

"How can I help it," I asked, "when you've left them on display for all to see?" 

She sighed theatrically, the deep breath in only serving to push her breasts out more. I smiled appreciatively, at which she rolled her eyes, and tucked into her food again.

I looked about, and started another train of conversation, speaking quite loudly.

"The food's good here, isn't it? This chicken is lovely. Quite delightful." She looked at me, a quizzical look on her face, and answered that her chop was also nice.

"Mind you," I said, "I've heard that the rabbit here is even better", placing emphasis on the word rabbit.

She snorted, shaking her head in disbelief. "Yes," she replied, raising her volume a bit, "It is good here. Almost orgasmic. The best I've EVER had, in fact."

I nodded my approval at her comment, and retorted with "I'm sure it is, but it can't compare to the real thing, can it?"

She looked at me, unsure what I was getting at. "How do you mean?" she queried.

"The real thing. You know... a nice bit of PORK," I said, smiling at my own wit. She almost choked on her food. I reached across to pat her back. "There there. You're alright. What's the matter? Is the pork a bit much for you?" I asked, keeping my volume higher than I would normally.

She got her breath back before answering with "No, no, it's fine. A bit on the small side actually. I prefer a bit more meat personally speaking." She pursed her lips, leaning back with arms crossed to see how I'd respond.

I thought for a moment. "Mmm. It'll need to be big so that you can feel it going down, right?" She stared, disbelieving. "Otherwise you won't even notice it touching the sides?" Two young women, in their late twenties I guess, sitting near us, started sniggering under their breaths, one of them looking at us to work out whether we were doing this on purpose or unintentionally providing them with some entertainment.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. However if it's too big, it does sometimes need some lubrication to go down, it it's too big... although that's not a problem at the moment, obviously." She had one hand up to her rubbing her chin at that point, and lifted her little finger, curling it back and forth in the universal sign language for "small prick".

"Obviously not," I said. Then I paused. "Still, I'm also really looking forward to the pudding here. I've heard they're very good. Will you be having cream with yours?"

She shook her head, pityingly, although I could see her nipples pushing her cardigan out. No bra then. "Maybe. Although I suspect that you won't be lucky enough to be getting any tonight," she said. More laughter from the girls nearby.

"Oh, I think we'll be lucky enough. Double helping, I think. Some CREAM and PIE will be good for you I think, to put some meat into your skinny-assed frame," I said looking up and down her suggestively.

"I've already had the only meat I'm having tonight," she said, casting one eye at the girls to let them know they were in on the joke.

"And there'll be no fish near these lips tonight. So shall we call it a night and head back?" I asked. 

"Oh god yes", she said, under her breath and deeper in her throat, raising one eyebrow suggestively as she ran her fingers up and down the neck of the wine bottle. Then she ran one finger up the bottle, collecting the condensation, and sucked her finger deep into her mouth, gazing deep into her eyes. 

I settled the bill while she went to the ladies, and then I lead her out, my hand in the small of her back as we left. The two young women watched us as we left, so I threw them a knowing wink. They raised their glasses to us, which made Angela laugh.

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We started on the walk back to my place, her arm in mine, continuing the banter. At a pre-planned point, I grabbed her arm and pulled her into a dark alleyway, pushing her up against the wall.

"Mmm," she said, wrapping her arms round my neck and pulling me close, "couldn't you wait till we get home?"

"I could wait, but I knew you were desperate for it, so I thought I'd give you a little treat." I started kissing her, and ran my hands down her back to her bum, pulling her in closer still. She squirmed against me, her hot breath coming slightly faster, as she squeezed one hand down between us to rub my groin. 

I pulled one hand up to her front, under her cardigan. I was right, no bra, so I gently squeezed her nipple, feeling it harden in my hand. She groaned, and grabbed my hand, twisting away to lead me back into the street and towards my house.

We got back, chatted with Samantha a bit whilst she packed up her college books. Angela undid her boots and took them off, leaning forward in my direction so I could see her cleavage. Samantha was surprised we were back so early, and I responded that I had a big day ahead of me tomorrow and wanted an early night. She looked between Angela and I, nodded, and said "mmmm-mm", like she knew what that meant, and let herself out. I picked up Angela's handbag, and then lead her by the hand up to the bedroom. Then I lay back on the bed, putting her handbag down beside me, then put my arms behind my head, waiting expectantly.

"Yes? Are you waiting for something?" she asked.

I nodded towards her handbag. "For the show to begin." 

"If you think I'm just going to whip down my pants and give you a free peep show, you'd better think again," she said, faking anger. "I'm not one of the other women that normally take pity on you, some cheap slut who'll do whatever you want just to get some attention from a man."

"Damn. Obviously I was mistaken about you." She picked up her handbag and threw it at me. I opened it, and pulled out the rabbit. "Come here," I said, and held my arms out for her.

She clambered up onto the bed, and straddled me. We kissed for a bit, her hot tongue searching for mine, and then she leaned back and slowly undid her cardigan buttons, like a slow striptease. When she'd undone the last button, she held the sides together for a moment, and then pulled them apart, arching her back to push her bra-less tits towards me. I growled and bent my head to take one in my mouth. She pulled my head closer, moaning as I gently bit her nipple. I slid my hands down to her bum, pulling her into my groin. 

I feasted for a while on one tit, and then pulled her down to my side, turning myself so I was half on top of her. Whilst I lowered my head to her other tit, I slid a hand down to her jeans and undid the button and zip. Then I rose up to straddle her legs, and she lifted her pelvis up to allow me to pull the jeans off her waist. I left her knickers on, however, and wriggled myself back to the bottom of the bed so I could pull her jeans off. She lay there, just her knickers on, whilst I started stripping off. She must have remembered what we had planned for tonight, as she slowly slid one hand from her neck, down over her breast, tweaking the nipple as she went, over her flat stomach, and into the top of her panties. Her hips bucked as she pushed her hand deeper, and she moaned deep in the back of her throat. Her other hand came up to her breasts, rubbing and playing with one of them, and she closed her eyes, licking her lips at the pleasure she was giving herself.

I finished stripping, and sat back in a chair I keep in my bedroom, my erect cock standing up proud. Angela pushed herself further up the bed, so that she was leaning against the headboard, knees drawn up and legs spread. She looked me in the eye as she reached down with one hand to pull the gusset of her knickers to one side, as she reached with the other hand to run a finger up and down her now-exposed slit.

She closed her eyes again as she played with herself, and I could hear her breath coming faster. She pushed that fingertip inside her, just a little bit, and she moaned quietly. She opened her eyes to look at me, and looked down to my hard cock. She pushed her finger in deeper, as I reached a hand down to grab the base of my cock. As I slowly slid my hand up, she reached down to pull her knickers off, and as I slowly slid it down again, pulling the foreskin tight, she reached into her handbag and pulled out the rabbit. 

She turned it on, setting the "ears" buzzing, and then turned it round so that it pointed down to her feet, the ears just touching her cunt. Then she pressed it down, setting the ears vibrating against her clit. Her stomach clenched, drawing her knees further up towards her, and she murmured "oh god, that's good" under her breath.

She kept this up for a few minutes, running the rabbit around so that the ears rubbed all over her clit and lips, and then she turned it around and started pushing it inside her. I could see her lips split, clinging to the rabbit as she pushed it inside her. She pulled it out again, and it pulled her lips out with it, the wet flesh gripping the intruder, unwilling to let it get away. Again and again she pushed and pulled, each time going a little bit further in, each time pulling it out a bit more wet, glistening with her flowing juices.

Eventually, she was pushing it far enough in that the ears were on her clit again, and she writhed at the feeling. Her speed increased, and as she pushed it in as far as she could, she rotated it to get maximum feeling to her clit. Her other hand was wandering, to the inside of her thighs, her tits, her stomach, and then down to her groin, underneath the glistening rabbit to where her lips joined at the bottom of her cunt. Then a bit lower, to her perineum, between her cunt and asshole. She snatched her hand back, opening her eyes to see if I'd see her reach towards her ass.

I had, so I just nodded slowly, growling "Go ahead baby," still wanking my cock with one hand, while fondling my balls with the other. She closed her eyes again, and let her spare hand slide back down. As she carried on using the rabbit, she used that spare hand to spread her juices down past the bottom of her cunt and to her asshole. She groaned, just once, as her finger rubbed her asshole, and she slid slightly down the bed to give herself better access. But she couldn't really reach, and I could see that she was straining to get better contact. I stood up, went over to the bed, and reached down to slide the rabbit from her steaming cunt. She sighed as I pulled it from her, and I lifted it up, sniffed it, and then licked some of her juices off it. She groaned at the sight.

"Get on all fours," I told her, the lust making my voice deeper and huskier, and she complied, turning over, spreading her knees and arching her back to thrust her ass back at me. I slid the end of the rabbit over her cunt, from the front all the way to the back, collecting her juice. Then back up again to the top, pressing it against her clit. She pushed back against me, and I slid it down again, this time going a little bit further down, towards her ass. Backwards and forwards, a bit further each time, spreading her juice all around, until I was sliding it between the cheeks of her ass. I didn't press it in, just sliding back and forth, then for one last time, I pushed it down to her cunt, and then pushed it inside her. She grunted, and sighed her pleasure. 

I reached up, and tugged at one of her hands. She shifted her weight into her other arm, and let me pull her hand down to her ass. I took one of her fingers, and slid it down from the start of the crease of her ass, downwards, towards her asshole, as I carried on fucking her with the rabbit. She took the lead, and slowly, gingerly, carried on moving her finger down to her asshole, rubbing it, pressing it, stroking it, but not pressing inside. Not yet, I thought, but next time you'll finger your ass yourself.

She was panting now, her orgasm approaching, as her hips pushed up and down to get the leverage on her pleasure centers. I could see her thighs trembling with the pleasure, and the muscles in her asshole clenching and unclenching as she brought herself closer. I leant forward, real close, my hot breath on her rosebud. "Oh, please, do it, Andy, do it," she moaned.

"Tell me what to do," I whispered back at her.

"Lick me, please lick me".

"Where?"

"Lick my ass Andy, lick my hole. Oh god, Andy, lick my ass, please."

I pulled her hand away as I lowered my head. "Oh, yes," she moaned as my tongue touched her asshole. I felt it spasm underneath me, and I pushed harder, licking up and down and around and around. I pulled out the rabbit, dropped it, and wrapped my hands round her thighs, pulling her close, I felt one of her hands reach down to her clit and start wanking herself, and then I really went to town on her arse, curling my tongue up and pressing it in, feeling her rectum open as my tongue slipped inside. At the same time, I pushed two fingers into her cunt. Suddenly, she came, shaking all over, murmuring "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," as her juices flooded out down her thighs. Her asshole tightened on my tongue, forcing it out, but I kept on licking on the outside as her orgasm continued, feeling her cunt walls tighten on my fingers, finally relaxing as she flopped down onto the bed, panting, the sweat collecting in the top of the crease of her ass.

"Oh baby," she murmured when she got her breath back. "That was so good. Now get your big prick up here and fuck me senseless."



Anal At Last Ch. 05



[This story is one of a sequence I've written. You can read the other parts of the story for more details, but here is a summary;

I've recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son on my own. After a long abstinence, I've met a woman (Angela) and we've just had our first night together. She's had her first orgasm in the missionary position, thanks to a little tip I'd picked up online. We've not yet had anal sex, but a little anal play has been involved.... 

The cast:

Me: 36 yrs male

My son: Daniel

My girlfriend: Angela, 40 yrs

The babysitter: Samantha, 18 yrs

Samantha's dad: Bill

Samantha's brother: David]

*

I slid up the bed so that I was laying on to top of her, my hard, hard cock lying between the cheeks of her ass. I rubbed it up and down a bit, feeling the moisture from her previous come and my rimming spread around my cock. Then I reached down and pushed it down, under the curve of her ass so that my head was touching the lips of her cunt.

"Fuck me, fuck me now," Angela moaned, and tilted her pelvis back to give me easier access. I rubbed my cock along her wet lips for a bit longer, and then pushed, feeling her cunt separate as my prick entered. God she was hot. I kept pushing all the way, until the cheeks of her ass touched the bottom of my stomach, at which point she ground against me. I pulled out almost all the way again, so my head was just parting her lips, and then pushed in again, harder this time. She grunted, spreading her legs a little bit more to make it easier for me to get even deeper in. And that's how we fucked: her face down, flat on the bed, beads of sweat collecting on her toned back; me above her, feeling the mounds of her ass bounce as I plummeted into her.

After a few minutes, I pulled out altogether ("Oh, no," she groaned), and pulled her hips towards me. She got the message, and came up onto all fours. I pushed in again, going deeper than before with the new position. "Oh Andy, fuck me baby, fuck me," she told me, as she pushed back against me each time I entered her.

I grabbed her shoulders to pull her against me, pushing as deep and hard as I could each time my prick plowed her cunt. In and out, in and out, feeling my orgasm get closer. But I remembered how much she enjoyed the small bit of rimming I'd done, and I could see her tight ass below me, her asshole still moist from all the sweat, come, and saliva that had collected there.

I leaned back again, letting go of her shoulders and sliding my hands down to grab the cheeks of her ass. I played with them, massaging them, moulding them, separating them from the other, and making her asshole wink at me as we fucked hard and fast. Then I slid the thumbs down, underneath her ass to get some moisture from the bottom of her cunt, and then backup, over the perineum, until they were pressing either side of her rosebud.

"Oh god Andy, that feels so good baby," she moaned as she dropped her arms and shoulders onto the bed, making her ass stick up even further. I played with her asshole, running my thumbs over it, pressing, stroking, rubbing, spreading her cunt juice around, until I pressed one a bit harder than usual, and saw her sphincter spread, letting the intruder in, resisting a little bit but not enough, and my thumb entered her asshole. Angela groaned beneath me. As I pushed harder, my thumb went into the knuckle, and she started to come, hips trembling with the force of it, her juices flooding my prick as I continue fucking her. I could feel her moisture running over my balls, she was so excited.

I kept on fucking her, intent now on getting my own orgasm, wanting to come inside this tight cunt as I watched her asshole clinging to my thumb, knowing that at some point soon it would be clinging to my hard cock. The thought of it sent a spasm down my spine to the tip of my prick, and I knew it wouldn't be long. I reached forward to grab one of Angela's hands, leading it down her cunt, and I felt her tunnel tighten as she started wanking her clit, then I straightened up again, grabbed hold of her hip with my spare hand, and starting giving her a good hard fuck, pulling her onto me with one hand as the other thumb continued pushing into and out of her ass. 

It only took a few minutes of that for me to come, my man-juice spurting inside that hot sweet cunt as she came again on my cock, pushing herself back so hard that my thumb went all the way into her asshole. As my spasms subsided, I collapsed down beside her, panting hard. She took a moment to get her breath back, and reached down to fondle my still swollen prick. 

"Baby," she whispered, "that was real good, but don't even think about trying to put this monster in my ass - it'll tear me apart."

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It was a couple of weeks later that we went one step further. Don't get me wrong - during that couple of weeks we had some great sex. A bit of anal fingering, some rimming, and more traditional sex, as well as just wining, dining, and getting to know each other.

The next time something significant happened, Daniel was staying over with a friend, Stephen. The friend's mum (Simone) was a right hottie. She'd had Stephen real young, so she was only about 28 or so now, still fresh and tight. And she knew it. Her midriff was always exposed to show off her flat, taut stomach over deliciously curvy hips. Her tops were tight enough to show that her tits were firm and more than adequate. She wasn't tarty, mind: the midriff gap was only a couple of inches, just that bit above the waist of low-slung jeans or trousers, where the hips curved inwards to her narrow waist. And that was all you saw - never a large midriff PLUS loads of cleavage PLUS bare arms and legs. She kept herself covered up apart from that one little bit that let you know she was very tasty underneath the rest of her clothing. A classy dresser.

She was married, and apparently very happy with her equally tasty husband. Ah well. She kept me going in wank material during the period when I was seeing nobody.

Anyway, Daniel was there for the night, and Angela and I had the place to ourselves. I'd invited her round for dinner, cooked by my own fair hands. Of course, we didn't quite make it to the first course.....

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She turned up wearing a chinese-style silk dress. High at the neck, tight round the body, long to the ankle, but slit up to the upper thigh. Very tasty indeed. When I let her in, I deliberately let her walk down the hallway to the living room in front of me, just so I could see her bum wiggle in the silk. Like two pigs in a sack. I just wanted to throw her to the floor and take her doggy style right there and then.

But Daniel was still her, so that put the kybosh on any plans for instant sex. Angela didn't have kids herself, but she had a couple of nephews, so she knew how to get on with kids. And Daniel seemed to like, which is a relief. He even took her up to his room to show her his favourite toys, so we was in special favour - he normally reserves that for friends who have been round longer.

Then Simone arrived to pick up Daniel. Oh fuck me, she was looking good. Tight, cropped top over those delicious boobs; her midriff showing; and some sports-type bottoms on, slack round the legs, but clingy enough to show the lovely curve of her ass. She and Angela chatted for a few minutes whilst Daniel put his coat and shoes on (which always takes a long time), and I could see Angela taking the occasional opportunity, when Simone was looking at me or Daniel, to look at Simone's tits or ass, and waggle her eyebrows suggestively at me.

Eventually, Daniel got his stuff together, and was whisked off Simone for an evening of fun and games with Stephen. As the door closed, Angela just said "Nice tits. Bet you've wanked off plenty of times at the thought of getting your man-meat between those mammoths, eh?"

"I plead the fifth," I countered.

We did do some small talk first, whilst I was preparing the food. Unfortunately, she made the mistake of sitting directly in my line of sight, legs crossed elegantly, showing her legs off right to the inner thigh as the material parted along the slit.

Just the sight of that, and the memory of our anal play previously was enough to get my dick rising in my pants. I was wearing casual trousers this time, rather than jeans, so there was nothing to keep the old boy pressed down tight against my thigh. I think she must have noticed, because she stood up, walked over as if she was going to the fridge, and then cuddled up into the back of me, pressing her breasts, stomach, and groin against me, running her hand down my chest and stomach to stroke my growing bulge

"Oh, Andy, what am I going to do with you?" she breathed into my ear as she rubbed her hand up and down.

"I can think of a few things," I answered, as I carried on chopping some carrots. At which point she lowered my zip and slid her fingertips inside to rub up and down my straining cock, outside my boxers. I kept on chopping.

She brought the other hand round, and with both hands she undid my belt and the button of my trousers, and then she pulled the fly apart to get better access to me. Then she reached into the top of my boxers, pulling them down at the waist a bit, and reaching down to lever my cock up so it could taste the fresh air.

She grabbed hold of me just below my foreskin, and started wanking me, just moving my foreskin on and off my helmet. I kept on chopping, but with slightly less interest this time.

When she saw my apparent lack of interest, she grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me away from the worktop, worked more of my cock free of my underwear, and resumed wanking me, but this time with longer, firmer strokes. I kept on chopping.

Then she slid around me so that she was standing up between me and the worktop, right in the way of my chopping. She reached behind her, and pushed the chopping board away to the side, then grabbed the knife from my hand, and put it off to the side as well. Then she looked me in the eye, and slowly slid down onto her knees. As her head reached my groin, she tilted her head and licked up my cock. I groaned, and then groaned even louder as she opened her mouth and swallowed the head of my cock. Her tongue swirled around me, as she started bobbing up and down. 

I grabbed the back of her head with both hands, helping the up and down movement, but preventing her from slipping away. With her hands, she started to pull my trousers and boxers down, pushing them down to my ankle, as her hot mouth worked wonders on my prick.

She grabbed both cheeks of my ass, and took even more of my cock into her mouth. She wasn't quite deep-throating (I've not yet found any woman who could), but she was doing a damned good job. I relaxed into it, enjoying the blowjob without any thought of having to give her pleasure or hold off my orgasm, just getting into it.

After a few minutes, she stood up, kissing her way up my body, all the way to my mouth. A lot of guys don't like it, but it fucking turns me on when a woman kisses me after going down on me for a bit. No idea why, it just does. I kissed her back ferociously, grinding my groin into hers, pushing her back into the worktop. I grabbed her ass, and started working her dress up her, rucking it up around her waist.

When it was all tucked up, I grabbed her ass again, and lifted her up onto the worktop. She opened her legs and wrapped them around me, then shuffled forward so that she was rubbing her crotch up against my cock. It felt odd, so I looked down - no knickers.

"You dirty little trollop," I said, as I licked her ear and rubbed my cock up and down her in return.

"Well, what was the point on putting knickers on? I knew they wouldn't stay on for long. I've been wanking myself silly all day at the thought of us having sex again, so there's no way I was going to wait till after we'd eaten. Besides, sex on a full stomach absolutely has gotta be bad for you."

"I'll tell you what's bad for you..." I responded. "Trying to have sex in this position. Get down, turn around."

She slid onto her feet as I kicked off my trousers and boxers. She turned round, pulling her dress back up again, exposing that delectable little ass and the dark cleft beneath it. Wasting no time, I grabbed my cock and positioned it ready for penetration, and she pushed herself back, sighing as I entered her.

"Oh god baby, that feels so good," she breathed, working her hips to get me completely inside her. I bottomed out, feeling her tight buns against me, and I reached one hand round her waist to stroke her clit. She pulled away again, and I could feel the walls of her cunt close behind me as I withdrew. I pushed in, quite hard, and heard the slap as our flesh made contact.

We fucked, hard and fast, with her juices dripping down onto my balls and the sound of our fucking filling the kitchen. I wet a thumb in her juices, and pushed it hard and firmly into her ass. She grunted, telling me to "fucking fuck her". I started really going for it, fucking her like I'd never fucked anyone before. She was rocking back and forth as I pushed my cock as deep into her as I could. I gave up trying to play with her clit, and just grabbed her hip with my spare hand to pull her onto my cock even more, whilst still playing with my thumb in her asshole.

She started to come, screaming out loud as she did so, but I didn't stop. I just kept on thrusting my cock into her wet cunt, watching her ass cheeks bounce around as we fucked. I wet the other thumb, and started pushing that into her ass alongside the first one. I didn't push too hard, just a slow gradual pressure. Well, as slow and gradual as I could manage when fucking her so hard. I could see her asshole spread, her sphincter muscles opening up like a flower to accept both my thumbs.

Angela was gone, moaning and groaning and shouting all sorts of obscenities into the kitchen air, which now smelled only of hot sweaty sex. Her asshole was clenching my thumbs, tight but unwilling to let them go. I spit onto them, making sure she was very wet, as I had plans. I could feel her cunt tighten again round my cock, and my own orgasm was approaching, helped by watching her asshole beneath me.

We got even closer to orgasm, and she put both her hands on her ass cheeks, pulling them apart to allow me better access to her ass. She was shouting now, just pure grunts in time with my thrusts, and I could tell we were both on the verge of coming. 

As I pulled my cock back, I pulled a bit further so I came out totally, the first throbs starting to happen in my cock. I squeezed to hold it in, and whipped my thumbs out of her ass. I pushed down on her hips quite hard, whilst knocking the back of her knees with the front of mine, making her ass drop a bit... nicely in line with my cock.

Then I pushed - just enough to get the head of my cock inside her ass as she came, screaming at me, calling me a lying bastard and then telling me to come inside her ass, and her juices flooded out of her cunt to pour down my thighs. Her hot asshole clenched around my cock, squeezing it tighter than anything I've ever felt before, spasming as her orgasm continued, and that was enough to make my come spurt into bowels. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, and she was still having aftershocks as I started to recover from mine. Then she collapsed onto the worktop, body going completely limp from the force of her coming. She'd passed out.

Jesus wept, I'd made her pass out.

I was shocked, and was about to pull my cock out of her steaming ass, when I felt her asshole open up as she relaxed. Without even trying, my still-hard cock slipped another inch or two in. I froze, afraid of her going mental when she realised I'd gone further in. But she was still out for the count.

I could feel her hot ass walls around my cock, lubricated by my come, slippery and more relaxed than before. Experimentally, I pushed my hips forward a little bit, and my cock slipped even further inside that lovely ass of hers. An evil grin broke on my face, as I looked down to see her cute asshole split apart by my cock. My veins were bulging, making an even rawer image, and I pushed forward again. Another inch or two.

My mind was made up.

Slowly, I kept the pressure on, allowing my cock to ease further and further inside her. I could feel her sphincter pressure as it moved up my cock, and also the tight-but-flexible pressure of her inner ass walls - parting as the new intruder edged it's way in. Ah, fuck me, her ass was exquisite. Grasping, clinging, but not too tight. Hot, kind of dry, but not too dry. Very different to the feeling of being in a cunt. I knew that once tonight was over, I had to have it again.

I started to nudge my cock in and our of her ass, going a little bit deeper each time. After a few minutes, and another inch or two inside, Angela had still not recovered, but I could feel her asshole start to get tighter again, so I knew it wouldn't be long. I reached my hand round her waist, stretching down to her cunt, parting her lips and rubbing her clit. 

She moaned, and lifted her head a bit.... then froze.

"Oh, shit,"I thought, "she's gonna go ballistic," and I got ready to withdraw.

But she reached around, and grabbed hold of the bit of my prick that wasn't in her yet.

"Sweet jesus," she said, "you're almost all in," amazement in her voice. "God, that feels good. I never thought you'd fit. How do you fit? Oh, fuck me!" she gasped as she reached back with both hands and pulled her ass cheeks apart again.

I took that to be a good sign, and resumed pushing my cock into her, slowly but surely. The thought and feeling of being in her ass, and watching my cock part her asshole as we fucked, had kept me hard, even after I'd come. 

It was getting tight, so I looked round desperately for something to lube... the olive oil caught my eye, so I grabbed it and started undoing the top.

"Baby, reach into my bag there... there's some real lube. Just be quick and fuck me," whispered Angela. I reached into her handbag on the kitchen worktop, found the lube, and pulled out of her a bit. Then I spread some round the remainder of my cock, and round her asshole. I did wonder why she had lube in her handbag, but that question could wait for another day.

I started to move into her again, pushing in a bit and out a bit, letting the lube do it's job. Gradually I got further in. Evantually, I got the last bit in, my lower stomach hitting the cheeks of her ass, and we both grunted. 

"Oh, you fucking bastard, Andy. You feel so big. You bastard. ... fuck my ass, Andy. Fuck me," she whispered.

I took her at her word, and started pulling my cock out. I reached a hand down to her wet cunt lips, collecting her juices, then spread it round the rim of her asshole as more of my cock was exposed. Then I pushed in again, feeling her bowels open up around me. God knows why she wasn't screaming... if someone shoved 9 inches of hot cock up my ass, I'd be raking their eyes out. But thank god she wasn't, as I wasn't stopping for any reason. She was pushing back at me a bit, straining to get more pleasure, and I saw her reach down to her cunt. As she started playing with her clit, I felt her asshole tighten around me, and I grunted at the extra pressure.

I reached bottom, and started pulling out again. The scene was one of my favourites from the occasional anal porn film I'd seen - a big cock pulling out of an ass, with the ring of ass clinging desperately to the prick, red raw with the effort. I wished I'd had a camera to record the fulfillment of many a wanking fantasy at last.

"Push out a bit, as though you're straining over a shit," I said, and I felt her do so. Her asshole blossomed, giving me a bit more room to maneuver. I began to fuck her a bit faster, and reached down to spread more of her lubrication around the base of my cock. Then I grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them wide.




Anal At Last Ch. 05



I knew I wouldn't last long, not with the view I had, so I let go of her ass, and reached up to her dress neckline at the back. I unzipped it, all the way down her neck as far as I could get with all the rucked up material round her waist. She pulled her arms out of the dress as she started pumping her hips back to meet me as I pushed my hard cock up her ass. She wasn't wearing a bra, so I reached around her sides, to grab hold of her tits, squeezing them, rubbing her nipples, using them to pull her back onto me. She expressed her delight, groaning and whispering "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck" under her breath. 

Her ass was definitely getting used to me, opening up even more, allowing me more freedom to push in and out more easily. I slid my hands up to her shoulders, pulling her back onto me each time I pushed into her asshole. Fuck, she felt good. I loved fucking her cunt, but this was something else, the still-taboo thought of having anal sex adding to my excitement.

I could feel her ass rhythmically tightening around me, presumably in time to the movements of her cunt walls as she wanked herself closer to orgasm. "Shove that cock up my ass, you bastard", she grunted. "Fuck my ass. Take my ass with that big hard cock of yours. Do it Andy, fuck me harder." I obeyed her command, putting more effort into fucking her. I still wasn't able to go as fast as I could in her cunt, but I didn't need to. I could feel my orgasm building again, and I could tell by her breathing and the sweat lining her back and hairline that hers was too. I leaned over her, still using her shoulders to pull her back onto me, and whispered into her ear: 

"You love my cock up your ass, don't you? You've wanted me to do it since that first night when I put my finger there. Well, you've got more than my finger there now, and you've taken it like the slut that you are."

She was getting short of breath now, but managed the odd word: "Yes... god yes... I love it... oh that's good... I love your cock up my ass... oh fuck me ... make me yours."

"I'll make you mine," I said, almost snarling into her ear as I rammed my cock up her bowels harder than I had done so far. "I'll make you beg for my cock up your ass each time we meet, make you get down and spread your cheeks apart to show me where you want it. You're desperate for it, you anal whore. That's what you are, my little anal whore. I'm gonna fill your ass with my hot come, and you're going to love it. You'll love it so much, you're going to come at the same time, with my hard cock filling your insides." She was still pushing back and forth onto my cock, mouthing words now as she was unable to get her breath enough to speak loudly. 

"Look at you, wanking yourself whilst I fuck your ass, you love it hard and fast. I can't believe a few days ago, you told me you'll never take my big cock up your ass, and here you are begging me to stick my hard cock up you, wanking yourself silly, while I rip you to shreds." My orgasm was getting closer, my cock starting to swell, and Angela started to come, screaming in ecstacy, screaming "fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass, oh god, fuck my ass." That sent me past the point of no return, and I straightened my back, pulling on her shoulders to get my cock as deep as possible inside that tight ass of hers, which was clenching around me as her orgasm ran through her.

I continued fucking back and forth, feeling that build up of sperm getting ready to flood her hot bowels, trying to hold it off so I could enjoy the heat and tightness of her bowels for as long as I could. 

As she started to calm down from her come, I stopped fucking it all the way in and out, just nudging it a bit each way. Angela had got her breath back a bit, gasping, slowing down a fraction, and then as I started that nudging, she said "Oh, god, I'm gonna come again, oh sweet Jesus. Fuck me you bastard. Fuck my ass," and that did it. I spurted into her ass, feeling it burst out of my cock harder than I'd ever felt it before. I swear it was about to come out of her mouth. The spurts went on longer than normal, and drove Angela over the edge again. She clenched her whole body, holding her breath, as he orgasm ripped through her. Her asshole tightened so much it hurt, and I felt my thighs go wet. Dear god, she'd squirted, actually squirted her cunt juice all over the cupboard door, my thighs, and the floor.

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It took us a while to recover, both of us almost unable to breath with the force of our orgasms. I still had my cock up her ass, all the way in, my thighs and stomach touching her ass. I'd collapsed on top of her, and she grunted: "Get off me, you heavy bastard,",so I straightened up and eased my cock out of her ass.

She felt between her thighs, and gasped at the wetness there. "I've never come like that before. Fuck me, that felt good, but look at the fucking mess. Oh god, I can feel your come leaking out my ass..." And with that, she bolted for the bathroom.

Catching my breath, I grinned as I looked down at her cunt juice all over the place, and the sweaty state of my red raw cock. Anal sex at last. And fuck was it good. And she'd squirted as well.

I pulled my boxers and trousers back up, got a cloth, and started wiping up.

Angela was sheepish as she came downstairs again. She'd thrown on my bathrobe. "Sorry for the mess," she said.

"Sorry? Nothing to be sorry about," I answered. "That was the best sex I've ever had, and I mean it."

"Same here," she said, almost blushing. "I never thought I'd like it up the ass as much as that, but...."

"But what?"

"Well, if it's that good every time, or even half as good, I think I'll want it more often."

"Good," I said, as I walked up to her and held her close, kissing her and running my hands down her back to her bum.

She grabbed my hands, lifting them up. "That's enough of that tiger. I'm sore, which is not surprising given that I've just had your cock stuffed up my backside without so much as a 'please' or 'thank you ma'am', and you're not getting any more till I've recovered. This meal you're cooking had better be good, to make up for me not being able to sit down for a week."

I washed my hands, and carried on cooking. The meal was good - obviously my first bout of anal sex had inspired me. We ate, and had a good chat, really getting to know each other, sharing things we'd not told each other yet. As we talked, the bathrobe kept parting, offering glimpses of cleavage and lengths of thigh, making the meal all the more tasty.

She had to leave early for work again, but before she did do, she made me promise to go easier next time. "Honestly Andy, I can hardly sit down. I think you've done me a permanent injury".

"Well then, how can I make it up to you?" I asked, pretending to be deep in thought. "I know. Bend over and let me kiss it better."

She playfully slapped me, calling me incorrigible, then sent me upstairs to pick out some clothes for her. I brought them down - a light denim shirt and a pair of jeans. She shucked off the bathrobe - leaving her naked in front of me, and sending all sorts of dirty thoughts round my head.

"Stop that," she commanded.

"Stop what?" I asked, mock-innocently.

"Just stop it." She put the shirt on. I've always loved seeing a woman in just my shirt, hanging down to just underneath the crease where her ass cheeks and thighs met. I think it's because a slight rise to front or back - say, as she reaches up to get something from a cupboard - is enough to set the heart racing and the cock pulsing. I pulled her close, and slid one hand down to her ass, running my fingers along that crease. I love that bit... when I can get my hand there, I know I'm about to score.

My other hand rose to her chin, gently pulling her mouth towards me, and I start kissing her - not the passionate french kissing we'd done in the past, but softly, intimately, like lovers do.

"Don't get any ideas," she said as she looked at my inquisitively. "Just because you fucked my ass - without my permission, I'll say again - I don't want you going all soft on me."

"As if that would even happen, with you wandering round in a dressing gown flashing at me. Would you call this soft?" I asked as I pushed my hardening cock into her.

"Put the beast away. It's time it got back in it's cage, as it's been out to play enough today, and its play is a bit rough for me right now. It's been very naughty and deserves to be punished". I groaned melodramatically, and pulled back saying "You tease..." and then slapped her on the ass.

"Ooooh", she said. "Maybe I'll be naughty next time, so that you can spank me some more".

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A few nights later I was out with Simone and Ken, as a way of saying thanks for looking after Daniel the evening that Angela and I had anal sex in the kitchen. They were a nice couple, which made their mutual good looks even more unfair, but as the evening wore on, Ken got more and more drunk. I'd not seen him particularly drunk before, so it was a bit of a surprise to me, and not a nice one at that, as he was getting a bit obnoxious.

At one point in the evening, he staggered for the toilet, leaving Simone and I to talk. She didn't give any details, but she admitted things weren't as great behind closed doors as it would appear. I expressed my concern, thinking that maybe he was abusing her, but she vehemently denied it was anything like that, just run-of-the-mill problems. Her eyes were welling up, and she said something about not wanting Ken to see her like this, as he'd just take the piss and wind her up even more. I told her to take a moment to compose herself, and I went outside to phone for a taxi away from the noise of the bar. As I walked to the door, I passed the end of the corridor that lead to the toilets. And saw Ken. 

He was stood chatting to a woman, dark and slutty looking, her back to the wall. He was real close, groins touching, hand on her hip, the other one playing with her hair, and neither of them looked unhappy about it.

"Stupid tosser," I thought. He'd got it all - fantastic wife, great job, good body, good kid, and he'd fallen for the most stupid thing that men do. I turned away from them, without him seeing, and phoned for the taxi from there, speaking louder than normal. Ken must have heard or seen me, as there was a sudden "oh shit" from him, and some frantic whispering between the two of them. He came out of the corridor, almost staggering into me but managing to catch himself just in time, and then the girl followed. Granted, she had big tits and showed them off in a low cut top, but she had a short skirt showing off legs that could do with a bit more toning, and a midriff bulging over the top of it - cheap, tarty, and an obvious easy fuck - but she was not a patch on Simone. Poor girl, I thought, she'll be gutted if she finds out Ken's having an affair... unless she's already found out, and that's what she was avoiding saying earlier.

We all got the taxi home, and I left them to it, without mentioning what I'd seen to either of them. I didn't mention it because no matter how good a friend you are to someone, if you tell them their husband (or wife, girlfriend, whatever) is having an affair, you can kiss that friendship goodbye. It's not my place to sort out their domestic issues.

They got out the taxi, Simone helping Ken along a bit as it was starting to rain and he's got the tendency of standing talking when he's had a beer. She let him in the front door, and then waved back at me as the taxi pulled away again.

Samantha had been babysitting Daniel again, and we chatted over a coffee when I got in. She was wearing a blouse with the neck quite open. She wasn't showing any cleavage, she never did, but I noticed a cross on a chain. She'd never mentioned being religious, and I knew her dad wasn't, so it was a bit of an odd thing to wear. I didn't ask her about it (never ask about religion, politics, or opinions on reality TV), but just chatted about her course etc. She got talking about some of the other people doing the course, and flushed somewhat when I probed her about boys, and boyfriends. I couldn't tell whether she was embarrassed because she didn't have a boyfriend, or because she did, so I left it at that.

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The next time I saw Angela, it was at her place for once. She was having problems with her email, and as my business was in IT consultancy, she obviously thought I'd be able to sort it. So I drove over while Daniel was at school, and Angela had the afternoon off to get her legs waxed or something. She met me at the door, pulling on her coat over a short cardigan, her stomach showing underneath, and her shoes on.

"You're just in time, I've got a few minutes before I need to go. But let's get this straight. No sex today. I'm off to get my bits waxed shortly, and you're not coming anywhere near me till then, otherwise I'll smell of come when the beautician does me. And not afterwards, otherwise I'll be as sore as fuck. So keep your grubby little hands to yourself".

I tutted loudly as I walked in to her house. Damn, I thought, as I'd been looking forward to another good bout of sex, normal or anal. So I followed her through to her home office - salivating as I followed her arse up the stairs, remembering that first time we'd had sex and had made out on the stairs - and she talked me through the problem. She'd been trying to set up a desktop mail application, Eudora, rather than webmail, as she didn't trust Yahoo or Google or anyone with her mails and personal info any more.

In the end, I had to delete her account details and re-enter them for her. As I ran the "get new mails" option, the titles of the incoming mails appeared in the software. I wasn't really reading them as such, but I noticed a few spam mails, one from Egg.com, and.... one that said "Re: Another session with Andy".

I think she saw it as well, as I heard her draw her breath sharply. She grabbed the back of the office chair I was sitting in, and spun me round away from the computer. She leant over me, letting her cardigan hang loose, exposing her cleavage. She licked her lips, and then leaned a bit further and whispered in my ear, "I think you deserve a little thank you present"... and I heard her click the mouse behind me, presumably closing the software.

Then she clicked the mouse a few more times, and turned me round to face the monitor again. Microsoft Media Player was just opening up, and it was playing a movie. But not just any old movie. It was a shot of a big muscled guy sat on a dining chair in a kitchen, with a girl straddling him, one hand on the kitchen table on one side, the other on the kitchen worktop on the other, lowering herself onto his impressive cock slowly.

"I love this movie. Feel free to have a wank whilst I'm gone." she said, laughing, and with that she was off, out the door and down the stairs. When she got to the bottom, she shouted up: "Oh, and pay attention! You need some inspiration - sex with you is getting a bit tame" and then she opened the door and slammed it behind her.

Bitch, I thought, laughing to myself. She could have at least given me a quick wank.

The movie was pretty good though. I've always had a thing about broad-chested, well muscled guys fucking petite girls, when the guy just grabs the girl's waist as she straddles him, bodily lifting her up and down onto his prick. So I thought, "Why not?" and pulled my jeans down to give me access.

Then I saw her webcam. Its light was on. It was pointing right at my cock. She was recording me. She'd planned all this, the little tyke. Well, if that's the case, I thought, I'll give her a show.

I grinned a lop-sided grin as I started rubbing myself through my boxers, letting my bulge get bigger as I watched the movie, and imagined being that guy, with the size 6 girl straining to get my cock into her. I soon got hard, and, determined to give Angela a show, I just put my hand inside the waist of my boxers, rubbing my foreskin up and down, and panting a bit (louder than normal, so it would get picked up by her microphone).

I slid down a little bit (not too much in case I went off the webcam's line of sight), and leaned back as if getting into it. Then I pulled the elastic of my boxers down, letting a couple of inches of my cock peek over the top.

I kept my hand open, just using my thumb and one finger to wank just my foreskin, making sure (but hopefully not too obviously) that the webcam had a good view. I kept that up for a few minutes, till my pre-cum started to collect on my helmet. Then I took my shirt off and threw it on the bed, running my hands over my nipples as if I was getting really turned on. And finally I slid my boxers down past my knees, exposing my cock in all its straining glory, and leaving myself naked.

I grabbed my cock full-on with one hand, and starting giving it large strokes, as far up and down as I could, gripping it tight to make the blood pump, which I knew would soon make my veins stand out. Hopefully, the webcam would pick that up in some detail.

I acted up a bit, moaning and panting, running the other hand down to play with my balls. Actually, despite the acting, I was enjoying this, the exhibitionism definitely adding something to the event. A thought occurred to me, and I stood up, pulling my pants and jeans up, and wandered over to her bedside cabinet, leaving the webcam running. 

Yep, third drawer down, the rabbit and a normal vibrator sat hidden under a single layer of clothes. I picked up the vibrator and a pair of her knickers whilst I was there, and wandered back to the PC. On the way past her dresser, I picked up a jar of some facial cream (I picked one who's brand I recognized, knowing how expensive it was - my damned ex wife used to spend fucking hundreds of pounds on this stuff), and sat down again, leaving the items off-camera so she wouldn't know what I'd done. Then I navigated round the Media Player menus, and found the directory that the movie was in. She'd put it in a folder called Work Training Videos. "Nice work if you can get it," I said, and opened up the folder so I could see all the other files.

It was full of porn, maybe 20-30 files. "Angela, you horny little minx," I uttered, loud enough for the webcam to pick up I hope, as I scanned the titles.

One caught my eye, Girl On Girl 17c, next to Girl Takes It Up The Ass... and that was only dated a few days ago, I noticed.

I double-clicked the girl on girl one, and turned up the volume on her speakers. I knew the webcam would pick that up, and that she'd know which video I was watching. Then I settled back for a wank again.

I stroked slowly, firmly, letting her get a good view of what was going on, taking a nice long time over it as I watched the two girls make out on screen. They were, like all porn stars, fucking gorgeous, and I was really enjoying it. It got to a point where one of them was rimming the others ass, so again I played up to the camera, saying "Rim that ass girl," and similar comments as I started wanking faster. I could feel my come build up, so I gave myself a nice long squeeze, subtly aiming the head of my cock towards the webcam. Just as I thought, a big blob of come oozed out and ran down the side of my red helmet. I moaned theatrically, and then reached over for the knickers. They were kind of wrinkled up, so I made a point of opening them up, spreading them, inline with the webcam, so she could see what they were, and then wrapped them round my cock as I wanked some more. I started thrusting my hips a bit, keeping my hand still, and making my cock appear and disappear into the palm of my hand, encased in her knickers. I added some moaning, and a bit more speed, then I said loudly, "Oh fuck Angela, I wish that was me in your ass," as one of the girls on screen started fucking the other one's ass with a strap on dildo. 




Anal At Last Ch. 05



Then I stopped, reaching off cam to pick up the cream. Again, I took the lid off in plain view of the camera, making sure she could see the logo and know I was wanking in her good makeup. Then I slapped some cream onto my cock, groaning loudly again as I pushed my cock back and forth. Oh, sweet Jesus, I'd have to do that again. The cool cream on my hot cock felt fantastic. After a few moments, enough to give her a thrill of me wanking with her facial cream but not enough to let it soak in, I reached forward once more and brought the vibrator back to center stage and turning it on. Now, I'd never tried this, so I hoped it wouldn't feel too weird.

It didn't. Oh god, it felt good as I ran the head up and down my cock, the buzzing and the cold cream working wonders. I could feel my orgasm approaching, and I realised I could do it hands free, so to speak. So I got ready for the piece de resistance.

I took my hands off my cock altogether, using just the head of the vibrator, running it up and down, over the head, over my balls, point on, sideways on, you name it. Just giving the webcam a great view of my 9 inch cock straining to come just from the touch of the vibe. It really did feel good, and I swore to myself that I'd do this on a regular basis. My orgasm was close, so I reached forward one last time, making it look like I was just getting some more cream, but I'd timed it just right. I leaned back, as though my head was tilted back as well, but, knowing my head was off cam, I brought my chin down so I could see what was happening. I shouted out "Oh Angela, fuck that's good," as though I'd been fantasizing over her, just as my cock leaped, no hands in the way, my come erupting from the end, up into the air... and right wear I'd aimed it to go: down into her jar of face cream!

More come came pumping out, about five or six spurts and then a few more just pulsing down my cock. It ran down the sides, down to my balls and onto her knickers which I'd just dropped there, and I sat for a bit recovering, part of me remembering to leave my cock in plain view, with the jar of cream next to it, on my thigh, for the camera.

I waited a bit, panting, feeling my cock throb with the after shocks, and then I shifted as though I'd just sat more upright. "Oh fuck!" I shouted, as though I'd just seen my come in her jar. I turned this way and that, as though looking for a way out, and then just put the lid on the cream, again in plain view. I knew the webcam was still working, so I put the cream, vibrator, and her now sodden knickers by the side, and hastily pulled up my boxers and jeans. I let my cock whip around as the elastic caught on it, knowing that a bit of come would... yep, there it went, flying up and landing on her keyboard. I did up my clothes fast, ran about the room and slammed the things back where they came from, and then ran downstairs, slamming the bedroom door behind me as though I'd panicked and ran. Hopefully, that'll help to convince her that I wasn't faking.

I almost made it to the front door, and then something occurred to me. I knew she'd be a while, so I sat for a bit and watched TV, and then went quietly back up to her bedroom, opened the door a crack and looked at the webcam. Yep, the light had gone out - it had either timed out, or maybe it had a motion sensor and stopped shortly after I'd left the room, or she'd just run out of disk space.

I sat at the PC, opened up her mail again, got to her email account details, and wrote myself a quick note of what they were, stuffing it in my pocket for later. Now, I'm not a total wanker - I wasn't planning to read her real private mails, but I really wanted to read what she'd written about me. After all, with little jibes she'd made like "I need some inspiration", "sex is getting tame", and the whole "waving her little finger around like a peewee cock" in the restaurant, I needed an ego boost to make me feel good about myself, right?

RIGHT?

Well, that's how I justified it.

Then I checked her webcam software, it was set for motion detection with a small delay, and I checked... yes it had come on again. So I stopped it, and deleted the few seconds it had just recorded. Then went to the recycle bin and deleted it there as well (I'm not stupid, you know). Then I set the software to record on motion detector again. I closed the mail application, but left Windows Explorer open showing that I'd found her porn. I even left the Girl On Girl file highlighted, just so that she would get the hint, and moved out of view of the camera, and reached across to close the webcam software window.

Then I quietly went down stairs, and out the house.



Anal At Last Ch. 06



[This story is one of a sequence I've written. You can read the other parts of the story for more details, but here is a summary;

I've recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son on my own. After a long abstinence, I've met a woman (Angela), and after some anal play, we finally had anal sex. In the kitchen of all places! I'd also helped out with an email issue on her PC, and she'd secretly set up a webcam to record me having a wank whilst watching some porn on her PC that she'd left me. But I saw the webcam, and gave her a little show... and then kept a note of her email details, as I saw a mail from her friend, with my name in the subject line...

The cast: Me: 36 yrs male My son: Daniel My girlfriend: Angela, 40 yrs The babysitter: Samantha, 18 yrs Samantha's dad: Bill Samantha's brother: David]

That weekend, I'd made plans to go out with some mates of mine for a good session. Samantha was baby sitting Daniel again (don't know how I'd manage without her!), so all was well. Angela had phoned me during the week, on speaker phone from work, but she'd not mentioned anything specific about me wanking on her camera, or noticing my spunk stains on her knickers, on her keyboard, in her facial cream, or me having left the movie directory open. She did ask me if I'd had a wank, though, whilst watching the movie she'd set up for me. I thought about it for a second, and said "Are you at work?"

"Yes, damned reports to write for tomorrow."

"And no-one is listening in?" I asked

"No. Just me, all on my lonesome, bored and frustrated."

I put a salacious tone in to my voice "How bored? Bored enough for a little telephone sex to break up your evening?"

She laughed, "No, not tonight Josephine... So, did you have a wank?"

"No," I answered, wondering how she'd respond.

"Oh, why not? Wasn't the porn interesting enough?" she asked, surprised (and I thought I could detect a slight giggle in her voice, as though she did actually know that I'd wanked, but was playing along).

"Well, I thought about it, but I figured I'd rather have a wank while you're watching, so I can see getting turned on. You would love to see that, wouldn't you? Sitting there opposite me, watching my cock get hard as I rubbed the foreskin up and down, seeing some cum leak from me, smelling my excitement in the air, hearing my breath get faster. You'd be so turned on that you'd start to rub yourself, playing with your nipples, pushing a finger down inside your pants, and rubbing it up and down your lips till they parted to let your finger in. Then you'd...."

There was a rattle on the phone, as she picked up the handset. "Baby, that's enough of that. I said not tonight, and I meant it. Save it for me for another night. Listen, I've got to go, someone's just waving at me from the other office - I think they want me to come see something they're working on. Catch up with you later." And with that, she hung up. She sent me a text later to apologise for hanging up so abruptly, and asking if I was free on Saturday to watch a movie.

I wasn't (that's the night I'd had planned with the boys), but I'd replied to say she was welcome to come over afterwards, and to stay the night if she wanted. 

She didn't respond within the next few minutes, so I left it to her to get back to me if she wanted to, and assumed she wouldn't be staying the night if I didn't hear before then.

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So I got ready for the night out, with still no word from Angela, and Samantha came over to look after Daniel. I gave him his bath, put him to bed, and read him his favourite story... again! I love him to bits, but I wish kids would like something new for a change.

When I came back downstairs, Samantha had her college books out already. We got chatting about her course, and she shared how much she worked. Jesus, that girl had no life outside of college, homework, or working in the restaurant where she served as a waitress a couple of nights a week.

"Listen, Samantha, why don't you kick back a bit tonight? Watch a movie, have a beer, whatever," I prompted.

"I can't drink, Andy, I've got Daniel to look after."

"Well, OK, you can't get drunk, but you could have one or two beers. Anyway, I know you wouldn't get rat-arsed, you're too sensible for that. Seriously, have a think about it."

We carried on chatting whilst I waited for the taxi to turn up. The latest news was that her dad had a date tonight, which was great. I like her dad. He's a bit of an old fuddy-duddy for someone the same age as me, but he's a "salt of the earth" kind of chap - will give you a hand with anything, calls a spade a spade, and hasn't got any pretensions. Samantha was a bit dubious about the situation - it was the first woman he's been with since her mum died, and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. 

I tried to ease her mind about it, and talked about me and Angela, and how I needed someone for me, and how that wouldn't push Daniel's mum out of the picture. Although the divorce had been bad between us, I never let it ruin Daniel's relationship with his mum, aside from me having custody.

I think the talk helped Sam, as she seemed a little bit more relaxed by the time my ride arrived, so I left her to her study, pointedly left some DVDs on the coffee table in plain view, and went out for the night.

En route to town, I had a thought, and called Samantha on my home phone.

"Samantha, I've just had a thought. Let me say what it is, and you can decide whether to take me up on it. You don't need to answer now - take the rest of the evening to think about it.

"So here it is: you're dad's got this date right, he's probably nervous and excited - I know I was when I started dating Angela. And, whilst I know he loves you to bits and will lay down his life for you, I'm sure there's a small part of him wants to bring the lovely lady home if she wants to, and carry on the evening after their meal. And trust me; he won't want you barging in in the middle of it.

"So, here's my suggestion: I've got the spare room. Stay over tonight - you can pinch my dressing gown and an t-shirt from my cupboard if you want. Help yourself to food and so on, and for god's sake check with your dad first, I don't want him thinking I've locked you in the attic to have my wicked way with you!"

"Oh, Andy, I don't know..."she began.

"Well, go make yourself a cup of tea and have a think about it. You said you're dad's not going out for another half-an-hour or so, so give him a call before he goes out and run it by him. That way, if you and he decide that you'll stay over, he'll know before he goes out that he's got the place to himself, and that he's got the chance to relax a bit with this mystery woman in his own home, after the horrible first-date-chat-over-a-meal formality. Oh, and one more thing - I'll pay you baby-sitting the whole night. If you're staying the whole night, I don't need to head back early, so I might go with the lads to a club after all. And don't tell me that you don't need or want the money - I know what it's like to be a student."

She agreed to think about it, after some arguing about the money (which I won), so I left it at that and sat back till I got into town. Just as I got to the pub, she sent me a text to say she'd be staying over and her dad would bring her stuff over on the way out.

I grinned at the thought of her dad having the place to his self, seeing him like a nervous schoolboy inviting the date over for a coffee.

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And so the night went on. Many beers were consumed - too many, I realise now. The drunken part of my brain was glad that Samantha was staying over, as she might offer to get up and get Daniel his breakfast while I nurse the hangover which I knew was on the way.

The night was a good one - we got chatting to a hen party. Those things are always really tacky, but with a few beers down you, they can be a good laugh. We even met up later in the evening in another pub, by accident, and we decided to spend the rest of the night together. Much more beer flowed.

I got chatting to the bride-to-be, pissed as a fart. Well, we both were. At one point, after some banter about the wedding night and how that was always a disaster due to both parties being tired, and then the fantastic honeymoon period where you fuck like bunnies, and how it was all downhill from there till kids arrived, and then sex dries up altogether, she dragged me off into a darker corner of the pub. She pushed me up against the wall, and started snogging me. She was actually pretty damned nice, if a little drunker than I like, but as I was pretty well pissed as well, I went with it. We were merrily tickling each other's tonsils, and she snaked her hand down to feel my cock.

"Ooh, nice", she said, appreciatively, as she started rubbing up and down. "Fancy giving me the last screw of my single life?"

Part of me, the drunk part, was shouting "Yes, Yes, YES" in my head, but I'm cursed with a still small voice inside of me that gets very calm and orderly when pissed. Normally, it's great for getting me to stop drinking before I pass out, throw up, or otherwise embarrass myself. But this time, it was saying "No... don't... wait for Angela."

Damn it. Sometimes I hate that voice.

But I do listen to it, since it's always right, so I pulled the bride's hand away, and told her to save herself for married life. And off she went, wobbling slightly back to the crowd, setting her sights on one of the other boys in my crowd. Dirty Pete, as we call him, was the target. And his eyes lit up when she reached up to pull him down and give him a snog. It took him a moment for his brain to catch up with what his tongue was doing, but then his massive hands came down and grabbed the bride's ass, pulling her onto him.

Ah well, I thought, at least someone is getting there end away tonight. I obviously wasn't, as I'd still not heard from Angela. But, that meant I could relax and have a few more beers than I would do normally, since I wouldn't have to perform later.

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The night wore on, and that small voice kicked in again saying "go home, you've had enough." So off I went, saying goodbye to the guys, wandering amongst the hen party and giving them all a peck on the cheek or raising their hand to kiss the back of it. The bride wasn't around... and nor was Dirty Pete.

By luck, I managed to find a taxi fairly quickly, and went home. I made myself some toast and a cup of tea, giving myself some time to let my head stop buzzing from all the noise of the pubs, and settled down in front of the TV.

My phone beeped - a text message. I picked it up, and saw a message from Pete - it was a photo text. Took me a while to recognise what it was, then I realised it was a view down the length of his body, and ...yes.... there was the hen-party headdress worn by the bride-to-be, as she gave him a blowjob. That's why he's called Dirty Pete.

I deleted it, and carried on eating my toast. When I'd finished and was sipping the tea, watching some crap on TV, when my phone beeped again. 

It was a text message from Angela: "WHERE ARE YOU?"

"AT HOME", I sent back.

"GOOD. OPEN THE FRONT DOOR"

What? I went to the door, staggering only a little bit (maybe I should have stopped drinking a little bit earlier than I did), and could see her through the glass. I opened it up, and let her in, looking at her questioningly.

"I wasn't going to come over, as I know you were looking forward to some beers with the boys. But I was bored, and fancied spending the night with you for once. Maybe not the best night, as you'll be stinking of beer in the morning, farting, sweaty, snoring, and all the other things that men do when they get drunk, but I figure it's best to get this over with and then it's only going to get better after that."

"OK," I said, and lead her through to the lounge. I sat down, and waved my hand in the general direction of the kitchen. "The kettle's not long boiled, if you want a cup of tea. Be a love and make it, I'm shagged."

She walked up close to me, and sniffed my breath. "Jesus. That's the only shagging going on this house tonight," then she flounced off to the kitchen.

Despite being pissed, I still could think dirty thoughts, and set to thinking (somewhat haphazardly in my drunk state) about taking her up the ass again. My cock responded, although maybe not as quickly as normal.

She came back in, and sat beside me. I looked at her. "Angela baby, when you've finished your tea, we'll head up and have sex."

She looked at me and laughed. "Andy, Andy, Andy. You're as pissed as a fart. There's no way you're getting a hard-on tonight."

"I can. I'm not that pissed. But you'll have to go on top, as I don't think I can be bothered with all that hard work."

"Hah. Andy, trust me, you'll never get a hard on. And there's no way I'm going on top while you fall asleep underneath me. No sex tonight. Finish your tea and we'll head up stairs."

I grabbed her hand, and placed it on my cock. "Feel that? That's a hard on. Are you sure you don't want sex?"

"That's not a hard on," she said disparagingly. "It's a bit of interest, and it will go away as soon as you stand up."

"Alright, let's place a bet," I said. "If I can get a full hard on, you'll give me sex tonight. If I can't, I'll give you sex in the morning..."

"No Andy, no sex tonight. You stink of beer and curry. But I'll tell you what. If you can get a full hard-on now, I'll give you a blow job, just to get you to shut up. Then we'll head upstairs and go to sleep. Then when we wake up, you'll get on top and give me a good hard fucking till I come. Whether you come or not is irrelevant."

"Deal!" I exclaimed, and whipped down my jeans and boxers. My cock was a bit swollen, but definitely not a hard on. So I started wanking, nice strong strokes designed to get my cock rising. I tried all my best moves, but nothing happened. Bugger it, I thought. So I lay back, closed my eyes, and start remembering what it was like to fuck her up the ass in the kitchen, whilst still wanking. 

That started things happening. Not much, but it was a start. I then started thinking about her wanking herself whilst using a dildo in her ass, and that really got things going. Still not quite hard, but definitely showing interest. I thought for a bit. "OK, you didn't say that I had to do it myself. Stand up."

"No," she said, "I don't know what you've got in mind, but whatever it is, it's cheating."

"No it's not; you just said I had to get a hard on, not how I got it. Stand up, take your jeans off, and stand in front of me."

She shook her head, looked at my cock, and laughed. "Alright. That's a safe bet - there ain't nothing going on down there tonight honey." Then she stood up, slid her jeans down her legs, bending forward as she did so, wriggling like a striptease. Yumm. What a lovely ass, with a black thong coming out from under her cunt, and disappearing in her ass crack, re-appearing at the top and splitting round her waist to frame her buns. She straightened, and kicked the jeans off her feet, shuffling back towards me. 


I reached forward, and grabbed her hips, pulling her bum in close. Then I started kissing and licking, nibbling her cheeks, running my tongue up the crease of her ass outside the thong, whilst dropping one hand down to my cock and wanking some more. She moaned a bit as my tongue separated her cheeks, then tutted, tapped her foot, and put her hands on her hips, as though fed up with my attentions and waiting for it to be over. But I could feel small movements in her hips, so there was no fooling me.

That was enough. The old boy did me proud and started rising to the challenge. After a few minutes of kissing her lovely ass, he was at full stand, ready for some action.

I stopped kissing her ass. "Baby, just one more thing to do...."

"No Andy, I'm not doing anything else, it obviously isn't going to happen tonight."

"As I was saying ... Just one thing Angela: get down on your knees and open those sweet lips of yours." She turned quick, looking down at my cock in amazement.

"You bastard," she said. "How did you manage that? You're bloody lucky."

"Luck nothing. I'd have to drink another 10 pints before I couldn't get it up for your ass... Why are you still standing?" I grabbed her hips and started pulling her down towards the floor. She knelt down between my legs, and reached out for my cock. She started wanking me, running one hand up and down the top, pulling my foreskin up and down with it, whilst the other hand played with my balls.

"Ooooh, baby, that's nice .... but you said a blow job," I groaned. She pulled my cock towards her a bit, and lowered her head. Her lips touched my cock, and it jumped in her hands. She opened her mouth, and sank her head down, taking me in to her hot warmth.

I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her mouth further down onto me, and leaned back into the sofa to enjoy the blowjob. She wanked me at the same time, which is a good job, as I think she would have been there for hours with my beer-numbed prick if she'd just used her mouth. I looked down, and noticed that she had her hand in the front of the thong, and she was fingering herself as she sucked me.

I kind of lost track of time, drifting in and out of the feeling of hot mouth and tongue on my cock, and warm hands fondling my balls, and eventually I could feel my come building up. So could she, and she started wanking me faster. She took my cock out of her mouth, and looked up at me. "Baby, I'm not going to swallow this time... I want you to come on my tits and face, just like in the movies. Make me messy baby. Show me how much you own me. Treat me like your own little porn star. Come on me baby, come on me..." She reached up to her top, pulled it off, leaving her bra only. Then she undid that as I started wanking my prick by myself. I stood up, standing over her as she knelt between my legs, her face up-tilted towards me, her hands pushing at her tits, pushing them up and squeezing them. I carried on wanking, and she stretched up, sticking out her tongue, and licking my balls. Fuck, that felt good.

"Do it baby, come on me, come all over me, make me rub it into my tits, make me lick it all up till I'm all clean again," she moaned, running her tongue up the underside of my hard-as-steel cock. I really started wanking fast then, saying "Get ready slut, I'm going to come over you, my spunk's going to get in your hair, in your mouth, on your tits. Then you're going to scoop it up and swallow it right off your fingers, and rub it in your tits till I see how turned on you're getting. .... Here it comes baby.... get ready.... oh Jesus!" And then I came, great globs of come leaping up into the air and landing on her. Some went on her face, some dropped down onto her tits as she pushed them up to catch as much as possible. She licked her lips, taking in some spunk that had landed around her mouth, and I rubbed my cock over her face to wipe off the excess. She brought her hand up and scooped it all up; pushing it into her mouth and sucking her fingers clean, moaning and staring up at me as she did. Then she started rubbing the cum that had landed on her breasts, spreading it down to the nipples, making them erect. I gently grabbed her jaw in one hand, and lined it up with my cock. She got the hint, and opened her mouth, sucking my sensitive glans into her mouth, her tongue instantly going to work cleaning my head, and she sucked to get the last of my come out of me.

My cock was drooping fast, the beer kicking in where normally I would have stayed hard enjoying her mouth. I pulled her head away, hearing her whimper a little as my cock exited her mouth... and I pulled her up to her feet, bringing her lips to mine and giving her a deep French kiss. I fondled her ass as I did, running my fingers up and down her ass crack, pressing into her rosebud through her thong. She groaned into my mouth, rubbing her groin up and down against my now thoroughly deflated cock. I could feel how wet she'd become from wanking while she was going down on me.




Anal At Last Ch. 06



I spun her round, so she was backed up to the sofa, and pushed. Her knees hit the back of the sofa and she dropped down onto it. I got on top of her, straddling her, kissing her mouth, her neck, reaching up to cup her chin and tilt her head to me so I could kiss her lips, pushing my tongue into her mouth, tasting my cum on her again, sliding one hand down between us to rub her sodden cunt lips. She groaned, and muttered something about me fucking her now, but something caught my attention over her shoulder.

Movement at the doorway.

Shit! I'd forgotten about Samantha!

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I must have frozen, as Angela stopped kissing me and pulled her head back, looking at me oddly.

"Are you you OK? You look like you've seen a ghost?"

"Errrr....No, it's just.... that .... errr"

"What? What's the matter?"

I twisted off her and sat next to her on the sofa, thinking desperately.

"Something's bad happened," I said, stalling for time as my brain lurched drunkenly from one idea to another.

"Andy, what is it? You're freaking me out..."

Then the idea came to me, enough of an idea to keep her downstairs, giving Samantha time to get away without being seen or having to speak to her.

"Well... it's just... it's embarrassing... this has never happened before." I looked flustered. "My hard-on's ... well, it's not going to come back. There's nothing going on. Normally, I can get it up again real quickly."

Angela laughed, the tension broken. "Baby, I'm stunned that you got it up the first time, but if you can get it up again after a come like that, while you're still drunk, then I'll think that there is a god in heaven. Trust me, from what I've seen so far, I know that this is brewers droop. Normally, I've got to fight you off, right? Come on, we've got one thing left to do, and then we'll get you to bed."

"Oh? What's that then?"

She pulled me closer, and turned her face to breath into my ear. "I'm so turned on baby, watching you wank, having you come all over me. I was playing with myself, and I want to come while you watch me, this time."

I smiled, and slid off her. She turned sideways on the sofa, sitting against the far arm, facing me. Her almost naked body looked fantastic: small but fim tits, nipples erect with how turned on she was. Flat stomach leading down to the her thong-clad groin, the thong merely enhancing her nakedness. Long slender legs spread wide so I could see as she starting rubbing her hands all over herself, tweaking her nipples, rubbing her breasts and stomach, one hand sliding down to pull aside her thong, as the other reached down to her clit and started rubbing, separating her lips, letting me see how wet she was inside.

She groaned, her head lolling back in pleasure as she slipped a finger insider her, in and out, rubbing around. She started panting, her breath coming in time with her finger inside her. I reached forward to take a hold of her thong, and slid it down her legs. With both hands now free, she used one to part her lips wide, the other had two fingers insider herself now, stroking and rubbing, going up to her clit and playing with it, then down and pushing deep insider her wet cunt again.

She dropped one leg down onto the floor, the other still pulled up against the back of the sofa, her legs now as wide as possible.

"Oh baby," she moaned, "that feels good... I loved watching you wank that big cock of yours... I feel so dirty for wanting you to come all over me... oh, god, that's good.... And wanting to wank while you watch me... I'm yours baby... all yours... your little plaything, your slut... ready to do whatever you want..."

She was getting close to coming now, and I my cock was showing interest again.

She lifted her head again, looking at me, noting the way I was just watching her wank before me. I reached forward with one hand, ran a finger up her cunt lips, and brought it to my mouth, licking off her juices.

"Oh Andy... that's it... I'm all yours... tell me what to do baby... make me obey."

"Angela, I want you do to one more thing."

"What Andy, tell me."

"Finger your ass."

"That's so dirty baby... but I'll do it, as you ordered me."

She turned over, kneeling now, her lovely ass facing towards me. With her chest resting on the arm of the sofa, supporting her weight, she reached underneath her with one hand, fingering herself, and the other came round her side and back to her ass. Her hand was still wet with her juices, so she went straight to her asshole and started rubbing it.

She groaned her pleasure into the air. "Oh fuck Andy, that's so good... you've made me love this baby... I love my ass being played with... should I do it Andy? Should I push a finger inside my tight ass?"

"Do it," I commanded.

She gathered some more juice from her cunt, and brought that hand back up to her asshole, then, only a foot or so from my face, this beautiful woman slowly pushed her finger into her ass, her rectum parting to allow it entrance, and she moaned my name as she felt her finger enter her, right in from of my face.

"Andy... oh Andy... that's so fucking good... I love a finder in my ass ... I wish it was yours baby... but it's so bad to make me do it myself... ah fuck that's good."

She started sliding that finger in and out, the other hand getting faster as she wanked her cunt. The smell of her filled the air, and I was busting to just move her hand out of the way and push my cock into her. But the beer and earlier come had done their job – my cock was showing some interest, but not enough.

She started panting and grunting as her fingers ploughed her insides, and I could tell she was almost there. After a few more moments, her whole body tensed, her asshole clenching round her finger, as her orgasm hit her.

I gave her a minute or so to recover, and then said "Come on baby, let's go to bed."

She stood up, and took my hands to help me up. There was something very intimate about that, and I just stood in front of her, holding her hand, staring into her eyes. Jesus, was I falling for her, or was that the drink? I lifted the hand that I was holding, and kissed the back of it, still looking her in the eye.

She met my gaze for a few moments, a pleased but curious look on her face, then turned and led me towards the stairs. There was no sign of Samantha - presumably she'd sneaked quietly back up to the spare room.

We got ready for bed, with me kissing her, rubbing up and down her, reaching up to pinch a nipple, and all sorts of other things to get her aroused, but she was having none of it, slapping my hands away and calling me her little octopus with hands all over the place. I was thinking all the time about Samantha - how much had she seen or heard? Had she stayed to watch it? Had she enjoyed it? Had she even got turned on, and maybe started touching herself whilst watching me come all over Angela?

When that thought crossed my mind, my cock throbbed and started swelling again. Samantha saw it, and shook her head in amazement. "Andrew, whatever it is you're thinking about right now, save it... we'll do it another night. Right now, I just want to sleep, and I'm looking forward to doing it in your arms. Just remember to keep your hands to yourself!" And with that, she got into bed, naked, and pulled the covers up.

I thought about it - "save it for another night" - oh god, should I make a point of trying to have sex specifically so Samantha could watch us from somewhere. Oh, fuck, my cock was getting quite hard now. Angela pulled me into bed as well, and then turned to face away from me, but sliding back to curl into me, my throbbing cock rubbing against the cheeks of her ass. She took my hand, and held it, pulling it down to her stomach, wrapping my arm around her, and she snuggled into me.

With my cock on her ass, and my hand near her nether regions, it was inevitable that I tried to slide it down even further down to play with her lips. She pulled it back up to her stomach and whispered back at me "Andrew, go to sleep. When we wake up in the morning, you can bring me off with your hand, and we'll see where your little man finds a place to rest his head, shall we? Otherwise, I'm going to get pissed off with your wandering hands and I'll go sleep in the spare room."

Oh shit. Even in my drunk state, I knew that all sorts of ructions would ensue from her finding Samantha already ensconced in the spare room, so I settled down for sleep, making sure my cock was in the best position to feel encased by the cheeks of her ass. Angela sighed heavily, pulling my hand tighter to get a better cuddle from me, and whispered sleepily, "This is nice Andy....real nice."

I lay awake for a while, my mind still churning a bit over Samantha. What would happen next? Would she sneak out of the house tonight whilst we were asleep and never speak to me again? Would she stay till the morning and confront us? Would she tell her Dad? Would see want to baby-sit Daniel again? Would she try to watch us again? Was she in bed now, playing with herself, moaning quietly to avoid us hearing her, her hands playing with her nipples and fingers pushed up inside her hot, tight cunt, her hips writhing on the bed as she replayed the scene in her head, of me coming over Angela? Maybe she was putting herself in Angela's place, imagining me coming over her instead, then throwing her over the sofa and fucking her roughly from behind, with her screaming as I took her virginity -

"Baby, whatever you're thinking about, stop it. Your cock is making my ass all hot. Go to sleep or I go next door."

Shit shit shit. I started thinking about work, taking my mind off Samantha and what she was doing, how she might have been wanking on my spare bed. Then I something dawned on me - Angela didn't know Samantha was here at all, and it could get really awkward in the morning. I needed to let her know before then.

Should I tell her now? Should I wait till we wake up? What if I forgot in the morning? What if we start having sex and get too loud?

Better tell her now, I thought.

"Angela honey, before you go to sleep, there's something you ought to know."

"Yes, Andy, I know. You've got a hard-on. I can feel it you know. Well done. Now go to sleep."

"No, no, it's not that. I'd forgotten to tell you that Samantha is staying here all night tonight. Her dad - "

She turned around, and hissed at me "She WHAT? SHIT! What if she'd come down and seen us? Why didn't you tell me earlier, you stupid bastard?" 

"I forgot. You turned up without letting me know earlier that you were coming and I kind of got a little distracted downstairs there for a while."

"Shit, shit, shit... Jesus... Well, at least she didn't come down stairs. Thank fuck for small mercies... Right, that puts a stopper on sex tomorrow morning - you'll have to wait till she leaves... oh I wish you'd told me earlier..." She sighed heavily. "Still, there's no harm done. Just tell me next time she's staying, for fuck's sake... And why is she staying, anyway? She doesn't normally, does she?"

"It's her dad; he's got a hot date tonight, his first since his wife died. I suggested to Samantha that as you weren't coming over, she could stay here and give her dad some space."

"That's sweet, but it could have been embarrassing. Now, go to sleep." She settled down again, spooning back into my arms. I started to calm down as well, curling in tight to her, and enjoying the thought of sleeping with her in my arms all night. It had been a while since I'd done this, and it was great to feel a soft female body up against me.

I started to drift off, but Angela turned her head off the pillow and towards me.

"You dirty bastard," she whispered.

"What? I've not done anything. My prick's finally going to sleep."

"You were thinking of her, weren't you? That's why your hard on was trying to get in my arse again. You were imagining what had happened if she'd come down and seen you come all over me. You dirty old man." She was laughing under her breath though, so that was OK.

"No, I wasn't. Why would I do that? Don't you think if I was interested in her in that way, I'd have made my move a long time ago, before you appeared on the scene to spoil things?"

She turned to face me. "Yes you were, oh lecherous one, don't lie. I can tell the sort of thing that was going through your head... you were imagining her coming downstairs and walking into the room, all innocent-like, dressed in just a t-shirt, or totally naked, her pert breasts bulging, and seeing us at it. Then she'd come over, unable to resist, and see you about to come all over me. She'd kneel down beside me, and you'd have two horny women kneeling down before your huge cock, waiting for you to cover them in your come."

She slid a hand down to grab a hold of my now throbbing erection.

"Well, what have we got here? You've got a hard on again. Well there's a surprise. I SAID you were thinking of her." She started wanking me slowly. "Look at yourself, unable to contain the fact that you've got an innocent little 18 year old, probably still a virgin, laying in the spare room, and me, a wanton older woman, wanking you off while you think about the little girl. I bet you'd love to have come over both of us earlier, and then sat back to watch us clean it all off each other, kissing each other, licking your come off each other's faces, our hands wandering down to caress each other's tits, our breath panting, as you carried on wanking yourself back to another erection."

Fuck, her words and her hand wanking me, combined with the fantasies of Samantha wanking herself in my spare room thinking of me coming over Angela, and the sight of Angela wanking and fingering her ass earlier, were getting me turned on again. Angela moved in closer, pushing her tits against me, putting one of her legs over mine, and shuffling forward to press her groin against me. She removed her hand and pressed closer, starting to grind her hips, her cunt rubbing up and down my hard cock.

"Then we'd start to push our hands into each others fannies, stroking, rubbing, our hot cunts leaking juices, all for you to gaze at. Then we'd turn back to you, and I'd get her to straddle you. I'd grab your prick, and guide it into her cunt. She'd press down on you, and you'd realise that you'd never felt a cunt as tight as the one on that nubile young girl. Then she'd stop, your cock pressing against her hymen. You'd reach up, grab her hips, and pull her down, taking her virginity and pushing that big prick of yours into her tight little snatch. She'd grunt and groan and scream as you fucked her, unable to believe how good it feels to have your massive cock inside her. I'd get so turned on watching it, that I'd start wanking myself, legs spread so that you could see me push my fingers inside myself. I'd run another hand down behind me, sliding a finger underneath to spread all my juices around my ass, and then push a finger in, moaning at how good it feels."

Good god this was making me so horny. I could already feel that I was on the way to another orgasm despite the beers and my earlier come, as she rubbed up and down on me. But I could also feel that she was getting turned on again - her labia had parted, and my cock was sliding up and down her full lips. I could hear the wet slap of our skin rubbing together in her juices as we ground together, and I noticed how her breath was coming faster, how breathy she was sounding. The smell of her arousal was in my nostrils, and I reached a hand around her to grab her ass and pull her closer still. I guessed that she was still feeling horny, after not coming whilst she was wanking during the blowjob downstairs.

"Then while your fucking that hot, tight little virgin cunt, you'd do what you're doing now, grabbing her ass in both hands, pulling it apart, letting me see her arsehole and how your massive prick was ploughing into her cunt. I'd be able to see her tight lips clinging to you as she rose up, and I'd be unable to stop myself - I'd come closer, putting my head close to her arse and your cock. I'd wait until she'd risen up again, then I'd grab your cock ... and pull it out of her, plunging it into my mouth, taking you in real deep ... licking her sweet juices off your cock."

Oh fuck, this was so damned hot. I ran my hand further round her back, down to the cheeks of her ass, sliding up and down, spreading the moisture that was already there, sliding past her actual asshole each time.

"... oh that feels good ... I'd run another hand up to her cunt ... oh, that's it baby.... and you'd look down to see your cock ... in my mouth, and my hand in her cunt ... wanking her off. She'd be grinding herself back against me, and thrusting those firm tits in your face. Then I'd take your cock out of my mouth, and guide you back into her waiting cunt...oh baby, put your finger in, please, finger my ass.... You'd push up, putting your whole length inside her in one go ... she'd scream at you to fuck her. Then you'd feel movement from me, and realise that I'd put my head close to her arse as she fucked you.... you'd slow down, feeling her cunt muscles tightening as my tongue slipped between the cheeks of her ass.... oh that's it baby, your finger feels so good... I can't believe how much that turns me on.... my tongue in her ass, licking her tiny asshole... She'd come then... screaming out your name as her hot cunt grabbed your prick to hold it tight... so young, so sweet.... deeper baby, push it deeper, I'm going to come! ... you'd come then as well... unable to resist that hot sweet cunt... that's it baby... again... again... oh fuck me I'm coming so hard...."

She came all then, my cock still rubbing over the lips of her cunt, her juices dripping down and covering the length of my hard prick, her asshole clenching around my finger real tight, and that did it for me. I came too, my spunk bursting out the end of my prick, spurting over our stomachs, the thought of Angela rimming Samantha as I took her virginity, driving me to distraction.

We rubbed up against each other for a while longer, our excitement gradually dying down, our breath returning to normal, the last spasms dying away.

Eventually, she spoke.

"Fuck me that was hot baby. But don't EVER get the idea that it's actually going to happen. There's no way that she'd want her virginity taken by a lecherous old bastard like you!"

And with that, she turned over and we fell asleep, our come drying naturally in the hot bed.

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I awoke the next morning, slowly, noticing something unusual apart from the touch of a hangover and a typical morning woody. Ah, that was it... the feel of a hot wet pair of lips around my glory. What a way to wake up.

As I stirred, I could feel my dry come sticking to my skin, and I remembered how she'd described to me the fantasy of me taking Samantha's virginity. She pulled her mouth off my cock, and said "Morning sleepyhead, I thought as it was gone nine o'clock, we'd better get busy, as I've got things to be getting on with other than you, and I thought morning sex would start the day off well."

Gone nine already? It's not often I get to wake up without Daniel jumping on the bed long before nine.

I looked at the clock: half past nine. "That's strange, he's normally up long before now," I said, pushing Angela away from me. I got up, pulled on some boxers and my dressing gown to cover up my arousal from both Daniel and Samantha and left the bedroom, heading for Daniel's room. He wasn't there, so I assumed Samantha had gotten him up. Then I headed downstairs: still no sign. But then I saw some breakfast dishes and a note on the kitchen worktop.

"Andy, I woke up early, and as it looked like a sunny day, I thought I'd head out with Daniel and give you two a chance for a lie in and to recover from last night. Your hangover, I mean. We'll be back for lunch. Hope that's OK - phone me on the mobile if not and I'll rush back. Sam x"




Anal At Last Ch. 06



I headed back upstairs, thinking about the fucking I was about to give Angela. And what did Sam mean, by emphasising the hangover. Was I right in thinking that she'd watched us? By the time I got half-way up the stairs, I had a reasonable erection, and I stopped at that point. I slipped my dressing gown and boxers off, and reached down for my cock. I started wanking, thinking about curling up with Angela and sliding my hard-on in to her welcoming quim, her legs curling up to cross behind my back, pulling me deeper and deeper inside her. 

When I was as hard as I was going to get, I carried on up the stairs into the bedroom, strolling in nonchalantly with my bobbing cock preceding me. She was looking at me with a haughty look on her face - not what I'd expected. I kind of paused, and then carried on to the bed and slipped under the covers, cuddling up to her and nestling my boner between the cheeks of her ass.

"Get that thing away from me," she said angrily, reaching behind her to push me away with her hand on my stomach.

"Eh? What have I done? I thought you might be in the mood for a bit of Andy this morning."

"Oh, I was, which is why I woke you up with your cock in my mouth. Again! Then as you headed down stairs, I was thinking about getting heading for a shower, and letting you take me doggy style whilst we cleaned your old come of us. But then something dawned on me..."

I waited for her to continue. She didn't.

"Well, what was it?" I asked, reaching by hand out to run the back of a finger down her body, starting at her shoulder and working down her arm, onto her ribs, over her hips, and then round one of her delectable little bum cheeks. 

She reached down, grabbed my finger, and twisted it back (quite viciously, I thought), and again pushed me away.

"Do you remember ANYTHING about last night?" she asked. She was whispering, presumably so that she wouldn't wake the others, as I hadn't had a chance to tell her they were out yet. And yet despite the whisper, she still sounded quite angry. Shit, did she realise Samantha had seen us?

"I remember you daring me to get a hard on, and I rose to the challenge, so you gave me a blowjob, and wanked yourself off at the same time, and you begged me to come all over you. And then you wanked yourself to an orgasm in front of me. And then we came back up here and got into a bit of frottage."

"I think 'begged' is putting it a bit strongly, but you're skipping a bit. First, you couldn't get a hard on, so you asked me to strip, stand in front of you, and let you kiss my bum. Correct?"

Where was she going with this? "Yes," I answered, hesitatingly, "but as I said, it wasn't really cheating as -"

"And then we came up here, and as you said, we rubbed off on each other whilst you fantasised about Samantha seeing us together."

"Hold on a minute, I didn't start it - it was you doing all the talking whilst you -"

"And then what happened Andy? Shall I tell you? You got a hard-on. That's what happened!"

Eh? This made no sense at all. Why was she pissed off about that? "Well... yes... you were wanking me off, would did you expect?"

She turned to face me, looking angry. "That's not what's important Andy. What's important is how QUICKLY you got a hard-on then, compared to how long it took with just me downstairs. When it was just me, you needed something extra, my bum in your face, and even then it took a while. But one little whisper in your ear about the innocent little Samantha, and I get bruised when your cock springs up and bashes me in the stomach."

Woah, shit. "Baby, I -"

"Don't you baby me, Andy. Admit it, you find that little girl sexier than me, don't you? Look at you, you leapt up as soon as you had a morning erection, hoping you'd bump into her and she'd see you in all your glory. I bet you can't wait till I get out of here this morning, so you can walk round with your hard on busting the zip on your jeans, hoping that she'll come in and see it, and faint away on the floor at the thought of you and her having sex." She was angry now, poking me in the chest with her finger to emphasise her points.

Then she pushed me onto my back, and swung herself on top of me, grabbing my hands and holding them down at my side.

Then she smiled.

"You dirty bastard. You've got a LOT of making up to do. Starting now. Just keep it quiet so that we don't wake up the others." And she leant down to kiss me, her tongue licking my lips, her groin starting to grind against me, her tits pressing against my chest, and her nipples standing proud.

"You bitch," I whispered between kisses, "you really had me going there."

"You deserved it. I am almost insulted you know - you definitely got a hard-on quicker thinking of her and me together, than just me."

"Tell me what I can do to make it up... Samantha... " I said her name as though it was nectar passing my lips " ... sweet, innocent, Samantha, has taken Daniel out, so we've got till lunchtime. Make the most of it - I'm yours till then - just remember to allow some time to shower before they come back, otherwise we'll stink of sex."

"Till lunchtime, eh? That should be enough for you to start making it up to me."

"Start? Come on, it's not that bad. At least my quickest erection last night did involve you to some extent, and I don't remember you complaining when you came, either."

"Oh, Andy, if all you're going to do is flap, I'll give you something else to do with your mouth." And with that, she sat upright, and slid her body up the bed, still straddling me, until her fanny was just above my head. I could smell her arousal, and see it as well. She kept her bush trimmed, just a bit of hair above her lips, but the rest was bare. I could see her lips already wet and swollen a bit. She settled down onto my face, saying "Get to work boy, you've got a lot to do this morning, so you'd better get going."

I licked up her lips, trying to separate them with my tongue, and she moaned and pressed down hard onto me. My tongue flicked around the top of her fanny, seeking access to her clit. She reached down, and grabbed my hands, lifting them up to her tits, pressing them in. Her nipples were like bullets against my palms, and I massaged her breasts quite roughly, manhandling them as I finally managed to part her lips enough to get to her nub. She grunted, "Oh yeah, baby, lick there," as I started the alphabet - you know, scribing out each of the letters of the alphabet on her clit. It's an old one, but a good one, and it's never let me down. As I licked each letter onto her, she started grinding her cunt into my face, and I could feel her cream start to cover my face, tangy but tasty. I let go of her tits, letting my hands drop to her hips and bum, pulling her further onto my face.

She was really getting into it, moaning above me, telling me to lick her, suck her, push my tongue inside her. Her breath was coming faster as she got more turned on, and I ran one hand down between the cheeks of her ass as I thrust my tongue as deep as it would go inside of her.

But she pulled my hand away from her ass - damn, not the response I wanted - and then pushed them back onto the bed above my head, holding them down as she lifted off me and slid down a bit.

"Baby, do you have a thing about my arse?"

I licked my lips. "If you could see it from my point of view, you'd have a thing about it too."

"I'll take that as a 'yes'. Does it turn you on to look at it, to touch it, to kiss it, to lick it?"

"God yes, you know that," I answered, 

"Do you like to wank whilst thinking about my ass?"

"I may have done, once or twice, when I'd worn out all my usual fantasies and was desperate for anything to get me off."

"Good. But you're a lying bastard. I reckon you've wanked yourself raw whilst thinking about my cute little tush. So do it now, I want to watch you wank."

She turned herself round so that she was straddling me again, but in the other direction, her hips astride my lower ribs, her feet under my armpits, and her lovely ass facing towards me. She took my hand, and led it over her hip and onto my cock. I took hold of myself, and she started moving my hand, making me wank myself. She did this for a few seconds, and then let go, letting me carry on wanking.

"Look at my arse baby; does it look good from there? Does it look as good as what I see, you wanking your big hard prick?"

I grunted my approval. Then I felt movement around my stomach - her fingertips brushing against my abdomen. She was fingering herself, watching me wank. 

"I love watching you play with yourself honey, knowing that your thinking about me, thinking about this lovely little arse that you can see right now. And that turns me on. I loved it when you first started rubbing me there. I've never wanted to do it before, but when you did it... oh, it felt so good. When other guys tried that, I've told them to get the fuck out and don't come back, but something about you made me wait to see what you did. It felt like you were doing it for me, not for you. And I wanted more..."

I was enjoying this. I could feel a wet patch where her juices were dripping down onto my stomach, so I guess she was enjoying it as well.

"Then we went upstairs, and half way up you started rubbing that big hard cock of yours between my cheeks, and I could feel it rub against my hole. I almost came there and then, but I'm glad I managed to hold off. When you put your finger in my ass.... god... that felt amazing..."

She leant forward a bit, which forced her hips back and spread her buns apart. And there it was, her tight little asshole, peeking between her cheeks. 

"Can you see it baby? Does it turn you on to see my asshole, knowing that you were the first to take it? Oh, I see that it does..." She reached a hand down to my cock, running a finger round the top, picking up a drop of pre-cum which must have just leaked out, and running it round my helmet. That's such an exquisite feeling, ticklish but so erotic.

"That was good baby. I've never come as hard then as I did with your cock up my ass. I've never felt so full." She leaned forward a little further, taking her weight on one hand, and her asshole was more exposed, seeming to wink at me as she moved around. The hand that had been fingering herself came around to her back, and rubbed up and down the cleft of her bum for a few moments. When it came away, I could it glistening (she kept her ass hairless as well as her fanny, so I had a great view). She moaned and ground her cunt down onto my stomach. 

"Oh, baby, that felt so good, but I want more." She lifted herself up slightly, and pushed back, bringing her asshole closer and closer to me. She lifted her feet up, and then put her shins on top of my upper arms, effectively trapping my arms and hands beneath her. When she was above my face again, she stopped, holding it there, just out of reach. I lifted my head, trying to get my tongue into her, but she pulled away. 

"Baby, oh baby, I want you to lick me there. Will you do it? Will you put your tongue inside my hot little asshole? Will you rim me, and make me beg you for more? Will you wank yourself stupid while I push my hole onto your stiff tongue?"

"Just sit down and give me the chance."

She stayed where she was, straddling me with her ass spread just out of reach. She put one hand behind her again, and slid it slowly and erotically between her cheeks. She stretched her middle finger out, running it right down to her asshole itself, and then started rubbing around her sphincter. I could hear the wetness of her juices being rubbed around, and my cock throbbed mightily.

"You like that do you baby? You like seeing me finger my ass? Do you like knowing how turned on I am, and how you've made me this way. You did it baby, only you. You were the one that made me like this. I can't get enough baby. I want you to use my ass. Lick me, kiss me, push your finger inside it. Can you see baby? Can you see me run my own finger round my asshole?"

Oh, could I! This woman was really turning me on.

"Watch baby, watch". Her hand stopped moving, and then she pushed. Her finger started entering her rectum. This close up, I could see all the detail - her muscles stretching, forced apart by the intrusive finger, being pushed in as her finger went further, and then being pulled out as she pulled her finger out.

"Oh baby, did you see? Did you see me push my finger inside my ass? That's what you've done to me baby. Oh, that feels so good; I wish it was you doing it, your big fingers stretching my tiny little ass, making it hurt a bit."

She pulled her finger out, and ran it right underneath her, collecting more juices from her cunt, then spreading them back to her asshole, rubbing and sliding, repeating the movement a few times to make sure she had loads of juices between her cheeks. I was still wanking, enrapt at this horny woman exposing herself in this way before me.

"I wish that was your finger baby, it would feel so big going inside me. But I want you to just lay there, not touching me, just wanking yourself as I finger my own ass... oh, look baby, my finger's going back in again ... God that feels so fucking good ... oh, yeah ... Look what you've made me into, a slut who fingers her own asshole in front of you because it turns her on so much... wait baby, I've just thought of something." With that, she pulled her finger out ... and pushed two in.

"Oh, fuck me, that's tight. Are you watching me finger myself baby? Does that turn you on? ... It's all down to you baby, you made me this way... You made me love something that's so dirty, something that no-one has ever done with you before ... or with me.... oh, yes ... Your cock looks so good baby... I can see how much this is turning you on... it looks so fierce... you're leaking at the sight of me playing with my ass... do you know how horny that makes me? ... I've made you leak without even touching you ... oh Jesus ..."

She reached out again, and collected my pre-cum with her finger again. As she did so, I had to fight back my orgasm, as I was getting really close. I slowed down my wanking, easing the pressure I was using, just skimming my hand over the surface of my straining column.

She took that hand away (phew!) and then ran it down to her ass, using my pre-cum to add more lubrication. She groaned as she did so...

"Did you see that baby? You've turned me into such an anal whore I'm using your cum to lube me up as I finger my own ass... oh fuck me baby ... what have you done to me? ... What have you turned me into? ... Oh fuck that's so good... I need more baby... My finger's not enough".

And with that, she did what I wanted; she lowered her ass down onto my mouth. I immediately whipped my tongue out, tasting the combination of her juices and my cum on her ass.

"Oh fuck Andy... stick your tongue in me... lick me... oh, yeah, that's it... lick my ass baby... wank yourself.... lick my ass... you're so dirty baby, wanting to stick your tongue in me, where no-one has done it before... wanking your big hard prick at the thought of what you're doing.... oh yeah, baby, that's it, push your tongue inside... that's it... oh shit, it feels like a little prick.... a little prick inside my asshole."

She dropped suddenly, dropping her head down to my cock, swallowing me inside. Ah, fuck, her mouth felt so hot on my cock. I felt her tongue wrap itself around my head, licking under my foreskin, her cheeks sucking in tight around me. Her hands grabbed my staff, wanking the bottom as she mouthed the sensitive top, and she groaned and grunted as she blew me, and I attacked her ass with a vengeance.

She was grinding her ass down onto my mouth, working my tongue deeper into her asshole as I curled it up tight. I was getting as far inside as I could now, her sphincter muscles having relaxed somewhat to let me in. The thought of that happening, and the hope that I might get to fuck her there again this morning was enough to set me off, and I came in her mouth, my cock pulsing as I spurted my come down her throat.

That set her off as well, and I felt her asshole spasm as her orgasm hit her, and she grunted and groaned around my cock, pressing her ass back and her cunt down onto me, her hands squeezing my cock tight as she swallowed my come down and shook from her own coming.

I spurted a few more times, and she pulled back, licking and sucking the last of my come out of my cock. I dropped my head back, neck again from pressing up into her bum, and I could see her asshole clenching and relaxing above me as the aftershock of her orgasm continue. She wanked me a few more times, forcing a few more drops of come out of me, then she licked them up.

She maneuvered round, so she was straddling me again, but facing the normal way, her hot cunt rubbing against my softening prick, her nipples burning into my chest, her mouth kissing the way up my chest, tongue swirling round my nipples, up over my shoulder blade, the side of my neck, my ear, my cheek, and then she kissed me, her tongue forcing it's way into my mouth. She still had some of my come in her mouth, and she let it fall into me. I lapped it up, fantastically turned on at this horny woman who would let me fuck her ass, watch me wank, let me come over her face and tits, let me rim her, who would swallow my come when I came in her mouth, and be so happy doing it that she shared those details with her closest friend. I kissed her back, reaching up to her back and pulling her in close, holding her tight, relishing the closeness I was now feeling for her, loving the fact that she wanted to spend time with me. She'd gotten to me. I wasn't in love ... not yet, it was too soon ... but she meant more to me than I expected, quicker than I expected, and I knew it was only a matter of time.

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We kissed for a bit longer, her straddling me still, as we got our breath back, and I could feel my cock rising again as I realised how much I was starting to enjoy having her around. She ground her groin down against me, but I felt too good to respond, just enjoying the cuddle, my eyes closed, reveling in the sheer joy of having a naked woman pressed on top of me.

"You know Andy, for a middle-aged man, you recover awfully quickly."

I twisted around, turning us both around so that I was on top of her. I grabbed her hands, forcing them down onto the bed, holding them there. She smiled, and flashed her eyebrows at me, enjoying the roughness.

"Middle-aged? Middle-aged? You're older than me, if I remember correctly?"

"Yes, but women retain their youth. You're, well, past your prime, and I'm at my peak. I don't need a paunchy old man who falls asleep as soon as he's come. I need a young stud, always hard, always ready for more, a walking erection ready to service my blooming sexual needs." She writhed and wriggled trying to get away from underneath me.

I held her down tighter, ducking my mouth to her ear. "Is that what you want? A young stud, eager to learn," I whispered, "a little boy with a big cock, so that you can teach him all the things he wants to know, all he's ever dreamed about, and some things that he has never heard of before. So you can lay beneath him as his hard youthful body pumps on top of you, his cock plowing your insides in his youthful enthusiasm." She stopped trying to get away, and lay still, her breath coming faster again. I could feel her nipples harden beneath me, and she was tensing her legs, rubbing her inner thighs together underneath me.

"You'd love that, wouldn't you? Some young boy who gets a hard-on when you even give him a kiss. Each time you had sex, he'd be so overjoyed that he'd do anything for you... fuck you again... go down on you ... rim your ass ... let you get on top and straddle him... let you stick your finger up his ass and make him come down your throat... let you fuck his friends in front of him just so he can get his cock into your ass again".... I felt her buck at that one, her cunt finally finding some leverage against my stiffening cock.




Anal At Last Ch. 07



[The story so far: I've recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son by myself. After a long abstinence, I've met a woman (Angela) and we've been indulging in anal sex, new to both of us. Then one night, the babysitter (Samantha) that normally looks after my son had stayed the night to give her father, a widow, the house to himself on his first date since his wife died. I'd gone out for a drink, and come back home forgetting that Samantha was staying. Angela turned up, and we'd ended up with me coming all over her face in a good old "money shot" - and I saw movement in the dark hallway that must have been Samantha watching from the shadows. Angela and I went to bed, and wanked each other off while Angela talked to me about how Samantha might have joined us and begged me to take her virginity, ending the Angela rimming Samantha as she straddled me. We'd both had intense orgasms as a result fantasy, and then slept and had more anal sex in the morning.... ] 

We were both in need of a shower, so we took one together. Obviously, we both got aroused, spending some time washing, stroking, and playing with each other. We both were getting turned on, but we didn't take it any further.

We then got dressed and headed downstairs for a much-needed breakfast. Mid-way through, Samantha arrived with Daniel from their morning out.

Shit, here goes, I thought, expecting something to be said about last night. But Samantha was discretion itself. We all chatted about the weather, the games that Samantha and Daniel had played in the park, our respective plans for the weekend, and so on. I did catch Samantha looking at me, at my groin, and Angela's breasts and neck a few times, as though she was re-imagining the night before when she'd seen me wank and come over Angela. But she looked away quickly each time, so I wasn't quite sure if that was actually what was going on. I couldn't even tell it she was disgusted, curious, or simply amazed that people of our age had such active sex lives.

I still couldn't work her out - she seemed very quiet, and somewhat demure. But she was a bit worldly-wise, as she demonstrated that she was quite sure a few nights ago when Angela and I had come back "for an early night" after our meal, and Samantha was quite sure that I wasn't being truthful. And yet, someone at 18, who I was reasonably sure had a nice body even though she kept it covered up, couldn't still be inexperienced, could she? She wasn't THAT bad looking, and was certainly confident enough for it once you broke through her initial quietness.

Anyway, Angela left to go do her weekend shopping, leaving Samantha and I downstairs while Daniel went out into the garden to play catch with the boy next door over our fence.

I waited to see what she would say. She didn't seem to be about to say anything, as she was avoiding my eyes, so I broke the ice.

"Have you heard from your Dad? How did his date go?"

Her eyes met mine at last. "Oh, yes! Apparently it went very well. They're even going out again later in the week, so it must have been good."

"That's good," I said, "I like your Dad. He deserves to have someone special in his life."

"Yeah ... I guess so."

"What's the matter? Are you not so keen on the idea?"

"Well... it's been just Dad and I for so long, with David living away from home." I'd forgotten about David, her elder brother, as she rarely mentioned him. "It's odd to think that there might be another woman around..."

I reached out to put my hand comfortably on her shoulder, speaking more softly. "Samantha, this probably sounds really harsh of me, but it's been a while since your Mum died. Don't you think it's time to let your Dad have someone else who loves him?"

"But I love him? Isn't that enough? Why ruin the routine we've got going. Nobody can replace Mum, nobody!" Tears were welling up in the corner of her eyes. Obviously, she'd not had a chance to talk about this to her Dad, her brother, or her friend, and it was all coming out now.

"Samantha, I'm sure your Dad is delighted that you and he are so close - any father would be glad to have you as a daughter - but he's obviously reached a point where he needs more than just a daughter in his life. He needs a woman who loves him for who he is, not just because he's her Dad. And he's not trying to replace your Mum. Lord knows, I've seen the look in his eyes when he speaks about her, and there's no way he's trying to forget or replace her. He's just ready for someone to love. Someone who can love him back."

She started to cry, so I pulled her in close for a hug, and she hugged me back strongly. The part of me that had recently been having a lot of fantastic sex (including the fantasy about Samantha that Angela had used to bring us both off the night before) started showing interest, feeling the warmth of her breath blowing through the gaps between my shirt buttons, and her surprisingly large breasts press against me (Why does she wear such baggy clothes instead of showing these pups off? I thought).

"Sssshhhh," I said, smoothing her hair, rocking her slightly side to side. "I'm sure this date is a lovely woman, but your Dad's still going to be pleased to see you back at home today, after being away all night."

She sobbed something vaguely affirmative, and reached up to dry her eyes. As she did so, her hand brushed against my groin. I don't think she noticed, but my prick did, and I could feel it start to respond even faster. Shit!. I tried to push Samantha away slightly, breaking the contact we had as a result of the hug, but she just hugged me back and said into my chest, "Just hold me a bit longer Andy." Oh fuck what am I going to do? I panicked, my cock swelling further despite me telling it to get down, as the little voice at the back of my head said "Maybe she wants the hug to continue so that she can feel me get hard against her."

Luckily, just then, Daniel came back in, saw us hugging, and asked what was wrong. Samantha pulled away quickly ... Did she press her body up against my prick as she pulled away there?...wiping her eyes, and crouched down to be at Daniel's height. "It's OK Danny, I'm just being silly. I hurt myself there and your dad was making it all better." Daniel reached for her hand, then mine, and lead us into the garden saying "OK. Come look what we've found, Dad!" all excited.

There at the bottom of the garden, was a bird's nest that had fallen out of the tree, an egg somehow miraculously still inside it and unscathed. I got a ladder and some rubber gloves, and gingerly climbed up it to place the nest back roughly where I thought it had been, using the gloves to avoid my scent getting on it. Samantha was holding the ladder whilst Daniel watched excitedly from the bottom, and his next-door friend called out for me to be careful. I came back down the ladder, which Samantha was holding steady. But I slipped a bit on some mud that that I'd left on the ladder on the way up, and as she reached quickly for me, her hand landed prime on my ass. I climbed down the last few steps, and she pulled her hand away at an appropriate point. But as I turned to put the ladder back, I could see her look down at her hand and pull it up to cup her cheek. My cock throbbed again...

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Samantha left shortly after that, with more assurances from me that everything would be back to normal between her and her Dad, and Daniel and I went swimming. I always love swimming, partly because Daniel loves it so much, and partly because for a man of my age, I'm in pretty good shape. Hell, I'm in a lot better shape that a lot of twenty year olds. I regularly catch women checking out my butt or my chest, and a few times, one of the local vamps has run her hand down my flat stomach whilst chatting to me, or rested her hand on my arse if I'm bending over to pick up Daniel, or made sure I got any eyeful of her surgery-enhanced cleavage as she leaned over in front of me, or leaned away from me to show her admittedly delightful ass and the camels' hoof of her mound. But that much wanton sexuality turns me off - as I mentioned earlier, I like the more subtle approach, where women leave enough on show to catch a man's attention, but no more. A little mystery is a wonderful thing, even if that mystery is wrapped up on something so sheer that it reveals everything underneath - it's still a delight to find that the real thing is actually as pleasant as it looks when covered up

Plus of course, swimming is a chance to eye up some of the local talent whilst Daniel's larking about, and a chance for me to work on my shoulders, chest, and legs through swimming lengths.

We spent the rest of the day in some prime father and son time, and then Daniel went to bed, and I settled down in front of the computer to do some work. I had a conference coming up soon, at which I was speaking, so things were kind of busy right now.

After a couple of hours of intense work, I remembered something... Angela's email details. I took the piece of paper out of my wallet, and looked at it, pondering whether to read her mail or not. It's quite an invasion of privacy, after all.

But I figured she deserved it after setting up her webcam to record me wanking, and after so much teasing about Samantha, so I set up my mail software to log into her account, remembering to check the box saying "leave mail on the server", so that the software would leave a copy in her account for her own software to read. 

I was honest, ignoring what was obviously personal, and double-clicked the mail saying "Re: Another session with Andy" (thankfully, she'd not deleted it herself). Then I sat back and read it.

The first part was the last response from her friend (signed only J, I saw - Julie, Julia, June? I didn't recognise any of the names from when she'd spoken about her friends)...

Hey Ang, Oh my god, he sounds like a right dirty bastard. Good for you girl - you deserve it after being with that loser (BASTARD!!!) for so long. How long's it been - 18 months? Maybe a bit longer? I can't believe you went without sex for so long, you ice maiden. Andy must be special to thaw that cold spell, LOL.

But christ - anal??? I thought you said you'd never do that in your life. "Exit only" was the phrase you used, as I remember. I know you liked the finger and tongue over the last few weeks, but that's not the same now, is it? And you know I've been doing it for years now - you should have listened closer when I told you all about it.

And coming like that? PHEW. You're turning into a right little porn starlet. You'll have to get a new name: Anal Angel or something.

And for chrissake, how long did that take to write? Why are you writing 40 page emails or whatever, instead of fucking the hunk's brains out? Get a life!

Oh... and has he got a friend for me!!! My love life sucks at the moment. James, the muscle from the gym, finally got what he wanted - ME! Well, he must be on steroids. Big muscles, tiny weener. Jesus, I could hardly feel it in me, and no, that's not a comment about me and the size of my hole!

He was great up till the final act - it's great to have a big hard muscled hunk to pick you up like a feather and carry you up to bed. I felt like I weighed an ounce, and you know that ain't true, sister! That sort of manhandling always brings out the inner woman in me, and I always feel like some weak femme fatale from a 1920's film, ready for the man to tell her what to do as if she's got no will of her own and must submit to his manly demands..

But... what a let down. He lasted about a minute, if that, before pulling out and spurting (or I should say, dribbling) on my thigh. I wasn't even close to getting started, so I told him to get out and don't come back. He looked angry, and I shat myself when I thought about the steroid rage people talk about, but then he just threw on his jeans and left, slamming all the doors like a little boy. Prick - what did he expect?

What I wouldn't do for someone like Andy - someone who actually knows how to use his cock as well as his head.... You said I should meet him - can I rent him off you for a night instead? Just one. Go on, you know it'll be the decent thing to do for a poor frustrated old prune like me. I'll buy you lunch somewhere expensive afterwards to fill you in on how he filled me in, LOL.

Ah well. I'm getting frustrated just thinking about Jamie and His Magic Weenie, so I'm off for a wank.

Later, J. xxx

Well, it seemed Angela liked me enough to tell her friend all about me. But what had she said? I continued down the mail trail, reading Angela's next.

Jules babe, how's it hanging?

Fuck, you'll never guess what's happened now. I can hardly believe it myself. It's about Andy again... yes, I can hear you groan already, just shut up and listen will you, I'm talking.

I went round to see him the other night, he was cooking me a meal. You know how much I love a man who can cook! 

I'd put my "fuck me" dress on - that tight little Chinese number. You know I look damn hot in that, and it always makes me feel deliciously wanton as I can't wear any underwear with it. Plus, I'd been feeling horny all day thinking about the last time we'd had sex, and looking forward to a good hard shag that night. I confess: I'd had a bit of a wank a few times through the day at the thought of it. I'd not made myself come, figuring that I'd tease myself to make it better when Andy did actually fuck me.

Once was at work, believe it or not. I'd locked the office door, telling the girls I was on a call with a client and didn't want disturbing. I'd just pulled up my skirt, slid my knickers off and stuffed them in my drawer, and started to play with myself, remembering what it was like when Andy had fucked me from behind with his thumb in my arse. (Good job I keep myself clean, eh?) I even slid a hand down to play with my arse while I did it, imagining that it was Andy's hand stroking me while I wanked myself.

That's what I'd intended for the night with Andy. I'd planned it all out... we'd have dinner. A little flirting. A bit of banter. Both of us knowing what was coming up for dessert so to speak. I'd take every chance to show off my tight little hiney in that dress - bending over to adjust the stereo, dancing a bit in front of it facing away from him, bending over to adjust my shoe straps, you know the sort of thing. Hell, you taught me most of those moves!!!

Then I'd nip out to go to the loo, and slip the dress off while I was there. I was going to wank a bit, just enough to get my juices flowing, and then come back in, naked apart from my high heels, and I'd walk up to him, stand between him and the dining room table, and slide back onto it. Then I'd lift my leg, resting one foot on his chair and the other on the floor, letting my thighs fall open. Letting him see the wetness starting between my legs. 

I wasn't going to let him touch me, and would make it clear I was in charge. I'd start to wank in front of him, watching his cock... oh, fuck me, I'm getting turned on just thinking about this... watching his cock start to bulge as he looked into my cunt in front of him. 

And then... well, that's where my fantasy stopped, as I realised the office was starting to smell of me, so I quickly stopped playing with myself, sprayed some perfume around, and whisked out of the office, shouting at the girls to drop what they were doing, and let me buy them dinner. We went to that new place, Concertinas or whatever it's called. 

It was only a bit later, when I got back to the office and went into my drawer, that I remembered I'd not had my knickers on. And we'd been sat up on the mezzanine level. I'm sure every guy going to the loo must have been looking straight at my cunt when they walked back out. Maybe that explains the looks I was getting from the waiters (yes, including that dark dusky one you fancy - you'd better get a move on girl!). And there was me thinking it was my natural charm and the excitement of a woman who knew she was on a promise of getting a good stiff one later :-)

Anyway, back to the plot...

I was wearing that Chinese number, having freshly waxed, and my legs were looking tight after starting that new class at the gym. God I looked hot. Even I wanted me! He let me in, and his eyes lapped it up. I could almost feel them burning a hole in my dress as he watched me walk through to the living room. I didn't do my trademark arse-wiggle at all. Well, maybe a little bit, but you know I can't resist playing to a captive audience...

I felt like I was about to come already. Part of me wanted him to just push me onto all fours and ram his hard cock up me there and then... but that would have spoiled my plans.

He'd already started getting the ingredients ready, so I sat at his dining room table (nice piece, worth a mint, I think). Sideways on, legs crossed, my gorgeous firm thighs and slender calves exposed by the slit up the dress. (It was such a great idea of yours to get that slit extended - thanks sistah!).

We chatted a bit, but I could see he was distracted. He was wearing chinos, and they don't do a good job of hiding a stiffy, especially one like Andy's. That did it. Stuff the foreplay, I wanted a good hard fucking. I walked over to him, pretending I was going to the fridge for something, and then I turned and pressed myself against him from behind. I slid my hand down to his groin. God he's big. (Let's hope your new gym boy's as big!). He made some cheap crack about him having a few ideas of what to do with his cock, but he carried on cooking, cool as you like. Well, I wasn't having that, so I slid his zip down and my fingers in, and rubbed him harder, through his pants. The bastard still carried on chopping. 

So I raised the game, and undid his belt etc. Then pulled his pants down a bit at the front, and pulled his cock out. Jesus, that was hard work - too much cock, too little space. But it came out, and I could feel it throbbing. Do you get the same buzz as I do at that point? Knowing that it's you that's made this cock chomp at the bit for a piece of you? That turns me on so much, that feeling of power.

I could feel my wetness already, as I started wanking him. Not all the length, just the foreskin. That got to him - as I could feel him respond, but he was still chopping those bloody vegetables...

That's another fantasy that's kept me going recently: one day, I'm going to bring myself off with a cucumber whilst he licks my ass..MMmmmmmmm. 

Anyway, he was still chopping, but not as intently. Enough, I thought, so I pulled him away from the cabinets and plonked myself in front of him, pushing the cooking stuff out the way. I wanted his complete attention (a girl deserves it, I think, especially when I looked as good as I did), so I slid down and gave him a quick BJ. He grabbed my head to help out... I know you don't like that (Fuck, I still laugh when I remember how much of a balling out you gave Peter at school when he tried that. Poor boy, he must still be scarred by that night)... but I love it. I like the feeling of submitting yourself to someone's command and being used. It's gotta be someone decent mind, like Andy, not a tosser who'll just try to get his own end away and leave you high and dry. I reckon Andy'll be great to be tied up with for a night. Another one for the list.

So there I was, kneeling before My Master, LOL, giving him my best moves. I grabbed his bum cheeks. It was so tempting to slide my hand in-between his thighs to stroke his arsehole like he'd done mine, but I know a lot of guys would hate that. But the more I think about it, the more I want to do it - fair's fair after all, he's played with my ass enough. Who knows, maybe I'll rim him one day.... Mmmm. That's a good idea, rimming him while reaching around to wank that big cock of his, pretending it was my cock I was wanking. Hah. That'll surprise him!




Anal At Last Ch. 07



What makes me think he might like it is this: I stopped BJing him (I needed fucking, desperately - I could feel my jizz running down my thigh as I knelt in front of him), and stood up to kiss him. He lapped it up! Honestly, he kissed me more ferociously then than he had ever before, and I swear I must have had some of his spunk on my lips and tongue as he was leaking a bit in my mouth. I could taste it, so I'm sure he could. Dirty bastard.

He pushed me against the cupboard. God, I could feel his cock throbbing against me, and all I could think of was that I'd have to dry clean that bloody dress again to get his spunk off, and I'd only had it on for about an hour, and that included the taxi ride over! (Surprise I made it actually, the taxi driver couldn't keep his eyes off the rear-view mirror, even reaching up to angle it to get a better view of me. I should have had a free trip, I reckon!)

Anyway, I forgot about the state of my dress when he pulled it up around my waist, lifted me bodily onto the worktop, and I slid forward to finally get some of that cock touching my cunt. Can you believe he called me a tart for wearing no knickers? This from the man who likes me kissing him with his juice still on my lips!

Unfortunately, I did a bad thing then and let him know how much I'd wanted him and been wanking during the day. I know, I know: bad girl, never let a guy know how much you want him - they'll just use it against you later, or talk about you down the pub. But I honestly think I'm safe with Andy. Can't explain it, you'll have to meet him to understand. God listen to me, gushing away like a little schoolgirl...

That's how it feels though. He's not the arrogant prick or loser that men normally are at our age. Heck, he fought for custody of his boy and won (had I told you that?), and there's not many guys will do that. Most would be too keen to get out there and think they're still a 20 year old hunk, trying to get off with schoolgirls and the hotties behind the bar. He makes me feel safe... nice arms, quietly confident, big chest to cuddle up to. Not too big though - I hate those Arnie types that you like. Way too obsessed with themselves and not obsessed enough about me, if you want my opinion!

Which you don't, so I'll continue...

He took his trousers and boxer shorts off as I slid off the counter and turned round. I know he likes my arse (let's face it, who doesn't, apart from you, obviously!!!), so I made sure my dress was up around my waist (yes, more creases!), and waggled my behind at him, stretching up on tippy toe to the most of my thighs and tighten my glutes. It had the desired effect - he just lined right up and pushed on in. Oh god that felt good. I can feel it now... nothing like a good hard cock splitting you open when you've been waiting for it all day. Good job he wasn't too much bigger, and that I was really wet, though - it would have hurt for real. As it was, it was an effort. I could feel him forcing me open as he moved into me, and I had to work a bit, pushing backwards, to take him all in. But in it went, all the way till my cheeks were touching flesh. I love that moment when his cock's stretching me out, making me adapt to him, making me his. And I already told you, it takes some stretching to fit him in. Yummy...

Fuck, I'm drifting again. What is it about this guy?

(I know... he made me come when he was on top. How many times have I faked that over the years, thinking it was a total myth, when up strolls Andy, and bob's your uncle, I'm coming like nothing before. I'll get him to write down what he did - I'm sure I'll make a million from frustrated housewives).

Onwards...

He then started to stroke my "Button of Joy" (LOL) (yes, he even knows where my clit is, unlike that sad fucker I married... sigh!!!), as he fucked me deep with that lovely cock of his. I'm going to make a cast of it and get a vibrator made to measure, I swear to god. Oh ... can you imagine... two of him, two cocks.... take me now lord, I think I've gone to heaven thinking about it...

Then he started. Hard. Fast. I could hear the slapping as we hit each other and he hit rock bottom. I don't think I've been filled as much before. You know me, I like a good quickie - this was the best. A nice big hard cock after teasing myself all day. Then he did the magic trick... I felt him feel around my lips. He was wetting his thumb as it turns out, and then he slid it right up my ass. It felt a bit sore at first, as I'd not been warmed up beforehand. But oh god did it turn me on. I felt SO full. Good job I'd been practicing with that dildo for a few days, eh, otherwise I would have screamed the place down?

Then he was fucking me ever harder, so hard he couldn't even play with my clit any more and he just grabbed onto my waist with his spare hand and started ramming me onto his prick. That did it; I came right away, his thumb still filling my ass.

Man, I've got to get him to tie me up and take me. That first night, he did trap my hands for a bit, so he might be into a bit of kink. But can you imagine what it'd be like to be spread out on the bed with handcuffs or ties or whatever, and have that Adonis fuck you senseless with that big prick of his?

Of course, you can't.... one day, my dear; you'll understand what I'm talking about. Hey, if I've broken the Cycle Of Losers, it must be your turn next. What about Gym Boy - I'll bet he'll give you a right seeing to. Hell, you could try that porn movie position - get him standing, wrap your legs around his waist, your bum resting in his big meaty hands, then sink onto his cock, and let him do all the grunting and groaning as he manually lifts you up and down his fleshy pole. Hmmm. Maybe I should try a Gym Boy next, get myself some of that??? Do you think Jim of the Gym has got a mate that'll let me try that for free? By the way, what are you hanging around for with him? Are you trying to beat my record of abstinence???

Again, dear reader, I digress, but you'll appreciate these little side trips from the main story...

... So there was I, coming with his cock up my cunt and his thumb in my ass, but he didn't stop. Oh god, he didn't stop. He just kept on stuffing me with his piece of lovely, lovely meat, and then he topped his magic trick - his other thumb worked its way inside my ass. I think I lost it at that point, as I vaguely remember turning the air blue. What made it worse was that not only was my arsehole full (but not as full as it was going to be, little did I know), but I could feel his cock swelling. You know that way that a nice-sized cock fills you up tight enough that you can actually feel the blood start to fill it out when it's about to come? Well, that's what I felt, and it made me even more excited. And I mean really excited. And then... oh god... and then another first.

Multiple O's.

Yep, I know, I sound like I'm gloating now. I'd only just come, and this quiet man, who at first I thought wouldn't say boo to a goose, has got me spread over his kitchen worktop, dress hooked round my waist, his thumbs in my rear, has already given me one come (and the first one in missionary the other day, and fingered my ass for the first time, and rimmed me for the first time), and now he's giving me a second come within a few moments of the first. And even better, he was about to come as well!

It can't get any better than this!

Then he did the dirty deed. Just as I was on the cusp of coming, he knocked the back of my knees with his, like we used to do at school, and my ass obviously dropped down a bit. Then he pulled his thumbs out (NOOOOOO! i think I shouted, as it spoiled the moment to suddenly feel so empty - weird, huh?), but then I was full again. Fuck was I full. The dirty bastard had pushed his cock head just inside my asshole. Just his cock head, fortunately. God knows what I said then, but I remember shouting a lot. Fuck, I've never felt so full in my life. It hurt and felt good at the same time. Part of me almost pissed myself at the thought of his big prick up my arse, but most of me was too busy with the best... and I mean, the best.... cum I've ever had.

[Well the best so far... I'll come back to this point in a minute]

And it was the weirdest feeling. I just collapsed - my knees folded, and my arms turned to jelly. I couldn't even hold myself up, and I just sank down onto the worktop. And onto his cock. I slid down another inch or two, feeling my rear spread to let him in further. I couldn't speak, couldn't move, but my cunt was going epileptic over what he'd just done to me, and what his cock was doing to me now. As I started to come round a bit, I couldn't work out why he'd gotten so easily into my arse. I know I'd been practicing, but not that much - it had only been a few days. 

Then I realised. He'd come as well, right up my jacksy, and that helped him push in even further. In fact, I could still feel his cock throbbing, bouncing in my tunnel. Fuck me, that felt weird but in a GREAT way. That throbbing of his cock in my arse was so... comforting. Yes, yes, I know I said I was a bit freaked out when he'd played with me there before, but, well, being stuffed full of - sorry to have to gloat - STILL HARD cock.... Wow. It's like when you've had a great meal, and you're pleasantly stuffed. You know you've eaten too much, but fuck it, why not?

Well, I felt the same. I was about to try to lever myself up, when I felt him freeze. I think he was afraid he'd hurt me, as it was a bit sudden, and he's not small. Bless him, even with his cock up my arse he still thinks of me. (What was his ex thinking of, to leave this guy????). So I stayed where I was, like I'd passed out from pleasure (it wasn't too far from the truth!). I couldn't believe he was still hard. OK, maybe not as hard as he had been, but still hard enough to... well, he took the chance, and started pushing a bit. Jesus, I thought, don't tell me he wants to carry on without a rest? He did, and slid even further in.

Another inch, and then he reached round to play with my clit again. The bastard. I groaned involuntarily. Surely he must have reached bottom by now - I could feel his cock rubbing the inside of my throat! I couldn't help it - I reached back and felt the base of his cock.

Still another few inches to go, as I could get my whole hand round his cock. Fuck he felt big right then. I mean, I know I keep going on about how he's no slouch in that department (I now reckon about 8 or 9 inches), but it felt like a bloody police baton up my passage. I knew it was going to hurt real soon, so I told him about the lube in my handbag. I'm SO glad I started carrying that, just in case he wanted my ass. He spread some around, and I pushed back a bit more, desperate to see if I could get it all in, and I think I told him to fuck my arse. He gave another push... and that was it. His lower abs hit my cheeks. Thank fuck for that, it was starting to hurt a bit more, and not in a nice stretchy kind of way.

Thankfully, he pulled out a bit, then ran his hands round my dripping cunt to get some more juices up to my arsehole and his cock. His hands brushed my clit again, and my guts spasmed. So I reached down and started playing with myself as he pushed his meat up me again. Oh, god, I could feel my bowels part to let the monster in .... You know what it's like if you're fucking someone without too much foreplay, and it feels like he's twice as big as normal because there's not a lot of lubrication? Well it was like that.

He passed a tip - told me to push out as if taking a dump. "Nice thought", I thunk, but it worked. I still felt full, but there was room to maneuver for him. He reached up and undid the rest of my dress (I saw bits of vegetable all over it then, dammit!). Then started pulling me back onto his cock by my tits. The cheek of it! He'd not even licked them all night, and now he was using them as a handle! Bastard. I'll make him pay for that later.

I could feel my ass getting used to him, more like when having normal sex. Probably helped by the two fingers I had up my cunt. And rather than rest on his laurels, he reached up to grab my shoulders for a better grip. I bet he wished I'd had pony tails, the arrogant bugger. Bugger's right, I guess, LOL.. Jesus, Jules, I could get used to anal sex. I'd not realised we had so many sensitive bits up there... if I'd known, I'd have done it years ago.

And... I hate gloating even more.. I could feel myself coming again. It wasn't just my wanking, it was the whole thing. His hard cock up my ass, my fingers in my cunt (I could feel him with my fingers... bizarre!), the way he was just using me to get his way, pulling me back as he fucked me again. All that, coupled with the previous orgasms; the wanking I'd done all day; the thrill of realising men had been gazing at my fanny over lunch; how he'd gotten me to start wanking with a vibrator up my rear passage, and even more, how he didn't even know the effect he was having me... it all came together. Even the way he held me after sex (when we'd had time), and the look in his eyes when he met me at the door in my fuck-me-dress just a few minutes earlier.

I got a bit rude then, talking dirty, telling him to use me and fuck my ass with his big hard cock - you know the sort of thing, My cum was building. Fuck, I'd come twice already, and here was a third one. He leant over, whispering in my ear, calling me a slut, his personal anal slut, getting me to beg for his cock up my arse, making me tell him how much I loved being used like this. I could feel his cock swelling again, even more so than when he'd been in my cunt. Then it happened, he came again - I could actually feel his come shooting into my bowels, and his cock pulsing as it spurted. And that set me off....

Oh god, I've just remembered something else that I've not told you yet (are you still here, or have you had enough of my gushing over him?).

He gave me another first:

My first squirt.

Yep, you read that right. My first squirt. I know you've seen it in movies, we both have, but I thought it was faked.

It's not. It was like I'd pissed myself, but almost painfully-pleasurable at the same time.

He slipped out of my ass after that, and I felt so empty. Will you listen to me - yesterday I was an anal virgin aside from one finger, one tongue, and a bit of dildoing (with a small one at that) and now I felt empty because I didn't have a nine inch cock stuffed up me. 

Plus, I was really embarrassed, so I sprinted (is that right? Sprinted? Shouldn't it be .. sprunt? or sprant?) upstairs to clean up. I was soaked.

The poor bugger had cleaned up downstairs when I came down wearing his bathrobe (smelled nice!). Then... get this... he wanted it again! What a fucking stud! I told him no, in no uncertain terms, and we got back to the plan... food. I was famished! You'd think having a salami forced into you would be enough, but after three comes in less than 20 minutes (was that all!!??), I could have eaten a horse.

Mind you, after all that sex, I was exhausted. We chatted while we ate. Real chat, you know, about us, rather than about the weather or TV or other dross. I kept finding myself gazing into his eyes as we talked. He's real sweet you know: good looking, fit, great at sex, helpful, and quite bright as well. And he's ... well... the only word that comes to mind is "wise". He sees through to the truth of things, ignoring the popular distractions and cutting to the chase. And he's not egotistical - from what he was saying, he seems to always try to do the "right" thing, even if it's not convenient for him... or even if it's downright inconvenient.

I think I might be falling for him....

Ang.xxx

I sat back. Oh my god. I knew she liked me, I didn't realise how much. Thoughts raced round my head: I definitely felt something for her, as I'd realised last night. Did I want her to fall for me? Did I want something serious already? She'd been wanking anally with the vibrator I'd used the other day to wank off with? Shit, if I'd know that then, I would have come a lot quicker. Who was Jules, and why was Angela sharing so much - I know women do share a lot, but in that much detail? Angela had not had anyone else for a year and a half? Why? (She was hot enough, so she must have been approached by guys when she was out and about).

The thought of her wanking at work had turned me on. Hmmm... I wonder if I could meet her one day, and give her a good hard shag while she leans over her desk? Also, the thought of her flashing to the men in the restaurant... that's not really been my scene in the past, but I was horny thinking about it now. Maybe we would do similar in future, making out with each other whilst she's baring her all, watching guys get jealous and turned on as a result - I'm sure that would REALLY turn her on as well, and she'd bang my brains out afterwards.

And rim her while she's wanking with a cucumber? Where do I sign up for that? I'd pay good money to do that with someone who's got as nice an ass as she has. Hey, then we could go on and I'd taker her ass while she wanked herself with the cucumber, or the rabbit. Aaah, man, how good would that feel, sliding my cock into her sweet ass, and feeling the vibrator buzzing through the wall to her cunt.

Then she wants to be tied up and dominated? I'd not done that before, but I think I could manage it. Hmmm, very nice idea. And she wants to rim me? Not sure about that - will need to think about it. And will definitely make sure I'm REALLY clean back there, just in case.

What about that whole "get a mate from the gym and do the porn star pose"? I'd seen that position before, but often it was two guys - the girl straddles the hips of one, and fucks him, then the other one comes up behind and fucks her ass. I'm not sure it can be comfortable enough to keep at it for long, but if she wants to do it with me, I'll give it a shot. Not too keen on another guy though.

I quickly checked for other mails from Jules (Must find out who that is), but there were none there, and none that looked otherwise about me, so I closed the email application.




Anal At Last Ch. 08



[The story so far:

I've recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son by myself. After a long abstinence, I've met a woman (Angela) and we've been indulging in anal sex, new to both of us. Then one night, the babysitter (Samantha) that normally looks after my son had stayed the night to give her father, a widow, the house to himself on his first date since his wife died. I'd gone out for a drink, and come back home forgetting that Samantha was staying. Angela turned up unexpectedly, and we'd ended up with me coming all over her face in a good old "money shot" - and I saw movement in the dark hallway that must have been Samantha watching from the shadows. She wasn't there when I looked, Angela and I went to bed, and wanked each other off over fantasies about a threesome. Fortunately, Samantha said nothing about it the morning after, but there was some sexual frisson between us, I thought. Later, I'd read Angela's email (which I'd seen when I helped fix her PC), where she shared intimate details of our first anal sex, with Jules, a friend of hers, along with some hints about some fantasies of hers that she'd like to enact with me...] 

The next few days were really spent either with Daniel, or getting everything ready for the conference. Angela and I spoke on the phone a few times, but nothing sexual happened, other than me having a few wanks thinking about her. During the course of the calls, I mentioned how much I wanted her, joking that it was her body I wanted, not her chat or her mind, and I kind of got the impression that she might even have been rubbing herself as we talked.

So off I went to the conference. Busy times ensued, having to spend the evenings socializing and networking, and the days either speaking or listening. Daniel was staying with his aunt for the 5 nights I was away, and I made a point to speak to him by phone once or twice a day, and by webcam first thing in the morning before I started the day's work.

Samantha had phoned me before I left, asking a favour. Her dad was going out with "that woman" again, and she wasn't ready to meet her. So she'd told her Dad that she was staying with a friend for the night, making sure that she wasn't in her own home when the date was around. But her friend couldn't put her up as her parents had some family members visiting, so Samantha was kind of stuck with nowhere to go. Before she even asked, I offered my place, since I knew she had the key (just in case anything should happen whilst she was babysitting). She was ever so grateful, and said she promised to look after it.

So, one night during the conference, I logged onto my mail to fire off one to Angela, a little e-porn about what I was going to do to her one night when I got back. I sent that off, and then, on impulse, logged into Angela's mail again.

Yep - another mail from the mysterious Jules:

"Ang, just a quick update. I managed to get the photos printed off at home - it was too much of a risk at work. They turned out pretty good - Andy's going to come in his pants when he sees some of them.

I still can't believe we did that - and that you weren't the least bit put off by me being there. Still I suppose the page 3 models and porn actresses get used to it, and at least you know me, and I'm not some sad fat bastard who works in that industry so he can wank himself silly over the beauties he's seen through a lens that day.

I've dropped the photos round to his house and spread them round as agreed. He'll be delighted to discover the treasure trail that leads to the pot of gold at the end :-) Mind you, he'd better appreciate it... I went through four DVDs before it verified OK, fucking cheap blank discs. Good old TDK worked though - never let me down yet, and God knows I've used enough of them when sending porn over to you. 

Note to self: must give you the keys back before his conference ends! 

Hey, I've got a better idea: maybe I'll keep the keys, and sneak in one night whilst he's asleep, creep up to his room and let him have my wicked way with my ass instead of yours. Heck, maybe I'll give you the keys back but make a secret copy of them and do it anyway, without telling you :-)

(Oh, and just to confirm your suspicions: I did watch the movie you took with the mobile. Obviously. How was I going to pass up that opportunity? His cock looks mighty tasty, and seeing you give him head was quite the turn on as well. Only two points: first, next time use a real camera, not your mobile phone; second, try not to wake him up - I would have loved to have seen you swallow his come down, instead of hurriedly stuffing your camera under the bed as he woke up - I missed the best bit, spoilsport!)

(OK, third point: can I join in next time? Do you think he'll like having two hot mouths round his cock and balls at the same time?)

Your partner-in-porn, Jules"

Wait a minute - they were leaving photos at my house. Shit, what if Samantha sees them! I started replying to Angela to say not to send the photos, and then remembered that I wasn't supposed to be reading her mail. Fuck! What now?

I could phone Samantha and tell her the house was off-limits. I'd need to find an excuse, but I can do that later. Then I saw the date on the mail - it was a couple of days old. Oh my god, she might already have seen the photos...

I got out my phone. Samantha didn't answer, I got her voicemail.

"Samantha, listen, it's Andy. I hate to do this to you, but I need to ask you to find somewhere else to stay. Er... let me know if it's an issue, and I'll get a hotel room for you. Don't worry about the money, it's all my fault. Umm... basically, Angela's arranged a bit of a surprise for me for when I get back... and .... er... it might ruin the surprise if either you're there when she sorts it out, or if you're there afterwards. I'm really, really sorry - let me know if you need the room, and I'll book you somewhere nice. You can pamper yourself - have a spa break, you know, massage, sauna and all that. Really, don't feel uncomfortable, it's all my fault. Let me know, OK. Err... bye!"

Hopefully that'll do it. I'd need to work out what the "surprise" was for when Samantha asked (I couldn't really say that it was sexy photos and a movie of me getting head), but I'd got a couple of days to work that out. I sat back, relieved, hoping that Samantha got my message. Then I texted her, asking me to call her urgently, just to make sure she'd got the message. I didn't have her dad's number, so I couldn't call her at home. 

I spend the rest of the evening frantically checking my mobile for responses, making sure it was turned on, etc. Nothing. Not a peep.

I managed to eventually get to sleep. I must have been fretful, as all sorts of sordid dreams ran through me. Angela and her friend taking photos of Angela wanking her ass with her dildo, while the two of them watched the webcam shots of me wanking. Angela and her friend getting carried away and having sex together, all tongues and nipples and hands in cunts. Angela and Jules kneeling before me, both of them sucking me and licking my balls, till I come all over them and they lick it off each other. Samantha at the spa, getting massaged, and the masseur getting a little bit carried away, brining that sweet little girl to a screaming orgasm. A male masseur (me?) coming in at the noise and fucking her doggy style, taking her virginity. The still-virginal Samantha in my house, staring at disbelief at the lurid photos of Angela wanking, and unable to contain herself, Samantha wanks herself off with a screwdriver from my toolbox. And so on, and so on.

I woke early, around 3:00 according to the alarm clock, to my phone text beep. It was Samantha:

"Sorry it's late. Got your message. It's OK, decided to stay with friend after all. Didn't want to be alone at the moment. But it's a bit cramped sharing a bed with her. Sorry again to call late, sounded urgent. Call me any time if it's a problem. Sam x"

Phew.

I drifted off back to sleep. This time, the dreams were about Samantha and her friend, sharing a bed, getting hot and bothered, unable to find a position to sleep in that didn't involve them touching in some way, then resigning themselves to it, curling up together, cuddling, enjoying the contact. A touch, a kiss, a questing hand, opening thighs, thrusting hips, writhing tongue, quiet moans. 

I awoke. Fuck, my cock as hard as steel. I pulled out my phone, and took a shot of it. Sent it to Angela with the note:

"Baby, woke up thinking of you. Got a present for you. Will give it to you when I get back."

A few minutes later, she texted me back:

"Thanks for waking me, bastard. Can't you control that cock of yours, at least till I'm awake. Can't wait till you give me the present, as long as it's given good and hard. Have fun playing with yourself till then, you sad little man."

Unfortunately, I'd woken just before my alarm went off, so I had no time to easy my throbbing erection. Just had to reconcile myself with having saved my bacon regarding the photos.

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The conference went on for two more days, then I left to go home. En route, I got a text from Angela:

"Hopefully, this'll catch you on the way home. Next time you go away, can I come with you? Was feeling really horny today - would have liked a lunchtime shag. Shame that we won't see each other tonight. Hope you enjoy your surprise!!! Ang."

I didn't respond for a bit, and then remembered I wasn't supposed to know anything about the surprise, so I pulled over and texted back "What surprise?"

A few minutes later, she came back:

"Oh, just something special I thought you deserved after your hard week's work. Can't say more - it's a surprise!"

So I left it at that and drove home.

When I got there, I opened the front door. In the middle of the hall was a piece of paper. As I got closer, I saw it was the back of a photograph. I picked it up, and saw an arrow drawn on it, pointing to the kitchen door, with "NEXT" underneath it. I looked that way, and saw another photograph just under the door. Turning over the one in my hand, I saw a picture of Angela wearing a black ensemble - blouse, skirts, stockings, shoes, holding a large card over her head saying "WELCOME BACK. ENJOY". She had a big smile on her face, laughing with the person holding the camera.

I went on to the second one: another arrow and the word "NEXT" - presumably to lead me on to the next one in the series - and this time the picture was of Angela sat on a chair, leaning forward, exposing her cleavage, as she undid a shoe.

The next one was of her looking down at her hands as she undid the last button on her blouse, her chest and stomach slightly exposed, showing her Wonderbra-enhanced cleavage.

Next: her blouse off, her bra and skirt nicely showing off her figure, reaching up to unclip her hair, lifting her boobs up delightfully.

Next: she's undoing her skirt.

Next: her skirt is off, leaving her stockings, knickers, and bra. She's looking mighty fine, sat astide a dining chair in the manner of Christine Keeler in that famous photograph.

Next: her ass is towards the camera, one leg raised on the chair as she is undoing one stocking.

Next: she's sat on that chair normally, both stocking off, legs spread, facing the camera. One hand is inside her bra, the other inside her knickers. Her eyes are closed, head rolled back slightly.

Next: a close-up of her bra-less breasts, one nipple being played with by her hand.

Next: she's naked now, again with her back towards the camera, hands up as if covering her breasts, her naked ass tense as she stands in just her high heels.

Next: she's lying on the bed, one hand playing with a tit, the other with her cunt.

Next: a close-up, two fingers parting her lips and pushing inside her.

Next: she's kneeling on the bed, ass towards the camera, one hand between her legs.

Next: same position, but this time she's got her vibrator just entering her cunt.

By this time, I was feeling a bit hot under the collar myself, so I took my jacket off and threw it on the bed, kicked off my shoes, and went looking for the next photo.

Next: same position, vibrator well into her cunt, hardly any showing outside it.

Next: on her back, legs spread, vibrator in one hand, half-in half-out; the other hand rubbing her clit.

Next: a real close-up - her labia clinging to the vibrator as it was inside her, her juice glistening in the light, the other hand separating her lips at the top to show off her clit.

Next: Back on all fours, one hand still using the vibrator inside her, the other reaching back to run a finger down the crease of her ass.

I started rubbing myself through my jeans at this point, remembering everything we've done anally since we met.

Next: same position, but one finger actually in her ass. She's got her head turned round to the camera, eyes half-closed in ecstasy.

Next: same position, but she's running the vibrator between the cheeks of her ass, other hand reaching back to finger herself.

Next: a closer view, the tip of the vibrator just pressing into her rectum. Lots of sheen from either lube or her own come.

The dirty tart was turning me on. I undid the belt and fly of my jeans, reaching in to pull my cock out of my boxers, surprised to find a wet patch at the end where I was already so turned on.

Next: The vibrator was in her ass by I guess a couple of inches, her sphincter muscles closed tight around it. 

Next: She's standing up, no dildos to be seen, holding another place card up, saying "Watch the DVD". I looked around, and there on the bed was a blank DVD case. I whipped out the DVD, and booted up the PC ready to watch it. Whilst I was waiting for the damned thing to boot up, I kicked off my clothes, and sat at the PC, gently wanking as I looked through some of the photos again.

Eventually, the PC opened up the DVD file listing. Two files, both movies, so I double-clicked the first one. It seemed to be what I'd just seen in photos, but filmed. It jumped occasionally as her position changed, or presumably as the photographs were taken, but essentially was a static tripod filming.

I watched her strip in front of the camera, showing off her great body in ways that can't be seen in static photos. Every so often, she would bring her hands to her tits, her smooth flat stomach, her bum, her mound, and rub, or tweak, or otherwise play with herself through her clothes.

I watched her start to play with herself, moaning to the camera, writhing her hips, thrusting her groin into her hand as she wanked herself. Then she grabbed the vibrator from somewhere off-camera, and started running it around her tits, her nipples, down her stomach to her groin, and then pushed it inside her, grunting as she did so.

Then as she was getting really turned on, she turned over onto all fours, and started playing with her asshole, spreading some lube that she had beside her, fingering her rectum, running the vibe around her hole, then pushing it slowly, oh so slowly, inside. God, that turned me on so much. I had to slow down my wanking to avoid coming just yet - after all, I still had one more movie to go. But I rewound the movie and watcher her push the vibrator into that tight little asshole again.

That movie ended soon afterwards, so I ran the second one. She's still on all fours on the bed, but this time watching her own PC. The person holding the camera zoomed into Angela's PC, and I could see the movie taken by the webcam, of me wanking those few days ago.

Angela's voice came over the air: "Do you recognise that baby? That's you, wanking in my house the other day, watching porn, and it's got me so turned on... Did you realise the webcam was running, recording your every move? I've been watching this over and over recently, so I thought I'd give you something in return for when you get back. I hope you like it...."

Then the view changed - somehow, they'd spliced together two movies side-by-side: the first one was the webcam shots of me wanking, the second was movie of her continuing where the photos and first movie had finished off.

As I put my hand inside my boxers in the webcam shot, she pushed the vibrator deep into her ass. "Oh baby, I think it's so unfair of you to keep your cock hidden when I'm showing you my all, don't you think? ... Oh, there you go, your hard penis peeking out of your shorts... oh, god, that's good, you look so turned on baby... did you like the porn I left for you?"

My webcam self then continued wanking, just using one finger and one thumb to move my foreskin up and down. "Oh, fuck, Andy, that's so horny... do you wank like that when you're thinking of me? Or do you save it for when you're watching porn? Are you wanking like that now, as... oh...oh god this vibe feels so good inside my hole.... are you wanking like that now, as you see me fuck my own arse? I'm your own little porn star, Andy, I'll do anything you want..."

[My webcam self finally exposed his entire cock for the audience...]

"Oh, there it is, your pride and joy. It's standing up real big baby. Is it big now? Are you liking... oh fuck that's good... liking what you see? Does it turn you on... aahh... to see me fuck my own arse?... Oh baby, you look so good, giving yourself big strokes... I wish I was with you now so I could reach out and take over ... I love the feel... oh fuck .... of your big hard cock in my hands... or in my mouth...."

She was still fucking her arse with the vibe, but... "Oh baby... where have you gone?" She'd reached the point where I'd gone to get her vibrator and knickers.

"Baby, you're so bad.... I wondered what you were doing here when I watched this the first time... oh, my ass is so full baby... but then I realised that you'd found my little movie collection.... I wish you were here baby... you could spank me for being a bad girl who downloads porn... "

She raised her voice, making her sound alot younger.

"Will you do that Daddy? Will you spank your little girl next time you see me? Will you put me on your knee, pull down my knickers, and make my bum red for being a dirty little slut? ... Maybe I should wear my schoolgirl uniform... will that turn you on Daddy? "

Oh fuck, she's got a schoolgirl uniform. Visions of Britney Spears in that video came to mind, and I had to stop wanking before I came... I was enjoying this, and I wanted it to last.

"Daddy, I can't believe you called me a horny little minx. I'm such an innocent little girl; I don't understand half the things you do to me... Is it wrong for me to like a little excitement when you're not around?"

"Oh! Daddy! Should you be touching me there? No-one's ever touched be there before..."

Her voice dropped back to normal.

"I miss you baby, I miss your hard cock filling me up... oh god that's good ... It feels so good when you force yourself inside me... I had to get some porn for when I'm really missing you... when I need you to spank me and fill me with your big hard-on and make me do things that feel so naughty..."

Now she reached off camera again - and pulled out the rabbit!

"Oh, Andy, you found my favourite movie. Did you like it? I heard you talking, telling the girls to do it more, to do it harder, to lick each other, rim each other, and it really turned me on. Are you watching baby? ... oh fuck... watch me, I've got a dildo up my ass and now I'm going to push the rabbit inside my other hole.... both holes filled just like in the fantasy the other day ... oh Jesus that feels tight... where you said I'd have my toy boy's two mates ... I don't think I'm big enough baby ... fucking me at the same time... can you see Andy?"




Anal At Last Ch. 08



I could see, definitely. With her ass stretched by the vibrator, she had to use a lot of effort to push the rabbit inside her cunt, even though it looked sopping wet by now. She pushed harder, in and out, with the rabbit, each time it got further inside.

"Remember the other fantasy, Andy... the girl-on-girl one we talked about? Did that porn video remind you of our little session... remember how it went? ... We'd be having sex on the sofa, me straddling that big prick of yours, and you'd see her walk in... just a t-shirt on.. her young tits standing proud underneath.... she come over... unable to resist watching us have sex... wanting to see your manhood as it ploughed my cunt.... she'd watch for a while, and start playing with herself... then when you stood up and made me kneel at your feet ... for you to come on my face, she'd kneel beside me... and I'd just let her because I was so turned on. You'd have two horny women waiting for you to spurt your come all over them.

"Then we'd be so excited, we'd like your come off each other's faces and tits ... we'd play with each others nipples, getting more and more turned on.

"Then we'd start to wank each other, the room smelling of our juices. I'd get her to straddle you, I'd grab your stiff prick, and guide it into her waiting cunt. She'd press that tight, virginal fanny down upon you, and you'd feel her hymen trying to stop you going any further. But then you'd pull her down on you, taking her virginity. She'd moan, saying how good it felt, begging you to fill her with your massive cock.

"I'd be so turned on, I'd sit next to you, legs spread, wanking myself, reaching over to touch you both where you joined, licking her tits as you fucked that tight little girl. I'd start to play with my ass, fingering myself with her juices. Then I'd kneel down behind her, and start to rim that cute little arse of hers, licking and sucking, giving her a taste of the pleasure that would come later when you'd cram your nine inches of hot meat into her ass. Then I'd grab your cock as you pulled out of her, and take it in my mouth, sucking her juices off you. Then you'd push back inside her again, all of you in one fell swoop, and she'd scream at you to fuck her, she'd scream out your name as she came with that throbbing muscle filling her insides, and you'd shout out her name as you shot your scalding jizz into that hot, sweet, cunt of hers.

"Can you remember how hard we came with that fantasy? Your come shot up in the air, I was covered in it, and I rubbed it into my tits

"Fuck Andy, that feels so good...it's like two cocks inside me... can we do that honey? Will you fuck me up my little ass while I fuck myself with the rabbit? Will you let me do that?... oh it feels fucking fantastic... I wish I had your cock here... you could take out my toy and push your big hard cock inside my arse... can you imagine what that would feel like?

"Oh, you dirty bastard Andy, you're wanking with my knickers. I can see your come oozing out your cock and running into my knickers... that looks so good baby, your hard cock wrapped in my knickers... did you know I wore them that day to work? I saw the video, and knew what you'd done, but... ah fuck that's good baby, I love fucking myself with my toys... I still put the knickers on and went to work. But I couldn't stand the thought of your spunk down there all alone... so I had a wank at work baby... I rubbed myself through my knickers, rubbing your spunk into me, till I came all over them ... I've still got them baby, still covered in my come... shall I bring them over for you?"

Then she must have seen the bit where I used her cream.

"My hand cream baby, was it good? It's so good on my skin, that I copied you... I watched you wanking with it, and then I got some myself and rubbed it into my tits, and my nipples, and down to my tight little tush. I've got it now baby - that's what's on the vibrator. It made it so easy to push in baby, despite how tight my little ass is... oh fuck it's tight... I got the dildo in real easy... probably because of how many times I've had your swollen cock inside it. ... but I'm having problems now baby... I'm too tight for both holes to be filled... I can't take it... oh baby, it hurts, it hurts... oh..."

I couldn't take any more, and started wanking again, intending to bring myself off just as she did on the video.

"Oh fuck baby, that's so fucking horny. You're running my vibrator, the one that's filling my arsehole right now, up and down your cock... do you like my toy? It's so good baby... it reminds me of you.. always hard and ready for sex. Is that all you want me for? To be your sex slave? To fuck myself with two dildos while you wank away in front of your computer? To take your big hard cock ... ah fuck baby, I'm nearly coming... up my tight dirty hole whenever you want it? To tease you with photographs and porn just so you'll spank me ... later? To fantasise about fucking your little virgin and my ... toyboys mates? To take me ... oh fucking christ baby, it's in darling it's in .. both my holes filled to the brim... oh fuck baby.... I wish you could see it now... I've never been so full.. ah sweet Jesus that's good... aahh....baby, are you going to take me to a porn cinema and fuck me ... there and then ... whilst other dirty men wank, watching my ... ass go up and down on your throbbing cock? Is that what you want, to humiliate me by fucking... me in public? By making me tell everyone that I'm yours and no-on else's? By pulling out and coming all over my ass while they watch me? 

"I'm going to come baby, with both my little holes full of plastic...oh fuck, I'm gonna come .. but all I want is your cock... here it comes... OOH! Fuck I've just seen you come on the screen baby, calling my name as you come... that looks so good... your juice spurting up in the air just from the vibrator touching you... and thinking about fucking my arse... that's it baby.... come for me... are you coming now baby because I am... I can feel it... ah fuck... "

And with that she came. The camera zoomed in, shaking a bit, but allowing me to see her asshole and cunt spasm round the dildos as she came. 

I came too, all over my legs and the floor, great gobs of com falling around me, rubbing some of it in as I slowed my wanking down, watching Angela collapse on the bed in the aftershock.

It was only later that evening, that I realised my post had been on the kitchen worktop... but I'd not put it there. So who moved it? It must have been Jules. But then when I checked the dates on the mail... some of them were after Jules had sent that mail, and so it can't have been Jules.

Fuck, it must have been Samantha. It absolutely must have been, since they were in the same place I always put my post, and I didn't think that it was likely that Jules would have put it there.

And then I realised that the DVD not a TDK one that Jules mentioned, but made by some company I'd never heard of.

And, oh fucking hell, another thought occurred to me, so I went back through the video to double-check. Angela had not mentioned Samantha by name: If Samantha had seen the DVD, would she recognise that it was her that Angela was talking about?

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The next time I saw Samantha was a week later. She was out shopping with her dad, and we bumped into each other at the supermarket.

"Hey Andy, good to see you," said Bill, her dad as we turned the corner and met.

"Hey Bill, you too. Hi Samantha." I turned back to Bill. "It's been a long time - how're things?"

"Yeah, going well thanks: jobs OK, holiday coming up, you know the sort of thing," he replied. 

"Really? Where are you off to?"

"Paris for a week. Somewhere in Montmartre, we've not booked the actual hotel yet."

"Cool, that's a nice area, I've been there myself." I turned to Samantha. "You didn't mention you were going away! Let me know the dates, and I'll make sure I've got another sitter for Daniel lined up if I need one."

Samantha blushed, and Bill coughed.

"No, Andy," said Bill, "I'm not taking Samantha this time. She's a big girl, and should be able to cope by herself without me."

"Yes, she is," I answered, unable to prevent thoughts of her permanently-covered breasts out of my mind. I'd felt them against me when she gave me a hug a week or so earlier - she was crying because her dad was seeing someone else. They were big, alright. "So who are you off with - if it's not a trade secret?" Obviously, I knew the answer already.

"Well, there's been a certain lady I've met recently." He looked a bit sheepish. "It's going well, so I thought I'd treat her to a break."

"Ah, I see," I replied, grinning. "Well done, I'm pleased for you. You make sure to treat her right, you hear? Paris is a lovely city, she'll love it." I turned to address Samantha. "So, Samantha, a week of wild parties and late nights for you then?"

She smiled a bit. "No, no, not at all. Just studying as usual. I've got exams coming up soon."

"Ah, then maybe a few quiet nights in then, whilst you've got the place to yourself. I can see it now... staying in your pyjamas all day ... a pizza delivery ... maybe a good DVD... " at which point I looked at her in what I hoped was a meaningful style, but not so obvious that she would think it odd if she'd not watched the DVD... "and a nice glass of wine with a boyfriend?" I watched her face intently, waiting to see some sign that she's seen the DVD made by Angela.

She blushed furiously, and looked down. Caught! I thought. Jesus, this could get so embarrassing, especially with her Dad around. Ah, hold on, it could have been the "boyfriend" bit that embarrassed her... I needed to find some other way to find out whether she'd seen the DVD?

She didn't answer.

"Sam, has the cat got your tongue?" asked her dad after a lengthy pause.

She looked up at me, startled. "Errm... yes, I guess so... maybe ... well, not the boyfriend bit..." she said, sheepishly.

"Now Sam, don't be shy," said Bill. "What about that boy you met at church, what was his name, Robert? Rupert? Aren't you going to invite him over for an evening?"

Samantha looked at her dad like so many daughters look at their dads across the world - with exasperation.

"Dad, he's just a friend, that's all." She glared at him, as if silently telling him to be quiet.

Bill of course, ignored it, again like all fathers do. "He sounds like a nice chap, from what you've said. Why not invite him over?"

I felt sorry for the girl, so I tried to change the topic - and find out another way to hint about the DVD. "Well, Samantha, if you do decide to have him over, let me know - I'll have some decent DVDs that a boy would want to watch, rather than those romantic girly ones that I'm sure someone of your age would have in the house. Just let me know, and I'll bring some over to your place. Or maybe next time you're looking after Daniel, you could have a look at the DVDs and see if there's anyone you fancy." I'd hoped the "anyone you fancy" might give her another clue as to what I meant.

Her dad started speaking to me again, which, dammit, forced me to make eye contact with him, rather than watching Samantha for any giveaway clues. "Oh, listen Andy, before I forget again... I've been meaning to phone all week... I just wanted to say thanks for letting Samantha stay at your place last week while you were away. I'm not trying to kick her out, but it was nice to get the place to myself for once," said her dad, arching his eyebrow as he looked at Samantha, teasing her. "Much appreciated." 

So he missed the confusion on my face as I flicked my focus to Samantha. She looked panicked, looking from my face to her dads. My brain was racing: She'd told me that she was staying at a friend's house, and if that was true, she couldn't have seen the DVD. But now it seems she'd told her dad she was staying at mine, even though she'd initially told her dad that she was staying at the friend's, in order to get some time away from Bill's new girlfriend. She'd then phoned me because the friend couldn't put her up, and could she stay at mine. Had she later clarified to her dad that she was staying at mine? But again, she told me she hadn't. Which one of us was she lying to?

By this point I was well confused. OK, I thought, I still needed to find a way to suss out whether she'd watched the DVD or not. And what was all that stuff about meeting the boy at church? I didn't realise she was religious - she'd never mentioned it. Although I had noticed her wearing a cross a few times. But so what? So does Madonna, and she changes her religion every 3 months. Still, if she was religious, that would explain her reticence about boyfriends, and general lack of "worldly-wise"-ness.

Samantha tried to get her dad to continue shopping, saying that she'd catch up with me later. Obviously to avoid either of us finding out that she'd lied to us. Bill looked confused, and then said "We're planning ice cream in the garden later... I knew she was keen, but honestly, what can you do with teenagers these days?" as Samantha walked away a few steps and then tried to hurry her dad up.

Oh, I can think of a few things I'd like to do with her, I thought?

We said our goodbyes, Samantha's relief very plain on her face.

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Later that day, the phone ran. It was Bill again?

"Hi Andy, sorry to disturb you again. There was something I wanted to ask earlier, and Sam pulled me away before I got the chance. Actually, I was looking for a way to speak to you privately."

Uh oh, I thought. What's this about?

"Uh oh," I said. "This sounds ominous."

Bill continued: "Not at all Andy, it's just that Sam was saying she's babysitting Daniel again at the weekend..." He paused.

"Listen, Bill, I really appreciate Samantha helping out, and she's always keen to do it, as she can study and earn at the same time, but if you think it's too much, just give me the nod, and I'll find someone else."

"God, no, Andy, it's not that at all. No, no, it's nice for Sam to get out the house sometimes - she thinks the world of Daniel, and it gets her thinking about something other than university. The lord only knows, sometimes I wish she'd study a bit less and relax a bit more. But Michelle always regretted not getting a degree when she had the chance, and I think Sam's doing hers more for her mother, than for herself."

"Aah, I see," I said. It wasn't often that Bill mentioned his late wife, Michelle, and I knew that it had affected both him and Anglea severely. When he did talk about her, you can still see the pain in his eyes, even now, a few years down the road.

"No," he said, pulling himself together. "What I wanted to say was... I've got Babs - Barbara - coming over on the same night. And well, Sam's being coy about her plans for the night. I guess part of that depends on what your plans are. So I was wondering if Sam had mentioned whether she was going out after the babysitting. I know she doesn't do it very often, but I just thought maybe she'd said something. Or maybe you've already spoken to her and said you'll be in very late?"

"Bill, I understand, I've dated before, you know." I laughed, and he joined in, embarrassed. "OK, I wasn't planning to be out too late. It's a wedding reception, but I only really know the groom, so I'm only planning on showing my face and then leaving, heading back home before ten." I heard him sigh. "So I guess you want me to find out if Sam's going out afterwards, so that you and Babs can have some guaranteed quiet time, yes?"

"Well, yes. I'd ask some of her mates next time I bumped into them, but they'd just laugh at me for being old and not knowing how to ... date. And I can't just call them up out of the blue, can I?"

"Listen, she's not said anything. But she's stayed over before, as you know. I'm sure I can find can find some mates that are heading out into town, and then come home later. How's about I give you a ring before I leave my night out, and then you'll know you've not got long left before she's back home? How does that sound?"

I could virtually hear him grin down the phone. "That'll be fine. Thanks, Andy. Thanks. If you're sure it's no bother?"

"Bill, shut up, it's OK. How long have we known each other? Years, for fucks sake. It's no big deal, as long as she's OK with it, obviously. I need to phone her anyway, as I'll be leaving a bit earlier and eating at the reception, and I'll need to get her something nice in for her dinner. I'll ask then what her plans are, and I'll drop you a text to let you know." 

Ah hell, I thought, I might as well go the whole hog. "Listen, if you want, I could stay out until the early hours of the morning, late enough for her to stay over, if she's got nothing else on. Do you want me to sound her out about that?"

"Oh, god, no, that'll be terrible. Taking advantage of her just so Babs can stay over."

"You're right. That would be terrible, wouldn't it?" I said, with a smile. "Look, I'll be honest with you. I don't know if Samantha has ever spoken to you about it, but she does feel a bit odd about you and Barbara. I think she's just needing time to adjust to the whole thing. So staying at my place might be a good idea."

"Oh God, I didn't realise she was upset. What has she said?"

"Not much Bill. But don't worry about it, she's a good lass, and will adapt quickly I think. Look how well she coped after she lost her mum. I don't think it's anything serious. Just go easy on her a bit - don't try to make her like Barbara. Let Samantha get to know Barbara on her own terms. But she's really pleased for you, that you've met someone, so don't worry on that front. She just needs a little time. And in case you're wondering, she spoke to me about it because she didn't want to worry you. Even she's aware that it's nothing serious, and that she'll get over it soon."

OK, so that wasn't quite the truth, but it was near enough without causing any rift between the two of them.

"So, I'm sure she'll be glad to stay over at my place. If you're OK with that, of course."

"Hmmm. OK, that sounds like a good idea. Let me think about it though - I don't want to seem like I'm pushing Sam away to spend more time with Babs."

"Of course, Bill. Just let me know how you want me to play it." I paused for a moment, then grinned my most salacious grin. "First night together with Babs, eh? That's a big step."

"Yes, it is," he said, laughing under his breath, like a schoolboy at the thought of it.

We said our goodbyes then. Later, I phoned Sam and let her know my plans, and she said that her Dad had mentioned about Barbara coming to their house. She sounded relieved when I said she could stay over if she wanted. And did I catch a little bit of excitement in her voice when she asked if Angela would be coming over? Was she thinking about what she might see this time?

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The wedding reception was for someone I'd worked with before I started work for myself. But to be truthful, I'd not been too keen on going - I'd not really kept in contact with anyone in that company since I'd left, and I didn't know anyone else that was going, only the groom and a couple of our work colleagues.

However, when I was originally invited, in the long dry spell between my ex-wife and Angela, I'd said I would go, simply to get me out of the house for an evening. At the time, I was forcing myself to accept all sorts of invites that I wouldn't normally accept, to help rebuild a bit of a life after the divorce.

But by Saturday afternoon, I couldn't be bothered. It had been working real hard, I was tired, it was a long drive away, I would hardly know anyone, those people I did know would only have work in common with me, and the thought of finding some young woman to flirt with was irrelevant now that I'd found Angela. And on top of that, I'd be driving and so couldn't even find solace by getting drunk. So all in all, I couldn't think of one single damned reason to go.




Anal At Last Ch. 08



I thought about it for a bit, trying to find a reason to go, because I'd said I would go, and I don't like backing out of promises. Then I remembered the catch in Sam's voice when she asked if Angela was coming over, and that I wanted to know if she'd watched the DVD and seen the photos, and a plan started to formulate...

On Friday, I phoned the groom, told him I was ill and won't be able to make it to the reception due to being on medication and not safe to drive, and said that we should catch up after his honey moon.

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My plan was that my "lift" was going to be delayed, inexplicably. I'd obviously be a bit bored because of the delay, and would chat with Samantha whilst waiting. Then I'd get a text, saying "Car broken down! Won't be able to make it," with the text being sent by one of those online web-to-text reminder services, which meant I didn't even have to ask Angela to send me the rescue text (after all, she didn't know about the possibility of Samantha having seen the DVD yet - I wasn't even sure whether I would tell her when I found out the truth - so I couldn't exactly ask her send me a rescue text as I had to ply Sam for information).

Then, to round off the evening, and the lies, I'd say that my car was in for a service (it was parked in the garage, so I knew Samantha hadn't seen it on the way into the house), and the wedding reception was too far away for a taxi.

All in all: the end result would be that I'd be staying at home for the evening, with the pleasure of her company, as she would probably not be keen on going back home when her dad and "Babs" were there, and by the time all this planning ended, it would probably be too late for her to go out with any friends. And I'd be dressed up the nines, ready for a night out - scrubbed, shaved, looking good in a tight-ish pair of trousers and a figure-hugging jumper, showing off my hard-earned toned body.

Why was I doing this? I'm not sure. I liked the idea of someone getting off on videos of me. I liked the idea of Samantha admiring me, wanting me. I liked the idea of someone watching Angela and me from the shadows. I liked the idea of, well, introducing (some would say 'corrupting') a naive young woman to wild and rampant sex. Hell, if I'm honest, that fantasy that Angela used to bring us off the other night... that would be nice! And if I could give Angela more ideas or opportunities for similar sessions, we would both benefit. But I honestly was convinced that neither Angela nor Samantha would be interested in anything in real life. It was also just plain nice to have a little project to ... OK, I admit it... to corrupt a young woman. A bit of harmless fun, if you like.

Want randy old goat of a man wouldn't want all that?

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Samantha turned up bang on time, as usual. I'd already put Daniel to bed as he was tired after we'd spend the day at one of those jungle-gym places for kids. (Mind you, I was tired as well, so fair play to him). She was wearing her normal sort of clothes - big baggy jumper hiding what I still thought of as a lovely pair of breasts; jeans that didn't hug her figure too much; some non-descript trainers. Her hair was dark, long, and pulled back with a scrunch or whatever they're called.

I told Samantha that I was waiting for my lift to arrive, even though I'd never arranged one, and I poured us some wine. She wasn't sure at first, but I explained that, as I'd said to her on a previous occasion, a glass or two was OK, just as long as she wasn't getting rat-arsed. Plus, personally speaking, I wanted her loosened up a bit more.

And that's where my sneaky plan came into play...

So there we were chatting away before I'd gotten the text to say the "lift" was cancelled. I've got two sofas in the living room, facing each other, and we took one each. She curled her legs up underneath her. I imagined what that position would be like if she wore a short skirt.

"So, Samantha, your dad mentioned you'd met a boy at church." She looked panicked. "I didn't realise you were a church-goer?" Relief flooded her face - I guess when I'd mentioned the boy, she thought I was going to ask about him. 

"Oh, yes, but I don't evangelise or otherwise talk about it much. My opinion is that if people are interested, they know where to find us."

"That's a fair approach," I responded. "Have you always been religious? And which religion is it?"

"Just a plain old Anglican. Nothing too outrageous, I'm afraid. I've not always been a believer - just the last year or two. I guess it has a lot to do with mum.... Dad's not too keen on it though."

"No?"

"Well, mum was Catholic, and although he wasn't, he kind of grew into it a bit over the years. He's not religious as such, but does believe that the Anglican church tries to be all things to all people, and ends being good at nothing - or 'Good for nothing' as he says. We've had some interesting... debates... about it."

"I'll bet. So has he met this young man of yours?" I said with a grin.

Samantha looked away, shyly, before responding. "No, he hasn't. Like I said the other day, he's just a friend."

And with that, I saw how I could draw the conversation round to Angela and I, and whether she'd seen me come on Angela's face, and seen the photos and DVDs.

"I remember how difficult it was at your age. Trying to get to know someone, but not having privacy at home to get to know someone... Samantha, listen, it's not really any of my business, and I don't want to offend your dad either. But here goes: you know me, I'm fairly liberal, and I try to stand by what I preach. Maybe I'll change my mind by the time Daniel hits his teens, but at the moment I think most teenagers are actually pretty decent, especially you, and I'm sure that you know where the lines are drawn. So... if you want to invite your boyfriend... sorry, your friend... over here when you're babysitting, you're more than welcome." She was shaking her head, no, already. "And that's an open invitation - no need to double check any time you change your mind. Just remember, I could walk in at any time, and I'd prefer not to catch you doing anything explicit..."

"Oh Andy, no, I'd never do that," she blurted out, "I'm saving my-." She stopped, flushing brighter than I've ever seen her, and taking a deep slug of the wine. Dutch courage I assume.

I paused, working out what had been coming next. Then it dawned on me.

"You're saving yourself for marriage, is that what you were going to say?"

"Well, yes. I didn't intend to say it, it just came out."

"Hey, it's OK. I admire your courage and patience - I know I couldn't have waited that long when I was your age. But... not having intercourse before marriage doesn't mean that you keep your hands off each other, does it?" I didn't wait for an answer, knowing I would only embarrass her. "So like I said, don't take it too far, in case I - or Daniel - should catch you in the middle of anything slightly risqué. It's very embarrassing when someone walks in you... er... being... intimate. Trust me, I've been on both sides of that situation."

She looked away again, flushing even more. So she HAD seen Angela and I that evening - I was convinced. There was no other reason for her reaction, as far as I could tell. The question was - should I mention that I'd seen her?

I continued: "I mean, if you were to catch Angela and I being intimate with each other, we'd all be very embarrassed, and I'd hate to put Angela or you through that." She looked even more embarrassed, if that was possible, and I was starting to feel uncomfortable with pushing it any further.

"I ... er... that is.... ummm." Samantha stumbled over what to say next, taking another gulp of wine to give her time to think.

"Samantha, listen carefully. As I said, I'm not your dad, and I'm blatantly not your mum. I'm just a guy trying to make his way in this very confusing world we live in. But I still remember what it's like to be a teenager with nowhere to go apart from your home and your car, and you don't even have a car. If you want to bring this guy back and have a bit of a kiss and a cuddle, and you don't fancy doing that in some seedy nightclub, honestly, it's fine. Just remember that there is a line drawn, and always keep an eye out for Daniel coming downstairs. With me, it's OK - you'll usually see the car or taxi pull up outside and have time to make yourselves decent, but with a light footstep of a young kid coming down carpeted stairs, when you're... er... otherwise distracted... you'll not hear him. So stick something behind the door to stop him coming in without knocking, please!" I grinned, as if making a joke.

She still looked flustered, so I thought I'd play another hand.

"OK.... I think you've got the point. Like I said, I don't agree with your religious views - personally, I think sex is one of the things, when done willingly between two adults, that brings two people closer together, and that's no bad thing in a world that drives us apart with so many pressures on our time and attention. 

"And I'll give you some advice even though you've not asked for it: I kind of understand why the whole not-before-marriage thing is important, even if I don't agree with it, but can you imagine what a disaster that might turn out to be? The two of you, saving yourselves, totally inexperienced, neither of you knowing anything other than what you've caught in films or cheap magazines, worried, nervous, embarrassed.

"And trust me, it ain't all like you see in the films. You wouldn't believe the fumbling that occurs even between two experienced people like Angela and I, on the first time or two we're together...." I sighed, as if remembering how good it felt. She sat staring into her wine-glass.

"So you'll have all that nervousness, plus all the high-hopes and expectations that your first night together will be a joyous event. After the most tiring day of your life, getting married. Jesus, that's a recipe for one totally disastrous night, if ever I heard one."

She tried to interject, but I carried on talking. "Ssshh, let me finish. So, my advice: don't wait. Get some experience, even if you don't go all the way. Learn how to be intimate with a guy even if you save the best till last. That way, on the big night, you've got some time doing things that you've done before, even if wasn't with him, before you get to the main event that you've never done before with anybody and only seen in movies. 

"That time in the beginning will help you both to feel more at ease, more comfortable with each other, and give you the space you need to just BE with each other, so that when it gets to the real thing, you'll already feel closer to him than you ever thought possible. And that's the most important, enjoyable, and downright fulfilling aspects of a sexual relationship.

"Just make sure the guy you pick for ..." I tried to find the right word. "Practice, if that's the right way of putting it, is someone you trust, someone who will respect you and your boundaries, who will understand that you'll only go so far and no further, and who won't talk about you and call you a prick-tease to the boys in the gym."

I stopped, running out of steam. Then I waited for her to respond.

"Andy, I... well... I don't know what to say... no-one's ever been as open with me before."

"Well, as keep saying, I'm not your dad. I don't see it as a personal issue if you start fooling around with boys, and I won't try to beat them to a pulp for messing with my little girl. From where I'm standing, you're an intelligent, mature, attractive young woman, even if you do dress like my mum at times." I grinned as I said this, as it was kind of a standing joke between us that she didn't dress like other teenagers. She laughed at that, the ice broken.

We sat for a while, sipping our wine. I could see she was chewing things over, so I left her to it until she was ready to speak.

A few minutes later, she plucked up the courage. "Andy.. can I ask a question?"

"Of course."

"Well, I don't mean to pry, and tell me if it's none of my business, but when you're with Angela... does it feel... I don't know .. special?"

I wasn't sure what she meant, and I wanted to draw her out a little bit more, to see what she knew about us. "How do you mean?"

"Hmmm. Well....you're not married to her, not living together, and she's not Daniel's mum. You're only fairly recently divorced, and you've not been together long enough to know if you're going to be together permanently... sorry, that must sound terrible, but you know what I mean. So ... er... doesn't it feel kind of..." Another gulp of wine. "Maybe ... cheap, when you're ... with her... physically, I mean?"

She paused, and hastily added: "I'm not saying Angela's cheap... or you obviously... but-"

"I know what you mean," I interjected, "and it's OK to ask." I paused, wondering which way to go now. "Angela is special, just maybe not in the way you imagined, and she will, I hope, be around for a long time. Maybe not permanently, but I stopped believing in that the first time a girl broke my heart." I decided to add a little something extra in. "She was a lot like you, actually. Worked hard at school, big plans for university, wanted an early marriage and kids and a white picket fence, was very pretty and sexy - " Sam looked away again, embarrassed. " - but she didn't know it herself when we first met. Once we'd been together for a while, when she'd started university, she kind of grew into herself. She took what I thought was special and threw it down the pan, shagging the captain of the uni rugby team. All those years of sexua- , I mean, of intimacy, flushed down the drain."

Samantha looked a bit taken aback. "You mean you were at college when you started-." Then she stopped suddenly.

I laughed wryly. "Nearly right. At school actually." She looked shocked. "Yes, at school. Late, compared to my classmates, maybe 15 or 16, and then right through college as well. But that makes the heart-breaking even harder when three of four years later she dumps you for the high school jock, so to speak... You look surprised?"

"Well, I know some of my friends have already, well, you know. But you surprised me - you seem a lot more sensible."

"Ah, you mean I seem a lot older. But even I was young once!" I laughed and took another sip of wine. She seemed more relaxed now, maybe glad to have someone to talk about this kind of thing other than her dad or brother. And maybe from the wine as well.

"No, no, it's not that Andy, you seem pretty, well, pretty cool for someone of your age. I mean, look at my dad. I mean he's lovely and everything, but he's gained a bit of weight, dresses like I would expect someone of your age to dress, and acts like a right old woman at times. But you're different, you..." She paused.

.".. I don't match any of that," I added on her behalf. She nodded. "I'm flattered! Well, some of that might be the whole divorce thing. When something like that happens, it's almost a personal insult, so it was important for me to get back on my feet, partly for my own sake, and Daniel's, and partly to show Sharon that I was getting on with my life. But with your mum and dad, there's nothing he could have done about what happened, so he was probably less inclined to respond the way I have. I've been keen for a while to find someone special; I've just been too busy. And it was easy for me to blame Sharon for the some of our problems, which made it easier to get over her. Whereas every time your dad looked at another woman with any amount of interest, I'll bet he's painfully reminded of your mum."

She didn't respond. Probably she was also being reminded of her mum's death and absence. 

Beep-beep - my text arrived. I looked at the phone, but didn't answer it, waving my hand as if to say "I'll get it in a minute."

"Can I ask one more question?" she asked. I nodded, signaling her to go ahead. "When you split up with your first girlfriend, and started seeing someone else... didn't you feel that your time with the first one was wasted and that it cheapened the time you spent with the next one?"

I knew the answer straight away, but waited a few moments as if considering her question. "Not really. Like I was saying earlier, about the first night you will have with your husband, and how having had some experience in this area will make it a whole-load more relaxed, and fulfilling, and enjoyable, when you do finally lose your virgini----." I coughed, acting embarrassed. "Well, say it like it is, Andy," I muttered partly to myself, and then continued. .".. when you do finally lose your virginity. In the same way, having been with my first girlfriend took the pressure off the start of that next relationship, and it lasted a long time; it was Sharon. OK, so you know how that ended, but it lasted a long time before it ended."

She thought again. "Do you think you and Sharon would have lasted if she'd been your first? If you'd not had... relations... with your first girlfriend?"

Gotcha, I thought. "Absolutely not. There's no way we'd have gotten over those first few times - she was too demanding, and wouldn't have had the patience. Probably a harbinger of things to come, now that I look back on it. Still, Daniel wouldn't be here without her, so I wouldn't change things even if I could. Which is why I'm saying: take the time to be involved with a boyfriend, before you get married - that way, your marriage will get off to an easier start, and it's at the start that you need a break, as you have so many other pressures on you... moving in together and getting used to that, financial pressures from the wedding and building a home together, new routines, et cetera. Adding an embarrassing and uncomfortable sex life is just asking for a real bad start to the relationship."

As much as I hated to break the flow, I thought it time to read my text. "Could you give me a moment?" I picked up the phone, read it, and exclaimed my distress at the cancellation of my lift. I pretended to be thinking through my options out loud, so that she could follow my master plan - I couldn't drive because the car is in for a service. Didn't want to go by taxi - too expensive for a party I wasn't too keen on to begin with.

Then I summarised. "Ah, I guess I'm staying in for the night. Damn! I hope you're not disappointed?"

She stood up. "No, it's OK, I'll just get my things together."

"Well, you could go, or you could just stay here for the evening. You said that your dad was cooking dinner for Barbara tonight. If you want to stay here till after she's gone, you're more than welcome."

She thought about it for a moment. "No Andy, I'll just be in your way."

"Don't talk tosh. I like having you around - you keep me young!" I said, my cheekiest smile on my face. "Besides, any man of my age would love to have a lovely young woman like you around all night without any distractions and to talk about sex." I waggled my eyebrows and wiggled my hand by my eyebrow, as if waggling a pair of glasses up and down. It was my best Eric Morecambe impression, but I think she was too young to recognise it. By about 20 years, I thought in dismay. But she appreciated the light-hearted joke. 

"Now, what do you want to eat - the choice is only limited by what we can order by phone."

"I haven't said I'm staying yet!" she exclaimed, laughing.

"Sorry, you're too young and frumpily-dressed - your opinion doesn't count," I argued.

We ordered chinese, paying by credit card as I had no cash on me, and I added some spare ribs to start - purely to fuel my sordid fantasies of seeing her lick her fingers, of course. Then I topped up her wine.

"Can I ask you a question, Samantha?" She nodded her approval. "This is a bit of a deeper and more personal conversation than I would normally expect to be having with someone your age... is there something on your mind? I mean, I'd like to think that maybe you could talk to your dad, or brother, or a friend about things, but I kind of get the impression that you've been thinking around something for a while, and they're not the right people to talk to. And if you can't talk to someone else, you might as well talk to someone outside your immediate circle of friends and family, for an outsider's opinion.."




Anal At Last Ch. 09



[The story so far: I've recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son by myself. After a long abstinence, I've met a woman (Angela) and we've been indulging in anal sex, new to both of us. In the course of getting to know each other, I'd helped her out with an email problem, and as a result, gotten access to her email, after seeing one from a friend of hers (Jules for short, probably Julia or Julie - I'd never met her or heard of her). My babysitter (Samantha) was staying at my place one night, and caught me "doing a money shot" over Angela, and I saw her in the shadows of the stairs. None of us had broached the issue, but in a deep conversation one night with Samantha, I found myself backed into a corner and admitting that I did think about her naked... 

The cast:
Me: 36 yrs male
My son: Daniel
My girlfriend: Angela, 40 yrs
The babysitter: Samantha, 18 yrs
Samantha's  dad: Bill
Samantha's brother: David
Bill's late wife: Michelle
Bill's girlfriend: Barbara
Angela's friend: Jules
My ex-wife: Sharon
Daniel's friend: Stephen
Stephen's parents: Ken and Simone]

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I sat with baited breath. I'd just divulged that I thought about her naked, with all the implications behind that. How would she respond?

She just sat there. Perhaps not the first thing I thought she'd do. Run out screaming? That was on the list of "Possible responses to me telling an 18 year old girl I thought about her naked". Slap me? That was on the list too. But just sit there? No way. 

I waited. Letting her finish whatever thinking she was doing.

The doorbell rang. Jesus wept, of all the times to come, why is the take-away coming NOW? 

I sat there, till Samantha got up and answered the door, looking like a zombie as she walked across the room. A few moments later she came back in carrying the take-away.

"Mmm. Smells good," she said.

OK, what's going on?, I wondered. She put the bags on the coffee table, went into the kitchen and returned with plates and cutlery, still saying nothing. Then she dished up some of the food onto our plates, and handed one to me.

"Samantha, say something. What's going on?"

"Eat up before it gets cold Andy.... Oh, yum, this beef is delicious."

She picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV. One of those programs came on where people send in clips of their animals doing stupid things. We sat, in silence to begin with; eventually starting to chuckle at some of the clips, till eventually it was like nothing had happened. But I could tell by a glazed look on her face when the adverts came on, that she was still thinking things over every now and again.

But I knew that it had all happened, and that we had to deal with it. So when we finished, I took our plates away (she didn't like spare ribs, unfortunately, so I didn't get my kick of seeing her suck her fingers clean). I sat back down, on the sofa opposite, and flicked off the TV.

"Samantha. We've just had a very open heart-to-heart, and I'd like to know where we stand. Talk to me."

She sat back in the sofa, hugging her baggy jumper around her.

"Andy, it's weird. I mean, I never thought that you would think of me like that... and I'm not sure what I think."

I waited for her to continue.

"Can I be frank with you?" she said, eventually.

"Of course."

"Well - don't get too freaked out here, heaven knows I'm freaked out enough myself - but part of me likes the idea that you think of me that way. No-one has ever felt that way before - or at least they've never admitted it - and it's nice to know that I can have that effect on a man." She took a sharp breath in. "Oh! I don't mean you specifically, of course. Just a man… Any man.

"But part of me is scared that I don't really know how to respond to that. I'm eighteen years old, and I don't know how to handle someone who thinks of me like that. Don't you think that's pathetic?"

"Not at all Samantha - you're not the only one like that. Hell, there were times when I was with Sharon that women came on to me, and I - In fact, now that I mention it, there's a woman at the swimming pool who regularly still does come onto me in the most brazen way, and I STILL don't know how to handle her. And I'm a damned site older than you are. Don't you think THAT'S pathetic?"

She snorted her approval. "Yeah, I guess so. You got me beat. I guess I'm saying it's a lot to think about. And I guess I should be flattered, though."

"So... are we still friends?"

"Oh Andy, you're such a boy sometimes. How can we be friends when all you can think about is what I've got under these clothes?" As she said this, she smoothed down the front of her jumper, allowing her shape to show through for once. Was that deliberate? Either way, those puppies look delicious, I couldn't help thinking. Then she smirked at me, obviously having seen where I was looking. I shook my head, laughing, and turned the TV back on.

We spent the next hour or so in near silence, watching TV. Me wondering how this was going to end - would she want to even speak to me in future? Would she think I fancied her? Would she tell her dad? - and her seeming to take a few opportunities to stretch, thrusting her boobs out, or looking at me from the corner of her eye then looking away quickly as I returned the look. But at other times, she looked worried, deep in thought, as though she really wasn't sure what to do next.

Then she stood up. "Andy, I think I'd better go. I've got a lot to think about, and it'll be easier back at home."

"Of course," I said, standing up quickly to help her get ready. "I'll phone for a -". Then I remembered. "Oh hell."

"What's wrong?"

"Well your dad ... errm... after we met at the supermarket... he phoned me later, and we kind of agreed that I'd be out late tonight, to keep you here... " I hastily corrected myself. "- I mean, to give your dad some quiet time with Babs."

"I know full well what you meant. Dad wants me out of the way so he can have Barbara to himself.  After all, that's what you men think about all the time, right?"

I couldn't tell whether she was angry or playing. "Well, that's not what I meant -"

"That's exactly what you meant. If you meant it about you, then it applies to my dad as well."

"Now Angela, be real, your dad's a nice bloke -"

"Yes, a nice bloke. But still a bloke. And I thought you were a nice bloke, and you've admitted that you have lewd thoughts about me. Case closed. He wanted me out of the way, so that..." She paused mid-rant. "Oh, what's the use. So that's the plan is it? I stay here tonight?"

"Well, not the plan, but it's a suggestion. And I never said I had lewd thoughts, just that I imagine you naked."

"You can't get that much lewder. Right then..." She paused, thinking for a moment, "If I'm being kicked out of my own bed, maybe we should go to yours. Come on, let's go to bed." She held her hand out to me to lead me upstairs.

Fuck me! I didn't see that one coming!

"I... er.... sorry?", I spluttered.

"Well, if you're having lewd thoughts about me, maybe we should follow up on them. After all, your advice was to practice before I get married."

"You want to ... with me... now?"

She looked at me for a moment, and then burst out laughing. "Oh, Andy, you should see your face. I wish I had a camera." Then she stepped towards me, leaned in, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "You're a decent man, Andy. It's good to have a friend like you. But right now, I need to think about what you've said. So I'm going to bed. The spare bed. Alone. And you can go upstairs and ... well, think about what Angela said to you on the phone, for example. And please, whatever you do, try to ignore the fact that I didn't bring any pyjama's with me, and I certainly won't be wearing these Mrs Doubtfire clothes when I'm in my bed tonight."

And with that, she went upstairs. No, she flounced up them. How could someone so naive be so coquettish as well. That was enticing combination. 

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I phone Angela a bit later. 

"Hey babe," she answered, "how are you and sweet, sweet Samantha getting on?"

"Fine... but I had to admit something to her."

"Oh jesus, Andy, what's happened?"

"Well, I kind of painted myself into a corner, whilst talking about how all boys do is think about women, specifically women naked, all the time. And men do it as well. And how boys and men wank alot. And -"

"And she asked you if you thought about her like that?"

"Yes. How did you know?"

"I'm a woman. That's what I'd ask."

"Oh. I see… Well she didn't ask if I wanked over her. Just if I imagined what she looked like naked."

"And I'm guessing from your tone of voice that you said yes."

"What was I supposed to say? She looked like it was really important how I answered. If I said no, she'd have been upset. If I said yes, well... she might have been upset as well, but at least there was a slight chance she might be flattered and pleased." 

"What you mean is, if you'd said yes, you were hoping certain things would happen, right?"

"No, Angela, be serious. Well, OK, maybe a little bit. But I would have stopped it, as that wouldn't have been right."

"But it would have boosted your frail little man's ego to know that she, a sweet innocent 18 year old, wanted you, an old fart. I know, I know, I've been there before. So how did she react?"

"Well, she thought about it a lot. We had dinner. She teased me, and now she's gone to bed."

"And you want me to come over and do the whole Samantha fantasy thing again, is that it?"

"Baby, you know that's not what I want. Well, OK, again, maybe a little bit of me. Actually, quite a big bit of me. And it's getting bigger by the second... Anyway, I wanted your advice on what to do next. You're a woman, you should know better than me." I waited for her divine inspiration.

"I'm a woman, am I? Glad to noticed. I was beginning to think that your obsession with my ass had got you all confused. So she's talking to you, joking, flirting, and you're still asking me what to do?"

"Yes. And I'm still waiting for an answer, I hasten to add."

"She seems OK to me. Let her sleep on it. Call me in the morning if the shopping's off."

"Is that it?"

"What did you expect?"

"Well, I was kind of hoping you'd say something which would lead me into seducing you to coming over here for the night."

"So that you could call me Samantha as you came in me? No chance, baby. You're pleasing yourself tonight. Give me a call tomorrow. 'Night!"

And with that, she was gone.


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I sat up for a bit longer, ruminating over everything that happened, and then went to bed. But before actually going to sleep, I logged and quickly checked my email, and obviously check Angela's as well.

There was another mail from Jules. This time, I scrolled to the bottom and read back up the way, from the oldest mail to the newest, in order.


First, there was an initial mail from Jules:

Angela, my dearest.

What's the latest on the Andy front? Is the hunk of spunk still going strong? 

I had a chance to watch that video of yours at last. I know I was there filming it, but it's always great to see the output of your own artistry without seeing it through the lens. I think it turned out quite well, don't you?

I bet he wanked himself stupid watching it.

My, how I'd have loved to have been a fly on that wall. I can see it now, Andy wanking that fine cock of his, playing with his balls, unable to take his eyes of you with that vibe in your asshole. I bet he came when you started pushing the rabbit into you as well - no hot blooded hetero man could resist that, I'll bet.

Here's some news: I met a new beau last night: Nick. Or Nick the Prick as I've called him. Not in a bad way (as in, he's not a total prat like that last gym catch), but in a good way (he's scrummy, and almost as well endowed as Andy). Nice fit body. Buns of steel and all that. 

Sweet jesus, but it's been a good time since I had a nice stiff cock in me. Nick was great - taking it slowly at first and then getting a bit more physical with each passing minute... and there were a lot of them, let me tell you. He probably lasted longer than any one I've ever been with (and honey, you know that's saying something!). I think I'm walking a bit funny today as a consquence!

Maybe the four of us could get together, waddyafink? I can just see it now, you and me kneeling on the sofa, our arses bared to the world, with Andy and Nick standing tall and proud behind us, unable to believe they're about to fuck the best asses available in the world. Then we'd get the boys lubed up, and let them get us lubed up, and then they push into our rears at the same time, filling us to the brim.

That would be sweet ... you and I getting our arses reamed together... side by side. Will the boys be able to last as long when they're seeing two delectable little pairs of cheeks side-by-side?

Of course, you know my penchant for a little ass-to-mouth, so I'd be forced to go down on both of them after they'd come in our tushes. I hope you don't mind... it might be the only chance I get to touch the fantasy-made-real that is Andy....

Hugs,
J. x


Jesus, she wants a foresome? I wondered how Angela would take that, and read on eagerly.



Jules, you trollop, keep your greedy eyes and grubby little hands of my fellow.

It's going well with Andy, really well. I trust him totally. So stop taking the piss out him. 

You know on the video I mentioned wearing a schoolgirl outfit, well I've gone and bought one. Jesus, I look positively nasty in it. I think he'll come in his pants when he sees me - short skirt, blouse tied off at the waist, knee-length socks, and I'll be wearing pigtails. Just like Britney.... boy, that girl's got a lot to answer for. I'm going to surprise him with it soon. I'm loving the pigtails - I'm hoping he'll use them to hold me back while he gives me a right old going over.

Do you think he'll follow up on the "Daddy" section of the video? Now, you know me, I've got nothing like that going on with my dad, where-ever he is now, but it's one of my secret fantasies: to be spanked by some archetypal father-figure, stern, demanding, impossibly turned on at the writhing female flesh beneath him, knowing that it should be avoided at all costs, but unable to resist the call of the loins and the smell of hot female juices wafting up from below his hand..

Andy did get a hard on when we spanked recently (listen to me, it's ALL recently, given how long we've known each other)... I just think he won't go along with the Daddy bit - as he IS actually a dad, it'll seem a bit weird to him. I wish he would though - it'll be the fulfillment of a lifelong fantasy.

If he does, I'm going to do something special for him in return: he mentioned at some point that he's never been deep-throated. I'd love to do it, but never met a man big enough, or important enough to me, for me to bother learning. Do you have any tips?

Angela.

Only one thought crossed my mind: "Ah man, that's gonna be one hot session. 'Do I want to be the Daddy?' ... who the fuck wouldn't when it's Angela being the girl? And knowing he's going to get deep-throated afterwards?" I could feel my prick paying attention already....

Then finally, Jules' reply: 

Ang baby, of course I'll teach you my tricks. But it's gotta be a practical exam, not a theoretical one. Bring that well-used old vibrator of yours over one night (how's about Thursday?) and I'll teach you everything I know. By the time I've finished with you, you'll be able to deep-throat a sword. And I don't mean a pork one!

And if the worst comes to the worst, we'll do this: you turn up in your little girls outfit and get yourself fucked good and proper. Then tie him up, blindfold him, I'll come out of hiding, and I'll give him his deepthroat. He'll never be able to tell the difference. Of course, if he wants it again in future, you'll need to keep on wheeling me out, but I think I'll survive. Hell, maybe I should tie you up as well and let Andy's nine-incher stretch my back passage as well as yours. Sounds, interesting, yes? 


Love and kisses,
J.

What? Jules was going to teach Angela how to deep throat? Jesus, I hoped it works. I'd never been deep-throated till that point. And she was joking about standing in for Angela if Angela couldn't do it... wasn’t she?

To say that my dreams were all about Samantha would be a lie. Many of them involved Samantha and Angela. Others involved Samantha, Angela, and the as-yet-unseen Jules, all three of them deep-throating me in turn. Then me tied to the bed, Jules planting her ass on my cock, Angela and Samantha kissing her, sucking her tits, fingering her cunt, licking her cunt and then kissing me.


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I woke up with a raging erection, but could hear Samantha and Daniel downstairs playing, so I took the rare opportunity to lay back and have a quick wank, thinking about Angela coming over later, and her and I having quick and dirty sex together.

Then I showered, dressed and went into the kitchen. I could hear Angela's voice as I went downstairs, the two girls planning their day out. I turned the corner into the kitchen, and there was Angela - dressed in ass-hugging culottes, a blouse with a low-cut neckline, and her hair pulled up in a clip behind her head - and Samantha - dressed only in a pretty tight t-shirt, that came half-way down her thighs, and some pyjama bottoms. And quite blatantly, no bra.

I stopped to take in the scene.

"Andy, sorry," said Samantha, "this is all I had to wear. No jokes about my dress sense!" That made it all the more painfully aware to me that she had not much on, if anything underneath it. And jesus christ her tits looked amazing. Just jiggling around as she shifted position. In fact, I could see her nipples, slightly stiff against the material. Below that, she had what seemed to be a flat stomach (at least, the t-shirt was loose around her waist), a large but shapely ass (the t-shirt hugged it in all the right places).

I stared, my mind gone blank.

"Something wrong Andy?" asked Angela, smirking at me.

"Er... no. I'm just not used to seeing you walk around like that," I said to Samantha.

"It was Angela's idea. I had that old dressing gown of yours on, that hangs behind the door in the spare room. But I was getting hot running around with Danny, so when Angela arrived, she suggested I take it off. And this is all I've got, apart from my clothes which are airing upstairs." As she said this, she grasped the front of her t-shirt to show me what she meant.

My mind seized at this point, unable to deal with the transformation from Big Baggy Jumper Girl to No Bra and Tight T-Shirt girl. I went into auto-pilot, saying good morning to Daniel, playing with him for a few minutes, and then making my breakfast while the girls chatted. Angela kept making eye contact, nodding her head as if to tell me to check out Samantha (like I needed any persuasion!) when the girl wasn't looking. Samantha, for her part, just kept flouncing around. I'd say she was doing it on purpose, but I thought she was just somewhat innocent of the effect it was having me.

As I finished my breakfast, Samantha leapt up from her seat, setting her juicy breasts wobbling under the t-shirt, and said she's going for a shower. Angela moved over to the seat next to me, checked that Daniel was still engrossed, and slid her hand up my thigh.

"Just as I thought," she whispered. "Another hard-on caused by that girl. One of these days that's going to upset me." She slid her hand up and down my bulge as she talked. "She hasn't mentioned anything specific about last night, other than to say that you'd had a big talk about boyfriends, and her dress sense, and you'd made some good points that she was going to take on board. What have you been telling that girl, you dirty old bastard?"




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"Just that I think it's a bad idea for her to save herself for marriage - yes, that's what she's been doing - without getting some basic grounding in first. Otherwise, her and her husband will be together on the first night, neither of them knowing what to do, and it'll be a disaster."

She was still rubbing me. "And I bet you'd like to be the one to give her that grounding, correct?"

"No, I'm an old man, and one woman's enough for me," I said, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead.

She whispered in my ear. "Your cock seems to think otherwise."

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Daniel came over then, to show Angela a toy, and thankfully Angela had the decency to play with him. I watched them together - for a woman who had no kids, she really got on with him. Daniel then went out on his bike in the garden, at which point Samantha came down, back in her baggy clothes from yesterday. The girls quickly got ready to go out, when I couldn't resist any longer.

"Samantha, are you really going out wearing those old clothes from yesterday?"

"Andy, I don't really have a choice, do I? Since you and dad planned for me to stay here without actually asking ME, I didn't exactly think I needed a change of clothes". Angela looked at me, then a quizzical look on her face, not knowing what Samantha meant by 'the plan'.

"Well, I at least hope you've got some clean underwear on."

Sam looked at me as well. "Again, Andy, no-one thought to inform me of their plans for me, so why would I be carrying fresh underwear around?"

"Pooh, stinky", I said, holding my nose.

"Oh, Andy, you're so naive sometimes..." said Angela, laughing.

I looked at her, not sure what she meant.

Samantha clarified. "What makes you think I've got any underwear on?" she said, as the two girls bounced out the door, laughing hysterically at their joke, leaving me speechless.

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I decided to have a cup of tea, watching Daniel play in the garden and shouting across to the boy next door.

A little later, there was a knock at the door. It was Bill. I welcomed him in, and made him a cup of coffee whilst we chatted about the latest gossip, work etc. Then we sat down. It turned out he'd phoned Samantha to see what her plans for the day, and she'd told him she was going to be out all day, so he'd come over for a chat.

"Bill, what's up? You don't normally pop round for a chat. Is Samantha OK?". One thought was flashing round my head: I hope to God she's not told her dad about the recent events.

"Err. Well, kind of. Just that I'm a bit worried about her."

"Go on."

"Well," he continued, "it’s just… I… er….”

“Bill, just say it. It’s me, remember?”

“Well, it’s Sam... she's young, and impressionable. If someone said something or did something that she misunderstood, I think she... she'd think there was more going on than there is. Then when the guy corrected his error, I think she'd be hurt. I'd rather that didn't happen."

Uh oh, what's going on? I thought.

"I'm not sure what you mean," I said.

"Look, Andy, I hate to say this. We're both grown men, so we know how it is. Many men of our age would be flattered if a girl of Sam's age -"

"Woah, Bill, there's nothing like that going on, believe me," I said, a bit loudly perhaps.

Good job her wasn't here an hour ago to see his precious little daughter flouncing around displaying her wares in that bra-less t-shirt.

"No, Andy, I know. That's not what I meant. It's not that you might try anything, just that she might misunderstand... Please, don't let that happen." I could tell his heart was breaking at the thought of his little girl coming home in tears one night.

Jesus, she has said something. Otherwise why is he coming to me, why now, and why on this topic?

I reached across and grabbed his shoulder. "Bill, don't worry. First, Sam's a bit more worldly-wise than you think she is. You're her father, so obviously you don't think that, but she's a teenager in today's world, at a university in a big city. I suspect that she's knows more about the world than we did at her age. Hell, she probably knows more than we do now! But she loves you to bits, and wouldn't do anything to hurt you, even if it means she has to act a bit more innocent around you to protect her father."

He grimaced, and then nodded slowly.

"But tell me, what's brought all this on?" I asked.

"Well, I was talking with Babs last night, about Sam, and where she was, and you, and she kind of jumped to a conclusion. You know, single guy of your age, impressionable young girl... it's not hard to see that something might happen. Whether intentional or not."

"Alright, I can appreciate Barbara's concern. But you know me Bill: Sam's like a daughter to me. She's a good kid, great with Daniel, and I trust her with my home.... which is more than I will Daniel when he's older! She'll be fine. I'll make sure of that when she's here and you're not around."

He sighed. "Thanks Andy. For everything. She's all I've got. I just want to protect her."

"I know Bill, I know."

We sat for a moment, slightly embarrassed at this man-to-man chat.

"Is that it all Bill? I get the impression there's more?"

He looked uncomfortable. "Well, it's like this. I guess it all started the other day, when we met in the shops, remember Sam running off to get ice cream?"

I nodded.

"Well, when she picked the ice cream, something dawned on me. The way she picks ice cream is the way she'll pick her men, and the way she does everything else when she sets her mind to it. She won't just go for the plain stuff, she'll go for the exotic and unusual."

Is this the same Sam we're talking about? She's hardly exotic and unusual, as much as I intend her to be in the future.

"What I'm trying to say is...that... she won't go for this boy from church. Oh, she'll chat a bit, go out with him because he nice, and all that. But it won't be enough. She'll want something more ... exotic, as I said."

I waited to see how this applied to me.

"And then when I was chatting with Babs last night, it dawned on me that, given her lifestyle,  and how little free time she gets, ‘exotic’ means one of two things: some punk-goth art student from uni.... or ... you."

Oh shit!

He obviously saw the look on my face. "Now Andy, calm down. I'm not saying you'll do anything, you're too decent for that. But she might want to do something, if you know what I mean. I mean look at you – you’re the same age as me give or take a year, but I'm middle-aged, whereas you're... I dunno ... Mr Sexy Mature Guy. You've got the confidence that a lot of older guys have, but you're not bald and dumpy like the rest of us. Now Sam won't go for an art student - they'll be too immature for her. Which leaves, well, you."

Yeah, and I'm too decent, so you think, I thought

"And I don't want her silly girlish crush on you, if it happens, to turn into a disaster."

"Bill, it'll be OK. I think if she does get a crush on me, Angela will take her aside and have a good chat, before I've even noticed. You know how women pick up on these things sooner than men. Her and Ang get on like a house on fire - in fact, they're shopping right now - ".

Oops, better not say any more on that point. Don't want him to think I'm turning his daughter into a tarty-dresser.

"Oh, are they? That's good. When Sam said she'd be gone all day, I just assumed she must have gone to the university library or something."

"No, no. They're shopping. No idea what for - they had it all discussed, arranged, and decided before I even got out of bed. It's a girls' day out, I think - they were talking about lunch and a glass of wine when they left."

"That's good. Sam's been missing an older woman's touch since ... well, since her mum passed on. I was hoping Babs could fill in a bit, but it's too early for that."

I suspected that Babs was also more like her grandmother in attitude, rather than a young mum.

"Yeah," I continued, "they get on fine. A little too fine actually - they keep ganging up on me."

And oh what I wouldn't give for them to gang up a little more actively on me. I could see Angela straddling me, her cunt in my face, whilst Samantha lowered her tight little box onto my straining cock. Then - 

Then I remembered I was supposed to be talking to Bill!

"So... that's a bit of a strange conversation considering it started with ice cream. So what fangle-dangle ice cream did she pick?"

"Humph." He smiled as he answered, the love for his sometimes foolish daughter on his face. 

Shit, what am I thinking of? Samantha's young, naive, unaware of what sexually obsessive bastards men can be, and I'm taking advantage of her. She'll fall for me and end up heart-broken and upset, all because I want to turn a young virgin into a wanton harlot, if she'll let me. And I'll go running back to Angela, or someone like her, when it's all done, my heart still in the one whole piece that it's been in for years, even if it gets a little scratched and dented as a result of messing with Samantha.

Those thoughts flashed through my mind in a split second, and I decided there and then that enough was enough. No more toying with Samantha. Advice, yes, but no leading her on.

Bill was still talking: "She picked out some bloody fish food stuff - ice cream with bits in it. I'm just a plain vanilla man myself".

Yes, I suspect you are, I thought. And the world needs good vanilla men like you to keep dirty old men like me in check.

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Later that day, Angela phoned to say they'd be coming home later than planned, maybe around 9:00. Apparently, they'd had such a good day that they were going out for dinner as well. So I put Daniel to bed that night, and sat reading, waiting for their return. When the girls arrived back home, I don't think I'd ever seen two woman with so many bags. I just stared in amazement as they put down the shopping and threw themselves onto the sofa, looking happy but tired out.

"Nothing like a bit of retail therapy," said Angela. "Oh, and you owe me a heap of money. After all she's told me about how much you take the piss out of her clothes, I bought her plenty of things as an apology, and so you owe me big time. We'll work out how much, later."

I started to say something -

"Now, now, Andy, you know it's fair. This poor girl's suffering from low self-esteem due to your constant piss-taking. Now close your mouth, get out into the kitchen, and make us a cup of tea. We deserve it after spending so much of your money."

I stood for a moment, staring at the two girls, and decided there was nothing for it but to make the tea. I went out to the kitchen and waited for the kettle to boil. As I waited, Angela came in, walked up to me, and wrapped me in a hug.

"You should see that girl," she said. "She's stacked. The loveliest pair of young tits I've seen outside of porn movies, and a nice hourglass figure to match. I can't believe she's worn those frumpy old clothes all the time." She pulled me closer, and kissed my neck and ear. I could smell the wine they'd had for lunch and dinner on her breath. "And I'm serious about you owing me loads of money. I've decked that girl out in clothes that will make your head spin, and you'll be creaming your pants for weeks to come every time you see her in something new. You owe me big time. You can start tonight by making that tea, and then later you can give me a good hard fucking. Then go down on me and don't come up for air till I tell you to stop."

She reached her hand down to my groin, and started rubbing. "Honestly Andy, you should see her. Big breasts, firm but wobbly as well. Although judging by the interest your cock was showing this morning, you obviously noticed her bra-less state. She's got a nice stomach - not too flat, just the right hint of curviness to show she's a woman. A big but round ass - you've got to see it some time, it's just right for you to rub your hard cock in between and come all over her back. Nice firm legs - they'd grip you nice and firmly when you go down on her..." I was getting hard at all this talk and her manhandling of me. "... and she can virtually tie a knot in her tongue - don't ask how we got round to that bit of conversation."

She slid my zip down and pushed her hand into my fly, rubbing my cock through my boxers. "Mmmm. Nice. Are you getting turned on with the thought of Samantha's hot little body warming your bed one day? Dirty little boy. I thought I was the only woman for you. Whatever am I going to do with you?" At that, she pulled out her hand, zipped up my fly, and laughed at my consternation.

"Now, make the tea, and bring out some biscuits. We need the energy boost. Oh... and brace yourself, we've bought a little surprise for you as well." At that, she left the kitchen and went back into the living room.

I made the tea, and took the drinks and biscuits through. The girls had strewn their purchases all over the place - skirts lay on the sofa, shoe boxes scattered over the floor, a couple of jumpers and blouses lay hung over the back of a chair, and a nice red bra lay on the sofa next to Samantha. When she saw me coming in, she grabbed the bra and thrust it into a bag, blushing furiously.

"Andy," she said. "Angela's only joking about the money for the clothes. I can afford it."

"No you can't," said Angela. "He owes you big time for the all the favours you do looking after Daniel, and he knows it. You just sit there and Andy and I will work something out tonight. He'll pay for it, don't you worry. Especially when he sees the little surprise we've bought him."

The two girls looked at each other and burst out laughing, Samantha blushing even more if that was possible. Angela noticed my confused expression. "Don't worry Andy, you'll like it. It's only something small... " Again, they burst out laughing. When Angela recovered her breath, she continued. "... it's only something small, but I'm sure it'll fit." More laughter.

I gave up trying to work out what their little game was, and sat down with my cup of tea. We chatted about the day as we drank, again with more little sniggers between the two girls, obviously at my expense, and I realised that they'd both had more than a few glasses of wine each. Then Angela took Samantha's cup out of her hands, and patted her on the thigh. "Come on then Samantha, give us a show. I think the first thing should be... let me think now... the top from TopShop with the.. yes, the denim skirt from Debenhams. I'll give you a hand to carry our stuff upstairs, and then we'll give Andy a pirouette or two in our new gear. Andy, pour some wine. White please."

The girls flounced upstairs, and I waited till they came back in. Angela entered first, wearing a little black dress, black high heels, and her hair up in a clasp. Yumm, she looked good. I licked my lips obviously, as I looked at her, but I didn't get a chance to say anything. 

"May I present... Samantha, the star of the evening, showing a cute little number from the high street fashionistas. We're calling this outfit... 'Where Were They Hiding?' Samantha, come on down...."

Samantha came in. My jaw dropped. The top from TopShop was a loose thing, with a scooped neck showing just a hint of the large cleavage that she must have had underneath it. It went to just below her waist, meeting the tightest denim skirt I'd seen in a long time. She had a lovely arse - round, big, firm - on top of a lovely toned pair of legs. She looked uncomfortable, I think because of the amount of leg she had showing. 

"Come on Sam, give us a twirl," said Angela. Samantha did so, bending those lovely legs as she posed a bit for us.

"Well, well, well. What a nice pair of legs you've been hiding under those jeans, young lady," I said. "You should get them out a bit more... they're looking a bit pasty."

Angela gave me a hard look. Oops, maybe that wasn't the best time to pick on Samantha, just as she was coming out of her shell for the first time.

But the wine must have gone straight to her head: "Oh, I will Andy. Angela said the same when she saw my legs - "

Oh yes, and when did she see them? I thought, imagining the two of them holed up together insider a tight changing cubicle.

" - so I'm going to start sunbathing in a nice skimpy bathing costume I bought today. It's really very small, quite outrageous really..."

Angela joined in: "Yes Andy. Quite small. Especially for a nubile young woman like Sam. It's almost obscene."

".. the only problem is, Andy," continued Samantha, "is that I'll be bathing in the privacy of my own garden, so you'll never see me in it." The girls burst out laughing again, as Samantha went back out the room to head upstairs. From where I sat, I could see her as she walked up them, and from the distance, her big bubble butt looked .... yum.

Angela shouted after her: "Sam? Try the green top, and those jeans with the embroidery next". Then she came over to me, curling up on the sofa, bending her legs underneath her, flashing a hint of inner thigh under the tight black dress. She reached over to my cock and started rubbing. "I bet you'd like to see that, wouldn't you? Those breasts bulging out over the tiny little costume she bought. The thong of her bottom getting stuck between those two lovely arse cheeks. And her rubbing suntan lotion all over." I was getting hard again as she rubbed me. "And she'd be unable to reach her back, so she'd lay on her front, and ask you to rub oil on her back. Would you be able to resist working your way down to that arse, hoping for a glimpse of her tight little asshole as you spread her cheeks, looking to see if the front of her costume was stained with her juices as she got turned on by you." She grinned at my discomfort, and carried on rubbing as Samantha came downstairs again. Just in time, Angela sat back on the sofa, looking all innocent.

Sam came in. Oh lord. Having just had Angela do what she did, the last thing I needed was for Sam to come in like she did. A tight dark green t-shirt with some logo on it, clinging to her large chest, but also tight round her waist, emphasising the curve of her hips as they spread to good effect in the tight pale blue jeans she had on. 

"Come on then Sam, give us another swirl," said Angela. Sam twirled around a bit, then walked up and down the living room a couple of times, play-acting a model on the catwalk. Her hips and ass looked great in those jeans, but when topped with that tit-hugging t-shirt. Jesus.

As Sam paraded away from us, Angela caught my eye and looked pointedly at my still-hard cock. She pursed her lips, and smiled a secret little smile as she let her eyes wander back to Sam, who was turning back towards me.

"Do you like it Andy?" asked Sam.

"Like it? Well... it's a little daring for you isn't it?"

"Yes, but Angela thought I'd look cracking in it, and green is my colour, so I thought I'd give it a shot. You don't like it, do you?" She looked upset by this.

"No, no, it's not that. I do like it... It's just taking me a while to adjust from the girl in the big baggy jumpers that you normally wear. But... well... wow!", I exclaimed, running my eyes up and down her.

She smoothed out the t-shirt, running her hands up and down her stomach, emphasising those boobs of hers. "You don't think it's too tight on top?"

"Er... well... it depends on the context," I answered. "If I were you, I wouldn't let your dad see you in that gear."

Angela spoke: "Don't be silly, Andy, it's not for her dad. It's for someone else." She raised an eyebrow at me suggestively - the eyebrow that Sam couldn't see from where she was. Did she mean me?

"The boy she's met at church," continued Angela, laughing at me. "Seriously Andy, did you think I meant that Sam had bought this for you? What do you think this is - Andy's peep show? You're supposed to be vetting these outfits to see if they're too tarty for that young man, not getting a kick out of it yourself, you dirty old man." 




Anal At Last Ch. 09



I couldn't believe she'd said that with Sam in the room. "Sam, don't listen to her. I'm not getting a kick out of this. Well, I am, but... well... you know what I mean. You look great... but you're a bit young for me and I'm not getting anything out of this that I shouldn't be. I mean..."

Angela interrupted. "See Sam, I told you he'd get all flustered at how good you looked. Now go try something else on."

Sam smiled at me and went back upstairs, wriggling that arse in those tight jeans as she left.

Angela reached over to me, unzipped my fly, and thrust her hand inside. "Mmm, you're still hard. There's a surprise. You love this, don't you? This curvy young woman flaunting herself in front of you... What do you think she'll wear next? Just some underwear, do you think? That dark red bra that you noticed earlier has got a lovely pair of knickers to go with it. Do you think she'll wear them, letting you see her tits and ass in all their glory? .... I was there you know, when she tried them on... she's got a lovely body... all full-figured, curvy in all the right places, great complexion, and all creamy like a good English rose kind of girl.... But she had some problems getting the bra done up, so I had to come into the changing room to help. I stood behind her, and helped her to fit the bra correctly. You should feel those puppies Andy, they're nice and heavy.  I had to do quite a bit of adjustment to get them right..." She was wanking me now through my zip and boxers. "At one point, I touched her nipple through the bra, and I swear she caught her breath ... do you think she was getting turned on by me touching her? How much further could I have taken it, do you think?"

Fuck, I was getting turned on.

"Do you think I could have slipped my fingers inside her bra, and worked her nipple into an erection? Maybe I should have checked if her knickers were fitted correctly as well, and run my hands inside them, teasing her public hair, running finger down her lips... damn!" She leaned back just as Sam came back in. Shit, my fly was still undone. I hastily leaned forward to cover any gap that might be seen.

This time, Sam was wearing a white blouse, tied up at the front, a few buttons undone at the top to show a good amount of cleavage. Her waist was great. I love that bit of a woman where her waist turns into her hips. It curves in every direction possible, and is my favourite area to stroke and hold when cuddling up to a woman. And her hips widened out into another pair of jeans, low-slung, making the most of that curvy hour-glass figure. Coupled with a firm but curvy stomach.... I felt my cock throb. 

I gave a low whistle as I admired her. "Sam, you've kept your light under a bushel for too long you know... I don't like this outfit." She looked crestfallen. "Well, not for the purposes you talked about. If you wear this when you're with that boy, well, he'll have a heart attack. Jesus. If I were you, I wouldn't let you dad see you in that either."

Mentioning her dad reminded me of his visit earlier. What would he think now? And how was I going to stick to my promise to not hurt Samantha if she kept on dressing like this from now on? And what the hell would he think of Angela and I when he sees the clothes she's bought after shopping? 

Sam burst into a grin. "Angela said that it would have that effect, but ..." She paused, looking at Angela.

"Go on Sam, tell him," urged Angela, smiling that now-bloody-irritating secret smile again.

"Well," continued Sam, "she said it would have that effect... on you!". She looked at me, questioningly.

I sat back, flabbergasted. "Oh Sam, if I were twenty years younger, I'll have booted Angela out by now just so that I be able to focus all my time on you and that outfit."

"Hah!" exclaimed Angela. "I told you he'd be stunned. But… there's something not right. Let's try this..." She walked up to Samantha, and then stood behind her. She reached her hands around to Angela's front, and started doing up some of the buttons, hiding Sam's cleavage. When she finished, she smoothed down the front of Sam's blouse... slowly, looking at me, licking her lips obviously. Oh fuck, I had to get rid of Sam and bend Angela over the sofa and give her a good fucking before my balls burst.

"How does that look, Andy?" asked Angela.

I pretended to think about if for a minute. "Nice, but if you want the wow effect, definitely leave the buttons undone."

"Like this?" asked Angela as she quickly undid those few buttons again.

"Yes, that's better. But like I said, don't let your young man see you in that outfit unless you want him to take matters into his own hands."

"I think he likes it," whispered Angela into Sam's ear, looking at me still. "Undo one more." Sam looked at Angela over her shoulder, and the older woman nodded at her in encouragement. Sam reached up and undid one more button... and then another one. I could now see her bra, and the pale flesh underneath it. Oh fucking hell.

"Oh, yes, I think he likes that an AWFUL lot," said Angela into Sam's ear.

Sam looked a little uncomfortable, so I leapt to her rescue. "Sam love, I think that's about enough for tonight. You look tired after your day's shopping. Why not go upstairs and change into your old clothes, and we'll get something to eat." Sam looked relieved, and headed back upstairs again.

Angela started heading over to me, but I stood up and walked over to meet her half way, undoing the button of my jeans at the same time. I pulled my still hard cock out, and told her to kiss it. Angela kneeled down immediately, opening her mouth to take my cock in as far as she could. I knew this wouldn't last long, so I just enjoyed the feel of her tongue worming around my sensitive helmet. As she sucked my head, she wanked the main part of my cock with a hand.

After a couple of minutes, we heard Sam coming back downstairs, so I hastily pulled out of Angela's mouth, zipped myself back up, and sat on the sofa. Angela sat beside me, licking her lips. 

Sam came back in. But she wasn't wearing her old clothes. She had on my dressing gown, and nothing underneath, at least, nothing I could see. I must have looked surprised. "Oh, sorry, Andy. While we were upstairs earlier, Angela said I should stay tonight as well, as we've all had a bit of drink, and she'll run me home in the morning. Is that OK with you?"

"Erm... yes... I guess so. I mean, yes, of course it is. I should have thought of that myself." Damn. There goes my chance of a good hard fucking over the sofa, I thought. Sam curled up in an armchair, tucking those firm legs beneath her.

We chatted for a while, whilst we had some more wine and some snacks. Angela seemed to be trying to get Sam even more drunk, making sure her wine glass was full and encouraging her to drink up.

Angela looked at me. "Now Andy, it's your turn."

"What? How do you mean?"

"I said I'd gotten you something small whilst we were out shopping. Time for you to nip upstairs, put it on, and then come down and let us see."

"OK. But it had better be nice!"

"Oh, I think we'll like it. Sam might be a bit... surprised... once you've got it on, but I've been plying her with drink for the last 30 minutes, so I think she'll be able to handle the excitement." Both girls laughed at me again, but I noticed that Sam looked a bit unsure as well. Oh god, what have they bought me? Some hideous Hawaiian shirt or something?

"It's laid out on your bed," continued Angela. "Come on, get to it." I stood up, and she slapped my arse as she did so. "Oh, and Andy..." she said as I left the room, "... we want the full outfit. Wear our little present exactly as you would if you were on holiday." Again, that infuriating laugh from both of them, and then some low murmured speaking as I walked upstairs, trying to hide my hardon from Sam.

I went to my bedroom. There was nothing on my bed, except a small... oh my god. Fuck no, I wasn't wearing that...

It was a pair of swiming trunks. Small ones. Not a posing pouch, thank god. More like the ones Daniel Craig wore in that famous scene from his first James Bond film.

No. I wasn't going to walk downstairs wearing just that, not in front of Samantha. If it was just Angela, god yes, and I'd make sure my hard-on was poking over the top as well. But not with Sam there. I left it on the bed, and walked back down stairs. 

"Very funny girls, very funny," I said, as I walked back to the sofa.

Angela lifted her leg to block my seat. "What do you think you're doing Andy?"

"There's no way I'm putting that on. It won't even fit me."

"Oh, yes it will Andy. I checked. Get upstairs and put it on, or we're going to pin you down, strip you, and put it on you ourselves."

"Yeah, yeah, you and who's army?" I countered.

"Andy, you've had your thrills looking at Sam in her new clothes. Time for some payback. Get upstairs. Now."

"Not on your life. It'll be obscene."

Angela looked at Sam. "Excuse us Sam, I'm just going to give him some encouragement, and whip him into line." She stood up, lead me across the room away from Sam, leaned into me, and whispered into my ear. "Andy, if you put those trunks on and come down here, I'll be real good to you after she's gone to bed. I'll lube myself up while you watch, then kneel on this sofa, and I'll beg you to ram your stiff cock up my ass. Then when you've come, I'll clean you up... with my mouth..... Now get up there and give us a show. The poor girl deserves it. She was totally nervous about wearing those clothes in front of you. She needs something to break the ice."

That convinced me. I walked back to the coffee table, and drained my nearly-full glass of wine, and then, with one last look at the two grinning girls, I headed upstairs again.

When I got the trunks on - which was difficult due to their tightness - I looked in the mirror. Fuck, they were obscene. I tended to wear loose shorts, hiding my bulge. But these ones just put it on display, hugging my cock and bum like a second skin. I had second thoughts about parading in front of Sam like this... but Angela's promise ran round my head again. Damn, I started to get hard. Make or break time - I knew I had to either go down now before my cock swelled too much, or not go. And there was no way I was passing up on Angela's offer. Before I could think myself out of it again, I bolted downstairs.

With a deep breath, I walked into the living room.

The girls played up. Whooping, hollering, cheering, wolf-whistling, and pumping the air with their fists. I stood there, doing body-building poses, as they grinned and laughed at me.

What the hell, I thought, if they're going to tease me, I'll tease them. I turned around, facing away from them, and slowly bent over to touch my toes. Angela went even wilder, shouting "That's it baby, work that ass". I wriggled my backside a bit, and then stood up, turning back to face them. I stretched my arms up high, arching my back, forcing my hips towards them, and emphasising the bulge in the shorts.

"Jesus Christ Andy, put it away!" laughed Angela, and Sam joined in. I caught her eye - she was staring at my cock under the shorts. The sight of that made a spasm pass through me, and I began to feel the blood pumping down there. Oh shit, not now, I thought.

Angela stood up and came up to me, standing behind me. She reached round to my front, and adjusted the waist band of my shorts. "They were a bit low down," she explained. But I was sure all she was doing was pulling them up so that my cock was more on show to Sam. 

Then she ran her hands up, over my stomach, my pecs, and then running her fingernails lightly down my sides. The bitch, she knew I loved that. She spoke to Sam over my shoulder. "Doesn't he look good Sam?" she asked. "For a man of his age, I mean."

Sam looked up at me. "Err. Yeah. Great. For a man of his age, like you said."

"Girls, be nice. You've got me at a two-to-one disadvantage, and a significant clothing disadvantage, so no getting nasty on me."

"Well, maybe we should put our new swimming costumes on as well Andy. What do you think to that?" She pinched my ass, out of Sam's view, as she said this.

"Err.. no," I answered hastily. Jesus, I knew it was a bad idea to wear this. If the girls even waved their swimsuits about in the air right now, I'll definitely get a hard on again. "No, no need for that."

Angela ran her finger around my arse, stroking, then pushing it under the material at the back, working her way between the bottom of my cheeks towards my balls. I squeezed my thighs and bum together. She withdrew her hand, and ran it up my now firmed-up butt.

"Oh, yum, Andy, I like that..." She squeezed my butt. "....I like that.... that you look as good in them as we thought you would when we saw them. We both thought you'd look good. You thought he would look good as well Sam, didn't you?"

Sam gulped, and nodded. Then she muttered an "excuse me", and ran into the kitchen with her wine glass.

Angela reached her hand round to the front, stroking my cock through the trunks. 

"Of course, I didn't think you'd look THIS good," she said. "We've GOT to go away somewhere with a beach for the weekend, so I can parade you round, driving the other girls crazy and the guys jealous. And tease you to get your cock head poking out the top. Oh boy, we're going to have fun."

I grabbed her hand, and pulled it away before Sam came back in. "Remember what you said," I murmured to her. "I'll bring the lube down with me when I come back. Now go calm that poor girl down." And with that, I headed back upstairs to get changed while Sam got her nerves back.

I took a look at myself in the mirror again when in my room. Angela was right, I DID look good. And it would be great to go away for the weekend with her. I could just see us larking about on the beach, finding some secluded spot to rub sun tan lotion over each other, me easing her swimsuit down and running my finger between the cheeks of her ass, pushing it into her asshole, spreading the lubricating lotion around, her reaching back to pull my cock out of those trunks, wanking me as she begged me to finger her ass. 

I pulled those obscene trunks off, and started wanking my cock, getting it good and hard.

I pictured me just laying on top of her, and sliding my oiled-up cock between those delicious buns of her, lining up with her asshole, and pushing inside, feeling her rectum spread as my rock-hard cock speared her ass. She'd push back against me, working to get me deeper and deeper into her bowels, hissing to take away the pain of my big prick stretching her insides, sliding a hand underneath her to frantically rub her clit. I'd just keep on pushing, aided by the lubrication. One long slow push until I was balls-deep in her, my lower abs cushioned by the firm cheeks of her ass, knowing that someone could come by at any moment and see me taking her anally. She'd beg me to fuck her fast, to come inside her ass. And then I'd see it - another guy, almost hidden in the bushes, his cock out, wanking as he watched me take her....

I kept on wanking as I imagined taking her in front of the audience. But only for a couple of minutes. I didn't want to come, not when I'd been promised her ass that night. So I got dressed, and squeeze my hard cock into my jeans again. I freshened up a bit, splashing some water on my face, giving my teeth a quick brush, whilst I waited for my cock to go down a bit, and then I headed downstairs again.

Angela was on the sofa, alone. "Well, finally, Andy. What were you doing up there?"

"Oh, you know, guy stuff," I bantered back at her, sitting down next to her and looking round for Sam.

"Oh, I can guess. Posing in front of that mirror, pretending you're some hot super stud, and us girls swooning at your feet in awe of your masculinity. Men! You're all the same. Anyway, Sam's just gone straight to bed - " I looked at Angela. Sam must have walked past my room; she might have seen me wanking. Oh shit.

Angela continue. " - I think the day-time drinking got to her, poor girl. It's a good job she didn't see you parading yourself for all to see… Oh god Andy, you should see your face. You were up there parading around, weren't, you?.... Oh no you weren't, you were having a wank!" She reached her hand up to my chest and pushed me away. "You dirty bastard. Don't deny it - I can see the look on your face. You were up there having a wank, and she's saw you.... Was she enjoying it?"

"Angela, ssshh, she'll hear. No she didn't see. At least I don't think so. God, I hope not."

"So you were having a wank, eh? What would she have thought, you with your monster of a cock out, wanking off after seeing her in her scanty new clothes? Would she have started to play with herself, do you think?"

"Angela, stop it, it's not funny."

"Oh Andy, yes it is. We both know it wouldn't be the first time, don't we?"

I looked at her.

"Don't act so surprised. She told me."

I acted innocent. "Told you what?"

"About how she caught us, that time you'd been out with the boys and I came over when you got back, and you wanked that beautiful cock of yours all over my face. Well, she didn't say it quite like that, but I knew what she was getting at."

Time to panic. "She saw WHAT?"

"Don't kid on, Andy, you knew. As soon as she said it, I knew that you'd seen it. You were so horny that night. And you let me believe that she hadn't seen us." She reached over to my cock yet again - this was getting a common event tonight - and undid my zip. She reached her hand inside and started to wank my flaccid, but interested, cock. She leaned in close and started whispering in my ear, her hot breath adding to the sensuality of the moment.

"Why didn't you tell me Andy? Do you know how turned on I was when I'd realized that she'd seen us? Later on, when we started shopping again, we went into a lingerie shop, and I helped her on with her bra. I was so horny thinking about her wanking herself while she watched you come on my face, and there she was in that delectable little bra and knickers. Oh! You've not seen them yet, have you? Maybe next time.

"I didn't tell you this bit earlier, but I DELIBERATELY ran my hand over her nipples, you know, just to see how she responded.... Oh, don't look so surprised. Do you really think someone as sex mad as I am has not tipped the velvet occasionally?" As she whispered this, she ran her tongue round my ear.

I started to say "You've had sex with other women?", but she reached up and pressed her finger to my lips to shut me up. Then she pointed upstairs, and put her ear next to my mouth. Ah, she wanted me to whisper, so I did. "You've had sex with other women?"

She turned back to whisper in my ear, giving it a quick nibble as she did so. "No. I've had sex with other men... I've made love to other women.... There's a difference.... Oh, you like that do you?" she breathed, as she continued wanking me. "Your cock is such a giveaway. One little mention of me going down on another woman and it starts throbbing away to it's merry little self.... Would you like that Andy? To watch Sam and I get it on, kissing each other, playing with each other's breasts, my hands running down her ass to grab her cheeks and spread them, letting you see that sweet little virgin ass hole."

"Oh god Angela, keep doing that..." I moaned, shifting position to let her get at my cock a little easier. Then I said "Fuck it", and pulled my jeans and boxers down, shuffling them off my feet as she pulled off my jumper, leaving me naked on the sofa. Then she resumed wanking me.

"Baby," she said, quietly. "I meant what I said earlier, I want you to bend me over this sofa and fuck my ass. But I want it to last. And you've been worked up all evening, so I want you to come first...." She pulled her hand away. "Wank for me baby. Wank that big cock of yours while I tell you all about my first time with a woman."




Anal At Last Ch. 10



[The story so far: I've recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son by myself. After a long abstinence, I've met a woman (Angela) and we've been indulging in anal sex, new to both of us. My babysitter (Samantha) was staying at my place one night, and caught me "doing a money shot" over Angela, and I saw her in the shadows of the stairs. None of us broached the issue, but in a deep conversation one night with Samantha, I found myself backed into a corner and admitting that I did think about her naked. She was excited but a bit unsure of how to handle it. The next day Samantha and Angela went shopping together, and paraded their new clothes to me, also making me show myself off in a pair of very tight trunks. Then Angela and I had sex on the sofa, pretending that Sam was watching...

The cast:

Me: 36 yrs male

My son: Daniel

My girlfriend: Angela, 40 yrs

The babysitter: Samantha, 18 yrs

Samantha's dad: Bill

Samantha's brother: David

Bill's late wife: Michelle

Bill's girlfriend: Barbara

Angela's friend: Jules

My ex-wife: Sharon

Daniel's friend: Stephen

Stephen's parents: Ken and Simone]

*

I woke the next morning to feel Angela's hand around my cock. I was already hard, and close to coming. She must have been wanking me for some time whilst I was asleep.

"Morning baby. is this for me? It's so big and hard already. What WERE you dreaming about? I hope it was me...."

I groaned and closed my eyes, enjoying the wank. This woman is going to wear me out, I thought. God bless her!

She slid down a bit, and went down on me, sucking my cock as deep as she could inside, still wanking my shaft. After a minute or two, she slid back up the bed. She let go of my cock, and threw the duvet off us both, exposing our naked bodies to the cooler air of the room.

Then she resumed wanking me, and lay her head next to mine. "Did you like last night baby? Seeing Sam in all her new clothes, exposing bits of her that you've never seen before. Just think baby, you might have been the first man to see so much of her ample cleavage, or her midriff, or her lovely legs. I could tell how turned on you were baby, and I knew that after an hour or so of watching her, and me teasing you, that you'd come more than I've seen you come so far. That so turned me on baby. I really wanted to see you come like you did, your jizz shooting up in the air. Did you like listening to my story, and wanking while you imagined my first time with a woman?"

I could feel my come building up, and told her so.

"It's OK baby, I want you to come for me again. Let me wank you till you come all over yourself.... then I'll lick it off you again... I love the taste of your come.... that's it baby.... I loved watching you wank last night... and then fucking my ass again... that's it, let it come, come on baby... you must be so close to coming again... I've got a secret baby - do you know what made it extra special for me last night?"

She had been wanking me firmly, nice long strokes, but then she changed to short, feathery ones, using my own pre-cum to lubricate her fingers as they slid up and down just my head, swollen and sensitive as I was approaching orgasm. She vibrated them up and down, just a fraction of an inch each way, the light, almost non-existent touch driving me wild. I felt my balls tighten.

"Oh god Angela..." I panted. "Keep on doing that... that's fucking amazing.. oh fuck, here it comes...."

She whispered in my ear as she grabbed my cock firmly and gave it a few good strokes. "What made it special is that we had an audience... Samantha was watching... We planned it that way baby..."

WHAT??? That did it. My come exploded from my cock, blasting up my body and splattering the pillow beside my head, then all down my body till the last few drops dribbled out. She kept on wanking me, forcing my come from me, as I gasped through my orgasm. She kissed my neck and shoulders as she slowed down her hands, letting me enjoy the come.

"What...? How...? Why...?" I spluttered, unable to form a coherent sentence because of my orgasm and what she'd just said.

"Why did we do it? As I said, she let slip that she'd seen you come over my face that night, but she was so embarrassed she couldn't say anything. I spent ... oh, god, hours... talking to her, getting her relaxed, getting her to open up. She's such a virgin Andy. Sweet, innocent, and very, very shy. She's never had ANY sexual encounter with a boy, not even a decent kiss, and the first thing she sees is your... delicious ... cock coming all over my face as I beg you to make me your slut. It was a bit of a shock, and she didn't know how to cope with it. So she thought I could help.

"And I think I did. As I say, we talked for hours - all that shopping was done in about two hours, believe it or not, as we talked for most of the day. We had to do the shopping quick so that you wouldn't suspect what we'd actually been up to."

She bent her head, licking some of my come from my chest, then sliding her lips and tongue over my nipples, teasing them, nibbling them, still wanking my softening cock slowly. I was still too breathless and shocked to speak.

She lifted her heard again. "Mmmm, you taste nice....Anyway, it took a long time, but she started to open up to me, and she said how much she enjoyed the experience, even though she felt embarrassed, and dirty. Do you know when she went upstairs she wanked herself off in your spare bed, thinking of you coming over my face?" My cock, which had been going down despite her continuing fondling, throbbed, showed signs of interest again. "Oh my Andy, does that turn you on again? You're so predictable! But I'll let you off - I like a man who can come like you did and be ready again so quickly. We're going to have SO much fun together!

"Anyway, she's very shy Andy, and very confused. She finds you sexually attractive - she always has done, even though I think she was scared to admit it to herself at first, but when she saw you and I together that night, well I think she let herself notice how sexy you are."

I grinned at her.

"Oh, don't let it go to your head. You're slim, well-built, mature, attractive, and got a nice sized cock - " I grinned even more - "but I've had better."

"Oh," I said, disappointed.

"Aaah, poor diddums. Did Angie-Wangie hurt Andy-Pandy's feelings? Never mind, I'll make it up to you later... Anyway, so she has finally admitted to herself that she fancies you, but she honestly thinks there's no way you'd be interested in her, even if you were single, and anyway, you've got me, so as far as she's concerned, that's the end of that. You're officially off-limits, even if she could actually pluck up the courage to approach you. 

"But on top of that, she's terrified of the first time she'll be with a boy. And remember, that even includes her first kiss with tongues." At this, she lifted her head, and kissed me, sliding the tip of her tongue into my mouth, still wanking me. I kissed her back for a bit, and then we broke for air.

She continued. "So it set me thinking. First, I knew she looked good once she dressed up. Second, you've come several times before now whilst I talked about her so I know you fancy her, you dirty old man. Third, she wanked at the memory of seeing you come on me so I knew she found it a turn on watching you. Then fourth she needs more experience. And fifth..." 

She paused. 

"And?" I asked

"... and I trust you Andy. I know it's not been long between us, but God help me I trust you. So it was obvious what had to happen next."

"Angela, you devious old trout, what are you up to? And what were you thinking of letting her see me come like that again?"

"She needs someone to practice with, Andy." She saw my face light up. "Down boy, that's not what I mean. Not sexually, just flirting. Someone to dress up for, and who will appreciate it, and even encourage it, without trying to get his cock into her pants all the time or get pissed off if she doesn't put out. Someone who'll flatter her outrageously when she wear's something that's a bit out of her comfort range. Someone who will tease her like you tease me, so she can learn to handle someone coming onto her when it actually counts, instead of freezing like a rabbit caught in the headlights. Someone she can practice chatting up, and practice being a woman for fucks sake, instead of daddy's little girl."

Again, she paused.

She looked me right in the eye. "So I said she could practice on you."

"You WHAT?"

"You heard, Andy. But no touching! And she is absolutely NEVER to find out that you know about this. She can watch us occasionally, when I say so, from the shadows. She can flirt, show off her body, talk brazenly to you, and you can pay her those outrageous complements and make her feel good about herself and her sexuality, but I repeat, she is never, EVER to know that you know about what she and I have agreed. As far as she is concerned, you're just responding to her naturally, as she opens up to you. She can even talk to you or me about sex if she wants to.

"In fact, I've not even mentioned how turned on you are by the thought of her wanking herself silly after seeing you come - see, another throb, you're so shallow! - so you'd better not even come on too strong or suddenly change your behaviour. Just pretend that you're slowly, gradually coming round to seeing her in a different light, and each time she goes a little bit further than she has so far, you can also go a little bit further, as if you're warming to her, and finding her new behaviours and dress-sense more and more erotic.

"But if she finds out that you know about this little agreement, she'll think you're responding to her because I asked you to, not because she's getting more confident and sexy. It'll ruin her self-esteem. And if you do that, you're not the kind of man that I think you are, and it'll be over between us, quicker than you can say Jack Robinson.

"So, you can look, talk, be seen, but it goes no further. No touching. And if she seems scared or worried, you back the hell off immediately and tell me, and I'll find some way to bring the topic up in conversation with her and ease her fears, without letting her in on the fact that you know about the deal. Then you wait for me to give you the all-clear before taking it any further.

"I'm in charge of this. I know you, and I know her, and she'll confide in me, and I'll say what does or does not happen. Is that perfectly, absolutely clear?"

I couldn't believe my luck. "Let me get this straight: you want an innocent little girl to parade round my house semi-naked, flaunting herself, chatting me up, asking me all sorts of sordid little questions, watching us have sex from the shadows. All with your approval. And you think I might say no?" I grinned at her as I thought of all the fun to be had.

"Andy, calm down and be serious. It's not for your benefit, although I'm sure that you'll get your kicks. In fact, if you do well, I'll make sure that you get your kicks, but with me, not her. You won't believe some of the things I'm going to do to you and for you, if you stick to this agreement. I'll be your own personal sex toy, your little slut, ready to do anything and everything you've ever dreamed about, and some things that you haven't. Even if we split up afterwards and you live to be a hundred and ten before you die, you'll still go out with a huge smile on your face thinking about what we've done."

I looked her in the eye, trying to work out what was going on. "Angela, tell me one thing. Why? What are you getting out of letting her watch us have sex? Oh, shit, I can't believe I talked about her watching us while I fucked you last night!" I exclaimed, excited but also perplexed by the situation.

"Don't be daft Andy, I wouldn't let her see that!"

"But -" I started.

"I know what I said in the heat of the moment, but I didn't mean it. No, she only watched you wank. She really was asleep when I looked in on her later." She sighed, turning inwards for a moment. "You might not believe this, but I was like Samantha is now, even when I was a bit older, around 20 or 21. And the one big regret of my life is that I didn't take opportunities earlier to gain experience, both physical and non-physical - flirting, confidence-building, and so on."

Another sigh. Then a little smile. "Of course, I've made up for it since," she added. "Especially with the help of this". She squeezed my prick as she said that, seeming to enjoy the fact that I was now rock-hard again thanks to the chat, and what she wanted me to do, and the fact that she'd still been wanking me all this time.

"So I offered your help to let Samantha rapidly catch up with her peers. That's all that this is about. If you think you can't handle all that titillation without having to take it further, tell me now and I'll cancel it with her... tell her I've had second thoughts. But if you do decide to go for it, she must never find out. I like that young girl, and it's kind of a chance to redo the errors I made when I was younger. It's important to me. Promise me that you'll do this according to my rules Andy."

She was deadly serious. Obviously this was a very important issue for her. And to be honest, I liked the idea of flirting with Samantha and then meeting up with Angela to take out my arousal. It should make for interesting times...

"Honey, you got it. And, as we're being honest with each other, I trust you too. I'm not going to do anything stupid enough to risk losing you."

She smiled a little smile, and then lay back on the bed, sighed, and blew her cheeks out in relief. "Phew. Thank God that's over with." She took a hold of my hand. "Thank you Andy, you have no idea how much this means to me."

Then she grinned. "Of course, if anyone was listening in to this conversation, they would be laughing at us, you do realise that, don't you?"

"Well it is a strange situation!" I answered.

"No, that's not what I mean. Listen to us: 'I trust you Andy', 'And I trust you too Angela'. We both know what we meant, I think, don't we?"

I laughed. "Are you saying that we just couldn't come out and say 'I love you' to each other?"

She cuddled into me and sighed deeply. "Well, isn't that what you meant, Andy?" she said softly, stroking my chest with one hand.

"Angela, honey, I hate to break it to you, but it's just sex between us. I mean, you're way below what I normally shoot for! I'm just giving you some sympathy sex so that you don't die a frigid, wrinkled old prune."

She slapped my chest, calling me an evil bastard. Then she rolled over and straddled me, pushing my arms up over my head, and bringing her head down next to mine. "Andy, honey, we both know the truth. You love me, but you're too scared to say it. Admit it baby, say it, say 'I love you Angela'". She was grinding her groin around on me as she spoke, and I could feel her moisture seeping from her.

"OK," I said, and she looked at me intensely. "I love ... the way you can't keep your hands off me. I mean, look at you, we're just talking about your feelings for me, and your juices are leaking all over me already. Admit it Angela, it's YOU who's in love with ME. After all, you said it first."

"I never said I loved you!" she shrieked.

"No, but you were the first to say 'I trust you', and as you said earlier, we both know that 'trust' is a euphamism for 'love', don't we?"

"Andy, you're so pathetic. How could I possibly love someone of your stature and manliness, after all, you're so out of my league, right? I could never love someone like you, I could only feel awe and lack of self-worth." She laughed, causing our groins to bounce delightfully together.

I wrestled my arms free, slid them down her back to her bum, and pulled her down, pressing my now erect cock into her wet cunt. "That's right honey. It's a bit like the stories of Zeus. I'm just sowing my wild oats amongst the mortals, and you're just my latest conquest. I am after all, a god amongst men."

"That's right Andy... oh that feels good... so as you are such a god amongst men, you'll have no problems doing what I told you to do last night... go down on me and don't come up for air till I tell you." With that, she rolled onto her back, pulling me on top of her, and then she spread her legs, and started pushing on my shoulders.

I resisted the pressure, and raised my body up so that I was in press-up position, rolling my hips to rub by cock up and down her wet lips. "Oh mortal woman, wouldn't you rather I plough you with my mighty staff instead? It's brought pleasure to many, many women before now, and I'm sure you'd like to experience such dizzy heights, wouldn't you?"

"Oh mighty Zeus," she said, still laughing, "give me your rod of pleasure, thrust it into my gates of heaven, show me your strength and virility.... and then you're going down on me, no excuses." 

She pulled my head down close to her mouth and breathed into my ear. "Andy honey, I want you to come in me - there's been too much wanking for my liking, and all that come has been going to waste... Come in me, and then go down and lick it all up till I come again. I've always wanted someone to do that to me... will you do it? Will you go down on me after you've come in me? I'll owe you big time..."

"Really?" I asked, with a salacious grin on my face. "What will you do for me in return?"

"Well, I was kind of thinking that actually, you should go down on me in return for you fucking my ass again last night, but if you insist.... You know Britney's video for 'Ooops I did it again'?"

"Doesn't every man?"

"I've got the outfit..." she whispered, as she wriggled her lower body to get my cock lined up with her cunt properly.

Of course, I knew that already from her emails, but I couldn't say that. I also knew she wanted spanking. "Really? Then here's what's going to happen: You're coming over one night after school, in your school costume, when we've got the place to ourselves, and you can do your homework. I'll stand real close behind you and watch you do it. And if I find one mistake, just one, I'll have to punish you. You're not too old to have your ass spanked, you know." And with that, I pushed inside, slowly but surely, one long smooth movement till I was balls-deep inside her.

She groaned into my shoulder as I filled her and stretched her inside. "Oh god Andy, do it. Fuck me and fill me with your come. I want to feel you come inside me... I promise to be good and do my best with the homework, but if I do make a mistake, I hope you don't punish me too badly. My ass is so sensitive baby, and it'll get real sore... oh you feel good... you'll need to rub some lotion in after you've finished spanking me, to help me feel better... that's it baby, all the way out again and then push! Oh sweet jesus you feel good... will you do that baby, will you rub lotion in to soothe my poor butt? You'll have to be careful though, in case all that lube accidentally lets something big into my tight little back hole..."

I kissed her passionately at the thought of that, and then lifted up into a half-press-up position again, my upper body lifted clear of her, only our hips and legs touching. She raised her head to look down our bodies as I started fucking her properly. "Andy, honey, that looks so good... I love seeing your cock in me... you've got a great body honey... show me your cock". I pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the very tip separating her lips. "Oh fuck Andy, that makes me so horny. I love your cock. Do it baby, fuck me, make me come...

"Do you know how turned on I was last night? That's why I wanted you naked when you wanked... I wanted to have your hot body stretched out on that sofa, so I could see your stomach and chest and arm muscles tighten as you wanked... you look so good when you're stroking yourself... and I knew Sam would enjoy seeing you naked with that big cock of yours bursting at the seams...




Anal At Last Ch. 10



"And she did baby, she did... when I went back upstairs, I could smell her... I think she had a wank while watching you baby... she just couldn't resist after seeing your cock straining to come, knowing that she'd been the one to cause it... knowing that you'd gotten turned on at the sight of her in her new clothes... don't you wish you could have seen that baby?... see her with her hand down her panties, stroking herself as she stared at that cock of yours..."

I started fucking her in earnest, all this talk having turned both of us on greatly. Also, although we'd been joking about the whole 'trust vs love' stuff, I knew that she meant more and more to be each day, and it felt really good to know that she felt the same. That sense of closeness and intimacy got me aroused very fast, and it wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm approaching.

"I'm going to come soon, baby," I said. "Do you want me to come in you? Do you want me to fill you with my come?"

"Do it Andy... oh fuck that's good... you're so hard.... oh, go on baby... come in me... I'm going to come too... that's it... harder baby... tell me, tell me what it feels like".

I was panting now with the effort of keeping my body raised up so she could watch my cock going in and out of her. "You're so tight Ang.... you feel so good around me... I can feel you clenching at me... that's it... tighter baby..." She was using her muscles to tighten the walls of her cunt around me, and that did it - I came in her, roaring through my orgasm pretty loudly. That made her come as well, arching her back as her orgasm ripped through her, her cunt walls tightening even more around me...

We lay back in the afterglow of that hot sweaty sex. "Fuck Andy, that was good", she said. "Now, get down there and start licking.I want to feel your tongue in my hot little box, and don't come back up till I say so. If you're quick, I'll come real soon... I'm normally very sensitive after a good come, and it doesn't take much to set me off again."

"One last question," I asked as I slid down her body, kissing her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, her inner thigh, and quickly sucking one finger to make it wet with my saliva. "What made you think of starting her off with the whole clothes show thing last night? Didn't you think that it was a bit big for a first step, and she might have fallen at the first hurdle?"

"Oh Andy," she said. "What makes you think that was MY idea?... Oh FUCK!", she screamed, as I sucked her clit and slid one finger into her hot, wet cunt and pushed the wet finger as far into her asshole as I could.

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It was still early, so after we'd showered, we went downstairs for breakfast, enjoying some quiet time before having to wake up Daniel and Samantha. I was still reeling from what Angela and Samantha had planned for me, and Angela caught me grinning to myself occasionally. 

"Stop it," she said sharply.

"What?"

"Grinning to yourself. I told you, it's not about you. It's for Samantha. Don't blow it baby, you promised."

"I'll be charm personified," I answered, kissing her on the cheek.

It was great not to be rushed in the morning. Working for myself from home meant that I wasn't trying to get both of us (Daniel and I) ready for work at the same time. We could take some time together to play games, he could take as long as he wanted over breakfast (within reason), all without me feeling pressurised because I had to get to the office. Which reminded me...

"It's Monday. Are you not due into the office?" I asked Angela.

She shook her head. "Not today. No meetings till this afternoon, so I'm going in late. I'll be off soon, though, so don't you worry."

I pulled her into a close hug. "I'm not worried. I was just hoping you might have the day off. You, me, the house all empty. That kitchen worktop is looking awful lonely right now...."

"Andy, you're a beast. A girl's got to rest some time, you know. Are you sure you're the age you say you are? You're acting like a horny fifteen year old."

"It's a second childhood. I'm blessed that way", I answered, kissing the soft flesh where her neck joined her shoulders. Then Samantha came running downstairs, and we pulled apart. A bit silly after she watched Angela wank me last night, I know, but there you are.

She burst into the room, fully dressed and showered. "Morning you two, I didn't realise what time it is. In all the excitement last night, I forgot it was Monday today and I had to get into uni." She had on a pair of blue jeans, and a maroon jumper, both of them quite tight, and a pair of new Nikes. Not her normal get up. She started running around getting some breakfast ready.

"All what excitement?" I asked.

Angela slapped my arm. "The clothes show, the shopping, lunch with me, you stupid oaf!" She glared at me as Sam opened the fridge door to get some milk.

"Ah of course. Well, it wasn't very exciting to me. You two flashing about in your new gear, and then making me humiliate myself in those bloody miniature trunks".

Samantha turned to face me as she was getting a bowl out of the cupboard. "Oh, I don't know Andy, I thought you looked quite good in them." She glanced quickly at Angela, blushing, and then carried on making her breakfast, facing away from me.

I looked at Angela, and smiled at her. It seems Sam was going to run with this practice thing.

"Now, now Sam, don't go boosting his ego. It's big enough as it is. Now, who want's a cup of tea?"

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I got Daniel up, and we all had breakfast. I dropped my boy off at school, and Sam at the uni. As she left the car, I opened my door, and got out to tell her something. "Sam, I forgot to say. You look good in those clothes. It's a vast improvement."

She looked down at herself, smiling a small smile. "Thanks Andy."

"But don't you worry about them little boys in your class. If they make any crude comments, tell them I'll come round and give them a good wallop round the ear. No, better yet, tell them Angela will. That'll scare them off, for sure!"

She laughed, then asked "Do I really look that different? Do I stand out?"

"No, Sam," I said, softly. "You look great. It might seem a long way from your normal clothes to you, but to the rest of the world, you just look like a normal girl. Don't get too flustered. You scrub up quite well when you put your mind to it."

"Thanks Andy." Impulsively, she stretched up and gave me a peck on the cheek. "For everything. You're a good man."

Nice and gently, I thought. Angela would be proud of me. Then I realised how much I wanted Angela to be proud of me. She was really getting to me.

"Tell that to Angela," I said as she waved and ran to a couple of girls that were waiting at the college entrance. As I got back in the car, and waited till I could pull out into the traffic, I saw Sam talking to the girls. Although I couldn't hear them, I could tell from their body language and where they were looking, that they were torn between asking Sam about the new clothes, and asking her about the man she'd just kissed goodbye to.

What was she saying?

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I headed back to the house. A note from Angela was on the kitchen table.

"Sorry, love, had to head to work. Minor emergency and they can't manage without me. Damn. I was planning on surprising you and have you come in to see me naked and bent over that worktop again, then making as much noise as I wanted without having to worry about anyone else waking up. Ah well another day.

I hope you were nice to Sam, otherwise I'll have your balls for lunch.

Talking of which, I think next time we have our little voyeur round, I think I'll suck your balls whilst you're wanking. Would you like that? You'll need to shave or wax or something first, though, if you want me to do it for more than a few seconds. Way too much hair down there for more than a quick suck. The balls are in your court, so to speak!

Trust, 

Angela"

'Trust'? What did that mean? ... Ah of course, a reference back our conversation last night, and being unable to say "love". And wax my nuts? No thanks... they shrivelled as I just thought about it. But shaving... there's an idea.

I sent her a text. "Sounds good to me. Will be bare when meet next. Didn't realise you liked meatballs so much. Trust, Andy xxx".

A few minutes later she replied. "Of course I do. I promise I won't bite.... much. Oh, and three kisses in your text. It must be true trust!"

So, whilst the house was quiet, I went upstairs and - very carefully - shaved my sack. It took about an hour, and gave me quite a few scares. I hoped it would be worth it...

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Angela and I both had things on that week, but we agreed to get together on Friday. That weekend Daniel was staying with his mum. And I have to admit, that even though we don't particularly get on now, it's good that Daniel has some relationship with her. She was coming round on Friday after work to pick him up.

At about 5:30, there was a knock on the door, and Daniel ran out to answer it. He came back in... leading Angela by the hand.

"Ah, you're not who we thought you were," I say.

"And delighted to see you too," she pouted.

"I'm sorry, it's just that Sharon is due to call soon to pick Daniel up for the weekend, he's staying with her for a few days."

"And you'd rather I wasn't here?" she asked.

"Well... I... oh hell... if you're fine with it, so am I."

Angela thought about it for a minute, and agreed to stay. So she, Daniel, and I carried on playing till there was a knock at the door. Again, Daniel ran out to answer it, and came back in with Sharon.

"Mum, this is Angela. She's dad's new girlfriend," he said, with a smirk on his face. 

Angela smiled at Sharon, saying "Trust kids to get to the point. Pleased to meet you."

Sharon eyed up Angela, and I could tell Sharon was a bit pissed off to see Angela here. "You too," she said. "Well Daniel, are you ready? We've got a lot planned for the weekend, haven't we? No time to waste." And with that, and some goodbyes from Daniel, they were gone.

"Wow. That was quick," said Angela.

"Mmm. Normally she stays and chats for a bit," I answered, as I pulled her up into my arms. "Maybe you scared her off?"

"Maybe. I'll bet she could feel the sexual frisson between us and couldn't take the heat."

"What frisson?"

"Oh, Andy, come on. Daniel's away. I'm free. You're free. We've got the weekend totally to ourselves. Daniel's a great kid, but I want you to myself for a couple of days. I'll make it up to him later, I promise. In the meantime, I'm feeling very horny. I always do during my period." She looked at me in a weird way.

"What's that look for?"

"Well, most men don't like sex when their woman is having her period, for obvious reasons. Which is a shame, because it's when I'm at my horniest." Again, another look. I think she was trying to see whether I was one of those men or not. And then an idea struck me...

I'm not one of those men. Although I'm not comfortable during the peak flow, a little blood doesn't hurt, although I do sometimes wear a condom if there's too much. But if there's only a little blood, it doesn't bother me. But she doesn't know this yet - it's the first time we've been together during her period.

"It's nearly over Andy, if there is any blood, there'll only be a little bit," she said.

I sensed an opportunity for some teasing....

"Angela, baby, I love our sex life. You've got a great body and a great style. But... sex during your period? I'm not sure... " I screwed up my face a little as well, adding to my story.

And thus began a 20 minute diatribe on how men are the weaker sex, feinting at a bit of blood, and so on, and so on. I let her rant on, even giving her ammunition to use against me, knowing that the more worked up about it she got, the more frustrated she would be until we did actually have sex. Oh, I was going to enjoy this!

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We were having a night in that night: a movie on DVD, bottle of wine, food being delivered, and we cuddled up together on the sofa to watch the movie. At one point, I reached my hand up to Angela's breast, and started stroking it. After a minute or two, she sighed and curled up deeper into me, murmuring "That's nice baby." I slid my hand inside her blouse, inside her bra, and started teasing her nipple directly. After a few minutes, she turned her head up to me to give me a deep, passionate kiss. 

"Let's go to bed Andy. We've got all weekend to watch the movie."

"Angela, honey, you know that I would, but it's your period," I said, putting a slightly uncomfortable look on my face.

"But you're getting me so turned on doing that... I'm feeling really horny... wouldn't you like to go upstairs and take me?"

"Angela, maybe tomorrow, eh?" I responded, as I pulled my hand from out her bra, and rested it back on her hip. She made a disappointed noise, and settled back down to watch the movie.

A little bit later, she'd shifted position so that she was laying on her side, with her head on my lap. I laid my hand on her hip, and started gently stroking her hip, stomach, and lower back, where I could reach in the gap between her blouse and trousers. And I started to think about having sex with her, in various ways, feeling my erection grow.

She felt it grow too, and reached up to place a hand under her head, stroking it lightly. I slid my hand round to the front of her trousers, and undid her buttons. She shifted her hips and legs slightly to give me better access. Then I slid my hand inside her knickers to start stroking her lower stomach, just above the small patch of pubic hair she'd left trimmed above her cleft. As I worked lower, nearly touching her clit, I heard and felt her breathing start to speed up. She was openly rubbing my cock through my jeans now, so I slid my hand a bit further, lightly parting her already-wet lips and just touching her clit.

She gasped, at which point I slid myself out from under her head and stood up. "No, Angela, we should really wait till your period is over," I said.

"Andy!" she hissed, "if you don't want sex, stop teasing me! It's very frustrating!"

"I can't help it. Having you near me is driving me wild. You look good, you smell good, you've already said you're horny. I can't keep my hands off you... I just don't want sex. Sorry baby. Look, let's just watch the movie. I'll try to keep my hands off you."

I lay back on the sofa, but this time laying along the sofa, cuddled up behind her in spoons position. Perfect for my next plot.

After another half an hour or so, I again slid my hand underneath her blouse, this time from her waist upwards. I started stroking her stomach and any flesh I could reach under her bra. My cock was getting hard, so I subtly shifted position to make sure it pressed into her bum. She sighed, and started grinding her hips a bit, showing that she was getting turned on. 

I bent my head and started kissing and nibbling her neck, licking her ear, whilst I slid my hand up, over her bra, still inside her blouse, and started running my fingers over her cleavage.

"Andy, stop it, please, you're getting me turned on again," she softly moaned.

"Just because I don't want blood on my cock, does it mean we can't do anything else?"

"Oh, no Andy," she responded. "If you're not up for sex tonight, you're not getting my ass."

"That's not what I meant. We've got hands, haven't we?" As I said that, I ran my hand over her bra, teasing her nipples. "Take your trousers off baby," I breathed into her ear. She immediately complied, almost hastily standing up and sliding them down her lovely long legs, and then she bent over to me and undid my flies, and yanked my jeans off.

"A little rougher than I normally like to get undressed," I joked, "but it'll do, I guess. Now get back down here where you were." She started to get back into position, but stopped to undo her blouse and take it off also, and then she undid my shirt and took it off me whilst we kissed. 

She slid back into the spooning position, my erect cock pressing against her ass. I carried on where I left off - kissing her neck and shoulders, sliding my hand around her stomach and breasts, gradually widening the area I was teasing to also start stroking her lower stomach, her inner thighs, and then her mound, through her knickers. "Take them off baby," I whispered in her ear, and she did so. I undid the buttons of my boxer shorts, and pulled my throbbing cock out. I pressed it into the cheeks of her ass, and she moaned her approval as she pushed back into me, and grabbed my hand to slide it between her legs. I parted her lips, and slid a finger around her clit, rubbing it, stroking it, feeling her get more excited as I did so. She reached a hand back to start wanking my cock.

I was tempted then to give up on the game and just let us wank each other till we come. But my devious self won the battle...

Angela was getting more turned on as we wanked each other, and I did everything I knew to bring her orgasm closer. As she started to really pant and thrust her hips to get more pressure from my fingers, I did my last little trick. I ran my other hand, with some difficulty due to the position we were in, down to her cunt from behind, and slid a finger inside her lips just a little bit. Angela groaned, "oh yeah, baby, that's it". She was bucking her hips against my hand, and I waited a few moments till she was almost at the point of no return. Then, with a lot of truth, I pulled that hand away, murmuring that the position was too awkward.

Angela moaned her disappointment, as I brought that hand around to where I could see it, but she couldn't. I then groaned in dismay, and pulled my hand away from Angela's clit. She snarled at me, and stood up.

"Andy, for fuck's sake, what is it now?"

"Sorry, baby," I said, as apologetically as I could make it. "I've got blood on that hand, and..."

"IS THAT IT?" she shouted. "You get me all turned on, almost about to come, despite me telling you to leave me well alone, and you get a tiny spot of blood on your hand and you call it off? What sort of man are you?"

"Angela, I'm really sorry, it's just that..."

"Right! I've had enough. I'm going to bed. Keep your slimey little hands off me for the whole night, do you hear me? If you're feeling horny, go have a wank in the bathroom - not the ensuite, as I don't want to hear you enjoying yourself. Goodnight!"

With that, she stormed off to her bedroom. I quietly chuckled to myself. My plan worked, she'll be hugely frustrated now. So, the only question is: do I walk into her bedroom wearing a condom, or just naked? I checked my hands, there was a little blood, but not very much. I've had sex with more blood in the past, so tonight - no condom!

I still had a hardon, so I sat for a few minutes slowly wanking, keeping it topped up. Enough time for Angela to brush her teeth, etc, and get into bed, but not enough time (I hoped!) for her to stop fuming, and start wanking to finish herself off. 

I crept to her bedroom door. I could still hear her slamming things around in her frustration as she got ready for bed. I waited till I heard her get into bed, and turn off the light, then I waited another three or four minutes, and snuck in semi-quietly. Loud enough for her to think I was sneaking in apologetically.

I got into bed, and lay on my back, not letting my hard-on touch her at any point. She was facing away from me.

"Baby..." I started to say.

"Don't Andy, I'm really annoyed at you right now."

"But I want to do something for you."

She sighed. "This had better be good Andy."

"I think you'll like it," I said, grinning. "You mean a lot to me, and I don't want to go to sleep without resolving this. Let me finish you off, I want to make you come."




Anal At Last Ch. 10



"No Andy, I've had enough teasing tonight."

I rolled over to face her, still keeping my hard on away from her, and ran one hand over her body from her shoulder to her hips. "Please baby, let me do this for you. You must be very frustrated right now."

She squirmed slightly under my hand. I ran my hand back up her side, to her breasts, and softly cupped one, enjoying the warmth in my hand. She sighed again, but more subtly this time. I ran a finger up to her nipple, stroking it, playing with it. "Andy, you'd better finish what you're starting."

"I will baby," I breathed from behind her, "but I want you to stay exactly where you are. Just raise your leg to let me in." I slid that hand back down her body, stroking her stomach, her hip, her bum, and then I gently pushed my hand between her thighs from behind. She took the hint, and raised that knee, giving me plenty of room. I slid my hand forward to her lips, and felt them still wet from before. I pushed a finger in, making Angela groan as her lips parted. She pushed her hips back towards me, so I pulled mine back as well to ensure no contact with my cock. 

I pushed another finger in, and also slid my arm (the one underneath me on the bed) underneath her neck, around her front, and down to play with her breasts. She was breathing heavily again, her orgasm getting near quickly due to how close she was previously. I kept on teasing her, sliding my fingers in and out, up and down her lips, rubbing her clit, with the other hand playing with her nipples and breasts.

I waited till she was as close as possible, and then pulled my hand away from her cunt. "Andy, you fucker, I told you..." She was interrupted by my cock. I had pulled my hand away from her, grabbed hold of my prick, angled it downwards, and slid my hips forward to bring my cock underneath her ass and round to the front. Fortunately, I got the angle right and a couple of inches of my cock slid straight into her cunt. With that hand, I quickly reached over her body to her clit, and gave that a quick strum as her hips jerked back to get more of my cock into her.

She came, loudly and fiercely, her juices flooding over my hand and cock, her body breaking out into a sweat as the feelings washed through her. I kept on stroking her cunt lips as she came, staying away from her clit in case it was too sensitive, and also pushing my cock in and out slightly and slowly as well.

When she recovered enough to speak, she turned her heard as far as she could to face me, and kissed me. "God baby, I needed that... You're so good to me.... Now pull out, I'll finish you off by hand..."

I pulled out of her, and pulled her towards me so that she was on her back. Then I moved on top of her, and lined my cock up with her cunt. She looked confused, but when I pushed my cock in, she grunted my name and wrapped her legs around my hips. "What are you doing? I thought you didn't want to do this because of the blood?"

I grinned at her. "I lied," I said, as I pushed my cock into her in one slow, steady push. 

"You bastard," she said as she pulled me further into her. "You've been deliberately teasing me all night? I'll get you for that. Now, fuck me."

I started fucking her, going as deep as possible with each move. I added the curl of my hips upwards, bringing my cock into contact with her g-spot as it entered and exited (at least, I think that's what I was doing) to bring her to an orgasm hard and fast. "I'm getting you back for the teasing when you and Sam went shopping. Brace yourself... it's been a frustrating for me tonight as it has for you... laying there on the sofa, I wanted nothing more than to slide my cock into you from behind... having you naked and in my arms... you looked so fuckable right then."

"Oh god baby, that's it, right... there... oh yes."

"We'll do that tomorrow night baby... I want to fuck you from behind... watching one of your porn movies -"

"Andy, you're so fucking hard..."

"- and just slowly fuck you as we watch it... nice and slow... making it last ... keeping you on the brink..."

"Oh Andy, yes, I want in me all night... never going soft..."

"Then when you're so horny you can't take any more... I'm going to pull my cock out and line it up with your cute asshole..."

"Oh god baby, yes, I want you to fuck my ass..."

"And push it slowly in so you can feel every inch as I ream you..."

Angela was getting close now, that hip curl doing it's trick again. "I'm going to come baby, fuck me, fuck me hard..."

I responded in kind, taking her hard and fast, keeping that pressure on her g-spot, feeling her push her hips back up at me as we fucked. She grabbed hold of my bum in both hands, and pulled me onto her even harder. She was panting, grunting, in time with my thrusts, and I was now breathing too heavy to keep on talking. I slid my hand under her shoulders, and used the grip to pull her down each time I pushed up. That did it for Angela. Shouting, "Oh, fuck, I'm coming..." her body tensed beneath me, all movement ceasing as every muscled clenched through her orgasm. I did my best to keep on fucking her, but she had me in a death grip. But just the tightness of her cunt as she came was enough to finish me as well - I pulled her down onto me, my arms and stomach pulling as much as they could, as I thrust all the way inside her, feeling my come burst from my cock, meeting her own juices as they flooded from her cunt.

It took us a while to recover, and I stayed on top of her, my cock still in her cunt. I could still feel her cunt muscles clenching as we wound down, proof of how powerful her orgasm was.

"Baby," she eventually said, "that was the best yet... I don't know how you do it... but it was fucking marvellous."

"I quite enjoyed it as well," I retorted, laughing. And I rolled off her, flopping onto my back to catch my breath. Angela rolled over to curl up to me, running her hand over my chest and stomach, her breath hot and moist on my neck. She kissed me softly in my neck and shoulders, lifting her top leg up to lay it over me. I ran one hand down to stroke her smooth thigh, as I slid the other over her head and pulled her in closer, stroking her side and hips as we recuperated.

She reached her hand up to gently cup my chin and turn my head towards her. Looking deep into my eyes, she said, softly, "I'm getting quite used to having you around, you know."

Although pleased by this turn of events, I couldn't resist another joke. "Pardon?", I said.

"I'm not saying it again, Andy. You heard me."

"Wait a minute, I think I DID hear you. You said... 'I love you', didn't you?"

She pulled back and thumped my arm. "You know full well what I said, and it wasn't that."

"Yes it was, I heard you quite clearly. You said you love me. First you trusted me, and now you love me."

She twisted, and climbed on top of me, straddling me, holding my arms down. "Andy, just for that, we're going to have to fuck again." She pressed her groin down onto me, arousing some interest in my cock. "And you're going to enjoy it so much, it'll be YOU saying you love me, as you come deep inside me again." She leaned forward and kissed me passionately, our tongues fencing as we stroked each other's body and ground our groins together. We kissed for a few minutes, my cock getting harder as time passed, then she started kissing my neck, my throat, my shoulders, my pecs, her tongue caressing my nipples to erection, just as I could feel her erect nipples pressing into me. She started grinding her hips backwards and forwards, running her cunt lips up and down my now semi-hard cock. 

Then she raised her body, her weight supported by her outstretched arms, still rubbing her cunt lips up and down me, leaving her tits hanging down above my face. I stretched my head up and took one of them in my mouth, sucking as much of her breast as I could, then pulling back to leave just the nipple in my mouth, licking it, sucking it, nipping at it with my teeth.

After a while, I did the same on the other breast, and by the time I was done, my cock was as hard as it needed to be, pressed down against my belly by Angela's wet cunt, her juices already coating it and my abdomen. I let go of her breasts, and used my hands to press upwards on her hips where she straddle me. She took the hint, and sat upright, then she raised herself up, then she took a hold of my cock, lined it up with her cunt, and sank slowly down in one firm movement. 

I love the view of a woman sliding herself down onto my cock, and I told her how good it looks. She grinned at me, saying "I wish I could see it baby, your hard cock splitting me open... maybe we'll have to video ourselves one day." She bottomed out, and groaned as I filled her up. She stayed there, just swiveling her hips, and I could feel the pressure on different parts of her. She reached her hands up to her breasts, and started playing with them, moulding them, licking her fingers and running them round her nipples.

Then she started sliding up and down me - her thighs straining with the effort - rubbing her clit with one hand and her tits with the other as we fucked. I stroked her thighs as she worked them, arcing my back and pushing up with my butt to push up into her when she reached bottom.

After a few minutes, sweat collected between her breasts, sliding down her toned abdomen. Her gym-honed body looked gorgeous as she rode me - taut, slim, and slightly tanned.

"Oh Andy, that feel's so good... you're so deep in me baby..." she moaned as she climbed and descended my pole. "But I need more..." She stopped fucking me, and raised herself so just my head was inside her. Then, through a series of movements that I can't describe and couldn't possibly replicate if I was in her position, she managed to turn herself 180 degrees, my head inside her the whole way. She sank back down again, her lovely ass and back now on view to me.

I guessed what she wanted, so I slid one hand between us to moisten my fingers in her flowing juices, and then brought it back up to the cheeks of her ass and started rubbing her rosebud.

"Oh, yeah... that's it... that's what I need." She pushed her hips back, spreading her asshole, encouraging my finger to enter it. So that's what I did, pushing my finger in, fucking her ass with it as she started fucking me again. As that finger got deeper and deeper, I could feel my own cock inside her. 

After a few minutes, with both our orgasms approaching, I pushed another finger inside, spreading her asshole even further. "God baby, that's good," she moaned above me. She leaned forward, taking her weight on her arms again, exposing her bum to me further as she slid up and down my hard on. The pressure change was delicious, and my orgasm approached even faster. I sat up, as best as I could, keeping my fingers in her ass, and ran my spare hand round to her front, down to her clit to rub it as we fucked. Angela obviously loved that, groaning and grunting as my cock ploughed her insides. We both were close now, panting heavily. Angela's thighs were shaking with the effort of raising herself up and down my cock, and sweat collected up her back. I craned my head forward to run my tongue up her spine, licking her sweat up. A few more thrusts, and we both came, strongly, bodies tensing as our orgasms hit, my come erupting inside her very wet cunt, her juices flowing out of her well-fucked cunt.

When she had enough breath to move, she slid off my cock, turning round again and dropping down on top of me, kissing me, moaning my name. "Oh Andy, that was the best yet... we work so well together... you feel so good inside me..."

I returned her kisses, stroking her back and tight little ass. "Angela, honey, you drive me wild... I've never had sex as good as with you... even when we're not together, you're all I can think about."

She sniggered, breaking the mood.

"What now?" I asked, petulantly.

"See, Andy? I told you earlier. I'm all that you think about? That's love. Go on, say it baby, say those three little words."

I slapped her ass, telling her to stop being naughty.

"Oooh, baby, that's nice. Spank me..."

"Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I just want to sleep."

"MEN!" she exclaimed, rolling off me to curl up beside me. "Mind you, my thighs are killing me. All that raising up and down that big cock of yours... who needs a gym when they've got you?"

She ran her hand up and down my chest and stomach, stroking, reaching down to my cock and balls, then...

"Fuck me! You shaved! God they feel good. You naughty little man, they look quite tasty." With that, she started kissing her way down my body, until she got to my groin. Bypassing my cock, she started kissing and sucking on my balls. "Mmmm", she murmured as she licked away. And boy did it feel good. With all that hair out of the way, I could really feel every bit of her tongue as she licked round my balls.

Then she raised herself a bit, and took my cock into her mouth, licking our combined juices off me. When I was clean, she slid back up and french kissed me passionately, sharing the taste of both our juices with me. I pulled her tight into me, running both my hands down her firm back.

She broke the kiss. "Oh Andy, I can't wait to let Sam see me sucking your balls while you wank... But right now, let's go to sleep." She slipped down to lie beside me, her head on my chest, one leg looped over mine. I slipped an arm underneath her neck, bringing it round to stroke her hair as we relaxed and started to fall asleep.



Anal At Last Ch. 11



[The story so far: I've recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son by myself. After a long abstinence, I've met a woman (Angela) and we've been indulging in anal sex, new to both of us. My babysitter (Samantha) was staying at my place one night, and caught me "doing a money shot" over Angela, and I saw her in the shadows of the stairs. Then Angela divulged that while she took Sam for shopping and a boozy lunch one day, Sam had confessed that she'd seen me wank over Angela's face one night, and had wanked herself off later whilst thinking about it. That set Angela thinking, and she said she wanted me to flirt with Sam, and let Sam flirt with me, but without letting Sam know that it was planned. Angela also told me that Sam had been watching the previous night, whilst I wanked myself off as a show for Angela...

The cast:
Me: 36 yrs male
My son: Daniel
My girlfriend: Angela, 40 yrs
The babysitter: Samantha, 18 yrs
Samantha's  dad: Bill
Samantha's brother: David
Bill's late wife: Michelle
Bill's girlfriend: Barbara
Angela's friend: Jules
My ex-wife: Sharon
Daniel's friend: Stephen
Stephen's parents: Ken and Simone


]

We awoke the next morning, and for once, Angela wasn't going down on me. We stirred at the same time, lay for a bit in each others' arms, and then got up for breakfast. As we ate, we planned the weekend. On Sunday, Angela had already made plans to meet a friend for lunch, but that was it. And I had made no other plans. So we were free agents.

So we went out for the day on Saturday. The weather was good, so we took ourselves out to the beach, and just mooched for most of the morning: walking along the beach, trying to throw each other into the waves, stopping for a coffee at a wind-swept little cafe, sitting in each others' arms watching the sea in silence. It was great to have someone to cuddle up to when staring out to sea, my arms wrapped around Angela, and her head leaning back on my chest.

As we sat having the coffee, Angela mentioned Sam's shopping spree again. "Oh, remember how shocked you were at those swimming trunks we bought you?"

"Yes," I said cautiously, dreading what was coming next.

"Wait till you see Sam's swimsuit. It's positively sinful. I'm stunned that she agreed to buy it. Mind you, it did take some persuading on my part." She must have seen my eyes light up. "Oh Andy, calm down. You won't get to see it for a while yet, if at all. I think she needs a little bit of a tan first. She's awfully white. Almost pale blue. Actually, that reminds me of something."

She picked her phone out of her handbag, and dialed someone.

"Sam? It's Angela.... Yeah, good thanks, just spending the day with Andy at the beach... Yeah, it's lovely... Listen, I was thinking about that swimsuit of yours. You need to get a tan first, before you wear it publicly, it'll really look so much better... No, I don't mean one of those godawful orange tans... just a little bit of sun kiss. The weather's good, so make sure you get some sun today and tomorrow... Oh, yeah, I see what you mean.... OK, try this on for size: Andy's garden is pretty secluded as I remember, and he's staying with me all weekend. You've still got his keys, right?.... Then take your books and sunbathe in his garden, no-one will ever see you there... No, he'll be fine. If he complains, I'll do something to take his mind off it... "

Samantha said something next, and Angela looked at me, eyebrows raised and a smile on her face.

But she sounded playfully shocked when the spoke to Sam: "Don't be so rude, young lady! I've got no idea what you mean! Honestly, the youth of today are so uncouth... Seriously, you'll do it? ... Great. Well, I'll let you get on with studying... Speak to you later." Then she hung up.

"So, Sam's bathing at mine, is she?" I asked with a smile on my face.

"Yes, Andy, she is. What a shame you're not there to see it." She looked around to check no-one was near us. We were sat in a booth, sat next to each other facing out into the main cafe area. "You could have offered to rub some lotion in, slid them round her bum, and in her top, getting her all excited..." She slid her hand under the table, found my cock through my jeans, and started rubbing. Then she leaned in a bit to speak more quietly. "Imagine how she's look, all oiled up, her full tits bulging out of her swimsuit, a wet patch on the bottom part where she was getting turned on my your touch, nipples poking out, sweat dripping down her cleavage from the heat and the excitement -"

I pulled her hand away from me. "Angela, be nice."

"Andy, you deserve it after last night." I'd enjoyed myself last night, pretending that whilst Angela had the beginnings of a period, that I wouldn't go near her because of the blood. After a lot of teasing her, I'd fucked her good and hard.

"I didn't hear any complaints once we got down to it."

She laughed. "That was because I was bored with you and couldn't be bothered with the conversation. I just wanted to get it all over with as quickly as possible and get to sleep.

"Actually," she continued, "that's set me thinking. I could do with topping up my tan myself, and you could do with a bit of colour as well. Let's go back to my place, and we'll laze around all afternoon in the garden. If you're lucky, I might even let you rub some oil onto my back..."

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We finished our coffees, and went back to hers, after buying me some more trunks, as the ones that the girls had purchased were back at my place. Thankfully, these new ones were more decent than the "Daniel Craig" ones. We got changed into our bathing gear, and headed out to her garden, which was also pretty secluded.

Angela came over to me and started rubbing some sun tan lotion into my back, saying how she loved rubbing me, feeling how firm I was. She worked her way all over my back and shoulders, smoothing the cream in with a firm stroke. Then she did my legs, and she let her hands just touch my balls and then flit away as she stroked, all the while humming contentedly to herself. Obviously, that started to get me aroused.

When she finished my legs, she asked if the shorts I'd bought were the type that had UV protection built in. They weren't. 

"OK then, macho man. Slide them down and I'll rub some lotion into that firm behind of yours."

"Angela, we're in your garden. Mine is private. Yours is overlooked. You're not going anywhere near my private bits out here. Let's go indoors and you can rub that lotion anywhere you'd like".

"Andy, don't be such a prude. Trust me, I've sunbathed here plenty of times. There's only the house next door that can see into here, and they're away on holiday right now. No one can see." As she spoke, she was sliding my trunks down. I looked around again, and saw that no other house aside from next door overlooked, so I lifted my hips to let her slide the trunks down a bit. Unfortunately, she had other plans, and as quick as a flash, they were off me altogether and lying on the floor.

I started to protest, but she got me to shut up as she started rubbing the lotion into my lower back, slowly working her way downwards to my butt cheeks. She took her time, massaging me, and I settled down to enjoy it. With the warm sun, the firm massage, and the thought of a nice quiet weekend without Daniel, I let her have her way.

She leaned over me as she finally reached my ass, whispering how much she loved my firm ass, and how she wanted to spend a lot of time playing with it. I let her carry on, as she slapped more and more lotion on. My hard on was growing under me. After a while, I felt her hands start to sneak between the cheeks of my ass, closer and closer to my asshole. After weeks of various types of anal sex with Angela, it seems she'd decided it was her turn. Eventually, her fingers touched my asshole, and I flinched.

"Relax, baby," she breathed, as she stopped the massage pretense, and started running a finger deliberately round my asshole, relaxing it, lubricating it. It did feel good, if I'm honest. I've never had that done to me, so it felt strange, but definitely erotic. She played with me for a few minutes, and then she asked me to kneel.

Despite being in the garden, I was very aroused by now, so I did, knowing what was coming next. Angela put some more lotion on her hands, and sat behind me, reaching round with both hands to lubricate my now rock-hard erection. When she was satisfied with that, she got me to lay on my back, my cock sticking up in the air.

She licked her lips at the sight of it, and then she lifted my legs up, splayed open, so I was exposing my ass to her. With one hand, she started wanking my cock, with the other she reached down to my ass, and started working a finger inside. 

"How's that baby?" she asked.

"Strange... but good," I answered, honestly. And it was. It was odd to have something inside me for a change, but it was still very sensual. After a little while of that, her finger working deeper into my ass, she did something magic, and I suddenly got very turned on. I groaned out loud.

"That's your prostate... sit back and enjoy this, you'll love it." With that, she focused on that spot, and started wanking me harder. Fuck it felt good. My legs were shaking with the weirdness of it, but I could feel my orgasm approaching faster than I thought possible. I looked down the length of my body to see Angela gazing at me intently, taking it all in, her face flushed with excitement, her hand tight around my cock. I could smell her juices in the air. I started panting heavily, telling her I was almost there.  

"Come for me baby," she whispered. "Come for me while I finger your ass... let me see how excited you are... "

I put my head back down again, and just concentrated on how good my cock and ass felt as she wanked and fingered me. My balls began to tighten, and Angela leant down to take them in her mouth, sucking and licking, running her tongue all over the smooth hairless skin. 

That did it for me, and I came, my juice spurting out with great force as she rubbed my prostate, coming all over my body. Angela slowed down her wanking as I gasped my way through the orgasm, and then she pulled her finger out of my ass.

When I got my breath back, she undid her swimsuit, letting the top and bottom slide to the floor. She scooped up my come, rubbing it into her breasts, teasing her already erect nipples, pushing her finger into her already-wet cunt, giving me a show. "I hope you're ready for me baby," she said, as she straddled me, lining my still hard cock up with her cunt. I could see was aroused, her lips swollen already. She reached down to hold my cock steady as she slowly worked her way down it, her very tight cunt being pushed apart by my swollen staff.

God this woman was going to kill me. She'd just made me come whilst fingering my ass - doesn't a guy deserve a break in between sessions?

I reached up to her, pulling her down onto me, kissing her deeply as she writhed against me. I ran my hand down her back to her bum cheeks, pulling her tighter against me, moulding the firm flesh of her ass as we ground against each other, enjoying the penetration.

She worked her legs down so that she was straddling the sun bed, her feet flat on the floor, and sat upright again. The position gave her good leverage, allowing her to work herself up and down on my cock, sliding it all the way in and all the way out. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, enjoying the feel of her cunt being filled by my cock. Her hands came up to her tits, mauling them, playing with her nipples, as she climbed up and down my pole.

Then I saw something out of the corner of my eye... movement from the upstairs window next door!

I looked directly at the window, but could see nothing. It must have been a trick of the light. And so I went back to enjoying the feel of Angela riding my cock. A minute or two later, I again saw movement, but I resisted looking. I reached up again and pulled Angela down to me, kissing her, nuzzling her neck, playing with her hair. As I did so, I snuck a glance up at the window, looking through her hair so it wasn't obvious I was looking.

Yes, there was someone there.  Angela couldn't see from where she was - the neighbour's house was behind her.

"Angela, honey, there's something you should know... someone's watching us from next door."

"WHAT? Who-"

"DON'T LOOK," I hissed, clamping my arms around her back as she started to rise. "Have they got a son?"

"Yes," she answered, still trying to break free of my grip (but not trying too hard, I noticed). "Peter.... the dirty pervert. He's always trying to get a sneak of my tits. Mind you, sometimes I let him. He's quite cute, for a boy of his age. And he's got a nice package, by the looks of him. I've seen him swimming a couple of times. Nice body. Strong shoulders. And he always has to rush away - I think he gets a hardon when talking to me. Mind you, that's not surprising, as I do flirt a bit with him."

"Then who can blame him?" I said, smiling. Then I looked her in the eye. "Shall we give him a show?"

"You mean you want to carry on, knowing that he's watching?"

"Not only watching. I'm sure he'll be having a wank as well. I know I would be if I was in his place, looking at your lovely body stretched out on top of me. Especially if he gets a boner just from talking to you. Imagine how turned on he is right now, seeing you naked, your ass spread, your cunt filled with my cock, your tits on show."

She relaxed on top of me. "God yes, let's give him everything he wants to see," she said, a light in her eye. She lifted her body up again, taking her weight on her hands, and started to just arch her back, her knees not bending, writhing her spine back and forth on top of me, sliding her tight cunt up and down the length of my cock without any other part of her really moving, nice and slowly. I could feel her lips cling to me as she lifted. It must have been some view - that lovely ass raising and lowering itself, her lips split by my meaty cock. She did that for a few minutes, and then she stood up, lifting herself off me completely. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Peter vanish from the window. She turned around, her back towards me, her front towards Peter, and lowered herself onto me again. Then she went back to keeping her back upright, her hands coming up to play with her tits, her head tilted back, eyes closed, hair flying as she writhed and moaned above me. I saw Peter slide back into view in his window, and noticed small but regular movements of his arm and body. 

"Angela, honey, he's wanking... all because of you," I murmured.

"Oh fuck," she groaned, as I sat upright, my chest pressed tight against her back, and slid both my hands round her front, to play with her tits myself. She slid a hand down to play with her clit, as she continued slow fucking me, and I noticed she pushed her legs far apart to let Peter have a good view.

"I bet he wishes he had a pair of binoculars," I said into Angela's ear. "Maybe we should video ourselves one night, and you can invite him round to watch a home movie with you?"

"Oh, fuck Andy... can we do that? Will you let me show him the movie, watching his young cock grow in his jeans, knowing that he wants me? Maybe we should start making out, give him a real show, even let him reach over and feel my tits while you fuck me... oh, that's good baby, I love your cock inside me."

I grabbed Angela under her armpits, and lifted her off me. "No, Andy, get back down there and let me feel you inside me."

"Oh, you'll feel me alright.... Get bent over this sun bed." I maneuvered her into position, sideways on to our voyeur, standing on the floor but bent over to rest her hands on the lounger. I stood behind her, letting Peter get a good view of my cock, as I wanked it a little bit. Then I lined up with her cunt and slid inside in one smooth long push.

I did the porn star thing of resting one hand on her ass, the other well out of the way to avoid obstructing the view, as I slowly fucked in and out, pulling out as far as possible to ensure a good view of my cock. To be honest, I liked the idea of Angela being watched by someone else, especially as I was the one doing the fucking and reaping the benefit of her being turned on.

I ran a thumb down to her cunt, wetting it, and then slid it up to her asshole. She tensed, "Andy, no. Not-" Too late, I pushed the thumb into her ass, and she moaned her approval, pushing her ass back onto me. "Oh god, that feels good. I can't believe you're making me do this, making me fuck you while Peter watches, making me show him what a slut I am, taking your thumb up my ass... When we let him watch our movie, please baby, don't make me show him how bad I really am... don't make me spread my ass for your cock... that would be so humiliating baby."

"Angela, when we have sex in front of Peter, you'll do whatever I say, when I say it... if I want to take your ass, I'll do it, and I'll get him to hold your cheeks apart while I slide my cock in-"

"Oh fuck baby, that's so bad of you." She'd slid one hand down to her clit, wanking herself as we fucked and spoke. She was getting close, I could tell.

"- and then I'd get him to take his cock out and wank off over your face while you took my huge cock up your ass, like the total slut that you are... I'd let him see how much you're mine, to do what I want with... to fuck when I want to fuck and how I want to fuck-"

"Oh, Jesus, can we do it Andy, can we - NO!" I'd pulled out again, and I quickly flipped her round to lie on her back. I lifted her legs up, and spread them wide, as I knelt down on one knee, sliding my cock into her quickly in one hard push. The air rushed out of her, and she slid that hand down to her clit again, rubbing it as I ploughed my cock into her.

"That's it baby, fuck me, fuck me good and proper... oh, you feel so good... I'm going to come baby... keep going, oh yes, you fuck so good."

I was taking her hard and fast now, pushing in as far as I could, keeping her legs apart, watching her tits jiggle each time I bottomed out, and knowing that Peter could see the same.

"You love it, don't you Angela, getting fucked senseless out here in the open, my hard cock filling you up, that cute little boy next door wanking himself silly, watching you naked, watching you play with yourself while we fuck."

"God yes Andy, I'm so fucking horny right now... I wish he would come down here so I could suck his hard cock while you fuck me."

"Is that what you want Angela, you want me to fuck you up the ass right in front of him, and then hold your head as he pushes his cock into your mouth?"

She was speechless now, her orgasm very close. "Then when he's good and hard, I'll let him slide underneath you, lining his cock up with your cunt, and push you down onto him. Would you like two hard cocks inside you, two men taking you, using you, making you fulfill all their fantasies?"

"Andy, Andy, fuck me, I'm coming..." She was strumming her clit real fast now, lost in the fantasy of being double-fucked, and her orgasm started. I fucked her as hard and fast as I could... and then she did it again. She squirted, her juice spraying out over us, coating us with her jizz. "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck..." she moaned, over and over, as her orgasm ripped through her. Peter must surely have lost it then, coating his window with come as he watched something he'd only even heard about or seen in porn movies. I kept fucking her, keeping my body out of the way, as she rode through her come, slowly calming down, unable to speak.

Watching her come like that was having an impact on me, and I was close to coming as well. I held it off as long as possible, letting her recover. When I felt she was back in some control again, I pulled out of her, and took hold of her hands to pull her off the sun lounger, my hard cock bobbing about in the air between us. I pushed down on her shoulders, making her kneel in front of me, making sure that Peter was getting a good view. 




Anal At Last Ch. 11



Then I took hold of my cock and started wanking, shuffling forward to make sure I was going to come over her face. She moaned beneath me. "Yes Andy, do it, come on me, show Peter how much you own me... do it baby..." She leaned forward and licked my hairless balls. That did it again. I grunted, and pulled back to create a bit of distance between us, and then let fly, my spunk covering her face, getting in her hair, in her open mouth, on her tits. She leaned forward as the last few drops left my cock while I slowly wanked, catching my breath, and she took my cock in her mouth, sucking the last of my come from me. 

Then she leaned back, scooped the come from her face and tits into her mouth, and made it very obvious that she was swallowing my come, reaching up to help wank me for a bit.

After we'd recovered a bit, Angela decided we'd better get some sun tan cream on, and we spent a pleasant few minutes rubbing each other down, teasing, giving Peter some good views as I slowly got Angela glistening, rubbing the cream into her tits, her thighs, her stomach, her bum. Nothing else happened sexually, other than a bit of playful stroking where it counted, then we settled down to do some sunbathing and chatting. Angela made sure she lay with her bum towards Peter's house, so he could get a good view.

When we'd both had enough, we headed indoors. As we picked up our swimwear, I noticed she made a point of bending right over, thrusting her ass towards Peter's window. I took a hold of her, straightening up, then turned her round, standing behind her, both of us facing Peter. I kissed her neck and shoulders, my hands coming up to play with her tits, as I whispered into her ear "Let's do it... let's video ourselves... who knows when we might need it?"

She turned round to kiss me, hugging me, and I reached both hands down to spread the cheeks of her ass. I looked towards the window out of the corner of my eye, and was pleased to see Peter still there. I slid one hand into her ass crease, running my finger round her asshole. "Then we'll do what we said... I'll fuck you up the ass while Peter wanks himself silly from your sofa."

She groaned, grabbed my hand, and ran inside, dragging me with her.

Indoors, we calmed down a bit, although I still had a semi-hard cock, and Angela displayed all the signs of being turned on still. 

"So...", said Angela, a bit shyly, "do you stand by your word?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are we going to video ourselves, let me seduce Peter, and then have a threesome?" She ran a fingertip down my chest, over my stomach, and down to my cock as she waited for me to answer.

It took me a few moments. I'd not really thought about it. Fantasized, yes, but not seriously considered it. But I'd never considered having one with a woman I was in love with, it just didn't feel right. But Angela... well, I was only just falling for her. It wouldn’t be the same as having a threesome with my wife (back when she was my wife). And who knows, Angela might be the last woman I'm with who'll do anal sex, never mind want a threesome. I realized that if I didn't go for it with Angela, I might never have the chance again.

"On one condition," I said.

She looked at me, expectantly.

"Only I get to fuck you in the ass."

She grabbed me, kissing me fiercely, between saying "Andy, thank you, I've always wanted a threesome.... thank you... I'll make it worth your while baby... I'll be the biggest slut you've ever met... I'll do anything for you... anything."

I pulled her away from me. "Angela, I'll remember that..."

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We lounged around for the rest of the afternoon, and then came indoors for some great takeaway food and a bottle of wine. While sitting down after the meal, Angela talked about her adolescence a lot, about how shy she'd been, continuing on from what she'd mentioned when she'd told me about her plans with Sam. It was great to get to know Angela at a deeper level, and we settled down together on the sofa, watching a movie.

At one point, when we spooned together, she felt my hard-on at her back. We weren't doing anything that might have triggered it, other than lying together. "Andy, remember yesterday, you said you wanted to take my ass here on the sofa while we watched a porn movie?"

"Yes," I said, reaching up to start caressing her tits.

"Can we save that for another night?"

"Of course - are you OK?"

She slapped my thigh. "You mean that because a woman says she doesn't want your nine-inch rod stuffed up her backside, there must be something wrong with her?"

"No, that's not-" I started to say.

"Well I'd love to do it tonight... but I want to save myself."

"You what?" I sputtered. It was a bit late to be saving herself.

She rolled around to face me, kissing me on the neck as she cuddled into me. "I want the next time you're in my ass... to be at the same time Peter is fucking me as well."

"OK..." I said. "Jesus, I hope it's soon. I'm not sure I can cope without your ass for weeks or months."

She grinned up at me. "There, you said it again."

"Said what?"

"Said that you loved me..." she coyly whispered in my ear.

"I said no such thing!"

"Well, you meant it... you can't live without my ass... that's what you said."

"I said I can't COPE without your ass. But don't worry. If you won't put out, I'll find someone who can."

"Hah! In your dreams old man. I keep saying, I'm only doing this out of sympathy for how lonely you are."

And so the banter continued through the rest of the evening. We went to bed that night, and had sex. 'Lovemaking' is probably a better word. Slow, quiet, sensual, taking our time, enjoying each other's bodies, luxuriating in our growing closeness. Afterwards, we just lay in each other's arms, enjoying the silence.

Angela turned to me, and whispered in my ear. "I love-"

WHAT?

"- the way we work together baby."

Damn! She hadn't said it.

She continued. "It's good between us, isn't it? Great sex. You're pleasant company to have around. You're sense of humour is ... adequate." She laughed quietly, cuddling as far into me as she could. "And it's great to have you next to me at night baby. I think we should do it more often."

I was quiet, realising with some shock that I had wanted her to say "I love you". After a few moments, I pulled her in tight, murmuring "Yes. I think that would be nice," as I kissed the top of her head.

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I woke first the next morning, and decided it was fair play to get her back. I carefully turned over to see Angela lying on her side facing away from me, so I shuffled in to spoon into her. Still asleep, she sighed and relaxed into me.

I waited a few minutes, then started to very gently stroke her belly, just moving my fingertips. Then, slowly, over minutes at a time, I started widening the area I was covering, until I was reaching the underside of her breasts (we both slept naked when together, fortunately). She sighed again, but didn't wake. 

I wriggled slightly to move my now-hard cock into a less intrusive position, and kept on stroking more and more of her, reaching her nipples, feeling them harden under my feather-light touch. I love that point where the underside of a woman's full breasts joins her upper stomach, so I spent some time just running my fingertips around there.

After about quarter of an hour of this teasing, I started to edge my hand closer and closer to her cleft, lightly touching the small patch of hair she'd left above her cunt. She stirred, and I froze, but she just shifted position slightly, her legs opening a touch more. I slowly edged onwards, taking my time, enjoying the game, my cock and balls bursting for some action instead of this long-lasting tease. 

Eventually, I reached her lips, and then I REALLY slowed down. I knew she was likely to awake at this point, based on similar experiences with other women, so I moved very little, pressed very lightly, and slowly but surely got to the point where I had eased her lips apart slightly. Even in her sleep, she was turned on, and she began to stir again as I edged by fingertip between her lips. She murmured something indistinct, then I clearly heard her say "Peter". Obviously, yesterday's events were still running through her head. Was she having a sex dream about him? I think she might have been, as she rolled onto her back and her legs opened further, giving me clear access.

I kept on working her lips, gradually inserting my finger more and more, pushing a fraction of an inch at a time. I could feel her get wetter as time passed, and it eventually got to the point where she was as wet as I would like for sex. Enough was enough, I decided. My balls were getting sore from having a hard on for so long.

I carefully shifted position, getting above her in a press-up position, not actually touching her. Then I bent my hips forward, allowing my cock to creep near to her cunt. With a bit of twisting and very subtle movement, I could feel that my head was between her lips. 

At that point, I lowered my head to hers. "Angela, honey, there's something I think you should wake up for..." I spoke, softly.

"Oh Andy, I was having a great dream - why did you wake me up?" she said, as she stirred and tried to focus her eyes.

"For this," I said, as I started pushing my way inside her. It was tight - she wasn't as wet as she normally would have been - but she was wet enough for me to get in.

"Oh fuck baby that's good.. oh yeah... god you feel big," she murmured as she continued waking up. Her hips came up to push against me, and I lowered myself onto my elbows, easing the strain on my arms and shoulders.

"What was your dream, baby?" I asked, as I eased in and out, getting deeper and deeper each time.

"You were fucking me like you are now, in this bed. Taking me almost against my will. I was struggling, but only a bit, as I gave into you very quickly."

"Was that it?"

"Well, it went on for longer... oh, you feel so good in me... but that was basically it."

"What about Peter?"

"What?" she asked.

"You spoke his name out loud. Here I am, I've been playing with you for over half an hour while you slept, my cock and balls sore from being so hard for so long, and you're saying another guy's name."

"Oh Andy, I'm sorry... You're right, it was about both of you. You were on the bed, wanking that big cock of yours, while Peter fucked me. He's got a nice cock as well baby, at least in my dreams, so he filled me up real good. But I kept begging you to fuck me up the ass, and you kept saying no. Eventually Peter came in me, and he left. Then you turned me over, got on top of me, and held me down, fucking me up the ass.... telling me what a slut I am to have two men's come in my two holes... telling me how dirty I am... filling me with your huge cock."

She paused. "Then what happened, my little slut?" I asked.

"Then Peter came up behind us again, and he started fingering your ass, just like I did yesterday, while you fucked mine. And you loved it..."

I didn't know what to say, so I just said "Then what?"

"Well, you were really getting into it, but you pulled off me, and threw Peter onto the bed next to me, face down...Then ... Then you got on top of him and forced your cock into his ass as well."

"Did I now?"

"Oh baby, I know it's odd, but the dream got me so horny, seeing that young man take your big cock up his ass. I've always wanted to see two hunky men fuck each other."

I said nothing, not sure how to take it, but I kept on fucking her. Some small part of me was turned on by what she was saying.

"Andy honey, fuck me, fuck me. Sorry for my dream baby, it's not my fault... but it did get me horny.... fuck that feels great... I love the way you fuck me... do it baby, fuck me, fuck me harder, make me pay for having that dream."

And I did, fucking her harder than I think I ever had done, my cock ploughing her insides. She lifted her legs, clasping them behind my back as best she could, riding the storm that I'd become. That dream had turned me on. I guess an asshole is an asshole - there can't be any difference between a woman's and a man's. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't about to shag a bloke - it was only fantasy. But the thought of Angela getting off on watching me fuck someone else in the ass was erotic.

"Oh, baby, that's it... fuck me like an animal... like your slut... like your own personal whore... oh... nearly there... oh god... here it comes..."

She came, bucking her hips up into me, pushing me deeper inside her. I thrust harder, if that was possible, getting closer to my own orgasm. She was panting below me, urging me on, begging me to come in her, to make her mine, to mark my turf, and that did it. I came, strongly, my cock as deep inside her at it could get, my come bursting deep inside her, as she ran her hands down my back to my bum, pulling me in. "That's it Andy, come in me, fill me up. I want your come leaking out of me for the rest of the day.... ah, that's it baby.. Jesus, I can feel you come... oh, that's real good baby, real good... that's it... breathe.... breathe...."

I collapsed on top of her, momentarily weak from the orgasm, unable to support myself. She pulled my head into the nook of her shoulder, stroking my hair, giving small movement in her hips as the aftershock of her own orgasm continued. "Mmmm, that was good baby. You feel good in me. So big. Thank you for the nice wake up call."

When I'd recovered, I asked her what the plans were for the day, since she'd said earlier she was meeting a friend for lunch. She said she'd be leaving about midday, and be back maybe three o'clock.

"Oh, good. Time for me to watch more of your little porn collection then," I responded.

"Now now, Andy, be good. I'll want you fit and healthy for when I come back, instead of all wanked out. Who knows, maybe we could go sunbathing again outside - it looks like it might be a nice day. No! I know!" Her face lit up with a sudden idea. She climbed on top of me, and straddled my chest, facing my feet, pushing her beautiful bum towards me.

"Do you like my ass baby?"

"You know I do Angela."

"Do you want it? Do you want to slide your big cock inside my tight little tush again? Do you want to feel my asshole spread as you push inside?"

"Baby, you know the answer to that as well."

"Well then, here's what I could do. I could pop next door, claim that I heard a noise this morning and wanted to check if Peter and his parents were back early. Then as it'll just be him alone, I could invite him round this evening. A few glasses of wine, you and I get a bit carried away... and you two men could fulfill my wildest dream." As she said this, she licked a finger, and started rubbing her asshole with it.

"Oh Andy, you're little man is showing interest... is that what you want baby, to push your big hard cock inside my ass, feeling Peter's cock already inside my other hole..." She pushed her finger into her asshole a little bit. "I said you can't have my ass till that happens.... why not make it tonight, while we've got the place to ourselves and Peter's parents are away. Who knows? Maybe afterwards I'll have him sneak out occasionally and come round to give me a good fucking when you're here as well. Or maybe even when you're not here, so you have to punish me for being naughty."

I slapped her ass, eliciting a short scream from her. "We'll have to see, won't we Angela. Maybe I've got other plans for tonight."

"Ooooh, Andy, whatever could they be?"

"You'll have to wait and see my love," I answered, as I pushed her off me and headed for the shower.

She called into me as I ran the shower to warm. "You can't deny that one Andy. You said the L-word".

I grinned as I stepped into the warmth.

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We pottered about that morning, reading the Sunday papers together in amicable silence, making light chat, and then Angela went upstairs to get ready to go out. A few minutes later, I followed her upstairs to watch her get dressed. As I walked in the bedroom, she said "Oh, no Andy. Back downstairs. You're not watching me, you dirty little pervert. And you're not getting a quick shag before I go out. There's no way I'm meeting my friend smelling of your man juice." She threw a pillow at me, and I beat a hasty retreat back downstairs to the papers.

Angela came back downstairs a bit later, looking mighty fine indeed. I stood up and walked up to her. We hugged, and had a quick passionate kiss, and then she pulled back and said she had to rush.

She reached down to gently rub my cock. "But don't worry Andy, I'll be wanting you as soon as I get back. I always feel horny after a lunchtime glass of wine..."

"Do you? So you'll be extra horny after a glass of wine, and also extra horny because it's your period? Yum. I can't wait. I think I might not get out of here alive today."

"Sorry to break it to you, my period is over. No blood in the shower today."

"Ah well. I'll just file those bits of information away for your next period. Fancy meeting for a glass of wine for lunch, in about ... oh, let me think... about a month's time?" I grinned at her, lecherously.

She looked at me and laughed. "Oh Andy, first you said the L-word, and now you're making plans for our future? My, my - you're just so smitten with me, aren't you?"

"Isn't it time you left?" I joked, breaking away from her to sit by the papers and my fresh cup of coffee.

"Well, kicked out of my own home, how do you like that?" she shouted as she picked up her bag and walked out the house.

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I knew she'd only be gone a couple of hours, so I just kicked back, finished reading the papers, grabbed myself a sandwich for lunch, watched a bit of Sunday daytime TV. Then I got a text from her: "Sorry for running late but am on the way back now. Thought I'd warn you so you can stop watching porn on my PC".

Great, I thought, she should be feeling horny after her lunchtime drink. I'll give her a little surprise. So I went up to the bedroom and quickly stripped off. Then I went downstairs, and made myself comfy in her armchair, which faces the door to the living room. Then I started thinking about Angela, about all the great sex we'd been having, and the great sex we were about to have. When my cock was nice and hard, I started wanking slowly. Not enough to start me on the road to orgasm, but enough to keep my arousal high. I laid back a bit, and fantasised over what it would be like to take Angela up the ass while Peter was below her fucking her as well. A threesome had been a regular fantasy of mine over the years, although with anonymous strangers - I'd never really fantasised about a threesome with my ex-wife or previous girlfriends. But seeing how turned on Angela was yesterday, and how much I trusted her, the more I thought about it now, the more I was getting turned on by the idea.

I imagined seeing her straddling Peter (who I'd not really seen yet), his nice-sized cock in her cunt, her lips spread, clinging to his hard-on as she rose and fell on him. I'd come up behind her with some lube, and start working it into her ass with my finger. She'd be so turned on, unable to speak with the thought of what she was about to experience, just grunting as Peter went to work on her. Then I'd kneel beside her, and get her to lube my cock up well, telling her to do a good job as I was about to ram this into her bowels while Peter filled her as well, getting her more turned on.

My fantasy continued as I laid back on the armchair, resting my head back, closing my eyes to block out distractions. My cock started to leak juice, so I ran it round my head with one finger, sending shivers up and down my spine. 

It was only a few minutes later, my cock straining at my internal images of Angela's asshole spreading as I entered her, when I heard keys in the lock, the front door opening, and footsteps. I head the door to the living room open, and could imagine the look on Angela's face when she saw my throbbing hard-on.




Anal At Last Ch. 11



"Well... I guess you must be Andy" said a strange voice.

SHIT!

I leapt out of the chair, standing bolt upright, my hard-on bouncing in the air, to see an unknown woman standing by the door. I stared at her, and she smirked as she ran her eyes up and down me, raising her eyebrows in mild surprise when she took in my cock.

"Er..." I said, stunned. At that point, Angela walked in the room, took the situation in at a glance, and rolled her eyes at me, laughing.

She looked at her friend. "What did I tell you - he's a bloody animal. Permanent hard-on. Can't even wait for me to get in and have a cup of tea before he wants sex."

Her friend laughed, and looked pointedly at my still hard cock. "And you were right about something else as well." 

And with that, she walked up to me and reached out, taking my cock in her hand. I froze, unable to speak, looking at Angela like a deer in the headlights.

The friend wanked me back and forth a couple of times, as Angela fought a smile back. "Mmmm, nice and firm," said the friend, as she looked me in the eye and licked her lips, still wanking me slowly.

I gulped, and the two girls laughed. The friend ran her hand up my cock all the way, then ran a fingertip round my moistened head. Then she lifted that finger to her lips, and sucked it in, running her tongue around it.

"Oh yum, tasty!" she said. The two girls burst out laughing as the friend reached up to shake hands. "Hi, I'm Charlie... Charlene to my parents... Charlie to everyone else." We shook hands, somewhat awkwardly. She looked down at my cock again. "I'm impressed - very impressed - but don't you want to take that beast upstairs and cover up, so that we can talk normally without me getting distracted."

I looked down at my cock. Then at her. Then at Angela. "Erm... I guess so... yes," and I walked out to go upstairs.

Charlie called after me. "Oh, and Andy.... nice arse." I bolted upstairs to the sound of the girls in hysterics downstairs.

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I dressed, came sheepishly downstairs, and put up with many, many digs from the two women as we chatted and I got to know Charlie. Now that I'd relaxed a bit, I remembered Angela mentioning Charlie a few times. Nothing specific, just comments like she was heading out with Charlie for a drink. I'd obviously assumed it was a bloke. Charlie was attractive: in her late twenties I guess, good figure, wavy brown hair, deep throaty laugh, and very self-assured for someone of her age.

She stayed for about an hour or so, and then left, parting with the comment, "Now Andy, if that's how you greet a stranger, I can't WAIT till we get to know each other a bit better," as she purposefully looked down at my cock, and shared another laugh with Angela.

When she'd gone, Angela came up to me, pushed me down on the sofa, and straddled me.

"Andy, Andy, Andy. What am I going to do with you? Couldn't you keep your cock in your pants even for a few hours? "

"Well, in my defence, you did say you always feel horny after a lunchtime drink. I thought it would be a nice surprise."

"Oh, it was. Just not as big a surprise as it was for Charlie," she said, grinning. "Do you know what she said when you were getting dressed? She said if we ever split up, or if I just need a break, she'll be glad to take you in hand. Would you like that? I could tell you find her attractive. She's a good looking girl, what man wouldn't find her sexy? So should we do that? Next time I'm away for work, shall I give her your address so that she can come over and relieve your frustrations?" She had started grinding her hips as she spoke. "That was all I could think about while we were talking. I kept imaging her in your bed, unable to believe how much you filled her, as you fucked her hard and fast. None of the slow teasing that we get, just a quick hard fuck."

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you Angela? I'll bet you'll set me up - you won't actually be away. You'll secretly come into the house, just like you did with the photos, and sneak upstairs. You'd watch from the doorway, letting me see you but hidden from Charlie, as she straddles me and strains to get my cock into her." Angela's breath was coming a bit faster now, and she was kissing my neck and throat as I talked. "She'd groan a bit at the size of me, but she'd gradually force her way down onto me, eventually bottoming out, her bum cheeks pressing onto my thighs. Then she'd start to fuck me, and I'd sit up, run my hands down her back, grabbing her hips and pulling her down onto me.

"You'd stand in the doorway, one hand in your pants playing with your clit, the other tweaking your nipples, begging me with your eyes to do it, to do the one thing you want to see...

"And then I'd do it... I'd run my hand down to the cheeks of her ass, and start to play with her hole." Angela groaned, rubbing herself on my jean-clad hard-on. "Charlie would shriek, shocked, and then as I carried on, she'd moan, telling me that I'm so dirty, but loving it, begging me to push my finger inside her ass."

Angela stood up, took off her trousers faster than I thought possible, and laid back on the sofa, thrusting her hand down her knickers to play with herself as I pulled my jeans off. I stretched out on top of her, and she reached down to pull my cock out of my boxers, aiming it at her cunt, pulling her knickers to one side.

"Fuck me Andy" she growled, and I pushed deep inside her. She was very wet, obviously the fantasy she'd been thinking about for the last hour had had its effect. "Oh, fuck, that's good. Fuck me, take me Andy, make me come."

I started fucking her good and proper, long, deep strokes, hard and fast. I used the arm of the sofa at my feet to get some leverage, allowing me to really push up into her. Just like the last time she did this, that drove her wild. There must be something about having the extra leverage that makes my cock rub in all the right places inside her. I kept my body raised up on my arms, in a kind of press-up position, letting her look down at my cock as it pulled in and out of her steaming hole. 

"That's good baby, let me see you, let me see your big cock fuck me," she moaned, her hands grabbing my ass and pulling me deeper. We were both worked up, our breath coming faster already as we both approached our orgasms.

"That's it Charlie," I said, playing along with her fantasy. "Fuck back at me. Feel my cock in your cunt. I can't believe you came round here begging me to fuck you while Angela's away. You've wanted it... oh, fuck you're tight... ever since you touched my rock hard cock at Angela's place haven't you?"

"Yes, Andy. Fuck me. I'm bad. I saw what Angela had and I wanted it. I wanted to feel your cock split me apart as you fucked me. She's told me all about you... ah, so hard.... how you want sex all the time, how you've taken her up the ass, how you had sex with Peter watching.... I've wanted you inside me for a long time... oh, fuck, that's good, I'm going to come Andy... fuck me... give me your cock... oh, that's it... oh yes...." She came then, her entire body arcing to lift me bodily off the sofa, her hot cunt running with her juices, her breath stuck as her orgasm ripped through her. I kept on fucking her as best as I could, as I was getting close myself.

As she wound down from her come, my cock still pushing in and out, she said "Andy, sorry baby, I'm a bit sensitive...." I sighed, and pulled out of her, rolling onto my side. She waited a moment to get her breath back, and then slid off the sofa from underneath me. I thought I'd be left high and dry, but she knelt down and promptly took my cock in her mouth, even with it covered with her juices. In between her still fast breathing, she sucked my head, licked around the foreskin, ran her tongue up and down it's length, and finally started sucking on my balls as she started wanking me. I shifted position to give her easier access to my balls, as it felt great to have them sucked and licked whilst her hand was giving me a nice firm wank.

It didn't take long before I could feel my sperm boiling, and I told her I was ready to come. She lifted her head to take as much of my cock into her mouth as possible, more than before. Momentarily, I wondered if she had been practicing with Jules, as they mentioned in their emails, but I got distracted at how good it felt getting a blowjob. She ran a finger under my bum, and played with my ass a bit. She couldn't get it in, because of the position we were in, but it was enough to set me off.  I came in her mouth, grabbing her head to hold her in place as my cum spurted down her throat. She kept on sucking, taking it all in, swallowing my juice, and wanking me with her hand, slowing down as I came down from my come. 

She sucked the last of my come from me, and then slid back onto the sofa to kiss me, still slowly wanking me as the aftershocks ran through me. Again, the taste of my own come, with a hint of her flavour from when I'd been in her, was extremely erotic, and I kissed her back passionately, running my hand down her back and pulling her close.

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Later on that afternoon, around 4 o'clock, I popped out to the corner shop to get some milk, as we'd run out. On the way back, as I reached Angela's place, I saw someone, Peter I assume, coming out of his house. Now I could see him close up, I could see why Angela flirted with him. He was attractice, slim but not skinny, probably one of those people who will always look about 10 years younger than he actually is (once he gets older). He saw me coming, and kind of looked away, as if trying to avoid my gaze.

Do or die, Andy, I thought to myself.

"Hi, you must be Peter," I opened with.

He looked up sharply, surprised. I held out my hand to shake hands, which he did, still speechless.

"My name's Andy, I'm seeing Angela... next door."

"Oh... er.. Hi. Yes, I'm Peter. But... how did you know?"

"Angela thought that... that she heard noises this morning. She said that your parents had gone away, and she thought you had as well. Then I think she guessed you were still at home."

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to be noisy."

"No, it wasn't noisy as such, such a thump or something, I think. I wasn't really playing attention, but obviously Angela was alert for noises coming from an empty house."

"Could you tell her it's OK, I'll be here all the time Mum and Dad are away."

"I could do... or you could come in yourself and tell her... but I guess you're off out somewhere?"

"Yes, just off to do a bit of shopping. Could you-"

"Well, why don't you come round after you come back and tell her. What time will that be, do you think?" I needed to push a bit harder than I would have done otherwise.

"Oh. Er. I guess in a couple of hours."

"Sorry, I'm being pushy," I said. "You've not got anything on later?" I needed to make sure he was free that night.

"Er. No. Just a sunday night in."

"Great. Tell you what. Come round about eight o'clock. We're spending the night in as well, just a bottle of wine, a pizza, and a movie. Why don't you join us for a glass and a bite to eat?" He started to protest, but I leapt in to interrupt. "Don't say another word. I know what it's like cooking for yourself when your parents are away. So come in, just stay for half-an-hour or something. " I paused, and looked at him. "It'll make Angela happy to know that you're OK. Just between you and I, I think she's got a bit of a soft spot for you and wants to know everything's alright. If she finds out I bumped into you today and didn't invite you over, I'll never hear the end of it. Please, for my sake, pop around and say hello." I put on my best grin.

"Er. OK. Just for a bit," he said, blushing a little.

"Great," I said enthusiastically. "See you around eight then." And then I left, quickly, before he could change his mind.

It should be an interesting night, I thought, my heart beating fiercely in my chest.



Anal At Last Ch. 12



[The story so far: I've recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son by myself. After a long abstinence, I've met a woman (Angela) and we've been indulging in anal sex, new to both of us. My babysitter (Samantha) has watched us have sex, and confessed to Angela. That set Angela thinking, and she said she wanted me to flirt with Sam, and let Sam flirt with me, but without letting Sam know that it was planned. 

Also, Angela and I have been watched by Angela's neighbour, Peter, while we had sex in the garden. The next day, I'd got Peter to agree to come round that night to see us, without telling him that we'd gotten off using him in a fantasy three-some.

The cast:
Me: 36 yrs male
My son: Daniel
My girlfriend: Angela, 40 yrs
The babysitter: Samantha, 18 yrs
Samantha's  dad: Bill
Samantha's brother: David
Bill's late wife: Michelle
Bill's girlfriend: Barbara
Angela's friend: Jules
My ex-wife: Sharon
Daniel's friend: Stephen
Stephen's parents: Ken and Simone
Peter: Angela's young neighbour


]



I had a plan. For the next four hours, till Peter arrived (assuming that he did actually follow-through), I'd tease Angela like mad. Then give her the time of her life with Peter. I hoped she would appreciate everything I was doing for her...

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I went back indoors after speaking to Peter, and dropped the milk into the fridge. Angela was loading the washing machine, bent over to sort out the clothes, her ass nicely thrust out. She'd not really got dressed after our afternoon sex, instead just throwing on some underwear and a thin dressing down.

I went up to her, and quickly lifted up the dressing gown, displaying her panty-clad ass. Then I bent to kiss it, as Angela murmured something like "Jesus Christ, not again."

Turning, she spoke loudly. "Andy, I'm in the middle of housework. Get a grip on yourself."

I pulled her close into me, taking hold of her bum and having a good fondle, the dressing gown still up around her waist. The smooth skin of her bum just underneath her knicker-legs was my target, and it felt fantastic. "Sorry honey, your ass was just too delicious to pass up the opportunity." I kissed her neck a few times, pulling her groin onto mine.

She returned the kiss, saying I was incorrigible. I slid my hands up, and then down into her knickers, feeling her naked bum again. Her hips ground into mine a little bit, my cock coming to attention with the pressure, as I fondled her ass cheeks. She put one hand behind my neck, pulling my head down as she opened up the top of her dressing gown with the other hand. I took the hint, and kiss her cleavage and her breasts left exposed by the bra. She sighed, and ground into me further.

After a few kisses, I lifted my head. "Baby, I've had an idea. Remember how turned on you were the other night, when I teased you all evening, but kept backing off because of your period?"

Angela put on a fake pout. "Yes, Andy, I remember. It wasn't very nice."

"Let's do it again. Let's tease each other for the rest of the evening till we go to bed, get each other worked up but without coming, and then go to bed and I'll let you give me a good hard fuck."

"Did you say 'You'll let me'?? Don't you mean 'I will let you'?. Didn't you know that sex is always at the discretion of the woman?"

I bent my head again to kiss her cleavage, whilst running one finger down the crease of her ass, lightly touching her rosebud. "Are you sure?" I asked. "You can always say no."

"Oh god Andy, you bastard. You know there's no way I'm saying no... as long as you promise to rim me later."

"Me? Rim this delightful little ass of yours? It'll be a pleasure, my lady."

"Good," she responded. "Now let me finish this washing, and then you can start teasing me by pouring a glass of wine, getting some baby lotion, and massaging my feet. Those shoes I had on today were murder. If you do it nicely, maybe I'll use the lotion to massage a part of you, in return."

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We sat having the wine, Angela in the armchair, still clad in her dressing gown and underwear, me knelt at her feet. I did give her a foot massage, as it's kind of a sensual thing to do anyway. Luckily she had nice feet.

As I massaged one foot, she rested the other foot on my thigh. Of course, it didn't take long before she was rubbing it up and down my cock, through my jeans. I finished both feet, and then started massaging her calves, slowly working my way up her legs.

At one point, she sighed, and parted her thighs, giving me a glimpse of her now uncovered quim. "Do you like what you see Andy? I thought I'd slip my knickers off earlier, to give you a cheap little thrill."

I reached her knees, and gently parted her thighs even more to give me access to the soft creamy flesh in-between. Adding more massage lotion to my hands, I asked her to pull her dressing gown out of the way, so I wouldn't get it marked. She laid back in the chair, sliding down slightly, her thighs opening more, and I leaned in to get a better position. I could smell her arousal in the air as I rubbed and stroked her inner thighs, working closer and closer to her groin.

She moaned as at last my fingertips touched her mound, and her hands came up to start playing with her tits through the dressing gown. I slid one finger up her moist lips, parting them, and she moaned my name under her breath. I pushed that finger in slightly, and her hips pushed forward to get more into her. 

I fingered her for a few moments, and then grabbed her behind the knees and pulled her further down the armchair, so that her bum was hanging off the edge. Then I lifted her legs up so that her knees were on my shoulders, and lowered my head to her groin, kissing her inner thighs, licking, and nibbling, working my way towards her hot hole. She held the back of my head, urging me on.

I ran my tongue up her lips, and she groaned, "Oh Andy, that's good. Lick me baby, put your tongue inside me." I did as she asked, making my tongue firm, pushing it as far inside as I could, sliding my hands under her to grab her bum and pull her into me. Her thighs clenched on the sides of my head, preventing me from pulling away.

I licked up and down her slit, spreading her lips, tasting her juices, flicking at her clit, as I wormed one hand further underneath her, aiming for her asshole. She lifted that cheek to give me easier access, saying "Oh, that's it baby, lick me, give me your tongue, taste me... further Andy, push your hand further, finger my ass while you lick me baby."

I got one finger to her asshole, and started rubbing around it, hearing her moan above me. She was dry there, but I had plans for that. When she was starting to get really turned on, I pulled my hand away from her ass, and used both hands to push her knees even further back towards her shoulders, exposing her asshole to my gaze.

I eased her thighs apart to give me room to move, and looked her right in the eye as I started licking lower and lower towards her rectum. She grasped the back of my head again, pushing me in hard to her. "Oh, Andy, do it, rim me... stick your tongue in my asshole baby... you're so dirty... but you make me so horny... oh yes, Andy, that's it... oh god I can feel your tongue... I love your tongue in my back passage honey... oh fuck that's good... please tell me you'll fuck me there later... I want you to baby, I want you to stick that big cock of yours in my ass and make me scream as you push it inside..."	

I curled my tongue up, stiffening it, and pushing it into her ass as far as I could, and ran one of my hands up to her cunt, fingering her while I rimmed her ass. Her hips started bucking, and I could tell she was getting close to coming. I kept it up a bit longer till she was very close indeed, and then pulled away from her, kneeling on the floor in front of her.

"Andy, baby, don't stop," she panted.

"Angela, remember our deal? Teasing only, till we have sex tonight. Don't worry, you'll definitely enjoy what I've got planned for you."

She pouted again, and then slid off the seat and knelt in front of me. She reached forward, undid my jeans, and pulled them down as far as she could. Then she reached into my boxes, and pulled my cock out of the fly. 

She started wanking me, saying "Baby, let's just have sex now. Look at us; we're both as horny as fuck. Let's just fuck each other senseless... we can tease each other later, or another night. Come on baby, take this big boy and stick it where your tongue just was."

I said nothing, but just pulled her hand away, and stood up, taking a hold of her head and pulling her towards my rampant cock. She took the hint, and opened her mouth to let me in. She sucked for all she was worth, gazing up at me as she swallowed my cock, wanking the lower part of my shaft with one hand, fondling my balls with the other. Damn that felt good. She was definitely getting better. Maybe she had been taking lessons off the mysterious Jules after all.

I stood there and enjoyed her mouth for a while, and then pulled out. I lifted her up and threw her gently onto the sofa on her back, and then lowered myself on top of her. "Oh, yes, baby, fuck me... fill me up... make me come on your hard cock," she moaned as she spread her legs wide to let me in. I didn't try to enter her; instead, I just rubbed my cock up and down the outside of her lips, grinding into her clit. She tried to push me away from her, grabbing my cock to line it up with her cunt, but I resisted her. Instead, I just rubbed away, up, down, left and right a bit, seeing her getting more turned on.

I craned by neck, bringing my mouth down to her breasts. She took hold of one, lifting it up to get her nipple in my mouth. She moaned as I took it in and sucked hard on it, gently nipping it with my teeth, as I slid my hands underneath her to grab her ass cheeks and pull them apart to stretch her asshole.

Then I got off her and stood up. "That's enough for now Angela. I told you. Teasing only, till my little surprise later."

"Oh baby, you're cruel," she responded. Then she ran her hands down to her cunt and started wanking herself, one hand pushing in, the other rubbing her clit. "But you didn't say I couldn't bring myself off... watch me, baby, watch me come..."

I grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet. She stepped in close, wrapping her arms around me, bringing our groins into contact again, her nipples stabbing into my chest, grabbing my hands and bringing them down to her ass. I enjoyed myself for a few moments, kissing her, nibbling her earlobes, running one finger up and down the crease of her ass, not quite touching her asshole. She arched her back, pushing her ass onto my finger, and I let my fingertip rub her asshole, but only for a few seconds. Then I broke the hold, stepped back, and reached down to my rock-hard cock. I started wanking it slowly, and squeezed it a bit to make some pre-cum ooze out. I collected it on finger, and then lifted that finger to her mouth. She eagerly took it in, sucking it clean, giving it a mini blowjob.

Then I pulled away again, and strolled butt-naked into the kitchen, my erection bobbing before me. "Let's have that dinner we had planned?" I called behind me. I heard her growl her frustration at me.

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I made the dinner, and came back into the room. We sat and ate it, both of us still naked chatting about the usual sorts of things - work, TV, favourite holiday vacations. Then when we'd finished, I put the dishes away in the dishwasher and sat on the sofa. I reached down to my cock, and said to Angela "Watch....", as I started wanking. I leaned back into the sofa, closed my eyes, tilted my head back, as I wanked with one hand, and used the other to stroke my balls, my inner thighs, my stomach, my nipples. My cock quickly came to life, raising it's head, as Angela started playing with herself as well. She sat on the floor opposite me, kneeling down, her legs spread to let me see her cunt as she slid a finger inside her.

After a few minutes, I pulled her up to me, and then eased her down into a straddling position. She took the hint, and lined my erect cock up with her cunt, forcing herself down onto it. She was still not quite wet enough, so it took a lot of pushing. "Ah, fuck Andy you're big... you feel so good... ah... nearly there... fuck... oh yeah... that's it". As she pushed, I could feel her natural lubrication increase, and by the time she was down on me completely, she was wet enough to make fucking easier.

I put my hands behind her, cupping her ass, bodily lifting her up and down on my cock. It was great to see her lips cling to me as she rose up, inch after inch of my throbbing meat exposed, only to be swallowed up again a few minutes later.

I put one finger up to her mouth, and she took it in, licking it, making it wet. I then took hold of her ass again, and ran that finger round her asshole. She moaned into my ear, and then arched her back, exposing her tits. I ducked my head, and started sucking on one of her breasts as she rode me, still not penetrating her ass.

I lifted my head. "Do you want me to do it?" I asked, gently pressing against her asshole

"God Andy, yes."

"Say it, Angela, tell me what you want me to do."

"Do it Andy, put it in."

"Put what in? Put it where? Beg me..."

"Please Andy, do it, put your finger in my ass baby, finger my asshole."

"Tell me why"

"Because I love it baby... I love you playing with my ass. I want your finger in my asshole baby while your cock is filling my cunt. Then I want you to take that cock and split my asshole with it. Make it hurt. I'm your little anal slut baby. I love having you where no-one else has ever had me. I love your cock in my ass!"

She was getting turned on, her breath coming hard and fast, and I knew we should stop soon. I still wanted her worked up and very frustrated. It was getting on for six o'clock, so there wasn't long till (all being well) Peter should arrive.

When she was getting close to an orgasm, I pulled my finger out of her ass, and lifted her off me. 

"Oh baby, this is so bad of you. I was getting close then."

"Trust me Angela, you're going to love it later. Now... let's have a look at your DVD player," I said, as I walked over to her TV stand.

"Why?"

"Remember me saying the other night that I wanted to watch one of your porn movies whilst we're on the sofa and I'm inside you? Well, now's as good a time as any."

"Oooh, that'll be nice. I'll leave it to you, Mister Geek Man."

"Now now, Angela, be nice. If you take the piss out of my geekness, I might have to withdraw the use of my tool," I said, wanking my cock in her direction.

"Andy, we both know that you'll last about an hour before you're begging me to let you in. Now get on and sort out this porn."

I worked out that her DVD would play AVI files, so I went up to her PC to burn a movie or two to DVD from her porn collection. One of them was a story (A story? in a porn movie? I thought, surprised) about a couple on honey moon who have their own side-adventures with the locals. 

After all this, I hoped Peter DID turn up!

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I went back down with the DVD, and started it playing in the player, then stretched myself out on the sofa behind Angela, my semi-hard cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass, one hand cupping a breast. She nestled into me as the movie started.

I forget the title now, but it was about a typical porn couple - him bulging with muscles, her with great tits and ass. Instead of shagging his new wife, the guy gets off with someone that works in the hotel, including some oral, standard, and anal sex. His wife finds out, and then - joy of joys - indulges in group sex with two hunks who are at the hotel.

We got to the group sex section without any penetration between Angela and I, but our hands were busy. I had one hand down underneath her bum, two fingers in her cunt from behind, the other hand underneath her, playing with one of her breasts. My cock was tucked neatly into the crease of her ass, rubbing up and down slightly, working my foreskin and rubbing against her asshole, keeping us both on the brink.

Her cunt was sopping wet, my hand covered in her juices, after half an hour of teasing and fingering. Her asshole was also wet, covered with my pre-cum which flowed from my cock, making the crack of her ass slimy and slippery.

The girl on screen straddled the first guy, giving the other guy a blow job. I looked at the clock. 7:15. Time to take it to the brink. I lifted Angela's uppermost leg higher, giving me better access. Then I grabbed my cock, and pulled it down to line up with her cunt from behind. As the girl on screen sank onto the cock, I pushed my cock into her, easily entering her as far as I could in this position, her insides parting to let me into her sopping, and very hot, cunt.

Angela moaned into the air, pushing back onto me. I brought my wet hand up to her mouth, pushing two fingers inside just as the woman in the DVD took the other guy's cock in her mouth. "Is that what you want baby? Two hard cocks ready to fuck you senseless? Two men driven wild by how sexy you are, their cocks rock-hard, straining to fill your holes?"

She groaned onto my fingers, working her hips back and forth, helping to drive my cock in and out of her depths. "You do, don't you Angela? You want two hunks to serve your every whim. To take you and use you. To fuck you like you've never been fucked before. One of them to fill your cunt like I am now, and one forcing his hard cock into your mouth, making you suck his meat, his juice on your lips."

The guy that was getting a blowjob pulled out, and stood behind the woman, starting to finger her ass. "You want the other man to finger you just like that slut on the screen, don't you?" I pulled my hand away from her mouth, and squeezed it between us, sliding it down to her asshole, rubbing a finger around the outside, spreading juices from her dripping cunt around. "You want him to rim your asshole whilst you take another man's cock in your cunt. You want him to push a finger inside..." I did just that, sliding my finger in about an inch or so.

"Oh fuck Andy, do it, finger my ass, fuck me... you've got me so fucking horny baby... I love fucking you... I love your cock in my holes..." She reached behind her with one hand, grabbing my hip to pull my cock deeper. I pulled back, giving the hand on her ass room to maneuver. "Oh god Andy... you feel so good in me..."

"Angela, honey, we've got to stop -"

"No! Andy, keep fucking me, make me yours, make me come!"

" - as my big surprise will be here for you soon." I started pulling out, her cunt clinging to me as I did so.

"Andy, no, stay in me, fuck me, come in me."

"Angela, no. Now behave. You've got about half an hour to get changed. No showering. Just freshen up and put some clothes on. There'll be a delivery man here soon, and I don't want him catching sight of you."

I clambered over her to get off the sofa, and eventually she submitted and stood up. A second plan occurred to me. I stood behind her, coming close, I slid one hand round to her front, pushing one finger into her cunt. The other hand I ran behind, spreading some of her cunt juice around and sliding a finger into her ass.

I worked both fingers in and out. "On second thoughts, put some sexy clothes on. Something very sexy. Something that covers up most of you, but leaves enough on show to give the delivery man a hard-on as soon as he sees you. Then when you've hard your fill of flirting with him, I'll fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before. You'll be coming so hard and so often, you'll pass out after losing track of how many times you've come. Then, when you're unconscious, I'm going to take your ass and use you to get me off. You'll sleep with my come leaking from your ass. Then I'm going to take some photos and post them online to let horny little men wank themselves stupid over the sight of my come dripping from your asshole." Angela groaned, reaching up to kiss me.




Anal At Last Ch. 12



I pulled my fingers out and slapped her ass, telling her to get upstairs and make herself look pretty. Whilst she was doing that, I set things up in the room. I paused the DVD just at the point where the second guy was about to push his cock into the woman's ass while she was still straddling the first guy, but I left the DVD on pause and just turned off the TV. I put the TV and DVD remote control next to where I was going to sit.

The room smelled of our sex after the afternoon's teasing and particularly the last hour's penetration without coming. My balls were aching from all that excitement without coming, but I knew it would be worthwhile.  I poured a couple of gin and tonics, and then took Angela's upstairs. I threw on some clothes whilst Angela was still in the bathroom, and called out to her, "Angela, I'll be downstairs, can you stay up here till the delivery man arrives? I want to see the look on his face when he sees whatever you're going to be exposing."

"Ok Andy, you dirty pervert. And you haven't told me what the present is yet!"

"Oh, it's a surprise," I said, "but I'm positive you'll like it."

I pulled the spare KY out of my overnight bag (I'd taken to carrying some with me all the time now, just in case Angela and I found ourselves somewhere outside our two homes and we wanted quick and dirty sex). Then I went back downstairs before seeing Angela dressed  - I wanted a nice surprise as well! - and hid the KY under the sofa, out of sight to everyone else.

Then, in the calm before the storm, I took my drink outside, sitting on the front porch in the balmy summer evening, sitting and looking out at the setting sun. I pulled out my phone and texted Sam, saying I won't be back till Monday night (I fully intended to take advantage of being in Angela's place by myself whilst she was at work tomorrow).

I kept thinking what was going to happen, almost deciding to cancel the whole event. I still had a few worries about delving into a threesome just at the point where Angela and I were starting to mean something to each other, but I also still wanted to experience a threesome at some point before I got too old. A few minutes later, Peter came into the garden, and I decided to go for it.

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"Hey Peter, good to see you again. Will you be staying for a bite to eat?"

"Hi Andy. I don't think so, but thanks anyway. I've got some stuff to do." I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was lying. But - just in case - I'd better speed up the plans for tonight.

I lead him in and sat him down on the sofa. "Wait there a second. Like I said, Angela's been wanting to speak to you all day. She'll be down in a moment." I went to the bottom of the stairs and called up to her. Angela's house is arranged so that the stairs are open plan to the living room, so I was hoping Peter would get an eyeful as Angela walked down, before she realized it was him.

She called out, "Coming", and then her footsteps sounded at the top of the stairs. Her feet appeared at the top. High heeled black shoes. Another step. Fishnet stockings. Another step. And another. A long black dress appeared, slit up the side, allowing her stockinged calves to be seen. Another two steps. I heard Peter catch his breath as he looked, quickly double-checking if I could see him. I could see him out of the corner of his eye, but I didn't let him know what. He looked back at her again, to see her slim waist appear, clad in that black dress that had a slit up to her hip, her firm thigh peaking out.

"Angela, honey, there's someone here to see you," I said.

Angela came down the last few stairs. Fuck me. Her dress was high at the neck and covered her entire arms, but her cleavage was exposed. The dress came together at her neck in a clasp, and together again at her stomach, but her entire cleavage was on show, creamy, soft, plentiful. Blatantly, she didn't have a bra on - no strap of material spoilt the view of her breasts, and her nipples gently dented the front of her dress.

I heard Peter gasp.

Then I heard Angela also gasp as she came far enough down the stairs to see Peter. She stared at Peter, then at me. "He's just come around because I told him you were worried about the house being empty and hearing noises there. He told me everything was OK, but I said that you wanted to speak to him yourself."

She gazed at me a bit longer, and then recovered her poise. She walked up to Peter, slowly, swinging her hips more than she normally does, also pulling her shoulders back to emphasis her bosom. Excellent, she's going to play, I thought.

"Peter, so good to see you. I was worried about you, you know," she said as she walked up to him. Then she bent over, slowly, giving him ample time to look at her cleavage in close-up, and kissed him on the cheek, resting one hand on his thigh to support her weight.

Then she stood up. "Has Andy offered you a drink?"

Peter was still speechless, so I answered to cover his embarrassment. "I did, but Peter can't stay unfortunately." Angela looked sharply at me. I gave a miniscule shrug that I hoped Peter wouldn't pick up on.

Peter also looked up sharply at me, and then at Angela. "Oh... er... I've just remembered that I've got some spare time tomorrow, so I can put off the things I had planned for tonight."

Angela gave him her best smile. "Excellent. What would you like? Andy, I'll have a G and T."

"I'll have the same," said Peter.

"G and Ts all round, then," I said, giving Angela the eye as I went into the kitchen to make them.

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When I came back in, Angela was sat close to Peter on the sofa. Very close. In fact, her hand was resting lightly on his thigh as they spoke.

"Andy, Peter was just telling me his parents are in Portugal for three weeks. Wouldn't that be lovely? It would be great to be able to just take three weeks off like that, and spend the day lounging by the pool. I'm looking a bit white, don't you think Peter?" She turned towards him, and pointed with a finger to her cleavage.

The poor boy didn't know where to look, but eventually his eyes settled on her tits, after a quick look at me, and he spluttered something to say she looked great.

"Nonsense, Peter... but thank you for the flattery," she answered, squeezing his thigh gently. "Why, just yesterday, Andy and I decided to spend some time sunbathing. It was just in my garden, so nice and secluded. Oh! But I forgot, I can just about see your bedroom when I'm in the garden, so you must be able to see into the garden. Oh lord, I hope you didn't see anything you shouldn't have...." She laughed, throatily.

Peter nearly spat his drink out. "No! .... No, of course not... I... er... I wasn't even in."

"Well, that's good," said Angela, "Andy and I decided to go completely naked, so it would have been quite a sight. I'm not as fit and attractive as those girls I'm sure you date, am I?"

The poor boy. Angela was really turning it on. "Er... I think you look great," he managed to say, still glancing at me to see if I was going to knock him out.

"Do you really think so?" She stood up, walking towards the large mirror that hung on her well, giving Peter the view of her delicious ass wriggling away in front of him. She stood in front of the mirror, checking herself out. She turned sideways on, flattening the dress out in front (and emphasizing her breasts), and the in the small of her back (emphasizing her ass). "I suppose I'm not bad, for someone of my age."

Peter just sat staring at her, his jeans tenting already. It looks like the game could well be on, I thought.

"Angela, honey, be nice. You're embarrassing Peter - "

"Not at all," he interjected.

" - there's no way he's going to say you don't look good when you're right in front of him."

"No, she does," he spurted out, "she's got a lovely - " He stopped, mortified at what he was about to say.

"A lovely ass, is that it?" I asked. He nodded, quickly. I looked at her ass. "Do you think so?... Angela baby, give us a swirl, let's see that ass and we can compare notes." Angela smiled at me subtly, obviously pleased with my segue. She walked towards him, turned slowly to give him a good show, and then stood facing away from Peter, her ass about his head height, and only a foot or so away. Jesus, she was like a panther the way she moved. She smiled at me and licked her lips.

"Do you like it Peter?" she asked.

He looked at me, nervous, licking his lips, swallowing. "It's OK. She loves a bit of flattery, and she always says I don't give her enough," I said reassuringly.

"Errm. Yes. Very much."

"It's not too big and flabby?"

"Er. No, it looks lovely. Honest." He couldn't take his eyes off her ass.

"Hmmm. It might LOOK lovely, but that's not the only test, is it Peter?" she teased.

He stared at me, not able to believe what was happening.

"Go on Peter, she wants you to feel it, so feel it. Don't worry, she's got all her clothes on, so I'm not offended," I said. He licked his lips again, and then slowly, hesitatingly, raised his hand, quickly touched her ass and then pulled away.

"It's ...er ... lovely."

"Don't be silly Peter," she said. "That wasn't enough to tell. Put your hand back, give it a good feel. You're not to let go till I count to ten."

He looked at me again. I just nodded. He raised his hand again, bit his lip, and then obviously decided he might as well go for it, giving her butt a good feel while Angela - slowly - counted to ten. Out of his view, she raised a hand to the gap at her cleavage, and slid a hand in, tweaking a nipple while he felt her up. Then she mouthed "thank you" to me.

She got to ten. "Well, what do you think now?"

"It's... I'm... "

Angela beamed at him, then ran over and bent over him again, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you Peter. You've no idea what that means to me, a young hunk like yourself speechless after feeling my ass." She sat beside him again. "Especially as you obviously have your pick of the young ladies. I mean, look at you: tall, dark, and handsome. Nice build...." She ran one hand lightly over his shoulders. "What looks like a good pair of legs..." Another squeeze of his thigh. "Why, any girl or woman would be delighted to have your attention."

He blushed.

"Oh, sorry, am I embarrassing you? You have got a girlfriend, have you? Oh my god, you're gay, or a virgin, aren't you?"

"NO!" he almost shouted. "No, I've had a few girlfriends."

"I'll bet you have she said," purring at him. "And I'll bet you made them very happy". She glanced, as if accidentally, as his hard on straining against his jeans. He quickly crossed his legs.

We all waited a second to see what would happen next. Now's the time, I thought.

"Sorry people, I'm just going to quickly check the football results," I said, reaching for the remote. Angela's head whipped around as she glared at me. I pressed a button on the remote (the DVD play button), looked at the TV as if waiting for it to turn on, then muttered "silly me... wrong control" as I exaggeratedly pressed the TV power button.

And there in all her glory was the porn starlet, groaning as stud number 2 slid his cock into her ass, while she rode the first guy.

We all stared at the TV as if in shock. Peter blushed even more. I waited a few moments for the first grunts of pleasure to start, and then turned off the TV.

Angela took her cue beautifully. "Andy, how could you?" She turned to Peter, again thrusting out her cleavage slightly. "Peter, that's so embarrassing. What must you think of us? I don't want you to think that we sit here all the time watching porn. I'm so dreadfully sorry. And not even normal sex - it had to be a DP."

Peter looked from her to me and back again.

"It's not as if I've ever done that sort of thing," she continued. "Lots of women do, obviously, but I never have. Although I've wondered what it must be like, sometimes, if I'm honest..." She let her voice trail off as if lost in thought. "You see, the thing is, Peter, Andy and I were watching that before you came over. I don't want you thinking that we put it on deliberately to see your response. I mean, you wouldn't be interested in a threesome with us.... would you?"

He stared at her. Then at me. Then back at her. "I.... That is..... I mean....."

She laughed deeply again. "Peter, you don't have to say a word... this says it all." At that, she reached over to him and placed her hand on his jeans, over his cock. "You do find me attractive don't you? We saw you yesterday, you know..."

He virtually shat himself. "Andy," he started, "please -"

"It's OK Peter," she said. "He won't hurt you. We could see you, and it added a certain something to our sex. Did you like what you saw? Did you like seeing me naked, taking Andy's cock inside me?" She was lightly rubbing his cock now, leaning forward to make sure he could see into her cleavage properly, her thighs curled up to make the most of the split. "It was you who made me come like that Peter, I knew you were watching and it turned me on to see you wanking while we had sex...."

Peter was like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

".... Would you like to do it again? Would you like to sit there, watching Andy and I have sex? Would you like to see my ass close up while we fuck?"

He looked at her. "Do you mean it?"

"Of course, Peter," she said, smiling. "Here, let me prove it to you." She stood up, turned around with her back to him, and lifted her hair up at the back. "Would you be a darling Peter?"

He took one last look at me, realized I wasn't going to kill him, and I saw his face change. Acceptance. He stood up, his erection now more obvious and quite significant, and started undoing the dress on Angela's zip. She wriggled out of it, leaving her standing in her stockings and suspenders, panties, and high heels. From where I was, I could see the wet patch in her knickers. Her breasts looked delicious, nipples standing erect. 

She turned to face him, her arms out to her side. "Do you like?" Peter just nodded. "Good," she said. "Now fair's fair boys. Take your tops off." Peter hesitated, so I stood up to take mine off. I saw him look at my body as he did so. Then he took his off. He did have a good body, lean but muscled in the way that only youths can be. Angela turned to face him, looking him up and down just like he stared at her.

"Mmmm, Peter, I always thought you had a nice body when I met you at the swimming pool. You always seemed so flustered... I guess I know why now." She ran a hand over his chest and stomach, and I saw him flinch from the sheer nervous tension he was under. "Peter, just relax, you're going to enjoy this." She gently pushed him back down onto the sofa, and then lifted one leg up beside him. "Undo them" she told him, indicating her suspenders.

Peter did so, again checking me out for any signs of aggression or displeasure. He fumbled a few times, but eventually got them off. Then Angela motioned him to roll her suspenders off. He did so, gaining some confidence and having a nice feel of her thighs as he did so. "That's better baby," she said, approvingly. As he was doing this, I stripped off completely, but I don't think Peter noticed, as his view was partially blocked by Angela. And his attention was - totally - on her.

Then she turned to face me again, and bent over to slide her knickers down her legs, keeping her legs together. Peter stared at her ass as she did so. She stayed bent over, twisting slightly to the side. "Does it look as good close up?" she asked huskily. 

"Better," he answered, not taking his eyes off her.

"Show me Peter. Show me how much you want me. Let me see you." He looked at me again, and realized with a shock that I was naked, my erection showing my arousal. He glanced at my cock, with a look of surprise on his face. Then he looked at Angela's ass again, and hastily slid his jeans and underwear down his legs, letting them pool at his ankles.

His cock was a good size, maybe seven inches. "Oh Peter, that's so nice. May I?" She turned around and reached over to him, gently taking his cock in her hand. It was odd for me to see that, but very erotic as well. He sat there, unable to move as she wanked him slowly. "Is this over me Peter? Is this nice stiff cock all because of me? Is this how big it was yesterday when you watched from your window?"

Peter was panting now, lost in the feelings. 

"Will you wank for me, Peter? Wank that big cock of yours while Andy and I have sex? Will you do it?" He nodded, and as she pulled her hand away, he put his hand on and started wanking.

Angela motioned for me to lie on the floor in front of Peter, which I did. Then she promptly straddled me, lined me up with her cunt, and forced herself onto me. "Oh, fuck, Peter, you look so good wanking that big cock of yours because of me... Andy's so big, Peter... You both are... Ah fuck, that hurts baby... you fill me up so much...."

I reached up and started playing with her tits as she rose up and down on my cock. "Oh, that's it Peter," she said as she turned her head to watch him. "Wank for me Peter. Stroke that big cock of yours. It's beautiful Peter. Such a nice cock... that's it... can you see me fuck Andy's big cock?"

He was gone, entranced by us having sex, wanking his cock furiously. If he was like most adolescents, he wouldn't last long. I spoke up. "Angela, isn't it a little unfair leaving Peter to wank off by himself while we have sex?"

"Oh, Peter, I'm so sorry. I didn't think, it was just so good seeing you wank." She lifted off me, and then pulled Peter to his feet. She lay down on the sofa, and pulled me up to her, but so I was kneeling on the sofa with one leg, the other leg on the floor, my back upright. I entered her in one swift push.

She groaned, pushing up to meet me, and motioned for Peter to come closer, and whispered "Come on me Peter. Wank off while you watch us, and then give me your come all over my face and tits."

Peter started wanking again, fast and furiously, standing over Sam's face and upper body. His cock head was getting red - it wouldn't be long. I started giving her good deep strokes, feeling her respond, knowing that her orgasm wasn't far off either. "That's it baby," she moaned, "Fuck me Andy, wank for me Peter, come all over me, just like in porn movies... Do any of your girlfriends do this?... Do they let you come over their faces?... Do they let you watch them get fucked by another guy?... "

That did it; he came, his juice spurting way past Angela onto the back of the sofa. Oh, the vitality of youth. Some of the later spurts came down on her throat and chest, and she rubbed it in as we continued fucking. She grabbed his hand, and pulled him down for a deep french kiss, guiding his hand to her tits, then letting go of his hand and reaching down to his cock to wank it. He kissed her passionately between gasping for breath, and got a good feel of her tits. That was enough for Angela, she came also, her cunt squeezing my cock hard, as she screamed into Peter's mouth while he kissed her.

When she'd recovered, she whispered to Peter. "Peter, that was just to calm you down... I want what you saw in the movie.... I want your cock inside me... I want you filling my cunt while Andy takes my ass...Will you do it Peter? Will you fuck me?"

He nodded his head frantically, unable to speak. Just like when I was his age, his cock was still hard. Angela nudged me off her, and I reluctantly withdrew my cock from her steaming hole. I stood up, giving them room, and Angela sat up in the middle of the sofa. She held out her hands. "Come here, my lovely men."

We both let her pull us down, one on each side of her. She leaned slightly towards Peter, kissing him while wanking his cock. With her other hand she reached over to me and grabbed my cock as well. She sat there wanking both our cocks. I ducked my head to take one of her breasts into her mouth, sucking, licking, and nibbling her nipple. Samantha asked Peter to suck her other tit, which he did. She laid back as far as she could, arching her back to push her breasts into our mouths, and moaned loudly. "Fuck me, that's good... oh, two men at last...."




Anal At Last Ch. 12



After a few moments, she let go of my cock, took a gently hold of my chin, and kissed me, murmuring "Thank you... thank you" under her breath. Then she grinned, and turned back to Peter. She took hold of his hand and slid it down her body to her groin, opening her legs as far as she could. "Finger me Peter... wank me... feel how wet I am for you... oh, that's it... right inside... good boy... oh that's good... you'll do well as you get older Peter... oh yeah."

I sat there, not sure what to do. Then I put my hands under her bum, and nudged her up, so she was sitting almost on her side, one leg lifted up to give Peter plenty of access. He seemed to be settling into the groove now, and was sucking her breasts whilst they wanked each other. I slid my hand underneath her bum to her cunt - touching Peter's hand accidentally. We looked at each other with a look of "Oh, well, it's only our hands, after all" on our faces, and I pushed a finger into Angela's dripping cunt as well. She moaned as she pushed our hands deeper, but I had other plans. I took her juices, and slid them back to her asshole. 

"That's it Andy... make my asshole wet... make it ready for your cock... Have you ever done that, Peter? Have you ever had anal sex, or fingered or licked a girl's ass?"

He shook his head. "Never. Tried a few times, but they wouldn't do it. One bitch even went on to do it with my best mate. Lucky bastard."

"Oh, that's such a shame. I'd never let anyone near me either till I met Andy. And now I just love his big hard cock up my ass. Oh! Andy! You're finger's right in my ass.... oh, that's so good... do it Andy, finger me some more... make me beg for your cocks in me at the same time... Ah fuck that feels great." She ran a hand behind her, grabbing hold of her ass, and pulling her cheeks apart to give me better access.

"You're good with your hands Peter... real good... I think I'm going to come soon, all over your hand... but I don't want that. I want to come on your face. Get up Andy, let Peter lay down."

I stood up, and Peter lay flat on his back on the sofa. Angela got up to straddle his face, and sat kneeling above him, some distance from his face. She ran a hand down to her quim, and parted her lips with a finger. "Do you like this Peter? Do you like seeing how wet I am? It's all because of you baby, you and Andy, my two big hunks who are about to fulfill my wildest desire, stuffing me with your big cocks." As she spoke, she was wanking herself, and I could hear the slap of wet flesh on flesh as he did so. Peter was staring at her hand and cunt, his cock throbbing in time with his heart beat.

"Do your girlfriends do this Peter? Do they sit above your face wanking themselves, knowing that they're about to fuck that big cock of yours?"

He shook his head again, running his hands up her thighs, and then pulling her down onto his face. "Oh Peter, you're so demanding, what's gotten - " She moaned. "Oh, yeah, that's fucking good... Lick me Peter, lick me.... Andy, you know what to do..." she said, as she leant forward to expose her ass.

I sure did. I knelt down beside them, leaning over as far as I could, bringing my mouth to her ass. Without wasting time on preliminaries, I grabbed hold of her cheeks and separated them, then ran my tongue over her asshole.

"Oh, FUCK that's good... two tongues... two men licking me out... Oh Andy baby, we've got to do this again... Will you do it Peter? Will you come over here often to give me a good licking out? ... Your tongues are so good... Oh, that's it Andy, push your tongue into my asshole, do it.... Ah fuck me... I think I'm going to come again Peter... all over your face... lick me... there... there... oh fuck!"

She came again, her asshole clenching round my tongue painfully, her legs shaking, moaning wordlessly in pleasure. I stepped away from them, and lifted Angela up, and with some co-operation from her, I laid her down on the sofa as Peter scrambled out of the way. "Now Peter. Fuck her. She loves a good hard fucking when she's just come."

Angela moaned again, still recovering from her come, as Peter got on top of her and worked around to get his cock lined up. Then, his buttocks dropped as he drove his cock into her in one push.

"Oh fucking hell!" screamed Angela. He fucked her with all the exuberance of youth, hard and fast, his bum clenching as he powered into her. Angela's legs came up and over his back, and her hands came down to his ass, pulling him tighter in. She reached across to me to wank me as he well and truly fucked her.

"Fuck Angela, I've wanted this for a long time...you're so tight..." Peter grunted as he thrust in and out of her.

"That's it Peter... fuck me good and proper... you're so big... oh god... I'm going to come again... fuck me Peter, fuck me, fuck me...oh JESUS!"

She came again, possibly harder than I've seen her before, although she didn't squirt. Her body clenched beneath Peter, her legs and hands holding him so tight he couldn't even carry on moving. Angela's teeth were clenched, her breath frozen, her eyes squeezed shut.  That set Peter off, and his buttocks clenched as he spurted his come inside her, fulfilling his fantasy fuck.

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We all waited while Angela and Peter calmed down. Peter grinned, obviously delighted that he'd made her come so quickly. I didn't have the heart to tell him that she always did the second time.

"Angela honey, I think it's time I came. Why don't you kneel down and give Peter a blowjob?"

Somewhat wearily, Angela got off the sofa, letting Peter sit on it normally. She stood up, and leant over the boy, kissing him, wanking his cock slowly, and wriggling her ass in my direction. Then she started kissing down his body - his neck, his shoulders, his chest, his nipples, down his stomach, and then to his groin.

She knelt down then, her ass nicely thrust out for me. She looked up at Peter, and said, in her sultriest voice, "Do you girlfriends go down on you when you've just come in their cunts Peter? Do they lick their own juices off you? Do they let you come in their mouths?" He shook his head, looking down at her mouth just inches from his shiny cock. "I do Peter," she continued, as she opened her mouth and took his cock in. He grabbed her head and pushed her further onto him, as I knelt behind her and lined up my cock with her hole. I could see Peter's come dripping out of it, but that didn't bother me.

I grabbed her hips, and pulled her onto me, sinking into her hot depths in one smooth, long stroke. She grunted, muffled by Peter's cock in her mouth, as I bottomed out in her. I slipped a thumb between us, making it wet, and then pushed it into her ass. I fucked her hard and fast, my cock plummeting out of her slimy depths.

After a few minutes, she pulled off Peter's cock, which I could see was rock hard again. "I want it now Andy," she said, as she pulled away from me and stood up. She straddled Peter, lining up on his cock, and dropping down in one movement. She reached up with her hands, and pushed her tits up, encouraging him to suck them as she rode him.

I watched her fuck him for a while, her tight little ass clenching and unclenching as she rode. Her asshole winked at me, and I knew I had to come in there soon. I kneeled closer to them, and bent my head to rim Angela's asshole as she fucked his hard cock. She slowed down, giving me the opportunity to get her really wet.

As I did this, I pulled out the KY I'd hidden just under the sofa so that neither Peter nor Angela would spot it before I broke my plan to them. Then I lubed up myself, and squirted some inside Angela's ass, making her flinch from the cold.

Then I stood up, maneuvered myself into a suitable position, and lined my cock up with her asshole. "Are you ready, my little slut?"

"Yes, Andy, fuck my ass... fuck me while Peter has his cock in my cunt... fill me up."

"Is that what you want? You want my big cock in your ass at the same time as Peter's in your slutty little cunt?"

"Oh yes Andy. Fill me up with your cocks... Make me come while you both use me... Make me beg for more... Fill me up with your come... I want your come leaking from me all night..." I pressed my head against her asshole. "Oh, fuck, Andy, push... push your big cock into my tight little asshole... make me beg you to stop... make it hurt... take me, use me, make me beg to fuck you both again..."

I slapped her ass, and felt her asshole open up in shock, and I took the chance to push my head in. Angela screamed as her asshole stretched. "Oh fuck me that's good... I can feel you both... I've never been so full."

Peter ran his hands down her ass, grabbing her ass-cheeks, and pulling them apart. I slid further into Angela's ass. I leant forward, whispering into her ear as I pushed steadily forward, in and out, gaining ground each time. "Can you feel me Angela? Can you feel me stretching your asshole again? You're such a whore. Begging me to fuck you in the ass while you fuck a boy who's half your age. Can you feel his cock and mine? Can you feel how full you are?"

Each time I pushed, I could feel her clench, and see her back tighten as she flinched, slowly getting used to a foot and a half or thereabouts of cock in her two holes. "Ah! Andy... oh that hurts baby... but I want more... fill me up... push your cock in me baby... I want it all... Oh shit that's big... Ah... Ah... Oh yeah... "

Slowly, she was getting used to us both. "Oh god, that's good, fuck me, both of you... ah Jesus... I wish I'd done this years ago... you're so big... fuck me with your big cocks...fill me with your hardness."

And we did, sliding in and out, one filling her as the other withdrew, falling into rhythm. Angela, groaned and moaned beneath us, lapsing into animalistic grunts as we pounded her cunt and ass. 

All three of us were panting hard, and I knew we wouldn't last long. I could feel Peter's cock rubbing up and down on mine, only separated by the thin membrane between Angela's cunt and ass. It felt weird, but definitely added something to the feelings. Her ass was tight, very tight, even with the added lubrication of the KY jelly.

I reached up to her shoulders, grabbing them and using them to pull her onto me. Peter started using the grip he had on her ass to pull her down onto him, and also craned his neck to suck and playfully bite at her breasts.

After a few thrusts, we hit our stride, our cocks perfectly in sync as we fucked this beautiful, horny, delicious woman between us. "Fuck that's good... Fuck me... Fuck my holes... Come in me... Let me feel your come in both my holes... Oh Jesus I'm going to come again... It's coming... Fuck me... "

Angela came again, her hot asshole clenching my cock with the tightest grip I'd ever felt. She pushed down and back, as she tried to get both our cocks in her at the same time, and screamed wordlessly as her orgasm ripped through her. Peter came then as well, unable to hold himself back as this sexy older woman came on his cock, and I felt his cock throb as his come pulsed into her, his faced screwed up in passion. I held off for a moment, but kept nudging in and out of Angela's ass as best as I could, working with her as the rode her orgasm, keeping myself on the brink.

As she calmed down, and her asshole loosened a bit, I had enough room to move at last, and I started fucking her ass with long strokes again, working towards my own come. I reached round her front, and stroked her clit in time with my fucking. Peter was still in her, and accidentally I brushed his cock with my fingertips, but I didn't care. I just wanted to come in her ass, and make her come again. To show her that even though she'd already come a lot, she was mine to do with what I want, that I owned her. 

She grunted at me over her shoulder, "Oh fuck Andy, I love it when you do this... I can't believe you know me so well... You're going to make me come again... Oh fuck, I love your cock in my ass... Do it baby, let me feel you come in me... Let me feel you spurt your seed into me... Come in my ass baby... Do it... Come in me... Make me yours...."

Her talk and her hot, tight ass did it, and my come surged out of my cock as I pushed as deep into her ass I as I could, my cock throbbing in her tight sheath, sending my come into her bowels. That set her off on another of her multiple orgasms, and she screamed into Peter's shoulder as she came again, a look of amazement on his face as he watched, and felt, her have an orgasm just from me coming in her ass.

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After a few minutes, we all separated, dropping back down wherever was easiest for us to sit, catching our breath. Angela came up to me, cuddled into me, and kissed me passionately. 

"Andy, thank you, thank you, that was .... fucking marvelous. I can't believe you let me do it. I've always wanted to, but was too scared. You made it feel so safe. I.... I love you baby."



Anal At Last Ch. 13



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Angela called an hour or so later.

"Andy, you can come over now, I'm just heading out."

"Where are you? Are you alone?" 

"Yes, I'm in the bedroom, Sam's in the back garden still, and I've told her you won't be back till later. She's all yours.... be nice to her."

"What happened?"

"Andy, I'll tell you later."

"Tell me now," I said, "or you won't see Peter again."

She paused. "Alright. I went downstairs, and lay on the other sun bed. We chatted for a few minutes, then I asked Sam to put some lotion on my back for me, as I wanted to lay on my front. She came over, knelt beside me, and started rubbing me down. When she'd done all over, I reached down and slid my knickers down, asking her to do my bum. She wasn't keen, but I said I'd done hers, so it was only fair. She needs some practice in the massage department however - she's a bit clumsy. But I couldn't help but think that maybe you and her could practice together, and I was getting really turned on.

"I groaned accidentally as one of her hands slipped a bit further between my thighs - not too high up of course - and she pulled away quickly. I turned half-over, apologising, saying she had good hands and a nice touch, and then I sat up to get a drink.

"I couldn't resist it. I ran my glass down over my chest and cleavage, groaning at how lovely it felt, knowing she could see my nipples harden even more. But she looked frightened, so I backed off, and we just chatted from then on.

"So take it easy Andy, she's still wary of me a bit, so she'll definitely be wary of you.

"Listen, I've got to go... it'll seem suspicious if I'm up here for too long. Be good Andy, and I'll be very good to you later."

"Really? Tell me what you'll do..."

"Andy, I've got to go."

"Tell me."

"OK.... remember when I made you come in the garden with my finger up your ass? It felt pretty good, right?"

"Yes," I said, guardedly.

"I want my tongue there tonight." 

And with that, she hung up, leaving me wondering if I could go that far. I sat thinking about it for a while. I mean, a finger is one thing, but a tongue? That's edging towards my boundaries.

I thought about it some more as I walked back to the house. Angela drove past, saw me, and pulled in. I walked up to her door as she opened the window. She leaned out a bit, pulled me towards her, and kissed me, her tongue entering my mouth. 

Surprised, I kissed her back, reaching a hand in to squeeze her breast through her work suit.

She broke the kiss. "Andy, I'm so wet right now. All I can think about is getting you naked tonight, pushing you on to that bed, and going to town on those firm buns of yours. Can you imagine what it'll be like to feel my tongue slide between your cheeks and push inside your asshole? You'll love it baby, honestly you will, it's like nothing you've ever felt, and I want to be the first to do it to you."

"Angela, honey, I'm not sure... it's a new thing to me, and I need to think about it."

"Andy, have you forgotten that a short while ago, no-one had been anywhere near my ass, and now I've had your fingers, your tongue, and that huge cock of yours inside it, as well as a dildo?"

"No Angela, but it's different for guys."

"Different bollocks. I'm going to do it baby. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because if you let me do it, I'll talk to Sam one day, and get talking about sex, and tell her you let slip that you find her sexually attractive, and that I don't mind if she teases you as long as it's 'only playing'. Do you think she'll respond to you differently after that? Do you think she'll have a wank one day and leave her juicy wet knickers somewhere only you'll find them? Will she come in without a bra one hot day, knowing that you can see her nipples harden when she realises that you're watching her tits? Will she stay one night, and pretend to be having a nightmare, and ask you to give her a cuddle while she's still in just a t-shirt?"

She stopped, looking at me. 

I thought about it.

"I'll make sure I have a shower before you come round then".

She grinned at me, licked her lips whilst pointedly looking down at my ass, and started the window winding up. "Remember, be nice" she said as I backed away from the car.

She pulled out at the next gap in traffic, waving as she did so. I waved back, shaking my head at the thought of what the two of us were doing. That reminded me that I wanted to catch Samantha still in her bathing costume, so I turned and rushed back to the house.

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When I arrived, I snuck in to see what Sam was up to, hoping she was playing with herself again. Alas not, she was sat up on the sun bed reading a book. I sauntered over to her, letting my eyes roam over her curvaceous body, pretending that actually I was looking, but was trying not to make it obvious.

She looked shocked to see me. "Andy! I thought you weren't coming back till tonight! Angela said it was OK to sunbathe here, as it's secluded and you'd be away." She looked around for something to cover herself up with, but there was nothing handy.

"Ah, it's no problem." I looked her up and down again. "Trust me; it's really not a problem".

She blushed, squirming slightly. "Andy, do you mind if I go get changed? I wasn't really expecting anyone to see me wearing this. First Angela, and now you..."

"Angela was here? What for?"

"I don't know. She came out and joined me for a bit."

"Did she now?" I asked, slightly salaciously. "I hoped you made sure she was well lotioned up - I'd hate to have to deal with her sunburn later. Mind you, maybe I could run some after-sun in. Angela just LOVES a good massage...."

She blushed again, ferociously this time.

"Actually," I continued. "Maybe I should catch a bit of sun today before Daniel gets back tomorrow. But... well without Angela here, you're the only other person who could put lotion on my back. Would you be OK with that?"

"Er... well... I suppose so."

"Right, I'll be back in a second."

I went upstairs, changed into that pair of trunks that they bought me, adjusted myself so that I wasn't bulging too much, and then realised that if I did get a hard-on, I'd definitely be poking out the top. So I changed into another, more spacious pair, and came back down again. Sam looked at me as I came into the garden, her eyes dropping to my groin, and then she looked away sharply. I walked up to her, grabbed the suntan lotion, and started rubbing it into myself, making sure to make the most of my muscle tone as I did so. When I did my legs, I bent over so my ass was facing roughly in her direction - not right in her face, but enough for her to get a good look.

Then I lay down on my front on the sun-bed, and handed her the lotion. "Here you go," I said.

She took it, hesitatingly, and then poured some cream out and started to rub it in my shoulders. Like Angela had said, she wasn't the best masseur, but that wasn't really what I was there for. She slowly worked her way down my back, and I could feel my erection start to grow.

I stretched out, firming up the muscles in my back, my ass-cheeks, and my shoulders, letting her see and feel how toned I was for someone of my age, and then settled down with a heavy sigh.

"You've got good hands," I said. "Keep on going, I'm enjoying this."

She seemed to settle down and relax a bit. And then I realised she was doing more than just rubbing lotion in. Her movements were slowing down, feeling my body more, going over areas of my body that already had a good coverage of suntan lotion, and working more like a massage - up and down my spine, round my shoulders, over my sides, etc.  I muttered low moans and groans, as if she was helping me to relax a bit. 

I didn't want to speak in case I broke the spell, so I just settled down. To be fair, she did soon get into the groove - I guess she'd never massaged anyone before, so although she must have seen things like this on TV, she took a while to turn what she'd seen into actual actions.

Eventually, she'd covered my whole back, and couldn't really disguise the fact that she'd overstretched the excuse of rubbing oil on my back. She stood up, and nervously said that she thought I was done. 

I went to turn over and lay on my back, but realised I'd had an erection. Inadvertently, I glanced down at my bulge, glanced at her, and then threw myself back down on my front. "I think I'll just stay on my front for now, and let my back get some sun without your shadow on it."

Samantha saw me looking, and looked down herself, again looking sharply away when she realised where she was looking. She looked flustered, and then sat down back on her sun-bed.

"Do you want me to put some on your back a bit later?" I asked, innocently.

"Er... no, it's OK Andy, Angela put some on earlier."

"Did she now?" I asked, with another seedy grin. "I wish I'd seen that: my two favourite women giving each other a massage. Men will pay good money for that sort of thing, you know."

"Andy! Don't be wicked!"

I turned slightly to my side facing her, deliberately letting a bit of my bulge show. "Well, how can I stop myself? Two lovely women: one slender, one curvy in all the right places - ". I let my eyes wander up and down her body again. “- rubbing each other down with suntan lotion. Show me a red-blooded mail who wouldn't get excited at that?"

Again, her eyes flicked to my groin, then flicked back to my eyes. I deliberately raised one eyebrow as she realised with horror that I'd caught her looking. 

"Samantha, honey," I said, softly. "It's OK. It's a natural response I've had, and it's a natural response you've had. We're both adults, and friends. No need to get embarrassed."

"Andy, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to look. I thought -”

"Sam, it's OK, it's OK. Jesus, I can barely keep my eyes off you in your bikini, so I can't really complain if you're looking at me, can I?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, despite all my piss-taking, you've got a great body under those frumpy old clothes you normally wear. I said the same last weekend when you did your fashion show. I just didn't realise then just how great it was."

She looked down, embarrassed. "Do you really think so?"

"Of course. Look at yourself. Hour-glass figure, great hips, a fantastic pair of ti- ... Well, you know what I mean. Good on top. Slim waist, but not too skinny like some people. You're all woman, no doubt about it." I took a good look at each part of her body as I spoke about it.

"Don't you think I'm a bit fat?"

"Fat? No! Whatever gave you that idea? Alright, you're not some skinny catwalk model, but who wants to fuck a skeleton." She looked at me sharply. "Oops, bad Andy," I said, grinning at my swearing. "Well, you know what I mean. A woman should have some curves on her, and you've got plenty... and all in the right places."

"Well, I feel so fat."

"All women think that." An idea struck me. "Here, stand up, facing away from me, and I'll show you."

She looked confused, but stood up anyway. Her lovely ass jiggled as she turned around.

"Now, don't be afraid, but I'm going to have to touch you here, so get ready." She looked over her should at me, but I put on my best disarming smile, holding my arms wide and palms up to show I wasn't a threat.

"OK," she muttered quietly, and turned her head away again.

Great, I thought. I stepped in close behind her. Not too close, as I still had a hard-on that I didn't want her to feel.

I gently put my hands on each side of her waist, and squeezed slightly. "Look, there's no spare fat there." She flinched a bit under my touch, but didn't pull away.

I ran my hands down her hips, and squeezed gently again. "Look, no fat there."

Up her back, stroking the sides, gently touching the areas where people gain fat above their bum and the sides underneath their armpits. "No fat here either." Samantha sighed softly, and although I couldn't see her eyes, I'd have placed good money on either her eyelids closing, or her eyes rolling upwards as she enjoyed my touch. 

I leaned forward slightly, still keeping my cock away from her, but bringing my mouth closer to her ears so I could whisper what was coming.

I slid my hands underneath her armpits, gently cupping her breasts. She groaned, caught herself, and stifled it. "These are just delicious," I breathed. "Weighty but firm. Nice shape. Not at all droopy." She leaned slightly back into me, her breath coming faster.

I held my hands there for a second, squeezing ever so slightly, and then, when she must have realised I was enjoying myself, I ran them down over her stomach, lightly fluttering with my fingertips. Her stomach muscles tensed as I whispered, "And a smooth stomach, nicely shaped, and very feminine. You're not trying to show off your manly six-pack, which is most off-putting... And I'd love to softly kiss your stomach one night... Well, I mean a stomach like yours." Actually,  I like a fit woman that has a toned stomach, just as much as I like Sam's slightly curvy one, but I wasn't going to tell her that right now.

Again, I paused for a moment, then ran my hands back towards me, over the "tickle spot" just above the hip bones on each side, and then down the small of her back, gently, gently, gently, just a feather-light touch, down over the crease of her ass, to rest beneath her bikini bottoms. 

Again, I breathed into her ear, "And the most gorgeous firm ass that I've seen in a long time. Nice and meaty, the way a woman's should be, like two cushions, just calling out for a man to stroke them, like this..."  I ran my fingers along the crease where each thigh met with her ass cheeks. I love that spot on a woman.

She shivered, and goose-bumps broke out all over her. 

I waited another moment, and slid my hands back up to her waist, pulling her slightly towards me and pushing my hips slightly forward, so that my now-rampant erection brushed against her ass. She felt it, and her hips jerked forward, breaking the touch, but not far enough away to break my grasp.

I breathed into her ear again. "Samantha, any man would love to have done what I just did, and I'm sorry if my reaction offends you, but I can't help it. You've got a fantastic body, and there's not one single thing you should be embarrassed or ashamed of. In fact, I feel honoured to have been able to touch you like this. It's not often that an old codger like me gets to feel a lovely young woman like yourself. Normally, we have to just stare and try to avoid looking like a pervert."

She stood still, saying nothing, her breath coming faster. Then she sobbed a bit, and I realised she was crying. I took her by the shoulders and turned her towards me. Tears were running down each cheek. 

"Hey, Samantha honey, what's wrong?"

She raised a hand to wipe away the tears, smiling in embarrassment. "It's just... Oh, I don't know... I'm just being silly..."

"Samantha, what is it? You're not crying for no reason."

"Well, it's just... you touching me - "

"Sam, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to show you what a lovely young woman you are."

"No, it's not that. Not at all. It's just... well... no-one's ever touched me like that." She sobbed again.

I thought for a moment. "And you wish someone had, is that right?" I asked. She nodded, more tears flowing. I pulled her in close, forgetting for a moment that I had an erection. She came in for the hug, felt my hard-on, flinched back, and then settled back in again, my hot hard-on pressing against her stomach. Her breasts pressed against my chest, flattening as we hugged.

"Andy, I'm sorry, I just sometimes I wish...." She paused.

"Wish what?"

Another pause. Then "Wish that I had someone who would say things like that about me more often." I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest, and my cock throbbed.

"Samantha, I'll say things like that about you any time you like, if it makes you feel better. I'm not lying; I'm not making it up. You are a lovely girl, and not just physically." I raised a hand up to her face, gently stroking away the tears, running a hand up to her hair to push it away from her face. She hugged me tighter.

I think she suddenly realised that she was stood there in her bikini, getting turned on, hugging my erection into her stomach, and felt uncomfortable at the realisation. She suddenly broke away, looking around as if to check that no-one could see, and giving another glance to my cock.

"Andy, I'm sorry, that shouldn't have happened. I'll go now."

"Sam, stop! Don't be silly. I'm not offended, honestly. It's good to see that, at least for a few moments, you didn't freeze up when a man admitted how attractive you are. Who knows... maybe there's hope for you yet?" I grinned at her, and she relaxed a bit. "There you go, it's not as serious or as awful as you think. Oh god, you think that was awful, don't you? My lecherous old hands running all over your firm body, especially after I admitted the other night that I do think about you naked. Jesus, that must have been horrible for you!"

"No Andy, no. It was... well... that it..." She stopped, unsure how to progress.

"So you liked it, did you?" I asked. She nodded.

"Good, good," I said, quietly, as though pleased with myself. "But there's one more thing we need to get out in the open."

She looked at me, a confused look on her face.

"Stop making secret little glances at me."

She looked mortified. "Andy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It's just -"

"Sam, shush. It's OK, like I said earlier, it's natural. But you've got to stop it, otherwise Angela will think there's something going on."

"Andy, I don't mean it. I'd hate to think that Angela thought that."

"I know, I know. But there's only one solution for it." She looked at me again, despair turning into confusion again.

I continued. "I'm going to lay down here on my back, with my eyes closed, and with your book over my face, for the next ten minutes or so. I'll keep my eyes closed all that time. You can look for as long as you want. Then, I'll lift the book off my face, with my eyes still closed, which is your signal to stop looking, if you're not already bored by then. I'll then open my eyes and we can carry on chatting as if nothing happened."

"Andy, I couldn't. That's just too - "

"Sam. Shut up. You've got 10 minutes." I grabbed her book, and lay down on my sun-bed. Quickly, I glanced at her groin - was that a bit of a damp patch? I looked away, and covered my face with the book.

Obviously, I couldn't help but think about Sam looking at my bulging trunks as I lay there, and I began to imagine what would happen. Would she just stare, but do nothing else? Maybe she would start to gently play with herself - a touch here, a touch there, rubbing the outside of her bikini in case I suddenly looked up and caught her with her hand in her pants. Would she reach over and touch me, unable to resist holding the thing that she'd had this effect on? Would she pull my trunks down to see my naked column, gasping at it's size, as she slid a finger into her cunt? Or would she be gone by the time I opened my eyes?

My cock was throbbing as I thought through these scenarios, and I would have loved to just reach down, pull my trunks down a bit, and start wanking as she watched, letting her see how excited I was at touching her. My memory ran through what it was like to cup her full breasts (so different from Angela's slimmer frame), and to run my fingers over her deliciously round ass. I imagined telling Angela all about this next time I saw her, pushing my cock into her hot wet cunt as I talked about how Sam's nipples had become erect, and how wet she must have been for it to show on her bikini bottoms. Then I'd fuck Angela hard and fast, building to a quick orgasm, calling her Sam by accident as I filled her with my come.




Anal At Last Ch. 13



Something caught my attention. A slight gasp from Sam. Was she playing with herself? I remembered the security camera was still recording, and made a mental note to watch the replay later. I'd invite Angela over to watch it. I'd sit naked in the office chair, and she'd sit on top of me, both of us facing the screen, my hard cock in her tight cunt as we watched the day’s events. First Sam and Angela rubbing lotion on each other, then Sam rubbing some into me. Then, as I stood up behind Sam and touched her all over, Angela would lift up, rub some saliva over her asshole with one hand, and then slowly push down, my cock pushing into her ass, my two hands slipping round to her front to cup her tits and pull her down further, as one of her hands went down to her cunt to start fingering herself.

Another slight moan from Sam, almost inaudible, and my cock was definitely throbbing now. It must have been visible even to Sam, my trunks pulsing in and out in time with my heartbeat. I carried on fantasising, until I felt that enough was enough. I reached up to lift the book from my face, waited a few moments, listening to Sam hurriedly bustle about, and then opened my eyes.

I sat up, and looked at her, a knowing look on my face. She was sat up on her sun-bed, looking down at the ground. I took the opportunity to admire her cleavage, noting the very erect nipples poking through her bikini top. I breathed in deeply, smelling the air. Yes. There it was: the musky smell that a woman gives off when her juices are exposed to the air. Oh, I couldn't wait to see that video.

"Was that enough?" I asked, "Or would you like me to lie back down again?"

She looked up. "No, Andy! That was enough. I mean, I didn't look for long, but it was nice to... Well... Get it over with."

"That was kind of the point, wasn't it? I wasn't just doing this for your pleasure."

She blushed again, looking away.

"Now Sam, I don't expect to do this again. I can't help it if I have the same sort of response to you in future, but I hope I don't have to parade myself about like this again. Are you sure you've got it out of your system?"

"Yes, Andy. I -"

"Are you quite sure you don't want me to whip these trunks down so you can have a closer look?"

She gasped, open mouthed.

I grinned at her. "Only joking Sam, I couldn't resist. Angela will kill me if I even suggested that with any intention behind it."

"Oh god. Angela...." Sam's eyes welled up again.

"Oh, don't be silly, Sam. You saw how she was after you went shopping. She practically forced me to come down near-naked, just those bloody small trunks covering up the bear minimum. So she knows you've seen more of me than is on show today, as she was in the room at the time. I won't go out of my way to tell her about this, but I'm not going to hide it if she asks. I'd advise you to do the same. In fact, knowing the way you two are getting on, I wouldn't be surprised if you end up discussing it at some point. Women are like that, aren't they? Bossing the men about, getting their own kicks, and then talking about them behind their back."

"We don't discuss EVERYTHING Andy."

"Oh, don't you? Well, we'll see... Anyway, I feel violated enough now, having been forced to parade myself before you just to satisfy your perverted desires. So if you don't mind, I'm going to go upstairs and shower, I feel so dirty." I grinned at her as I said it, and she grinned back.

"Andy, Angela told me you were a little pervert. It seems you were right. Getting... aroused... like that from watching me in my bikini, and I'm only half your age. Maybe it's you who's the pervert."

"Hmmm. I'm not convinced. After all, I'm the one who's got to go upstairs and do something with this…" I pointed down to my groin, laughing. Sam laughed with me, obviously embarrassed, but still she looked at my cock. "Now, now, stop looking. You've had your kicks, now I'm going to have mine. I'll be upstairs for at least ten minutes. Please don't disturb me." I grinned at her, licking my lips lecherously, and she grinned back and pointed me back towards the house.

I left then, heading upstairs to my bedroom. With my cock having been as hard as it had for as long as it had, there was no way I was just going to let it go away. A good wank was in order. I stripped off, and lay back on the bed, letting my mind wander over the events of the day, and the various fantasies I'd been thinking about. 

I was enjoying myself thoroughly, when I heard a noise outside the room. Fan-fucking-tastic, I thought. She's come up to watch.

I really went for it then, nice big strokes up and down the entire length of my cock. I pushed my legs wide open, and began to thrust my hips slightly, breathing heavier and louder than I normally would, moaning occasionally.

I slipped my other hand down to play with my bald balls. I realised that this would be Sam's first look at my hairless sack, and I hope she was enjoying it. I could feel my pre-cum leaking from my slit, and I stopped wanking, just rubbing my juice around my helmet, loving the silky-smooth touch of it. I could feel my orgasm approach, so I started moaning and grunting a bit more, holding my breath for a few moments to intensify the feeling, and letting it rush out in a low groan. 

I started giving myself a good hard wank again, my spare hand running up to my pecs to rub my nipples, and then back down again to my balls. I was pushing my hips up firmly now, using the motion to aid my wanking, and I could feel my cum started to rise past the point of no return. I pulled my hands away, grabbing the bed-sheets beneath me, leaving the full length of my cock exposed to her, my hips lifting my bum off the bed entirely, grunting "Oh! Sam!" as my cum spurt from my cock harder and further than I think it ever had before, leaping over my shoulders and onto the bed, then further drops splattering over my body. Although I wasn't sure, I think I heard a sudden gasp and moan from Sam as I mentioned her name, the sort of moan a woman gives when she's coming but trying to keep it quiet.

By the time I recovered, had my shower, and came back downstairs again, Sam was gone. I headed back up to change the bed-sheets, and decided that next time I did this, I'd have to make sure the internal cameras were working as well.

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In episode 14, I visit Sam during the night when she stays over....

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Andy 



Anal At Last Ch. 14



[The story so far: I've recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son by myself. After a long abstinence, I've met a woman (Angela) and we've been indulging in anal sex, new to both of us. My babysitter (Samantha) has watched us have sex, and confessed to Angela. That set Angela thinking, and she said she wanted me to flirt with Sam, and let Sam flirt with me, but without letting Sam know that it was planned. 

Also, Angela and I have been watched by Angela's neighbour, Peter, while we had sex in the garden. The next day, we had a threesome with Peter, giving Angela her first double penetration. Then we teased Sam in various ways in the garden…

The cast:
Me: 36 yrs male
My son: Daniel
My girlfriend: Angela, 40 yrs
The babysitter: Samantha, 18 yrs
Samantha's dad: Bill
Samantha's brother: David
Bill's late wife: Michelle
Bill's girlfriend: Barbara
Angela's friend: Jules
My ex-wife: Sharon
Daniel's friend: Stephen
Stephen's parents: Ken and Simone
Peter: Angela's young neighbour
Charlie: Angela's friend 
Jules: Angela's friend (never met)

]

Angela came round that night

"Well? What happened?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, pouring out some wine.

"You know full well what I mean. Did Sam say anything about our massages?"

"Not really, but come upstairs and watch this." I handed her glass to her, and headed upstairs to the office. I sat down at the desk, and patted my lap to indicate that she should sit down on me. She did so, putting her glass on the desk. She was wearing a tight jumper and a short black skirt, no bra by the looks of things, the bottom of the jumper just clear of the skirt, leaving a bit of flesh on show. I nuzzled into her neck, and ran my hands up just inside her jumper, resting them on her waist. .

"Feeling horny Andy? Did you get excited seeing our little friend in her bikini?"

"Not as excited as she did seeing me, I think".

She whipped her head around to look at me. "What happened?"

I nodded my head towards the PC, indicating that she should watch it, as I pulled one hand away from her to operate the mouse and keyboard. I found the recording of the afternoon's entertainment, and started it playing.  It started with Sam putting oil on Angela's back, followed by Ang sliding her bikini bottoms down and encouraging Sam to do her bum. I would have loved to seen it for real, hiding behind something as Sam fought the conflict between her desire to be nice, and her lack of desire to touch another woman's ass.

Ang wriggled her ass on me. "Mmmm. It seems that you quite like this, judging by the lump in your pants. I'm glad you've got a dressing gown on. I love the easy access that provides." She pulled her jumper up and off her, confirming that she had no bra on. I ran my hands up her front, lightly stroking her stomach on the way, to cup her tits. I gently tweaked her nipples, as she ground her ass against me.

"Oh, that's nice baby. I've been feeling horny all afternoon. I kept thinking of what it was like to feel Sam's ass, and how she jumped when I groaned. I wonder what would have happened if I'd kept quiet? Do you think she would have slipped a finger up to my lips baby?"

"No, and you're not doing that until I can watch from a hiding place much closer to you than I was then. I want to see the first time you get together - the first time she tastes a woman. Then when you're finished I'll punish you for being a two-timing tart who can't keep her hands to herself."

I let go of her tits, eliciting a slight groan of disappointment from her, and fast forwarded the video to the point where I came in to the garden after putting the trunks on.

"Ooh, baby, you look so good in trunks. I bet she just wet her pants at the sight of you. But why didn't you wear the nice new ones?"

"You told me to be nice. Do you think she would have appreciated it if I strolled in there with my cock peeking over the top?"

"Well, I guess not," she pouted. "Ooh, look baby, you're rubbing yourself up. I'm surprised you didn't just whip yourself out and start having a wank there and then..."

"Next time," I said. "Next time." I slid one hand back up to her tits, playing with them both, and the other one I slid up her thigh, stroking closer and closer to her mound.

Angela watched as I lay down on the sun bed and Sam started oiling me. "Mmm, she's taking a long time baby. Do you think she was enjoying that?"

"I know she was... Wait till you see what comes next."

"What baby? Tell me now."

"No. You'll have to wait."

"Oh, baby, please tell me," she whispered as she opened her thighs, grabbed my hand, and slid it up to her cunt. She was knicker-less, and already wet. She moaned as I slid a finger up her lips, parting them, her hot smell filling the air.

On the video, I almost turned over, then stopped as I realised I had a hard-on.

"Andy, you dirty bastard, did that give you a hard on? Was it as big as the one you've got now? I would have loved to have been there, so I could have gone down on you while she watched. Do you think she would have played with herself while you fucked my throat?"

I lifted her off me, opened my dressing gown up with one hand, whilst helping her pull her skirt up with the other. My cock burst free, aiming up at her. She reached between her legs, grabbed my meat, and lined herself up. Then she just dropped down, forcing my whole length into her in one go.

"Ahhh FUCK that's good. Jesus you’re big baby… Oh yeah, that's what I've been waiting for all fucking day." She slid back up again, watching the video-me turn a bit to show Sam my bulge. 

"Oh Andy, you big tease. That was so obvious. Did she look?"

I reached up with both hands to cup her tits. "Yeah, she looked. How could she resist? It's coming soon baby. That's us talking about how she thinks she's fat, and I disagreed."

The video-Sam stood up with me behind her. "You're not - " said Angela. "Oh my god, did she let you touch her? You perv, rubbing your cock into her ass." Despite her words, she ground herself down onto my cock, and starting rubbing her clit with one hand. 

"No, not yet. My cock was well away from her. But she loved my touch. She's got a lovely pair of tits baby." I squeezed Angela's breasts, nice and firmly, making her moan. She leant forward slightly, leaning slightly on the desk with one hand, giving her more room to just arch her back backwards and forwards, her hips taking up the whole movement of pushing her cunt up and down my cock, her shoulders stationary, just her back curving back and forth like a snake, just like the other day in the garden when Peter was watching. I leant back in the chair, watching her writhe up and down me.

"I can't believe you felt her ass baby," said Angela as she fucked me more, her juices running down her thighs and onto mine. "Did she like it?"

"She loved it," I answered, as I ran my hands down her slim, firm back to her hips, helping her to pump up and down. I pushed my elbows outwards, my hands cupping underneath her bum, so that my fingers were all pointing in to where our flesh met, and ran my hands up and down the outside of her lips as we fucked. "She was breathing fast, getting goose-bumps, she moaned as I cupped her tits... Did you see her flinch there? That was my cock touching her ass." With that, I slid my hands up her, moving from her cunt to her ass, spreading her juices around. Angela moaned as she watched me pull Sam in for a hug.

"It was nice Angela, my hard cock pressing against her soft belly. She didn't even notice that I was leaking a bit from all the excitement." Angela moaned my name as one of my fingers started rubbing her asshole, spreading her juices, getting her ready. "She said no-one's ever touched her like I did. Can you imagine? No-one has felt her gorgeous tits. No-one has stroked her bubble butt. No-one has felt inside her cunt. No-one has slid a finger into her ass." As I said that, I pushed a finger into her tight dark hole, and Angela pushed back to give me access, my cock still deep within her. Sweat was starting to collect on her back, and I leaned forward to lick some up, as my other hand reached round to stroke her clit.

Angela moaned, "Oh baby, that's it, that's it."

I continued. "And do you know what? She said she liked me touching her..."

"Oh god, baby, I'm so horny. I can't believe you felt her tits. She's a little trollop for letting you do it. Doesn't she realise I said she could flirt with you, but no touching? I never thought we'd be where we are, me getting fucked by other men and you feeling up your little virgin... and ... oh god that's good... I didn't think it would be so fucking exciting."

I slid another finger into her ass, getting ready for what was coming next. "I know you can't hear it, but that's me telling her that I know she keeps looking at my hard-on, and that she needs to get over it before you suspect something."

"But I told her - "

"You told her to flirt, as you just said. What we did goes further than flirting. But I told her that there's only one solution. Watch..." I pointed back to the TV, where I was just laying down with the book on my face.

"Oh my God Andy, what are you doing?"

"I was giving her the opportunity to stare at my cock all she wanted."

"Fuck, that's so dirty baby. Tell me what happened now!" She was really thrusting up and down now, her breath coming hard and fast. 

"I don't know - I had my eyes shut, so this is new to me as well."

I leaned back again, slightly to the side to get a good view of the monitor, and started pulling my fingers out of her ass, back to her cunt to collect more juices, over and over, making sure she was very wet back there.

On the video, we could see that for a while, Sam just sat and stared. Then she slowly leaned back a bit, and started playing with her tits.

"That dirty cow," said Angela. "She's getting off on looking at your hard-on. And it's still covered up. Jesus, she must be frustrated.... Can you imagine what she'll be like when she finally does have sex? You'll be so jealous of the guy that takes her virginity, won't you? … Ah god you feel so good baby… I mean, we can talk about you doing it, but we both know it'll be some young stud from her university. You poor, poor man. All this excitement and only me to take it out on...." She leant more upright, taking her weight solely on her legs, and reached back to pull her ass-cheeks apart. "God I'm lucky."

Video-Sam reached a hand inside her bikini top to play with her nipples in the flesh, and ran the other hand down to her groin, rubbing and stroking through her bikini bottoms. "She must be so horny baby. I know I would be in her situation." Sam's hands suddenly pulled away from her body. I guess she had second thoughts. Damn. I was looking forward to seeing more. But then both hands slid back to her mound, this time inside the bikini.

"Oh baby," said Angela. "This is getting me so hot. Could you hear her baby? Could you hear your little virgin wanking herself as she looked at your cock? Oh fuck, I want your cock in my ass."

She raised herself up, took hold of my cock between her legs again, and lowered herself back down, this time lined up with her asshole. Slowly, she pushed down, and I could feel her rectum opening up, spreading, unable to resist the pressure of my hot hard cock pushing in. Then I was through, the rubber-band of her muscles snapping round me as she grunted with the feeling. I reached round with both hands, one rubbing her clit, the other pushing inside her, trying to reach her g-spot.

"It was torture baby. There I was, cock as hard as steel, my come leaking already, and I could hear her gasp as she was wanking. I could even smell her excitement in the air. And all I could think about was getting you up here and fucking while we watched her wank. … Jesus, your ass it so tight baby… You’re such a slut – taking my cock in your ass while you watch that young girl wank herself because of my cock " Angela was still pushing up and down on my cock, forcing me further into her ass. "I asked her if she wanted to see it in the flesh..."

I felt her ass spasm around me as she turned her head to look at me. "And..?" she grunted through clenched teeth as she pushed down further.

"She declined... so I told her I had to go and have a wank... well, not in so many words, but she knew what I meant...."

"Oh Andy, you're a dirty fucker... when I said you could flirt with her... oh god you're big... I didn't think you'd be showing her your cock and talking about wanking so quickly.... "

She gave one last push, and that was it, I was all in her ass. "Oh fuck that's good," I groaned. She started rising up and down, and I could see her ass cling to my cock as she lifted, and then get pushed inside as she slid down again, her juices shining on my cock. The video became almost static, just Sam sat there, thinking. Occasionally she would look up towards the house, move as if about to head indoors, and then stop, sitting down again. 

"I did more than that baby..." I said.

"Oh god, tell me what happened baby, tell me, make me come while you’re talking about another woman..." Her breath was coming hard and fast now, and I could feel her ass and cunt spasm as her orgasm approached. Onscreen, Sam suddenly stood up and strode off-camera, towards the house.

"I went upstairs... got naked... and lay on my bed. I started wanking, thinking about her body, her weighty tits, her firm round ass...  Then I heard a noise outside..."

"Oh fuck baby, she watched you wank again? Jesus, that's so fucking dirty. Oh fuck me baby, fuck my ass... I'm going to come... I'm going to come... I - Oh FUCK ME!"

She came then, thinking about me wanking while Sam watched, her ass clenching round my cock, and her cunt flooding my hand with her juices. Sweat suddenly broke out on her back as it arched, pushing my cock as far into her as it could go. I enjoyed the ride, letting her calm down, feeling her asshole slowly loosen. Then I put my hands underneath her ass, pushing her off me.

Her legs shaking, she groaned as she felt my cock slide free of her ass, and I turned her round to face me, starting to pull her down to ride me.

"I want to come in your cunt," I said.

"God Andy, you're a fucking machine... won't you give a girl a break?"

I smiled, and told her to get on top of me and to wank me with her cunt till I came in her. She obediently opened her legs wide to straddle me in the chair, her hand reaching down to guide me into her steaming cunt. She gave one long push, sinking deeper till her ass sat on my thighs.

"Oh god, that's good. But I'm going to be sore tomorrow..." she moaned as she writhed back and forth, not moving up and down, just using the angle to put pressure on different parts of us.

"OK," I said, perkily. "We'll stop now then," and I started to lift her off me.

She grabbed the back of the chair, pulling her back onto me. "No baby, I didn't mean it. I want you in me. I want you to come in me. Do it baby, fuck me. Come in my slutty little cunt. Make me come as well; you know I have a quick come the second time."

She started to ride up and down my cock, whilst I continued telling her about Sam and I. "I put on a good show baby, you would have been proud of me. I made sure she had a good view, thrusting my hips off the bed." I curled my arms up behind her, grabbing hold of her shoulders, using them to pull her down onto me when she sank down. She started responding immediately, the pressure in her most intimate place preventing her from calming after her first come, and quickly turning into more and more arousal as I ploughed her insides.

"I played with my balls next, my shaved balls... I imagined her coming up to me and licking them, unable to resist..."

"Oh fuck Andy, that's good... Did she? Did she run her tongue up and down ... your hard cock?"

"No, not this time... Instead, I ran my hand round my cock head, making sure she could see how much juice I had leaked because of her." Angela groaned beneath me, her hips bucking to meet my thrusts. Her orgasm was building again. What was it about this woman? Every time we had sex, her second come was so quick! "You're a dirty tart Angela... I can feel you getting off on this... thinking about that little girl watching me wank..."

"Oh yes, Andy, fuck me, I can't help it, you get me so turned on... Ah, that's good, you feel so good inside me baby... You've never been as deep as you are now... Did Sam turn you on that much? .... Oh, that's it... Did Sam make your cock bigger and harder than I can make it? That's bad baby. I'll make it up to you... Tell me what I can do so you're bigger for me, not for her."

"You can start by kissing me..." She reached down with both hands, pulling my head up. Her lips pressed against mine, melted apart, and her tongue thrust out, her breath coming hot and fast as we kissed.

After a few seconds, we broke apart. "Then I want you to let Sam know that I loved feeling her up today. That it turned me on in so many ways, and that I want to find an excuse to do it again."

"Oh yes baby, I'll do it."

"Tell her that I was so turned on, that I fucked you, here in this office, whilst telling you about it."

"No baby, don't make me say that."

"Tell her. And tell her to pretend to have a cramp or... or a pulled muscle or something... and get her to ask me to massage it. Make sure she's wearing a skirt, something short so I can see up her thighs...God, you're so wet you little tart, getting turned on by me seducing Sam... 

"And tell her how good I am with my hands... How horny you feel with my fingers inside you… How much better it would be than wanking herself in the shadows..."

"Oh Andy, I'm going to come again baby, fuck me harder!"

I put everything into it, and then, as we both got to our peaks, I panted into her ear, "When I came... I took my hands away... let her see my whole cock as my come exploded from it... and I called out her name so she could hear."

That did it. We both came, clenched around each other as all our muscles tightened, my hands pulling her tight down onto my cock, my seed spurting into her womb as her wetness flooded around our groins. Angela froze, her hands pressing my head into her tits, her groin pressed down into mine, her breath held as the feelings rushed through her, and the world stopped as I rode through my own come.

When we could breathe again, she stayed on top of me, the walls of her cunt twitching with the aftershock. We kissed each other, the lips, the throat, tongues flicking to taste each other.

"God Andy, that was so good..."

I murmured my agreement as I nuzzled into her neck, nipping it gently between my teeth.

"There's something I want to say baby. I've been thinking about what I said, about you and Sam flirting with each other."

Oh god, she's going to put a stop to it, I thought, dismayed.

"It's already gone further than I expected, quicker than I expected. I never thought that within a few days, you'd be feeling her tits and ass, and showing her your hard-on."

I slumped into the chair, expecting what came next.

"I've changed my mind," she whispered.

There. The fun's over, I thought. "OK, whatever you say," I said, the disappointment clear in the tone of my voice.

She pulled back a bit to look at my face, a puzzled frown on hers.

Then she pulled my head right into her tits, cradling me in close. "Aww baby. I'm sorry. Are you disappointed that I don't want you flirting with that young woman any more? Can you blame me for wanting you to myself? You're too good to share with just anyone baby."

I licked her cleavage, consoling myself that at least I'll get to have sex with the horny woman who currently had my cock deep in her.

"I'll bet you were really looking forward to many a night teasing her, and being teased by her, and then giving me a good hard fucking to make up for it, weren't you?"




Anal At Last Ch. 14



"Well," I said, speaking for the first time since I came, "it seemed like a great idea to me."

"I've thought of something better..." she whispered. I looked up at her face to see her grinning down at me.

"She seems to be very interested in you... and Sam's not just 'anyone' is she. She's special. She's your little virgin. She's the one you want to seduce to be your own personal plaything. She's the one you want to be sugar daddy for... So you might as well go for it."

"Eh? Go for what?"

"Seduce her. Let her think she's seducing you. Take her cherry. Teach her everything you know. And do it with my blessing. Give that sweet little girl the best introduction to sex that anyone ever had...."

I stared at her. "Do you mean it?"

"Baby, she watches you wank, and she wanks while you do it. She's obviously got the hots for you. And I know that you've got the hots for her. She'll panic about me being involved with you, but we'll sort that out when we come to it. She needs someone who'll treat her right... and judging by the fact that I can feel your cock getting fatter again by the second, I guess that you don't have any objections?"

I grinned at her. "Who sir? Me sir? No sir!" I said, as I ran my hands down her back, pulling her onto me for a deep, passionate kiss. She started to grind her hips against me again.

"Besides," she said, when she came up for air, "you seem to get more turned on at the mere thought of fucking her than you do by actually being inside me right now, so who am I to get in the way of true lust?" She smiled down at me, as she started to lift up and down my stiffening cock.

"Besides," she continued. "There's a price."

Uh oh. I look at her.

"Well, two prices actually. First, you've go to tell me everything. Actually, I've just thought of something better. I want as much as possible done here, in your house. You have got the whole house wired up for security, right?"

I nodded.

"Great. Video it all. Then we'll watch it together here in this chair while you fuck me senseless. And I'll prove to you that whilst that young girl might have bigger tits than I do, I can still outperform her."

I grinned at the thought of it.

"Second price: I get to have Peter when you're not around." She saw the look on my face. "Only Peter. I understand how you feel about me fucking someone else when you're away, but Peter's hardly a stranger now is he."

I thought about it. Sam in exchange for Peter? "OK"

"One more thing... I want to give Peter his first anal - Shush, here me out - I know you said only you get my ass. But Peter gets his first anal, if, and only if, you give Sam hers. How's that sound?"

Again, it was a no-brainer. "OK."

She smiled at me, and pushed down hard onto my cock, forcing it as deep as it could go. Then she began just rocking back and forth slowly. I ducked my head to suck her nipple into my mouth.

"Oh Andy, we're going to have so much fun together..."

She continued grinding against me, as I sucked and nipped at her breasts. Then she leaned back, putting both hands on the desk behind her, her stomach stretched taut as she stretched, her tits jutting out nicely. I ran my hands up her stomach to maul at her breasts as she continued to just writhe back and forth. She took her weight on one hand, grabbed mine with the other, and lead my hand down to her lips. 

"Finger my clit baby, I need something touching me there."

I did as she was told, rubbing and stroking her clit with one hand, playing with her breasts and nipples with the other. I started to pump my hips up and down, nudging deeper and deeper within her.  "Oh god baby, that's real good," I moaned. "You look so sexy... Pull back baby, let me see my cock come out of you..."

Somehow, she managed to pull back, inch after inch of my cock sliding out of her. She got almost to the end, her lips just starting to close, and then pushed back in, in one hard push. She grunted as she did so, and then pulled back off again. I could see her lips clinging to me as she withdrew, her clit poking out due to the strange posture she was in.

She did this a few more times, and I loved seeing my cock push into her and pull out. I tried to keep on rubbing her clit and lips, but I felt the chair start to slide away from the desk as she pushed down, so I nudged it forward ("Oh fuck baby, that was good", she moaned as I thrust quickly into her a few inches at a time), and grabbed hold of the desk in my arms.

Somehow, she managed to get her feet up on the chair, tight in underneath my ass, her knees raised, still leaning back on the desk. A bit like a woman giving birth, but not quite as flat on her back. Then, she pulled back, and kept going, all the way out. 

She raised her hips a bit, and said, "Put it in my ass baby..." I took a hold of my cock, and angled it downwards, as she shuffled her position to bring her ass and my meat into line. When things were OK, she pushed down again, and I felt her sphincter muscles expand to let me in.

"Oh Jesus wept, that's good.... I love it when you first push into my ass..." She pushed further down onto me, and I let go of the desk with one hand to start fingering her cunt, now spread wide in front of me. Her lips were swollen, her entire wet, meaty cunt on view to me as she impaled her ass on my cock.

I let her work her way down the entire length of my cock as I stroked her g-spot with my fingers, but I could see her arms and legs were trembling from the unusual position. I nudged the chair closer again, causing my cock go a little deeper still. She grunted, as I took a hold of her forearms and pulled her towards me, away from the desk.

Then, with some difficulty, I stood up. Her legs wrapped around my bum, her hands behind my neck, as her ass clenched onto my cock. She was still leaning a bit away from me, unable to get closer due to my cock being in her ass rather than the more normal hole. 

"Jesus Andy, that's fucking good..." She tried to raise herself up and down a bit, so I put my hands under her bum and helped her out. It was too uncomfortable, so I shuffled forward and dropped down a bit so that her bum cheeks were on my desk. She leaned back a bit, and I leant forward to move things out of the way.

She leaned back further, her back now flat on the desk, and she unwrapped her legs around me. I pulled them straight up, next to my shoulders, pointing to the ceiling, as I started to fuck her ass more normally. She ran her hands down to her cunt - one started playing with her clit, the other she pushed inside, three fingers reaching into her dripping hole.

"Look at you, you little slut," I said. "You're just begging for me to fuck your ass, aren't you? Laying back on my desk giving me access to everything. Even fingering yourself because you want more."

"God, Andy, I can't help it. You make me so horny. I just want to fuck you all the time. I want your cock in me all the time, and if I can't have that, I want your fingers or your tongue. Will you keep on fucking me Andy? Will you take your big cock and keep on sticking it in me?"

"I'll do more than that. I'll get a whole bunch of blokes together. Strangers off the street, and get them to pay to fuck you. One after the other, using you to get off, fucking you with their hard cocks, each of them filling you with the come."

She groaned, her hips meeting my thrusts to get my cock into her ass even further. 

"There'll be a queue outside the house, loads of guys with their cocks out, watching you take one of them after another, knowing that they're about to fuck that sloppy cunt of yours."

Her eyes were closed now, lost in the fantasy. "Oh yes baby, so many cocks. So many hard cocks for me to take. But none of them in my ass - that's yours."

"And I'll take you as well, pushing you down onto another stranger as I ram my cock into your tight ass, unable to believe you're such a horny slut that you beg for the next guy to hurry up and get into you."

"Will you do it baby? Will you fuck my ass while I fuck someone else?"

"Yes, in fact, we'll do it now." I pulled out of her ass, watching it cling to me as I did so. Then I went and sat in the chair again. I pulled her towards me, positioning her so that she was facing away from me, pulling her down so that my cock entered her ass again, making her - and me - groan as I speared her insides. Then I swiveled the chair round to delve into one of my desk drawers.

I pulled out a vibrator that I'd placed there earlier just in case, and held it out of sight behind her back. "Close your eyes, you little slut, here comes another one."

She closed her eyes, and reached back to start playing with her tits. I pulled her back towards me, so she was leaning against me, and told her to lift and separate her legs. She lifted her legs up, resting them on the desk, then sat her entire weight on me, leaving her with no real ability to move up and down my cock. 

I reached around her, placing the vibrator near to, but not touching her cunt.

"Can you see him baby, his hard cock sticking out and ready to fuck you?"

"Oh god yes... ah, you feel so big in my ass... don't make me take another cock in my whore's cunt, baby... please don't make me."

"You'll take it because I say so. Oh, it looks big baby. Are you sure you can handle two big cocks in you at the same time?"

"I'll try baby, but I don't think I can do it."

"You will... Here it comes baby." I edge the vibrator closer, and it touched her lips. She quickly opened her eyes and looked down, and then moaned, closing her eyes and leaning even further back into me. I pushed the vibrator in slowly, feeling her asshole tighten in response. Fuck that felt good. I could feel my cock throb as the pressure increased in her ass.

"Oh fuck, that's big baby... it's sore... I don't think I can do it..."

"You will do it, because I say so," I told her, pushing the vibrator in further, enjoying her pretence. She tightened up even further inside. God, we had to do this again, her ass was so tight it was almost sore. Good job we had loads of her juices for lubrication.

I kept pushing the vibrator in until it bottomed out. She grunted with the stretch that she felt, and I waited a moment to let her get used to it. Then I started to pull the vibrator out, and back in, getting faster and faster.

"Oh yeah, baby, that's it... that's it... fuck me baby... fuck me.... two hard cocks in me...fuck that feels good..."

I reached round with my spare hand to her clit, and started stroking it, to her intense pleasure. Then I did the best thing ever - turned the vibrator on. I've always wanted to do this, but obviously never had anal sex before meeting Angela, and this was the first time we'd used a vibrator together.

And oh Jesus wept we'd be doing this again as well. Angela screamed as the vibrations worked their magic, my finger still on her clit, my hard cock in her ass, both holes filled to the max. And the vibrations ran up and down my cock through the thin wall separating my cock from her cunt.

"Oh... fuck ... that's good", I moaned through clenched teeth, the tickling of the vibration working wonders on my prick. I started tilting my hips back and forth, trying to fuck Angela's ass. I couldn't get much movement going, but it was enough. Coupled with the intense feeling from the vibrations, I could feel my orgasm approaching again.

Angela was going wild, loving the sensations she was going through. "Oh fuck Andy, fuck, fuck, fuck that's good. Oh, I'm going to come baby... I'm going to come... fuck me"

"Hold on, Angela, I'm nearly there... Hold on... Come together... One more thing... the webcam's on... We're being... ah, fuck, nearly there... being recorded... I'm going to show Sam....ah... here it comes!"

I came fiercely, my cock shooting my sperm into her ass as Angela froze above me, her juices streaming down her cunt and dripping down onto my balls as they emptied into her.

"Ah... fuck... that's so good....“ She grunted as her body clenched in time with her spasms. I reached up to grab her tits, pulling her tight down onto me as the last few drops of come left me, nudging my cock backwards and forwards into her tight ass, leaving the vibrator resting in her cunt, still buzzing, adding to the aftershocks and intense feelings I was having.

After a few minutes rest, I pulled the vibrator out of her, and dropped it on the floor. Angela eased off me, holding her breath as my cock slid from her ass. "Jesus Andy, that was fucking excellent... Are you really recording us?"

"Yep." I reached across to turn off the webcam. "And I think I'll share it with Sam the first time I fuck her, maybe in this very seat."

Angela stretched, and turned around, a salacious grin on her face. She leaned over me, kissing me, and said, "Only if you record that as well... I want to see her face when you take her cherry with this meaty cock of yours." She reached down to my cock and wanked it slowly, even though it was still slick with our juices.

I looked at her. "Are you serious about that? I thought maybe you were just speaking in the heat of the moment."

"No, I meant it. Who's going to give her a better introduction to sex than you baby, even if it will be an introduction to perverted sex?" 

"Me? A pervert? You just begged me to fuck your ass after telling me to seduce a young virgin girl, and now you're wanking my cock after it's been in your ass, but somehow that makes me the pervert?"

"Well, you started it by taking my ass in the first place, and by hiring a little babysitter who you knew, deep down inside, looked good underneath those frumpy clothes." She ran her fingernails over my balls, which felt delicious without any hair on them.

Then she stood up, suddenly looking a bit saddened, and took my hand. "Come with me to bed, baby, we need to talk."

Oh shit, I thought. That normally means it's over... But it can't be... can it? Not after what she said about seducing Sam.

I let her lead me into the bedroom, and we got into bed. She cuddled up real close. "Baby, there's something else going on in my life that you should know about. I've been getting great reviews at work, and my management has agreed I'm ready for the next step. Which means another promotion."

I kissed her, saying "Well, congratulations, that's great news... but why the long face?"

"Well... it's just... the next step is to be a director, probably of European operations -"

"Wow! Look at you, Ms Director. I've always wanted to be a kept man!" I smiled at her, still unable to work out why she was saddened. Then it hit me...

"Oh no. Don't tell me you've got to move away. Not now. We're just getting to know each other. I can't take Daniel out of school. No, that's so not fair." My heart sank as I thought about her moving away. I really would miss her.

"No Andy, that's not it. Well, not quite. It's.... well... the thing is... the company has a formal training program for this sort of promotion... but it's a year-long secondment to the US. But I'll be back here afterwards."

Ah. The truth is out.

"And you want to go?"

She looked me in the eye, and I saw her tears welling. "Yes. I've been working for this for a long time."

I pulled her close, sighing heavily. "Angela honey, if it means that much to you, you've got to do it. It'll be a great chance for you, possibly the only chance to do it, if I know corporations at all. If you turn it down, you'll be kicked off their list of potentials next time round. You've got to go. You'd be stupid not to."

"I know Andy, but what about us?"

"What about us? We'll be fine. America's only a few hours away. You can come over here if you get the chance, and a lot of my work can be done via phone and email, remember. Have laptop, will travel! I could come over a few times when Daniel's off school, bring him with me for a holiday. We'll be fine...." I stroked her hair as I spoke.

"Andy, it's in some town, I forget the name. Hicksville. Nowhere near Disney or New York or Las Vegas or anywhere else particularly exciting."

"Well, I'll take Danny to somewhere exciting, and you can join us for a few days if you can, and if not we'll come to you. Again, I don't see a problem."

"Andy, I can't ask you to do that."

I placed my fingers under her chin, and gently lifted her head, kissing her softly on the lips. "Angela, you're not asking me, are you? I'm telling you. I'm not giving you up that easily. It's only a few months, a few flights, and you'll be back again. It's not a big deal."

She hugged me fiercely, her head buried in my shoulder. "Do you think we'll last it out?"

"Angela, you're not getting away from me, don't worry. We've got phones, email, webcams, and visits.  We'll be fine."

I thought about it for a minute.

"Besides, with you gone, it'll solve one little problem."

She lifted her head to look at me, frowning. "What's that then?"

"It'll leave me free and single for Sam. I'll just tell her we've split up and that I'm feeling lonely and teary and could she give me a hug, and then - " I stopped, flinching from the slap that Angela gave my chest. "OW! That hurt!"

She rolled on top of me, pinning my arms down. "You are an evil, manipulative, deceitful, lying, cheating, dirty little pervert."

I grinned at her. "Well, I can see why you love me..."

"I don't love you. I hate you. That's why I have to go away, just to get out of reach of your slimy little hands and that rampant cock of yours. They offered me a place somewhere else in the UK, but I told them you'd only track me down and stalk me, wanking yourself silly up against my window as you watched me fuck a real man for a change, so I asked them to send me to the US."

"A real man? I didn't hear you complain earlier? 'That was fucking fantastic' was what you said, if I remember correctly"

"Again Andy, I was just pretending, so you'd leave me alone for five minutes."

I smiled my smuggest smile at her.

She smiled back, then sunk down to kiss me and give me a hug again. "Do you really think it'll work?"

"Absolutely," I assured her. I paused a moment. "When will you be going?"

"I'm not sure, maybe next month. They tend to move pretty fast on these things, and as I've not got family to think about, there's no real reason to delay."

"OK, so we've got a month. Let's make the most of it, spend some time together. It'll help to make the gap easier once you've moved."

"Spend more time together eh? You just want more sex, don't you?" Angela sighed, shaking her head.

"Well, that's just a bonus. A very welcome one, but nevertheless, just a bonus." I hugged her close, and rolled her over onto her back. Looking deep into her eye, I said "Angela, I mean it, I'm not going to let this come between us. You mean too much to me now, and it's only going to get better. This will be just a temporary thing, a different way of seeing each other - rather than short visits for an evening or a day over the weekend; we'll be having an intense week or two together; and then just phones and emails for a while; then another intense period. In a way, it'll be easier for us now, than later, as if it happened later, we would have already had out little routines and habits in place; at the moment, we're still finding out about each other - there are no routines to break or habits to overcome. Trust me, we'll be fine."

She looked me in the eye, biting her bottom lip gently. Then she suddenly relaxed, puffing her breath out, smiling a bit. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I was hoping you'd take it like that, and you did me proud. I think we'll be OK as well, but I wanted to make sure you were willing to give it a shot. Thank you Andy. Thank you."

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Angela stayed the night, but oddly we didn't have sex. We just talked, getting to know each other a lot better, sharing memories of our childhood and youth, our aspirations. We touched each other a lot - a kiss here, a hug there, a stroking hand. I guess the thought of her going away affected us both, coming at the point where we were starting to fall for each other.




Anal At Last Ch. 14



At one point, we talked about sex while she was away.

"Andy, I've been thinking... If I'm allowed to fuck Peter whilst you're fucking Sam... Well, it's like this... If we're already fucking one other person... We've got a year apart, baby... It's going to be so hard to not have sex... I just thought..."

"Angela, sssh. I think I know were you're going. Are you… Are you wondering if we should have an open relationship while you're away?"

"Yes."

I sighed. "I'm not sure. I mean, I know we've agreed about Sam and Peter, but fucking other people without the other one involved is, well, I've never done that before."

"I know Andy, neither have I. But I was kind of thinking, you could video your conquests here. I'll set up something when I get to the US. And we could use the other people as our own personal porn videos, you know, something to get us going when we're old and need some help. Because I do want to - " She stopped, suddenly.

"Want to what?"

"Want to get old with you." She kissed me softly as she said this. "It's only a year Andy. It'll seem like a long time while we're living it, but once we've been together longer, it'll seem like nothing. It'll just be something to reminisce about and to get each other turned on. I mean, it's no different to having had previous partners before, is it?"

"I guess not... Let me think about it, OK?"

Eventually we fell asleep in each others arms, her naked body warm against mine.

We awoke late the next morning, and she had to rush out for work. With no time for morning sex, we agreed to meet on Saturday. I sat down with my week's calendar, and saw that I'd forgotten I had a meeting on Thursday which meant I wouldn't get home till nearly midnight, and Sam was sitting Daniel.

I wondered what to do about Sam. Now that Angela had given me permission to seduce her, I had to be careful not to push it too far and scare her off. OK, so she'd wanked whilst watching us have sex, and whilst watching me wank. What's next? 

I realised it was time for me to catch her in the act. But I didn't want to do that while I was wanking. So I hatched a little plan....

I called the guy I had the meeting on Thursday with, and he agreed to bring the meeting forward a few hours. That would get me home around 8:00.

Then I spent a while going through the video I'd just made of Angela and I, muting the sound at various points, basically just leaving in the grunts and groans, and taking out the chat about Sam, Peter, etc. Then burned it to DVD.

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Thursday came around. Sam was picking Daniel up at school. He was a looking forward to it, despite not seeing me for the weekend. She'd play with him, give him dinner, and put him to bed, then wait for me to get in. She'd previously agreed to stay the night in case I was late, but she might have changed her mind after the sunbathing session - I'd have to wait and see.

I took the DVD of Angela and me, labeled it with the date and "Angela and I", and then left it on the kitchen worktop. On top of it, I put a few magazines, some food, a DVD of some romantic comedy what was quite popular, and a bottle of wine. All looking like I'd just thrown them on the worktop on the rush out of the door.

I left a note, saying: "Sorry, been busy, hope these are OK. See you later tonight".

Then I set up the security cam in the living room to point to the sofa, and left for the day.

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I arrived back about 7:30, a bit earlier than expected, but I didn't go in the house. Instead, I parked the car down the road so that Sam wouldn't see me pull up, grabbed my laptop, and crept round the side of the house into the garage. 

I booted up the laptop, connected to my home wireless network, and accessed the security software, opening up the view from the living room camera.

No-one was there. Presumably Sam was putting Daniel to bed, reading a book, etc. I settled down for a long wait, and did some work whilst waiting for Sam to appear.

An hour or so later, she wandered into the living room, with some stuff in her hand. I zoomed in - yep, there it was, the DVD of Angela and I, as well as the wine, comedy DVD, etc. She picked up 'our' DVD, looking at it, hand on her chin, fingers tapping nervously. I guessed she was debating whether to watch it or not. 

I remembered the DVD that Angela had sent me, the one made by Jules and left in the house when I was away. Although I still hadn't seen it, nor spoken to Sam about it, I was sure that Sam had it, and presumably that meant she had watched it. Would she be able to resist watching this one? Especially as the first one was only Angela, and this one was of the two of us together, judging by the title.

She put it down, picked up the comedy, and wandered over to the DVD player to load that up. Then settled back with the wine and some food and started watching it. Every so often, she would pick up the other DVD and consider it for a while, then put it back again.

I cracked open a beer from the stock I keep in the garage, and carried on working, regularly checking the camera view to see what was happening. Apart from the usual popping to the loo, making a tea, and so on, nothing much happened for about three hours, way longer than the comedy would have lasted. I thought she had decided not to watch our DVD, and got ready to go back to the car and "come home after my long day". 

However, towards the end of that time, she kept checking her watch, a couple of times whilst she had the DVD in her hand. Ah, of course, I'd said I'd be back by 11:00.

I picked up my mobile and texted her: "Sorry. Stuck in traffic due to accident. Will be at least another hour. Hope you weren't waiting up for me."

On-screen, Sam picked up her phone to read the text, and sat back on the sofa, looking at the DVD again. Then she suddenly leapt up and put it in the DVD player. She went to the back of the room, to the door that lead to the stairs, closed it, and placed a chair against it. Then she came back to the sofa to sit down, and started the DVD via the remote. I started the security software recording.

She sat entranced for a while, just staring at the TV. I couldn't see the TV screen from the camera, so I had only a vague idea of what she was seeing at any time. As the minutes passed, she started to shuffle around a bit, squirming. I guessed she was getting turned on.

A few minutes later, she raised a hand to her blouse-covered breast, and started to stroke herself gently, just swirling around her nipples through the blouse. Then she undid a few buttons, and slipped a hand inside her bra. I zoomed in with the camera, able to see the fleshy cleavage, and her hand moving backwards and forwards. 

I realised that I had no sound, so I turned that on as well, and zoomed the camera back. After a few more minutes, she undid her blouse all the way - after checking that the door to upstairs was still closed. Then she undid her bra - it was front-fastening, not at all what I expected. 

I was getting turned on myself, so I pulled my cock out of my pants and slowly wanked while I watched. Her tits tumbled free - oh, yum, they looked good. Heavy, but shaped well, pale skinned with dark nipples. She played with them both, both hands up and tweaking her nipples.

After a while of that, one of her hands slid down her front, into her jeans. Only a few seconds later - another glance at the door - she undid her fly, and pushed the jeans down her hips, pushing her hand inside her knickers. I couldn't hear anything coming from the TV, so thankfully Daniel wouldn't wake up, but I could pick up the odd moan from her, each one sending an electric thrill down my cock.

Her head lolled back on her shoulders, but she kept her eyes glued to the screen. Her moaning was coming faster, and I could tell that she was getting close to coming. Time for me to make a move.

I put down the laptop, tucked myself into my pants, and rushed - as fast as I could with a nine-inch hard-on - round to the front of the house. I quietly opened the front door, hearing her moaning, almost definitely close to orgasm, and then sauntered into the living room.

Sam almost shat herself. "Oh god, Andy!" She leapt up, pulling her jeans up whilst trying to hold her blouse closed and grab the remote at the same time. I put on my best "I'm shocked" face... and then laughed out loud. I walked up to her, grabbed the remote, and turned off the TV. Then I held her blouse closed, the front-fastening bra hanging loose inside, whilst she pulled up her jeans.

"Andy, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. Oh fuck, I'm sorry." That was the first time I'd ever heard her swear.

"Sam, Sam, it's alright. Shhh. Calm down. There's no harm done."

"But Andy, I didn't - "

"Sam, shush," I said, putting my finger to her lips. "We've all been caught out once or twice in our lives, and it's always just as embarrassing."

"But I meant to - "

"Sam, once more, shush." I was still holding her blouse closed, and the temptation to rip it off her and bury my face in those gorgeous tits was almost impossible to resist. "That video - is that the one of Angela and I?" She nodded. "Where did you get it? I thought I'd left it hidden away."

"It was in the kitchen, under the magazines. Andy, I'm really sorry - "

"Sam, stop apologising. Well, if I left it out in the open it's my fault. I should have been more careful… Er… I guess you liked it?" I smirked a little bit.

"Andy, I didn't mean to get carried away, I just.... "

"You just wanted to see the two of us together, eh?" 

"Well... after the weekend... I kept... that is....I think....Well, when I saw your... I mean..."

"Can I fill in for you? After the weekend, you kept thinking about my, er, my bulge, and you wanted to see one in the flesh, is that it?"

She nodded, the colour rising to her cheeks.

"And now you've seen one, are you satisfied?"

She started to say something, slightly shaking her head, then stopped. "Yes," she said, meekly, her head hanging down.

"Sam, I understand. It must be very frustrating for you. All those teenage hormones playing havoc with you, no boyfriend to play with, and here's Angela and I having sex left, right, and center. I'm surprised you've not heard us at it before, we've done it often enough when you've been here."

She looked up sharply, then looked away again just as quick.

"Don't worry Sam, we've all been here, like I said. We all get carried away sometimes, seeing things that we shouldn't be seeing." She looked at me again. "Sam, I didn't just walk in the front door there. I had to park the car down the road, as someone is blocking the drive. As I walked up the drive, I could see in - you forgot to close the blinds." She groaned, and looked away again. "That was about 4 minutes ago – “ She looked up, sharply, her breath catching. “Yes, I watched you for a bit."

She flushed even more, and at that point I let go of her blouse, bringing my hands down to draw attention to my hard-on in my trousers. "Look, you weren't the only one getting excited again, Sam." Of course, by letting go of the blouse, it fluttered open again. Not all the way, but enough to expose her ample cleavage, all the way from neck to stomach. She didn't notice, but instead was staring at the bulge in my suit.

"You watched me?"

"Yes," I answered. Then paused. "I hope you don't mind Sam. You're a very sexy young woman, and, well, after touching you the other day... I couldn't help but watch you play with yourself."

"Oh, Andy," she sighed. I thought I'd push it a step further.

"I mean it Sam. I said to you the other week that I think about you naked, then I got to touch your hips and your breasts, unfortunately with your bathing costume involved. I would have given anything to be able to do this...." And with that, I reached up a hand, stretching out a finger and lightly touching her neck. She flinched, but didn't pull back or otherwise respond. I slowly ran that finger down her neck, inside the blouse, then down her cleavage, pushing outwards all the time to move the blouse and bra away from her breast. My finger came to the fleshy part of her breast, the skin soft, her chest unmoving as she'd stopped breathing when I touched her.

I moved my finger further, following the outside curve of her breast, until the blouse and bra were totally out of the way, her whole breast exposed to me. It looked delicious, much better in the flesh than on the camera. Her nipple was erect, dark and meaty looking, begging me to suck it into my mouth. I let my hand slide under her breast, feeling the weight of it, and then back up... up to her nipple, sliding lightly across it. She gasped, the sudden drawing in of breath starting her breathing again, and she sighed softly, her eyelids drooping as her eyes rolled back in her head a bit.

I stopped, and withdrew my hand, fighting a battle of wills to do so. "I think we'd better stop there, Sam." She came to, and suddenly reached up to do up her bra, hastily pushing those fulsome tits into the cups, and doing up her blouse.

"Andy, I'd better go... And I don't think I should babysit again."

"What?! Don't talk daft girl. Why?"

"Look at us Andy, this isn't right. I'm Daniel's babysitter, and you've got Angela. This is wrong, just wrong."

"Sam," I said softly. "It's OK. Angela is off to the US for a year soon. I don't know what's going to happen between us. We might not last out that long, given that we've just met each other. And Daniel likes you looking after him. And so do I. And you need a job like this where you can get paid and still do your work. Hell, you're like one of the family. Don't throw that away."

"But look at us Andy. Can't you see this is wrong?"

"What I see are two adults, obviously attracted to each other, and in an unusual situation."

"Oh, Andy. I'd better go, I'm sorry for watching the DVD. I didn't mean to invade your privacy. I'm sorry." She turned to go away, but I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back towards me.

"Sam, no! I won't let you do this. It's my fault; I shouldn't have left the DVD around. It was stupid of me. Stay tonight - no, I'm not suggesting anything - just stay, and we'll talk about it in the morning, when we've both got clearer heads. There's no point throwing away our arrangement just because of a little sexual tension in the air. Please Sam, stay. Stay here tonight."

She looked at me for a while, thinking. Then with a deep sigh, she said "OK, but only if you promise we'll talk about it in the morning, and if I decide I'm not coming back, you support me in it."

"OK," I answered. With that, she grabbed her things, and headed upstairs to her bedroom. I waited a while, then headed out to the garage to pick up the laptop, then headed up to my bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.

I stripped off to just my boxers, and then lay on the bed and ran up the security software, and started watching the camera that monitored the hallway. Shame that I didn't have cameras in the spare bedroom - I'd have to rectify that one day. I turned it onto sleep mode - it would sit there quietly until it sensed motion, then the camera would start filming.  Then I sat back to read for a while, my cock slightly swollen, memories of the feel of her tit keeping the blood flowing down there. 

It took about half an hour, but then the camera came to life. Just as I hoped, Sam was in the corridor, moving slowly, creeping towards my room. I quietly put the laptop on the floor, closing the lid and putting it under the bed so it was out of sight.

My bedside light was on, giving enough light for me to read. I quickly closed the book and put it on the bed beside me, and then pulled my semi-hard cock out of my flies. I lay back, and started wanking, nice and quick to get me as hard as possible whilst Sam crept up the corridor. 

After a few moments, a good erection well on the way, I slowed down, pretending that I was having a nice slow wank, my head back, my eyes closed. I was listening intently for any sound of Sam.

There it was - a slight creak of the floorboards. I kept on wanking, pretending not to have heard it. I started to breathe more heavily, my breath rasping, holding it and then releasing it with a slight groan as I breathed out.

I made the most of my show, my hand sliding up and down, then running just around the top, then short quick wanks of just my foreskin, peeling it back and forth, exposing my swollen head. Then adding a hand down there to play with my balls, and then running it up my stomach to my nipples.

I began to groan a bit louder (not too loud, in case I woke up Daniel), and muttering "Oh god... that's good" under my breath, again, loud enough for Sam to make out. My come began to leak from my slit, so I smoothed it around my head, even bringing that hand back up to rub some into my nipples.

I began to get really turned on, so I turned it up for Sam. I started muttering, indistinct at first, and then becoming clearer and louder... "Ah, that's good.... oh baby, you're so tight... I'm your first...  oh Jesus you're so wet...". 

Then the piece de resistance. "Oh Sam honey... at last... fuck me baby, fuck me..." I started pumping my hips just like when she watched me the last time, pushing my cock in and out of my closed hand, pulling the foreskin all the way back to expose my purple head.

I heard her groan under her breath, the sound of a woman coming. Jesus, that was quick. She must have been wanking in her bed before she came out. I stopped wanking suddenly, whispering "Who's there? Daniel?" quite loudly, but not raising my head. I heard her scurry away, and a few minutes later, her bedroom door closed.

I got up, and closed my bedroom door, and pulled out the laptop, keeping an eye on the corridor. In the darkness of the night, I could see when she turned her light out, by the light that shone underneath the door into the hallway. I kept on wanking, but not really touching myself much, just keeping myself at the brink, for about 10 or 15 minutes after her light went out - hopefully enough time for her to start dozing, but not actually be asleep. My cock was rock hard, my balls aching to come, but I had something special in mind. 

I stood up, and took of my boxers, leaving myself naked. I padded over to my bedroom door, opened it, and down the corridor to Sam's room. I opened it a crack, not too quietly, but quiet enough that she would think I was sneaking in. I whispered "Sam?" very loudly. No response.

I crept over to her bed, knelt down beside it, and slid my hand up under the covers. She stirred. I felt my way up the bed until I was about the right height for her tits, and then reached further in till I touched her pajamas.

Then I started wanking, whispering "Oh Jesus Sam, you feel so good... That's it baby... Let me into you... Let me be your first... Can you feel that, Sam?... Can you feel me in you?... You're so tight baby, so tight... I'm your first man...” and so on. All the time, I was feeling round her chest gently, seeking her nipple... and then I found it. As I touched it, her breath drew in sharply, but I think she tried to stop it. So she was awake?

I froze my hand, and whispered "Sam? Are you awake?" as if I was trying to make sure she was asleep. Then I waited a moment. She was still. Too still. I was sure she was awake.

I started wanking again, whispering, "Oh Sam, I can't believe how good it is to finally be in you... I've wanted it for so long... Can you take me baby? Can you take all of me?... Oh Jesus that's good... "

I let my hand continue caressing her tits gently, feeling her up, teasing the nipple through the material, pressing against them a bit. I was sure I could feel her nipples get even harder as I did so, and her breathing get faster.





Anal At Last Ch. 14



"I'm taking your virginity honey... You're so tight and so wet... That's it baby, a little bit more, you can do it... Kiss me, kiss me Sam, and let me taste you... I've wanted you so long... Remember that time in the garden, when I shut my eyes and you stared at my cock? It was so hard for me baby... I just wanted to push you on the ground and take you then... I wanted to take my rock hard cock and push it into your virgin hole, Sam... You'd made me so horny, rubbing my back, knowing those soft tits were swaying above me but unable to see them... But when I felt them in my hands later... Oh Jesus, my cock was so hard... Oh god, that's good honey... I'm going to come in you... That's it... I'm going to fill you with my come... Oh god... Here it comes... "

I quickly stood up, standing over her, sure that she would be able to see my silhouette against the window, turning to make sure that if she could, she'd be able to see my prick. "Here it comes baby... Get ready... Oh, oh... YES!" I came then, turning at the last minute to send my come over her bedclothes. "Oh baby... That's it Sam... Come with me... Oh yeah... That's it... Oh god... I couldn't help it baby... You made me come so quickly..."

I carried on wanking for another minute or so, rubbing the last few dribbles of come over my cock, hearing the slap of moisture as my hand moved up and down, knowing she could hear it also. I was sure she'd been awake - she was still way too quiet. If she had been asleep, she would have at least been disturbed by me a bit.

I stopped wanking, and turned to go out of the room. Then I stopped standing still. There was one more thing I wanted to do.

After a moment's indecision, I turned and walked back to her bed, and knelt down again. I slid my hand back under the covers, and felt my way gently to her waist. Then I slipped my hand under her pajama top, and slowly, slowly, slowly, as if trying not to wake her even now, I slid my hand up towards her tits, gently lifting her top every so often to give me room to maneuver. Eventually, I reached the underside of her breasts, the creamy smooth skin so soft to my touch. Her breathing froze, then released in a shiver as I continued on, up over the mound of her tit, to the point where I could get a good handful. I gently squeezed, feeling her tit, softly moulding it. "Jesus Sam, you feel so good" I whispered. After a few moments, I started pulling my hand away, sliding it in feather-light touches down her breast, my palm and then the length of my index finger sliding over her tightly erect nipple. Then, with a few light strokes of her stomach - her muscles flinching each time in nervous tension - I slid my hand out from underneath her top, out the bedclothes, and I stood up.

Then I crept out the room and closed her door softly behind me. I couldn't wait to tell Angela about this.



Anal At Last Ch. 15



[The story so far: I've recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son by myself. After a long abstinence, I've met a woman (Angela) and we've been indulging in anal sex, new to both of us. My babysitter (Samantha) has watched us have sex, and confessed to Angela. That set Angela thinking, and she said she wanted me to flirt with Sam, and let Sam flirt with me, but without letting Sam know that it was planned. Also, Angela and I have been watched by Angela's neighbour, Peter, while we had sex in the garden. The next day, we had a threesome with Peter, giving Angela her first double penetration. 

Angela has informed me that she's off to the US for a year, just as we're getting close.

After catching Sam watching a recording of Angela and I have sex, resulting in a charged encounter between us, I snuck into Sam's room and wanked off over her.

 The cast:

Me: 36 yrs male

My son: Daniel

My girlfriend: Angela, 40 yrs

The babysitter: Samantha, 18 yrs

Samantha's dad: Bill

Samantha's brother: David

Bill's late wife: Michelle

Bill's girlfriend: Barbara

Angela's friend: Jules

My ex-wife: Sharon

Daniel's friend: Stephen

Stephen's parents: Ken and Simone

Peter: Angela's young neighbour

Charlie: Angela's friend 

Jules: Angela's friend (never met)]

*

I woke early on Friday morning morning, and went downstairs before Daniel awoke to have a quiet breakfast for once. Sam was already there, reading a book over a cup of coffee. She was wearing a dressing gown over her pyjamas. Damn., I thought, I was looking forward to some fine jiggling tits this morning. She looked up as I stood there in just my boxers, and looked down the length of my body.

"Oh, hi Sam, I didn't expect you to be up."

"I, er, I didn't sleep much last night, and I woke up early so I thought I'd come down and read."

"Oh? I hope I didn't keep you awake?"

She stared at me. "What.... what do you mean?"

"Well, you know, pottering about the house after you'd gone to bed."

"Oh, I see. No, it wasn't you. It was... well, last night."

"Sam I told you, don't worry, it happens to us all."

"But I watched you and Angela, that's a terrible thing to do. That was private."

"Listen Sam, I don't care. It's my fault, as I said. Don't sweat it."

"But - "

"But nothing Sam, drop it, it's not important. Now, do you want a top up of that coffee?"

She started to say something else, and then stopped. "That'll be nice," she muttered.

"One more thing... I wouldn't normally wander about the house in just my undies with you around... but I figure that as you saw me in the same state when sunbathing, you won't mind. Is this OK with you?" I pointed down to my groin as I said that last part.

She glance at me, involuntarily, and flushed, looking down at her book again. "Err, yeah, that's fine Andy."

I made my coffee, and sat the other side of the breakfast bar from her. She remained engrossed in her book. I took it off her, closed it, and put it down.

"Sam, listen to me. What you saw yesterday was something Angela and I like to do occasionally. We like to record ourselves, so that when one of us is away, the other one has something to ... amuse themselves with. Remember the last time I went to a conference, and you nearly stayed over? Good job you didn't as Angela had left some photographs and a DVD lying around, as a welcome home present, and they were more intimate than what you saw last night. Although I've never yet found that DVD, strangely. It must have fallen behind or under some furniture."

She flushed deeply again. Ah ha, that's the proof. She had been over in that week, and certainly had the other DVD.

"The fact that you found it arousing is... well, it's a complement really. It's no different to watching porn, which I'm sure you've never done, but millions have. It's harmless, as long as the people making it are having fun. And Angela and I were certainly having fun when we made that." I looked away, smiling to myself, remembering how good it felt to fuck Angela in the ass while the vibrator buzzed away in her cunt. "Boy, did we have fun," I said, softly.

I looked back at her. "Anyway Sam, seriously, there's no harm done. In fact, when I thought about it last night, it actually got me quite excited to think that you were getting off on watching us... Oh Sam, stop blushing, it's quite natural. When I was your age, I watched quite a few people have sex at parties and the like, hiding in the shadows while they ground away on each other. Again, if you haven't got an outlet yourself, it's perfectly natural to take matters into your own hand. Hell, remember me saying that I still wank even though I've got Angela?"

She turned away when I said that, obviously embarrassed or ashamed of watching me wank so often. Then I remembered that Angela had told Sam to watch us one night.

"Just one thing Sam. Please don't say anything about this to Angela. OK, so we might not make it through her time in the US, but at the moment, she means a great deal to me, and I'd hate for her to think that you and I were up to anything behind her back. I know I reached out and touched your breast, but... well, let's just say it was a moment of weakness. You standing there, obviously in heat, I'd watched you a bit from the window... I couldn't help myself. Please, don't say anything. It won't happen again, I promise."

Sam looked at me. "Oh, no Andy, I won't say a word. I understand." She was fighting back a smile, so at least she was coming round a bit. "Talking of Angela, are you seeing each other this weekend?"

"Tomorrow, I'm not sure when. She's out tonight with the girls from work to celebrate her coming promotion."

She cracked another smile, trying desperately to hide it. "Oh, Andy, before I forget. I noticed this morning that someone's spilled something on my bedclothes, there are a few drops of something spattered over the duvet cover."

I looked down, pretending to be embarrassed. Ah, so the mouse has decided to play with the cats has she? Excellent!!, I thought. "Oh really," I said. "Sorry about that, I didn't notice when I made the bed up."

"That's strange Andy, as I didn't notice them when I went to bed either. It's as if something dripped on them last night. Maybe you've got a leak in the ceiling?" She was fighting that smile still.

"Oh, er, yes. I'll go take a look now. I'll be back in a minute." I headed upstairs, into her bedroom, smirking to myself. She must think she's so clever, I thought. Little does she know the rules have changed after Angela gave me permission fuck the little virgin. I quickly lifted up her duvet, breathing in deeply, sniffing. Yes, the horny little minx had wanked last night, I could smell her in the air.

After a few moment, I went downstairs, this time with Daniel, who I woke up en route. "No damage visible," I said as we walked back into the kitchen. "I'll keep any eye on it in case there are any more leaks."

She smiled her agreement, and then bent down to pick up Daniel and start getting his breakfast ready. The next hour was a blur as all three of us got ready, with no more talk about last night. When Daniel was finally ready for school, he ran out to the car and got sat into the drivers seat, pretending to drive, like he always did. I quickly picked up my wallet, phone, and so on, and started to head for the door.

Then Sam called out from upstairs. "Andy! Are you still there?"

"Yes," I shouted back up the stairs.

"Could I have a word for a minute? Up here?"

I went upstairs, following the sound of her voice as she called me into her room. She was stood there in her bra and knickers, the red lacy pair that she'd bought when out shopping with Angela, and that she'd stuffed into a bag when I had entered the room with coffee. I stopped still, taking her in. The red material looked great on her creamy white skin, and her tits were cupped beautifully.

She looked down at herself, as if suddenly realizing what she was wearing. "Oh Andy, I'm sorry. Is this OK? I mean, you saw me in my bikini at the weekend, so this is about the same. You don't mind, do you? It's just like your boxers this morning..." She smiled at me knowingly as she said it.

I shook my head, silently. She walked up to me, till she was standing very close. As I was quite a bit taller than her, I had to look down. Her cleavage beckoned me, and I could see her nipples erect underneath, pushing against the material. "It's just that I forgot to ask something earlier in the week. It's my dad, you see. Well, bloody Babs to be exact. She's getting some work done on her house this weekend, and was going to move out to a friends for the few days. But dad's invited her to stay at our place, and... well - "

" - and, you don't want to be at home?"

She smiled again. "Exactly. I know it's asking a lot, but could I stay here? It's only for a few days, Tuesday, or Wednesday at the latest. I'll stay out of your way, honest. And I won't watch any more DVDs without asking you first." She reached up to straighten my collar a bit, the lift in her arms emphasising her large breasts even more. Jesus, this girl is good when she puts her mind to it, I thought.

"Would that be OK?" she asked.

I smiled at her. "Of course Sam. Stay as long as you want. You know it's no bother."

"Great," she said. "Just a couple of ground rules first though Andy, after last night. First, try to keep your hands to yourself. As you said, you don't want Angela to be thinking that there's something going on between us."

"Of course. Although it will be difficult if you keep dressing like you are now" I answered.

She smiled bashfully, and then continued. "Secondly, I'll see if I can find out what's causing those drops on the bed. As it was at night, maybe it's something to do with the hot water system going off for the night, and the flow of water changing, pipes cooling down, that sort of thing. I'll try to sleep lightly, so that I'll wake up if I hear anything odd. Then I'll just lay very still in the dark so that I can hear the slightest noise."

"OK," I said, delighted that she was going to play the game.

"Third, it was awfully hot in here last night, even with the window open. Would you mind awfully if I slept naked at night?"

I smiled, but tried to look like I was fighting to keep the smile down. "Well, Sam, that's up to you. Just don't let me catch you wandering round the house naked, alright?" My cock was showing signs of interest at this point.

"Oh, I promise Andy. My only concern is that I sometimes need an extra glass of water at night, particularly when I'm all hot and bothered. So if you do hear me creeping about, I'll just be going to refill my glass, so don't you worry about it. Just stay tucked up in bed real nice, and I'll soon be back in mine again." She looked down then, right at my groin, I'm sure. Jesus, this girl could seduce a 110-year old hermit.

"Oh, I've just thought of something else. What if I do spot the issue with those drops? Should I get up immediately, and come and get you, which means I'll be naked. Or should I get dressed and come and get you, which takes a bit longer and might mean it'll be too late to prevent some serious damage?"

"Er... you'd better come immediately Sam. Better safe than sorry, and all that."

"But Andy, can I trust you? Remember when my blouse was undone yesterday, and you touched me like this - " She ran one hand over the curve of her breast as it bulged out over the bra, then down to her nipple, breathing in deeply as she did so. " - you said you couldn't keep your hands off me? How are you going to manage if I'm totally naked?" She breathed in deeply, pushing her tits out even further, one hand still resting lightly on her tit.

My cock was rock-hard by this point, squashed into my jeans, throbbing intensely. "I'll try Sam, I'll try. That's all I can say."

She gave me a huge winning grin. "Good! And one last thing Andy..."

"Yes?"

"Some time tonight, preferably after I've gone to bed so that it's not intrusive, could you maybe find something to do with that?" She stepped back a bit and pointed at my cock. "I know it must be frustrating for you to have someone like me around, standing here in my lingerie, pleasuring myself on your sofa, watching your DVDs. And I'm sorry, I'll do my best not to... er, affect... you too much. But if it does get too much for you, please don't hold back on my account. I'm sure you can find something to do in the middle of the night to help you relieve yourself..."

The dirty little minx is basically begging me to come in and feel her up again. I like this girl! 

"After all," she continued, "I can hardly complain after you watched me on the sofa last night, can I? Who knows, maybe if we're both feeling frustrated, we could - "

The car horn tooted. Dammit, I'd forgotten that Daniel was waiting to go to school! 

"We could what?" I asked, hoping she was about to say we could watch each other.

"Oh, nothing Andy. Just silly talk. Go now, Danny's waiting." I waited a moment to see if she would say anything else, but she was turning to go back to her clothes and make up. As I walked to the door, I heard her say "Oh!"

I turned back to her, to see her facing away from me, bent over, her hands on the bed as though she'd fallen and caught herself, her back arched, her lovely round ass sticking out towards me, smooth and curvy. I stared, open mouthed.

It seems hours, but only a few seconds later, Sam turned her head over her shoulder and saw me looking. "Oh Andy. That's so ungentlemanly of you, staring at my backside like that." But she didn't move away or stand up. 

I took a step towards her, my hand lifting up slightly as I started to reach for her ass. Then the car horn tooted again. Sam stayed where she was, shifting her weight on one left, moving her shapely ass around, and said "Andy, I think you'd better go, don't you?"

I sighed, and left her room, closing the door behind me, but not before I had one last look through the gap as I closed it. She was still bent over the bed, but this time had one hand between her legs, sliding up her smooth inner thigh, up, up, till she turned her hand palm up and rubbed quickly over her mound. The last thing I heard as I closed the door was a soft moan.

Jesus, these two women are going to be the death of me, I thought.

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I dropped Daniel off at school, and came back home. When I walked into the living room, Sam was sat on the sofa, surrounded by books and paper, obviously hard at work. She was wearing some of her old clothes - a baggy sweatshirt and a pair of jeans.

"Ah, I see frumpy Sam is with us today", I said, laughing at her.

She glared at me, and turned back to her books. Keeping her head lowered, and flicking through her book as though she wasn't really interested in our conversation, she said "Andy, last night I was wearing nicer clothes, and you couldn't keep your hands off my body. At the weekend, I wore a bikini, and you also couldn't keep your hands off my body. I think it's best for all of us if I were something a little less risque. Don't you agree?"

"Sam, yesterday you were caught red-handed, so to speak. THAT'S why I couldn't keep my hands off you. It had nothing to do with what you're wearing."

"Oh, so now you're trying to convince me to wear something slinky again today, eh? No Andy, that's not going to happen. Frumpy Sam is here to stay. I know it's hot today, and these are not the best clothes to wear for hot weather, but they'll have to do. Once again, I find myself at your place longer than expected, and with not enough clothes to cope with all this variable British weather."

"Oh no Sam, you can't blame me for that one. Admittedly, the last time you were here unexpectedly, it was your Dad's and my fault for conspiring to keep you out of his way. But this time, it's all your fault. You knew you were going to ask me if you could stay longer, so don't blame me if you're too disorganized to bring clothes."

"Enough of your chat, Andy. I'm busy. Leave me alone to get on with my work, and you get on with yours. Don't you have a business to run, aside from your Seduction-R-Us sideline?"

I stared at her for a moment, and then shook my head, laughing quietly and headed up to the office. As I went upstairs, I shouted back, "Oh, and Sam? Remember, no DVDs..."

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A couple of hours later, I went downstairs to make a coffee. I went through to the kitchen without looking into the living room, and started making my drink. I called through to Sam.

"Sam, fancy a coffee or something?"

She shouted back, "God no, it's too hot for that. But you could fetch me an orange or something. With ice, thanks"

I made the drinks, and went through to the living room. The sofa is in the middle of the room, back towards the door, so I couldn't really see Sam other than a book held in her hands, above the top of the sofa. She must have been lying on her back, the book above her head. As I walked in, she leaped up from her position, knelt facing the back of the sofa, reaching out for to me for the drink.

And she wasn't wearing the sweatshirt any more. Leaning over the back of the sofa, her tits, encased in that red bra, were on full display, hanging down beneath their weight, cleavage deliciously dark between her mounds.

I stopped and stared.

"Oh, Andy, behave yourself. It's too damned hot for wearing a sweatshirt, and that blouse needs a wash. I'm sorry to wander round in my bra again, but it's no worse than my bikini. In fact, I think the bikini shows more."

I walked over to her, and handed her the drink. She took a big gulp, and gave out a gasp when she'd finished, obviously delighted with the cool drink. Then she reached into the glass, and pulled out an ice-cube. Then, just like in a hundred movies where the director offers some cheap titillation, she ran the ice-cube down her throat, over her collarbone, down to her cleavage, closing her eyes at the feel of it. "Oh, god," she moaned, low in her throat, "that feels good...."

My cock started to react, as she opened her eyes and looked at me. "Oh, Andy, I'm so sorry, that must have seemed pretty brazen of me. I meant nothing by it. Please, just ignore me." Then she turned around, and sat normally on the sofa, putting her drink on the floor beside her. She patted the seat next to her. "Come on Andy, take a seat, we could both do with a break."

I sat next to her, and she turned sideways on towards me, her lovely breasts on full display in front of me. She saw me looking, looked down herself, and then asked me, "So do you like this lingerie set, then?"

"It's very nice, Sam. I dread to think what you used to wear in the old frumpy days - probably grey knickers like your grandmother wears."

She laughed, and leaned forward, placing her hand on my thigh. "Actually, Andy, I think you'd be surprised. I had this set - " As she said that, she ran her spare hand over the curve of her breast. " - specially fitted, from a proper woman's outfitters. It turns out that the ones I was wearing before were too small. I must have looked a right sight, nice big breasts bulging out over a bra that was too small. Can you imagine that?"

I certainly can, I thought. But I grinned at her. "Actually, I can't Sam. Perhaps you could show me one day?"

She shook her head, laughing. "Angela was right, you are pretty pathetic. A man of your age desperate for a glimpse of a young girl's bosom."

"Oh? And what else has Angela been saying?"

"Oh, just girl stuff, you know how it is. Actually, she phoned me last night when you were out. She was saying you've got the most amazing hands, and can work all kinds of wonders." She gave me a huge grin, running her hand slightly up and down my thigh.




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Had Angela actually obeyed me and told Sam how much she liked me finger-fucking her?  I couldn't believe it, but my cock could, giving another surge towards erection.

Sam continued. "Maybe I'll have to get you to give me a massage some time. Would you like that?"

I shrugged my shoulders, feigning nonchalance.

She took her hand off my thigh, and sat back a bit. "OK Andy, if you're not bothered, we can just leave it. I thought maybe we could both benefit: I'd get a nice relaxing massage, and you'd get to run your hands over me again. But like I said, if you're not bothered, then that's OK."

"How's about tonight?" I blurted. "I mean... I've got nothing else on, Angela's not coming till tomorrow, so why not?"

"Oh Andy, I don't think that would be very sensible, do you? You and me in the house alone, Angela nowhere near, me naked with just a towel over my behind, relaxed and compliant, putty in your hands, and you with some sort of baby oil or something to rub into me. Coupled with the very excited state that you've been in recently... who knows what might happen?"

"What do you mean, excited state?"

"Andy, look down..." She pointed at my groin. "Even now, I can see something happening down there." Shit, I'd hoped it was out of sight. 

"You really have quite the hair trigger, don't you Andy? I'm really sorry for the effect I have on you. It didn't cross my mind when I decided I wanted to wear just this - " She raised both hands, cupping her breasts underneath, lifting them slightly, emphasizing her cleavage. "I suppose I should have guessed that you'd be affected."

For christ's sake, I thought. Isn't it supposed to be ME seducing HER?  She certainly knew her stuff. I guess she was feeling more comfortable around me now that Angela had given her permission to flirt with me.

"Drink your coffee, Andy, it's getting cold." As I reached down for it, she stood up, and wandered to the window. She ran her hands down her lower back, stretching, and then pushed her hands up in the air, her whole back, bum, and legs tightening as she yawned. I admired her curves, highlighted by the light coming in from the window. Still facing away from me, she said "Yeah, a massage would be nice. Your sofa's very comfy, but not the best place to work from all day." She turned to face me. "It's a good job your house is so secluded. What would the neighbours think if could see me now, in only my bra, a young woman alone with you, a single divorcee, in his house? The scandal would be up and down the street like wildfire.... So, do you think you'll be able to behave yourself if you give me a massage tonight?"

I smirked. "Oh, I think so Sam. But I guess we won't know until tonight, will we?" I finished my coffee and stood up, my erection still bulging slightly. "But right now, I've got work to do. As delightful as you are, you're not the most important thing in my life."

She playfully pouted her bottom lip. "Oh Andy, I'm hurt". Then she grinned, and told me to go play with my computer. As I left the room, she said, "Andy, as a treat for putting me up, I'll bring you lunch, at about say one o'clock? Please don't let me find you surfing for porn whilst you relieve yourself...."

I barked a laugh at her and carried on up to the office.

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True to her word, Sam came up at one o'clock. Unfortunately, I was on a long call with a client about some up-coming work. She placed a sandwich, a cake, and a coffee on my desk, and then signed to see if it was OK for her to sit on the couch in the office. I nodded my assent, gave her a thumbs up for the sandwich, and carried on with the call.

She planted herself on the sofa, still clad just in jeans and bra. I turned to face her, chatting away, letting my eyes wander over luscious body a bit while she was engaged in putting her coffee in the floor.

She was eating some sort of sandwich with mayonnaise on it, and after a few bites, some dropped out the back of the sandwich falling onto her breasts. She looked at it, looked at me, then gave me a dirty little smile. She turned more to face me, scooped up the mayo with one finger, and then sucked it back into her mouth, giving her finger a good sucking. God she was dirty sometimes, and I couldn't say anything because I was one the phone to my client.

She ate another mouthful or two, and then put her sandwich down, flapping her hand in front of her face, puffing out her cheeks, as if to say she was hot. I shrugged, unable to do anything about it whilst on the phone.

So she stood up, facing me, and started undoing the buttons of her jeans. Oh shit, she's going to strip in front of me. When she'd undone all her buttons, she wriggled her tush, pushing the jeans down over her child-bearing hips, leaning forward a bit, giving me a great few down her cleavage. Then, with her jeans over her thighs, she turned around, bent over, and pushed them all the way down her legs, bending right over to get them over her feet. Her lovely round ass was thrust towards me, clad in those red panties. She seemed to have some trouble getting her jeans off, as it took a long time for her to straighten.

"Andy? Andy? Are you still there?" came the voice down the line.

"Er... sorry Mac, something distracted me. What was the question?"

Sam stood up, turning to me, and mouthed "Sorry" as if she didn't know what she was doing. Then she flapped her hand in front of her face again, putting on a "phew, that's better expression". She sat on the sofa, this time cross-legged, her mound clearly visible under her panties. She picked up her sandwich, and carried on eating. 

As she bit into her sandwich, it kind of fell apart, all the filling coming out. Another dollop of mayo fell, this time onto her inner thigh. She went to clean it up with her hands, but realised both her hands were just as messy. She looked flustered for a moment, then stood up and approached me. She turned the leg outwards, exposing her smooth thigh to me, and indicated it with her eyes, mouthing "Help!"

God help me, I thought.

I reached out, and with one finger, I scooped up the mayo, feeling her thigh quiver as I touched her. I ran my finger further than I needed to, only lifting it when I felt the very smooth skin at the top of the thigh, only millimeters away from her panties. Then I presented the finger to her.

The girl got the hint, and bent over, again letting me get a good view of her cleavage. She took my finger in her mouth, giving it a good suck, her tongue swirling round it, making sure she got all the mayo. 

Then she stood up, licking her lips, and sat down again. She put her sandwich on her plate, and slowly, sensually, licked and sucked the remaining mayo off her hands.

She gave me an innocent little smile, pointed to my groin where I realised I was as hard as nails again, shook her head in dismay, and carried on eating her sandwich.

A few minutes later, Mac started to explain something that was new to me, so I started to take notes on my PC. I was struggling with holding the phone under my ear - I'd gotten a new phone recently, and it was a lot slimmer than my old one, and I'd not gotten round to getting a new headset for it. The slimmer phone made it harder to hold the phone at an angle between my ear and shoulder in a way that I could still hear what was going on whilst typing.

I kept having to ask Mac to hold on, whilst I put the phone down and made notes on what he'd been saying.

Sam saw me struggling, and came over to me. She took a pen and pad off the desk, whispered "You tell me what to write...", and leant over the desk, her elbows on the top, pen poised over the pad, looking at me, unconsciously mouthing the end of the pen. My eyes took in the curve of her back and hips as she stood there.

"Mac... Hold on a second. This isn't working." I explained to him about the phone and headset problem. "I've got... well, I'll get my secretary - " Sam looked at me and smiled. " - to take notes, but I'll need to repeat the pertinent bits of what you say so she knows what to write."

And so the conversation went on. Mac would explain his requirements, I'd summarize them, and Sam would take notes, all the while leant over, allowing me to feast my eyes on her curves.

After about five minutes, Sam stood up, stretched, and rubbed her lower back as if it was sore. She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, then grabbed a hold of my chair and swiveled it away from the desk. Then she shuffled in close, turned around, and planted herself on my lap, slightly sideways on so that I had a good and very close-up view of her tits.

Her body-heat soaked through from her near-naked ass, and my cock immediately (and understandably) started to rise to the occasion, having only just settled down since her finger-licking routine.

Sam continued taking notes, and after a few seconds, she shuffled her ass around, doing wonders for my growing erection. I sat back and enjoyed it, occasionally sitting forward as much as I could to ostensibly look at the notes, but obviously get a better look at her tits. If she was going to play, then I was damn well going to make the most of it, especially as it was done with Angela's blessing.

At one point, Mac started to end the call, as it was approaching the time that we'd scheduled the call to finish.

"Mac, hold on, do you have another meeting to go to, or are you more-or-less free now?"

"Well, I've always got work to do, you know how it is, but if you want to discuss something specific, I can spare some time. What is it?"

"Well, I wanted to talk more about the interface between the application and your CRM system. That's an area I'm not so experienced on, as much as I hate to admit it. Do you have... oh, I don't know... say half an hour to go over some question?"

I looked at Sam as I said this, and gave her a hand signal to say "you carry on taking notes".

"Sure Andy, I can shuffle things around. Give me just two minutes, and I'll be right back. I'll put you on mute for the moment."

"No problem Mac."

I muted my end as well, and asked Sam if she was OK to keep on taking notes.

"Sure, but you do realise that this is not part of my baby-sitter duties?"

"And?" 

"Well, I want paying for this. I'm not your bloody secretary; I've got work of my own to do."

"Hey, you're staying here rent free, this is payback time."

"Damn!"

"What's the matter with that?" I asked.

"Well, I was hoping to pay you back in other ways...." My cock leaped. This young, supposedly virginal girl was turning into a right little tease.

"... like cooking you dinner, which is so much more enjoyable than taking notes."

"Sam, just sit still and keep on taking notes. We'll sort out the payment later. After all, taking notes for half an hour really doesn't make up for staying here for nearly a week."

She sighed theatrically, and muttered "I suppose so"... giving another good little wriggle. "But there's something lumpy under me that's really quite uncomfortable. Have you got your mobile or something in your pocket? Or is it -"

She rolled her eyes at me. "Oh Andy, not again." She shook her heard, tutting, and turned away from me a bit... giving another delicious wriggle, more like a nice slow grind, as she did so. Then she dropped the pen between her feet, uttering a quiet "Oops!", and leant forward to pick it up, slowly. Again, her ass slid delightfully around my groin as she did so.

She sat up, and I looked at her notes again. I sat forward a bit, my chest against her back, and reached around her to point at the notes. I mentioned a couple of points where I wanted her to change the notes, each time moving my hand around the pad. As I did so, I pressed my forearm against her tits, and she turned slightly to press back against me.

Mac came back on the line, and we continued the call. At a few points, I again leant forward to read the notes that Sam was taking, and each time I either pressed my arm against her breasts, or rested my hand on the curve of her hips whilst I clarified something Mac had said.

Every so often, Sam ground her ass against me, and at one point, she lifted the pad to show me what she'd just written: "You're very uncomfortable to sit on!" I grabbed the pen, wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her tight, and she held the pad while I wrote, "It's just fine from where I'm sitting!" She playfully slapped my thigh beneath her, and returned to the notes.

Eventually, the call came to an end, and Sam started asking me questions about the work that I do. She'd never really expressed much of an interest before - like most people, as soon as I said I work in IT, her eyes glazed over. But today, she was interested... and she remained on my lap. That made it nearly an hour with a raging hard on, and my balls were starting to ache.

Eventually, I put my hands on her waist, took a moment to enjoy her hot fleshy curves under my palms, wishing that she was naked and I was holding her hips to pull her big, firm ass onto my raging hard-on. Then I gently pushed her off me. 

She stood up, looking a bit disappointed. "Oh, Andy, don't you like me sitting on you?"

"Sam, obviously, I like it a lot." I pointed at my bulging cock. "But for a guy, sitting with a hard-on rubbing up against a nice shapely ass for an hour or more, can make it quite uncomfortable, and there's not much more uncomfortable than a sore hard-on"

She pouted. "Oh, I'm sorry Andy, I just got the impression you liked it. If you wanted me off, you only had to say earlier."

"No, no, it's OK Sam, I needed your help, didn't I?" I said, as if placating her. We both knew what was going on, that we were both playing games.

"Well, OK Andy, if you insist. Now, all this work has gotten me tired, so I'm just going to go for a lie down. Why don't you use the opportunity to ... er... how should I put it? ... relieve yourself, if that'll help with the discomfort?" She smiled shyly as she looked at my groin again, then she waved bye and flounced out the room, her hips swaying. She pulled the office door almost closed behind her, and I heard her walk down the corridor, and her door open.

I reached down to re-arrange myself to be more comfortable. I shook my head, thinking about the changes in her, and then sighed and started to turn her notes into electronic ones. But after five minutes or so, my hard-on was still insistent.

I pushed back from the desk, undid my jeans, and pushed them down around my hips. My cock sprang free, still constrained by my boxers, but having more room than when in my jeans. I reached into the boxers, and pulled my cock free. My balls were getting kind of sore, so I then decided to push both my boxers and jeans down around my ankles.

I took a hold of my straining cock, and started wanking slowly, relief already working through the muscles down there. I slid my hand up and down my throbbing cock, remembering what it was like to have Sam sat on my lap, almost naked, and imagining what it would have been like if she'd bent over, slid down her knickers, and then sat back on me, reaching back to pull out my cock and sinking down onto it, pulling my hands up around her to molest her tits through her bra.

I imagined her getting off me, standing up and turning round, and sinking herself back on my cock, groaning at the feel of it. Then she'd reach up and undo her bra, letting her full tits loose, pulling my head into her cleavage. 

I slid down in my seat, wanking firmly - then I heard something behind me. I didn't turn, and didn't stop wanking, but, in my monitor, I could see the reflection of the office door slowly opening. That dirty little minx was watching me. 

Time for a show again, I thought. I slid further down the seat, far enough for my head to rest on the back of the seat, and I laid back, closing my eyes, letting myself really get into the groove. Then, pretending that being stretched out like this was awkward under the desk, I slowly turned sideways-on, giving her a good view of my cock.

I started to breath heavily, moaning a bit, uttering the usual things: "Oh that's good...You feel so good against me honey... That's it... Wriggle that ass on me... Lean back baby, let me feel your tits... That's it... Oh honey, you've got the best tits I've ever held... Oh, so tight baby, so tight... Am I really your first? Am I the first one to take you? .... God, you're such a dirty little girl, and you didn't even know it... Acting all innocent... Jesus, Sam, that's good... You fuck so well, but there's so much more I want to teach you... Will you let me? Will you let me show you everything I know?... Will you let me fulfill your wildest fantasies?... Will you let me live out mine? ... Oh Sam, you feel so good..."

I could hear Sam's breathing behind me, heavier than normal.

Then I stopped wanking, slumping down in my seat. I mumbled "Ah fuck, it's not working. I'm going to have to go see her again." I slowly stood up, hearing Sam scurry away from the door. Her room was just next door to the office, and I heard the door open quickly.

I slid my jeans and boxers off, along with my trainers and socks, and took of my shirt, leaving myself naked, my cock throbbing in front of me. I opened the office door, and walked up to Sam's door.

"Sam?" I asked softly. No answer. Surprise surprise.

I nudged her door open a bit, and called again. Still no answer. I poked my head in the room, and saw her on the bed, face down on top of the duvet... and she was naked.

"Sam?" I called one last time, giving her the chance to pretend to wake up. She didn't. So I continued the game.

I crept up to her side of the bed, pretending to not want to wake her up. I uttered a low whistle as I gazed at her, pretending to be stunned by seeing her nude. But I'm not pretending, I realised. Her curvy form lay before me, sun-kissed after last weekend, delicious in so many ways. Her breasts crushed under her, bulging out sideways as she lay; her smooth back tapering down to an hourglass waist; her hips flaring, giving the best shape to her bubble-but ass; solid but firm legs stretched out behind her.

I leant over, and lightly touched her shoulder. "Sam?" I whispered. Still no response. I kept that finger on her, running it slowly and softly down her side, just scraping the edge of her breast, down along the ticklish spot underneath her ribs at the side, up over the curve of her hip, and round the bottom of her ass, following the crease where her thighs joined her bum, just like I had in the garden the other day. She'd not moved during this, not even a breath.

"Oh Sam," I whispered, loud enough and clear enough for her to hear. "You're so beautiful... so young... so innocent..." With my other hand, I started wanking myself slowly, letting my breath get heavier and louder. I tried to slide my hand a bit between her legs, but she was keeping them closed. Fair enough, I thought, I can touch, but not too much.

"Oh Sam," I continued. "That's so good honey... Do you want all of me?... Can you take any more? ... That's it honey, push, let me in... Oh jesus, that's good... You're so tight baby, so innocent... You turn me on so much... I can't keep my hands off you..."

I was still feeling her ass, stroking it, sliding a finger up and down her crease, not pushing inside, just lightly touching both cheeks were they met. She'd seen the DVD of Angela and I having anal sex, and been turned on, so I figured she'd be turned on by me approaching that area.

Ah, hold on, I thought. Would the camera have actually picked up that far down? Maybe she could only see to our waists or something, and not see my cock in Angela's ass. Maybe the angle was all wrong for that, and in her innocence she's assumed I was in Angela's cunt. I resolved to watch the clip to see what Sam would have seen.




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I carried on. "That's it baby, feed me your tits... Let me suck them... Let me bite them.... Give them to be honey... That's it... Oh yeah... It's coming baby... I'm coming... You're making me come... Oh Sam, Sam, Sam... Let me come in you... that's it baby, come with me... Let yourself come... There, oh there... Sam!"

I came, spurting over her lower back and her ass, panting my way through my orgasm. She jerked underneath me as my come hit her back, and I heard a slight whimper, almost too soft to hear. I slowly wanked myself as my breathing returned to normal. Then I bent down over her, kissing each cheek of her ass, deeply breathing in the smell of aroused woman. Then I licked her, drawing my tongue up her cheeks where they met. She whimpered again, and I felt her ass cheeks tighten, and saw one of her hands grab the bed sheet she was lying on. With one last lingering touch of her ass, I stepped away from the bed, and crept towards the door. I softly opened it again, and closed it, but stood outside listening, my ear to the door.

I heard her stir, then nothing else for a few seconds. Then... a soft moan, a gasp, and a slight rhythmic creak of the bed. 

I wished I'd installed a security camera into the bedrooms....

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It was about three o'clock when she surfaced. She poked her head round the office door. "Hi Andy. God, I didn't realise I was so tired. Sorry about that."

"No problem, I didn't even miss you."

"Oh," she said, disappointed. "Have you ...er... Did you... You know... Did you..."

"Did I relieve myself, do you mean?" I asked, looking at her with raised eyebrows.

"Yes..."

I stood up, pointing to my groin. "Look, no swelling. Everything seems to be in hand."

She looked, and smiled a shy, secret smile

"And you?"

She stared at me, open-mouthed. "What do you mean?"

"Did you have a relaxing sleep? Do you feel refreshed?"

"Oh, er... yes. Thanks."

We chatted a bit more, without innuendo, and then I left to go pick up Daniel. The usual evening activities ensued. Playing with Danny, tea, doing his homework, reading one of his favourite books, and then bed.

When I came back downstairs, Sam was watching TV, stretched out on the sofa. We sat together watching TV for a while, when Angela phoned. We caught up a bit on the latest happenings (without mentioning Sam), then I turned the subject to her.

"So... the other news is: Sam's staying for a few days - maybe till Tuesday or Wednesday."

"You dirty pervert, how did you manage that one?"

I smiled at Sam, letting her know it was OK. "Oh, her Dad's got Barbara over and Sam wanted some peace and quiet."

"And she stayed with you? What made her think she was going to get any peace and quiet with you drooling all over her?"

"That's right."

"She's there, isn't she, listening in?"

"Yup."

"Oh Andy, that must be so difficult for you. Have you got anything exciting to tell me? Have you taken it any further?"

"Oh yes, lots."

"You haven't - You've not actually fucked her have you? I said I wanted to be there!"

"Oh lord, no, nothing like that."

"Thank god. So what happened?"

"Yeah, OK, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Are you getting shy on me, Andy? Never mind. You can tell me tomorrow as I ride you like a banshee."

We carried on chatting, and ended up with her saying she'd come over later tomorrow, maybe around eight o'clock. While I was chatting, Sam went upstairs. She came down after Angela and I had said our goodbyes, and was wearing the same blouse as last night, over her jeans. But she had a button or two undone more than she had done before, and her blouse gaped just enough to get my attention.

She sat next to me on the sofa, legs curled up underneath her, angled slightly towards me. Just enough to give me a nice view down the gap in her blouse, to her cleavage. Aside from that, nothing really happened till she decided to go to bed.

She yawned, and stood up, saying that it was time for her to retire. She looked at me, and leaned over me, resting her hands on my thighs, tilting her head to give me a kiss on the cheek, and also letting me get a good view down her blouse, her tits nicely cased in that bra. "Goodnight Andy," she breathed to me. "Remember, as it's been so hot today, I'll be sleeping naked, so please don't do anything to embarrass us. Oh, and I'll keep any ear out for any strange sounds... you know, from the heating or whatever it is that caused those drops last night. Oh! I didn't tell you did I - there were more drops today, when I slept this afternoon. Odd, isn't it? Every time I fall asleep, I get those drops on me. I hope it's nothing nasty, as I was naked again due to the heat. Oh well, sweet dreams Andy..."

And that was it. Off she went to bed. I powered up my laptop, logged on, and wrote Angela a quick mail, summarizing everything that had happened. Then I texted her, saying "Have you sent you a mail with the latest re: Sam. Read it before coming here tomorrow."

A few minutes later, she texted back. "Ooh, can't wait!"

I gave it a while longer, and then decided the time was right. I turned out all the lights downstairs, and went up to my room. I stripped off, my cock already hardening at the thought of Sam. I padded out to the hall and down to Sam's room. No light underneath the door, so she was presumably in bed already.

I knocked very gently on the floor, calling her name. No answer. I knocked again, still no answer. I opened the door a crack. "Sam?" Nothing. I snuck in, gently closing the door behind me. "Sam?" Still nothing other than the sound of her breathing.

I crept over to her bed. She stirred a bit, but then settled down again. I knelt down beside her bed. "Sam?" Nothing.

I reached one hand in under the covers, just like last night. Feeling gently forward, I touched soft skin. Excellent, she was sleeping naked. She flinched a bit at my touch. I gently stroked her, feeling around, and realised she was lying on her back. I felt upwards, sliding my finger along her ribs, until I felt the soft flesh of her breast. She took a sharp breath in, and then - blatantly pretending - she started to snore, softly. I felt slowly round the curve of her breast, stroking, pressing softly, caressing, until I reached a nipple. It was erect already.

I'd decided to keep quiet this time, so I didn't speak. I just let my breathing tell her how excited I was getting. I started to wank slowly, feeling her breasts, teasing her, hearing her breath get faster. I let my hand wander lower, over her stomach, lightly touching her, feeling her abs tense as she responded to my touch. Lower still, and I was heading for her pelvis and mound.

She stirred, turning over onto her side, just slowly enough for me to pull my hand away, throwing the covers off her top half, but closing her legs together. OK, I get the hint, I thought. I waited a moment - still pretending that I thought she really was asleep - and then slid my hand back up towards her breasts. She stirred again, back onto her back, giving me full access to her tits, but this time unhampered by the weight of the duvet. 

In my head, as I wanked, my mind filled in the details: her creamy pale body exposed, her full breasts weighed down by gravity, but stil standing prouder than most women's, her dark nipples erect, her lips open, her back arching slightly to push her breasts into my hands.

I knew both of us were only pretending, but somehow it didn't seem like it. It felt like I really was sneaking into her room and getting her aroused while she was asleep. The fact that she thought I actually did believe she was asleep, made it all the more exciting for me, and I was getting very turned on.

I let my breathing get louder, faster, deeper, pausing every so often, holding it in, and then letting it out in a puff, as if the pleasure I was feeling made even my breath stop. I pulled my hand away, licked a finger to make it wet, and ran it round her nipple again. It stiffened even more as the moisture evaporated from her heat, and I heard Sam groan slightly. 

I leaned forward a bit, and kissed her stomach, softly, letting her feel my breath as well as hear it. She moaned again, trying to keep it quiet. She stirred a bit, and her arms changed position - one came up to rest near her head, the other down her front, right in line with her cunt. The little tart wanted to finger herself whilst I wanked off, still pretending she was asleep.

I kissed her again, softly, just the lightest of feathery touches, repeatedly, moving round her stomach, again feeling her abs tense and relaxed each time my lips touched her. I moved higher, kissing the underside of her breast. Her back arched, she moaned softly. I kissed higher still, moving purposefully, but slowly towards her nipple.

When I was almost there, I pulled my head back a bit, and blew onto it. Sam whimpered softly, still trying to stifle her vocal response. Then I lowered my head, kissed her nipple, pulled back a bit, and licked it.

"Oh god," she whispered, and then she drew in a sharp breath. "John, oh John" she murmured, as though dreaming about someone else. The little minx.

I kissed her nipple again, my breath coming faster as I got more and more aroused. I took it in my teeth and nipped it a little, then let go and sucked it in, sucking hard, tasting her unique taste. I reached across with my spare hand to stroke her other breast, teasing that nipple also, feeling it get harder as I did so.

She moaned again, "Oh John, please..." I could smell her arousal in the air, and the occasional wet noise from underneath the duvet. What I wouldn't have given to dive between her legs and lick up her juices, feeling her thighs clamp around my head as she flooded my mouth as she came....

I was getting real close now, so I stood up, pulling my hands away from her. She sighed loudly, her body relaxing back onto the bed. She stirred again, shifting closed to the edge of the bed.

I quietly moaned her name now, letting her know I was close. "Sam.... oh Sam...You're so beautiful... I love your breasts... I want to put my cock between them and fuck your cleavage... Will you let me?... Will you let me do that till I come, taking my cock in your mouth to swallow my juices?... That's what I want honey... I want to fuck your tits... I want you to get on top of me and feed me your nipples... Oh yeah, Sam, that's it... Give me your nipples... Let me in baby... That's it... Open up for me... Oh baby, you're so tight... I'm too close... I won't last... You've got me so turned on... Oh god... Here it comes Sam.. It's all for you... Oh Jesus!"

I came then, wanking myself firmly to force my juices up hard out of my cock, aiming at her tits, panting, groaning through clenched teeth, listening as she whimpered, her legs clamping together as her body twisted, her own orgasm coinciding with mine.

I stood above her, slowly wanking, squeezing the last few drops of come onto my hand. Then I scooped some up, and stroked her nipples again, spreading my come onto them. Then I reached back to my cock, giving it one last squeeze, and felt my way with my other hand up to her face, to her mouth, and then used that hand to guide my come-covered hand in the darkness to her, depositing a small amount of come on her lips. As I pulled my hand away, I felt her tongue slither out to lick it up, and she whimpered softly again. 

I left her to it, quietly padding out of the room.

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Saturday went in a blur. Daniel and I were up early, heading into town to meet some of his mates for a McDonalds breakfast before going to watch the football game. Sam didn't surface before we left. Presumably, she was either sleeping off last night's excitement, or was very embarrassed.

Over "breakfast", I got chatting to Simone, the extremely fit parent of Daniel's friend. Jesus she looked hot - a great pair of black trousers, boot-legged but very figure-hugging round the ass, and with a higher-than-average waist, emphasizing her figure. A white loose cotton sleeveless top above it, showing a reasonable about of cleavage, lightly tanned. High-heeled black boots set off the ensemble, giving her hips a delicious wiggle as she walked.

We talked about the usual things, and then she dropped the bombshell: she'd split up from Ken, the cheating husband of hers. Well, I'd assumed her was cheating judging by the time I saw him snogging a cheap tart in the pub, and the fact that Simone skirted round exactly what the problem was between them.

I did my best to sound sympathetic, but I kept getting distracted by her breasts. Like Sam's they were full, but Simone's were definitely more pert. Ken was apparently "away at a conference for the weekend", and had bottled out of taking Stephen to the game. Simone said how great she thought it was that I'd kept custody of Daniel, and played an active part in her life.

"Ken's such a tosser," she explained, getting angrier the more she spoke. "He's always seen himself as The Big Man, but he's nothing. A real man is like you, one who realises his responsibilities and lives up to them. Someone who doesn't run off when some little tart offers herself up to him just because he's got a bit of money. Someone who doesn't leave his wife frustrated every time they have se-"

She stopped, looking round. Realised she was in the middle of McDonalds with a bunch of kids and various parents, and that she was talking to me about their sex life. She looked down, embarrassed. 

I laughed softly, and said "It's OK - no-one's really paying attention. Listen, Simone, it sounds like you've still got a lot to work out. If you want someone to talk to, someone outside your normal circle of friends, and who won't be bursting to tell everyone else what's happening... well, you know where I am."

She reached across to take my hand, and said she might well take me up on that offer. Then she stood up, leaned across, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, affording me a quick look down her delicious cleavage. "Sharon was such a fool to let you go," she murmured. Then she got up and left, several of the guys in the crowd giving me a grin, and a couple of women staring at me malevolently, having seen the kiss. I rolled my eyes at them and went looking for where Daniel and Stephen were eating.

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After the football (we lost), we all took the kids to a play area, one with climbing frames and so on, but Stephen and Simone weren't there, having already made other plans. By the time we went home, Daniel was dead beat. He came in, played with Sam a bit, but retired pretty quickly. 

I put him to bed, hearing Angela arrive whilst I read his story, and came down to see Angela and Sam chatting on the sofa. We chatted about the day, with no innuendo. However, at one point, Sam went up use the toilet. Angela turned to me and started rubbing my groin. "Your dirty bastard. I read your email last night baby, it turned me on so much I had to play with myself. Did you really wank over her?"

"Yes," I whispered, keeping an ear out for Sam's return. "But better than that... I did it again last night, and she wanked as well, still pretending she was asleep. She even pretended to throw the covers back, so I had a good feel and a lick of her tits."

"Oh Andy, that gets me so hot... Will you do it again tonight?"

"No, not with you here. Don't you think it'll look a bit odd?"

"OK." She thought about it a minute. "Play along with me," she whispered as Sam came downstairs again.

We chatted for a bit more, then Angela steered the subject round to our plans for tomorrow. I explained I was just hanging round the house with Daniel and Sam. Angela said that she was jealous, as she had to work all day to get ready for the move to America. Then she turned to me...

"Sorry Andy, but I think I won't be able to stay tonight. I'll need an early start tomorrow morning, even though getting up early on a Sunday is a sin in my book, so I'd better just head home soon and leave you two to it."

Sam looked up sharply, in case Angela had picked up on something. Then she relaxed when she realised nothing was implied.

We chatted for the rest of the night, and then eventually Angela made her excuses and left. When I saw her to the door, she whispered. "I'll be back in as soon as the lights go out..."

I gave her a kiss, reaching down with one hand to feel her ass, and up with the other to cup a breast. "What are you up to?" I asked.

She raised a finger to her lips to tell me to be quiet, and then shouted goodbye to Sam.

When I came back into the room, Sam was getting ready for bed as well, getting herself a drink. She came back in from the kitchen.

"It's a shame she couldn't stay the night, isn't it?" she commented. "Especially for you. I should imagine you're feeling quite frustrated now. It's been, what, a week since you last saw her, and soon she's off to the US. What will you do with yourself?"

I looked at her. "Oh, I'll think of a few things."

"I'm sure you will. Oh, one last thing again before I forget - I found a few more drops last night again. I'm still not sure what it is though, as I'm always asleep when it happens. I'm almost getting excited, thinking that it will happen again tonight. I can't wait to find out all about what's causing it."

With that, we said our goodnights. The now-normal routine followed. I waited a while, then turned out the lights. A few moments later, I heard the front door open quietly, and Angela slipped into the room. She was grinning fiercely. She came up to me and started rubbing my cock through my jeans.

"Come on baby, let's get you ready." She pulled off my jumper, running her hands over my pecs and stomach, bending slightly to kiss my nipples, her hands sliding up and down over my ribs. Then she knelt down in front of me, undoing my belt buckle, then pulling my jeans down. I kicked them off, my now hardening cock standing proud in my boxers. 

Angela looked up at me, licked her lips, and reached into my boxers to pull out my cock. She ducked her head to take me into her mouth. I groaned, and grabbed the back of her head, softly pushing backwards and forwards. She reached between my legs with one hand, pushing them apart, playing with my balls. 

As her tongue worked round my head, she slid that hand back to my perineum, rubbing there as her other hand started wanking me. I closed my eyes, enjoying the blow job, reveling in being involved with someone like Angela who would just get down and blow me, without me having to beg for it.

Her questing hand reached further back, gently rubbing the outside of my asshole as she tried to work her tongue into my pee hole. 

Then she pulled back, stood up, and kissed me, letting me taste myself again. "That's enough baby... Save yourself for your little virgin. Let's go see if she's up for playing."

I looked at her.

"Andy, if you're going to spend your night wanking over that little eighteen year old, I want to be there. I'm going to sneak into her room behind you..."

My eyes must have leaped out of my head.

"Oh, don't panic Andy. She'll be so caught up in having you come over her, that she won't even notice I'm there."

I thought about it, and then submitted. After all, Sam was acting like this at Angela's suggestion, so she couldn't really complain if Angela wanted to get involved.

We snuck upstairs, and I did the usual thing of knocking before entering. I crept into the room, but left the door open. I then positioned myself between Sam and the door, blocking any sight of Angela coming in.

I reached out to the bed, running my hands gently over Sam. Once again, she was naked, the covers thrown back, but this time as I felt down her side, I kept on going, not stopped by the duvet, until I'd gotten over her hips and down her thighs, and she didn't turn over to deny me access like she had the previous night. Was this an invitation? I wondered.




Anal At Last Ch. 16



[The story so far: I've recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son by myself. After a long abstinence, I've met a woman (Angela) and we've been indulging in anal sex, new to both of us. My babysitter (Samantha) has watched us have sex, and confessed to Angela. That set Angela thinking, and she agreed I could start seducing Sam, but without letting Sam know that it was planned. This has just gotten to the point where I've had sex with a blindfolded Angela with Sam silently being wanked off by me; then me blindfolded, pretending that I didn't know Sam was giving me a blowjob whilst I was supposed to be in 69 with Angela.

Angela has informed me that she's off to the US for a year, just as we're getting close. And she's agreed we should have 12 partners whilst we're apart: one per month; long enough to have good sex with them, but not long enough to fall in love.

The cast:

Me: 36 yrs male
My son: Daniel
My girlfriend: Angela, 40 yrs
The babysitter: Samantha, 18 yrs
Samantha's dad: Bill
Samantha's brother: David
Bill's late wife: Michelle
Bill's girlfriend: Barbara
Angela's friend: Jules
My ex-wife: Sharon
Daniel's friend: Stephen
Stephen's parents: Ken and Simone
Peter: Angela's young neighbour
Charlie: Angela's friend
Jules: Angela's friend (never met)]

I lay and chatted with Angela for a while, and got to the point of whether I should visit Sam or not during the night. I was torn in two: I wanted to continue our little liaisons, after all, as far as Sam was concerned, I still didn't know about her and Angela ganging up on me and me coming down Sam's throat. So, if things went as they had done recently, I really ought to visit her in the middle of the night again. But on the other hand, I was bloody knackered.

Angela thought maybe I should leave it for the night, and let Sam stew things over and get used to the idea of the three of us just having had sex.

Sleep won the battle, but then matters were taken out of my hand...

I awoke, still during the black of night, to feel a hand on my cock, wanking me slowly. It must have been happening for a while, as I was almost at full erection. I took a hold of the hand, and gently nudged it, to encourage Angela. Then I realised that the forearm was leading out to the side of the bed, away from Angela.

Goddamn it, Sam had snuck into my room!

After a moment, there was some shuffling under the edge of the duvet, and her hot mouth enveloped my head, her tongue swirling around my helmet, teasing me, bringing me on. I reached down, and pressed gently on the back of her head, nudging my cock deeper into her mouth. At the same time, I ran my other hand, the one nearest her, down her back, working out how she was positioned. She was pretty much at right angles to the bed, so I leaned over to place my hand in the small of her back, and pulled her waist towards me. She got the message, and turned so that her bum was nearest me, her upper body now lying diagonally across me as she blew me.

I reached down with that hand, and felt my way around her bum, fondling her cheeks, reaching between them to rub up and down her cleft, feeling her lips start to open, and smelling her arousal start to fill the air. She moaned quietly around my cock as I slipped a finger between her lips and deep into her, feeling how wet she was already.

After a few minutes of fingering her, during which I added another finger, she began bucking back against me, pushing her cunt further down onto my fingers. I pulled away, and started to spread her juices back towards her asshole. She groaned quietly again, and reached back with one hand to grab my wrist and guide me directly to her ass. I felt her hand then slip down to her cunt as she started to finger herself. 

I pressed forward with my finger gently, feeling her asshole open up to me. As my fingertip entered, she groaned again and stopped sucking me, lost in the sensation of being entered like this. I wanted to wake Angela up and get her to watch, but I couldn't think of a way to do it without her asking out loud what was going on, as she woke up. So I just enjoyed it while I could, intending to wake her up after Sam had left and get her excited by the story.

As I felt Sam's asshole loosen up, I collected more juice from her cunt, enjoying a moment of feeling her fingers against mine in her wet hole, and spread them back to her ass. Then, when I'd lubed her up as much as possible, I gently started inserting two fingers into her. She lifted her mouth from my cock and groaned again, still muffled by the duvet.

If she keeps that noise up, I thought, Angela's going to wake up anyway..

As I pushed my fingers in, I felt her hips pull away from me a bit... and then push back, urging my fingers deeper. With my hand still on the back of my head, I pulled her head back down to me and she willingly complied, but started by running her tongue all the way down the length of my cock to my balls, licking them a bit before sliding back up again and opening wide to suck my head into her mouth.

After another minute or two, Sam's asshole was loose enough for my two fingers to slide relatively easily in and out, and her hips were again pushing back and forth as she wanked herself on my fingers. In my head, I flashed back to one of my favourite porn clips: the girl is kneeling on a dining chair, facing the back of it, her ass thrust out. The guy, nicely lubed up, slips his cock into her ass, and as the girl gets into it, he stops moving and lets her do all the work, the camera looking down from above as she fucks herself on his cock. I imagined doing that with Sam, her large but firm ass spread wide as my cock ploughed her asshole, and I could feel my come getting closer. 

Then I felt a tap on my other shoulder, and looked around. I couldn't really see much, but I could feel Angela leaning up next to me in the dark. She leaned in real close, and whispered, "I know what's going on. Sam woke me up to ask if she could do this, but you're not supposed to know that I know. Just pretend I'm still asleep." Then she pulled back and lay watching me. With a rustle of the duvet, she lifted her hand up and out of the cover, gently pushing her fingers into my mouth. They were covered with her juices, and I licked them off eagerly as she smiled at me. She then slid her hand back under the covers, and sighed huskily as she resumed fingering herself.

One thought went round my head: Jesus, these two women really ARE going to kill me. How on earth am I going to keep up this pace till Angela goes away?

Then another voice drowned out the first one: Shut the fuck up and enjoy it, stupid!

I smiled to myself, and started thrusting my cock into Sam's mouth, feeling her respond by the clenching of her ass round my fingers. I moaned out loud, quietly as though trying not to wake Angela, but doing it for both Sam's and Angela's benefit. 

I could feel the movement of Sam's arm as she wanked herself, and it was getting more and more obvious. She must have been getting close to her come as well, so I managed to position myself so that I had two fingers in her ass still, while pushing my thumb into her cunt. It was a bit of a struggle in the position I was in, but the groan she gave as I pushed all three digits in told me that it was worth it. Her own finger slipped out of her cunt to give my thumb room to move, and I really went to town, plugging both her holes with fast, sure strokes, stopping occasionally to pull out and spread more juices round her asshole, then pushing all three fingers back in again.

I could feel my juices boiling, and I clamped down on the back of her head with my hand. I didn't push down, but simply stopped her withdrawing, and then my cock leapt as I spurted into her mouth. She grunted, and started swallowing, and within a few moments, I felt her holes clench around my fingers as she came as well, and she emitted a longer groan that vibrated round my sensitive head as my spasms died away. A few seconds later, Angela's arm came up to mine, and gripped tightly, her nails digging in, and I heard her breathing freeze as her orgasm came too. I slipped a hand down to her groin, and gently rubbed up and down her wet lips as she came out the other side of her come, turning my head to kiss her as Sam continued to mouth my cock a bit.

Then Sam pulled back, and I broke the kiss with Angela. Sam withdrew from under the cover, and shuffled up the bed to where my head was. Then she leaned over to kiss me, her lips parting and her tongue pushing inside me, the remains of my come on it. I reached up to pull her head tight into mine, pushing my own tongue back at her, breathing heavily to show my excitement. 

When we broke apart, I whispered "Thank you... You're getting better at that", very quietly, pretending to not still want to wake up Angela, even though we all knew that Angela knew what Sam was doing. It dawned on me that it was a good thing that this wasn't a menage-a-quatre, as that would get REALLY confusing.

She then stood up, and crept out of the room, closing the door behind her. After a few moments, to make sure she wasn't coming back, I turned to Angela.

"You trollop," I whispered. "Fancy getting off on me getting a blow-job from another woman while you're in bed with me."

"I couldn't help it Andy. It turns me on so much to see you with Sam earlier. She's a lovely young woman, and like I said, I'm glad that it's you teaching her these things, not someone that's going to take their fun and then leave her when they get bored. I only wish I had someone like you when I was younger.... Oh boy, the fun I could have had if only I'd started early."

I pulled her in close for a hug, kissing her. "You know, I'm glad you didn't... If you'd started earlier, you might not have met me now... and I'm very happy that you did."

She looked up at me, a soft look in her eyes. Then her eyes hardened. "Yeah, right, you're happy that I let you fuck me up the ass every time we're together, and then let you seduce Sam, that's what you mean!"

"Well... yes, that as well. But honestly Angela, I'm really happy right now. I think you and I are getting on well, and I'm glad to have you in my life."

She hugged me tight. Then craned her neck up to kiss me gently. "Me too," she said, and with that, we settled down to go back to sleep.

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I woke first the next morning, and slid gently out of bed to go for a shower before Angela awoke. I toyed with sneaking into Sam's room and going down on her to repay her for the blowjob the night before, but I fancied teasing her a bit before making her come today.

So I just showered, and went to wake up Daniel. As we ate breakfast, Angela, and then Sam came downstairs. The two girls looked at each other and smirked, and Sam ostentatiously licked her lips, but that was all that passed between the three of us.

We had a good breakfast, everyone laughing and joking, and I got Daniel loaded into the car. As I went to get in, Angela came out to me. She gave Daniel a kiss goodbye and told him to be good at school, and then pulled me aside to speak to me without overhearing.

"Andy, baby, you look knackered. Are you sure you can keep this up?"

"Angela, I'll give it my best shot or die trying."

"I think you might be closer to the truth than you think. How on earth are you going to manage when you have to service Sam, Charlie, and Jules, as well as your woman-of-the-month, and me, when I'm here?"

I grinned at the thought of it. "Well, as you're involved, I think it's only fair that you get to share some of the burden and let me watch you and some or all of the others together - "

She smiled, and murmured her consent.

" - and then I can stock up on a few more dildoes, vibrators, and maybe a remote control egg so I can make you come in the most embarrassing situations - "

"Ooh, baby, can we get some before I go away?"

" - and then there's Peter to help with you, and I'm sure Charlie and Jules with have some male friends to bring into the fray if I need a little support. And then of course there's Viagra."

"Mmmm," she moaned, "you and the little blue pill. Permanent hard-on. Delicious. Do you think you could fuck me for eight hours solid without collapsing? I'd love to give it a try one night. I've heard that it makes it better for women as well - is that true?"

"I've no idea, never having had to resort to artificial aids before."

"I hate conceit in a man."

"And yet I've never heard you complain about my performance yet."

"Oh, I have Andy. You've just chosen not to listen."

"Well, do you blame me? All you talk about is begging me to stick my hard cock up your ass. It gets a bit tiring after a while. Less talk, more action, that's my motto."

"Andy, I only ask for that because it gets you off quicker, and that means I can get on with other things quicker as well. I don't enjoy it one bit."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll remind you of that next time we're doing it, and I pull out, and you plead with me to stick it back in."

"Again Andy, I just want it all over quickly."

"And yet still you keep coming back for me. What's the matter? Won't any other guy look at you?"

"Andy, you know that's not true. Peter got a hard-on just from feeling my ass in my dress. Do you really think he, or any other man, could resist if I actually TRIED to seduce him?"

"Angela, we're men. And he's a only just out of boyhood. Any port in a storm, and all that! He'd shag a wall if it had a hole big enough!"

She playfully slapped my arm, and then reached up to pull my head down to her. She kissed me passionately, and whispered that she was pleased at the way I was treating Sam, and she looked forward to seeing me with the women-of-the-month over the next year. "But Andy, when I get back from the states, it's going to be me and me alone for a long, long time. I'm going to screw you so hard and so often that people will think you're seriously unwell. You're tongue will be used so much that you'll have blisters. Your cock will be red raw. And your fingers will be in permanent cramps from being in me. I want you to book two weeks off, once I have the return date sorted out, and ... I hate saying this... but see if you can ask his mum to look after Daniel for a while as well. I love him to bits, he's a delightful kid, but I want you all to myself for a while when I get back. And I want you to book us into a really seedy little hotel near the airport on the first night, and fuck me like I'm your little slutty mistress who you've met on a business trip."

I kissed her again, and told her to get going. "Oh, and Angela - I want you to sort out a webcam for work, and to contact me online as you place it under the desk and let me watch you wank yourself one lunchtime this week. I want you to use the rabbit, letting me see you as you push it deep inside you."

She looked slightly shocked, then she flushed, and nodded her consent. "I love it when you're so bossy Andy," she murmured as she flounced over to her car, waving goodbye to Daniel and I as she got in. Then she waved me to come over to the car. I went over, and she handed me some keys through the open window.

"I think we're close enough for this, aren't we Andy?" she said, smiling.

"For your place?" I asked.

She nodded, looking up at me to see my reaction. I just smiled winningly, put them in my pocket, and walked to my car, waving her off. She rolled her eyes at me, and drove off.

I followed her up the road, tooting the car horn as I turned off towards the school. After dropping Daniel off, I wondered whether to return home or not, and decided to go for a coffee and croissant instead, at the place just down the road from the school. There were always a few yummy mummies in there after dropping the kids off in their 4x4s, so the eye-candy was pretty good to while away some spare time.

The coffee shop was busy, so I only just managed to squeeze into a table for two, and sat down with the morning's paper for a read.

"Mind if I join you?" came a woman's voice later. I looked up, and it was Simone, smiling down at me. I waved her to the spare seat, and took in her appearance as she settled in. She was wearing an all-white suit, tight around the ass and thighs but flaring out a bit round the ankle. She had a black blouse underneath, nicely undone a few buttons to show a hint of her perfect cleavage as she leaned over to put her handbag on the floor. Her boots were black also, with a nice heel, and I looked forward to seeing her walk away later. I love the way women's asses look so much better when they're wearing boots with a heel - all toned and high. 

"Nice suit. But it's a bit brave, isn't it?"

"Being white, do you mean? Yes, I did think twice, especially after the mess that Stephen made of his toast this morning. Jam everywhere. But I'm heading out for brunch a bit later, and wanted to look good for him."

I eyed her. "Him? Hot date?"

"God no, I'm meeting Ken. Just want to show him I'm doing fine, and all that."

"Ah, the old 'I'm better off without you trick'. I've been there."

"Well, not so much of a trick. I AM better off without him."

"Oh Simone, sorry, I didn't mean it like that. You do look better off: the new hairdo is fab, you've - if you don't mind me saying - toned that little ass of yours to within an inch of it's life; that suit rocks; you've got a glow to your face that I've not seen for a long, long time." In an effeminate voice, I added "You're looking FINE, girlfriend!"

She laughed, and blushed a bit as well. "Thanks Andy. But you shouldn't be looking, not with you seeing Angela and all, you dirty man."

"Well, it's only looking, Simone. And besides, I think Angela would be upset if I didn't flatter you a little bit now and again. She's not the jealous type, and she likes that I go out of my way to make other people feel good." Obviously, I was thinking of Sam when I said this. "Anyway Simone, there's not a man in here who didn't watch you wriggle that little tush over here a minute ago. It would be wrong of me not to join in with them. Men have to show solidarity in these feminine-lead times."

"Do you think so?" she said, hastily looking around.

"Oh, god yes."

"Well, if that's the case, I'll bet they're all jealous of you right now."

"Correct. And the women are jealous of you, I'll bet."

She thought that through for a moment and then laughed. "That's a bit big-headed of you, isn't it?"

"No, just the truth." I grinned.

We chatted for a bit longer, with the conversation moving onto Angela, and how we were getting on. I told her about Angela going away to the US.

"Really? For a year?"

"Yeah, I know. It's a long time."

"So are you two...." She paused, not knowing how to phrase it.

I completed her question. "Are we splitting up?"

She nodded, grimacing to show how sorry she was to have asked that.

"No, we're going to give it a shot. We've discussed a few things that we can do to help keep things going well while we're apart. You know the sort of thing: frequent texts or quick emails just to show that we're thinking of each other throughout the day; good long chats by phone or webcam; a few visits back and forth. It's not that long really, and Daniel's looking forward to a few visits to the US, so I'm sure that it'll be fine."

That set me thinking, and I started to say something at the same time as Simone did. I let her speak first. "What I was going to say was: If you fancy some time with just Angela, Daniel could always stay with Stephen and I while you're there. You know the kids will love it, and it'll be great for me to have someone else in the house for a while."

I gave her my cheekiest grin. "How's about I send Daniel and Stephen to stay with Angela in the US, and I keep you company for a couple of weeks?"




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She looked shocked, and blushed a bit. "Andy, don't be so cheeky!"

I leaned in a bit closer to her, whispering. "Please say 'Yes' Simone. All those guys listening in to our conversation will be dead jealous at the thought of me staying with you."

She laughed, shaking her head. "Men! You're all the same."

"Simone, please, I'm hurt. There's not much similarity between Ken and I, from what I've heard."

She sighed, slumping a bit, and said "No, that's true. If only he were more like you..." Then she looked up, sharply. "Well, what I mean is..."

"Simone, it's OK, I know what you mean. From the little I've picked up he was a complete arse towards the end, if you don't mind me saying so. So no matter what I'm like, it's got to be better than Ken has treated you." I paused for a moment. "So ... if you don't mind me asking... what the fuck happened?"

She looked away, breathing deeply, and then looked back. "He was having an affair. Well, a fling actually. 'Nothing serious' he said, but I found out it was one of a series of tarts that he'd been shagging for a while now.... Ah, you know how it goes. He felt like he wanted more than I would offer him, and rather than speaking to me about it, he found out that a few women fancy him, and decided to take matters into his own hands."

"What a dick," I said.

She snorted, nodding her head. "Yeah, you got that right."

We chatted some more, and I eventually got the full story. She'd gone out with friends one night, intending to go to a restaurant for a meal, but the restaurant had double-booked and the other party had gotten there first. So Simone and the girls had just hit the town and had a pizza and some drinks. Upon entering a bar, she'd seen Ken cozying up with a DBT ("Dyed blonde tart", as she explained) in a dark corner. She'd had the decorum not to confront him, but gave him the cold shoulder that night when he'd later tried to have sex with her as well. When he got home from work the next day, he'd found the locks changed. Massive arguments ensued, and the divorce papers were quickly filed. Stephen was taking it pretty hard, as I'd suspected, but all three of them definitely wanted Stephen to stay with his mum, so that meant the custody case, when it eventually happened, would be as amicable as it could be.

"Shit Simone, what a bastard. Poor Stephen. Fuck, poor you as well. Listen, that definitely answers one thing. When we both spoke at the same time a few moments ago, I was going to suggest that you and Stephen come out to the US with Daniel and I. It'll do you both the world of good."

"No Andy, I couldn't...."

"Simone, it's not a point of negotiation. Flights are not that expensive these days, and if money's an issue, consider it a gift from me to help out someone who's in the same position I was a few years back. I would have given anything to get away from it all with Daniel at the time, but I thought that it would just screw with him some more, as it would have meant taking him away from school. But with the holidays coming up, you can tell Stephen that we're doing it so that he can spend the holidays with Daniel, I'm sure he'll be fine. And Daniel will love it. So will I for that matter."

"No, it's not that. Money's not an issue. It's just... well... You and Angela will be wanting some quiet time together, and I wouldn't want to intrude."

"You won't be intruding," I said, my mind filled with images of me walking into my hotel room with Angela on one arm, Simone on the other, as they both reach up to kiss me in turns, heading for a large double bed. "OK, so, if you want to whisk the boys out for the day and let us have some quiet time, I'm sure no-one will complain, but honestly, it'll be fine. Angela and I aren't some loved up teenage couple who always have to be in each other's arms, you know."

She thought about it. "Well, I admit: it would be nice. How's about this: Let Daniel stay with us a few days beforehand while you fly over there and get some alone time with Angela, and then we'll fly out and join you. Then we could do the same on the way back."

"Deal!" I said, grinning and holding out my hand for a shake. She laughed, looking relieved, and we shook on it.

"Mind you, I can think of a better plan: How's about we get the airline to do one of those 'children traveling without adults' things where the aircrew look after them, and I get some alone time with you for a few days. Hell, if you look as good as you do now, maybe I'll just ask Angela to look after the kids herself for two weeks and I'll stay here!" I grinned as I said it.

She laughed again. "Andy, there you go again, you scoundrel. How can you say something like that when I've just found out about Ken doing the dirty on me?"

"Well, what if Angela's said it's OK?" I said, before I thought about it. Then I stopped, realizing that perhaps I didn't want to come right out with Angela's and my plans there and then.

Simone obviously picked up that I'd stopped short. "Eh? What are you talking about? ... Are you saying you and Angela are going to have an open relationship? No! Get real!" She looked at me in amazement.

"Oh hell, I didn't mean to say anything," I said, whilst internally I was thinking it was obviously a Freudian slip. "Listen, Simone, it's like this. We're all adults here, so I hope you don't mind if I'm frank with you." I then went on to explain - quietly - about Angela's suggestion of the woman-of-the-month club, obviously without mentioning that I hoped Simone might be Miss June, so to speak. And without mentioning Sam, Charlie, and Jules as 'freebie offers'.

She looked at me as I finished. "Are you for real?"

"Absolutely. It was Angela's idea."

"And you're all for it of course."

"Well, I must admit, it has its attractions, but I do honestly think that it's a win-win situation, if a slightly unusual one. And Angela's friends will cut my balls off with a blunt rusty knife if I do anything that reneges on our deal or hurts her. Not that I have any intention of doing anything other than keeping loyal to her... If that makes sense." I paused, trying to think if that came out right. "Anyway, as I was saying, her friends: I've met one of them before, and she's.... well, she's very forward," I said, thinking of the time that Charlie had come into Angela's place whilst I was waiting, naked and erect, to surprise Angela, and Charlie had greeted me by giving me a few slow strokes.

Simone just stared at me, looking me deep in the eyes. "Oh my god, you're telling the truth!"

"I know!"

"Jesus. That's the first time I've heard of something like that. But... well, I can see its merits. It'll also prove to each of you that the other one is faithful - if that's the right word - if you can go through twelve new partners and still be there for each other at the end. Well, that is: I assume that she's getting twelve men as well?"

"Absolutely," I answered, feeling that it was up to Angela to let Simone know that she swung both ways.

"Lucky her," she muttered. "Mind you, if she ends up with twelve men like Ken, she'll be right pissed off."

I wondered if I should push it, and decided to go for it. "Why? Was he not so good in that department?"

"Jesus no. At first, I thought it was just us getting used to each other, and that it would get better with time. Then I blamed it on the stresses of work and so on. Then I realised it was him, and resigned myself to a crappy sex life. Or, even worse, maybe it was us being not really compatible, as I'd only had one... well, I wasn't very experienced when I met Ken." She realised she was still in a public place, and looked around, embarrassed.

I saw a couple getting up from a comfy sofa, and grabbed my coffee and coat. "Come on, grab your stuff," I said, as I leapt to the sofa before anyone else could get there. Some young buck of about twenty years tried to impress his girlfriend by staring me out, but I just smiled beatifically up at him and said that once I sat down, my old-man knees gave me grief if I tried to stand up again too soon.

His girlfriend gave him a stare as if to say "Kick this old fart out of the sofa", at which point Simone came over and sat next to me, leaning in and placing her hand on my chest, puffing out her bosom and curling her legs underneath her. She fluttered her eyelids at the boy, and played with the collar of her blouse, drawing his eyes to her cleavage. I realised that she was enjoying the game, so I lifted my arm and put it around her shoulders. He stared for a moment, before his girlfriend grabbed him and dragged him over to our now-empty table, glaring at Simone all the time.

Simone laughed, and started to pull away. Then she moaned in frustration and said she wished she had someone to cuddle up to now and again, as she missed that the most. I saw my opportunity. I shuffled around so that I was sitting back into the corner of the sofa, and opened my arms, beckoning her into me. She stared for a moment, as if wondering whether she could trust me or not. I looked at her as if to imply that I couldn't believe she doubted me, and she smirked, and turned around, facing away from me, shuffling back to cuddle herself into me. She sighed as she relaxed into me, murmuring how good that felt. I felt the same as well, and did my best to keep my gaze from her cleavage, which was now deliciously revealed to me as my gaze ran down the front of her body.

She turned a bit so that we could still face each other and carry on the conversation. "So... this thing with Angela... Have you got anyone in mind? Or does it depend on who you meet on nights out and the like? I'll bet you've got a list of women already..."

"Simone, that's a bit personal isn't it?"

"Oh, so there's someone I know, is there?! Let me think..." She rattled off the names of a few of the mum's from school, which I mostly denied, but confirmed my interest in a few of them. Then I realised they were all married or settled down with their partners.

"Oh, no, they're all off the list. I'm not being 'The Other Man'. Even if Angela allowed it, I couldn't do that to someone. Not having been through what... well, what the two of us have."

"So who does that leave?" asked Simone. Then her face lit up. "Oh, yes, how perfect! Sam! She's on your list, isn't she?" 

"Simone, be real. She's just a girl. I like my women to be... well... women."

"Oh," she said, disappointed. "So who else could it be?"

"Simone, isn't it obvious?" I said, playfully.

"No. Who are you thinking of?"

"Simone, I wasn't joking when I said I wanted to get rid of the boys to Angela's place and spend some quality time with you."

She looked at me agog, unable to believe what I'd just said. "Andrew, I'm shocked!"

"But delighted, yes?" I teased.

She flushed as she slapped my thigh. "Behave. And be real."

I paused. "I was," I said, in a slightly less playful tone of voice.

"OK," she said, starting to sit up. "I think I should go."

"Simone, stay. We'll change the topic. This is really nice, why spoil it." She looked at me, rolled her eyes, and sank back down into my arms, this time pulling my arm around her.

"Mmm, nice arms," she said, rubbing my upper arm. "Ken always looked smart, but he was a bit of a wimp. I've always liked a nice strong arm around me. Makes me feel very... safe." I tightened my grip a bit, pulling her in closer. I could feel my libido rising, and tried to keep it under control.

"So," I said, desperate to take my mind off physical matters. "Are you really up for a holiday in the US?"

"Well, the kids will love it, and I know I will. It all depends on what Angela thinks. Especially if she suspects I'm one of your .... er... posse of women. Actually, now that I think about it, will you be divulging everything to each other as part of the deal?"

I wasn't sure whether telling the truth would kill the hope that I had for Simone and I getting together. "Well, we've discussed both options. I think we've agreed that if there's any chance that Angela might meet the other women, I'll keep it secret to avoid any embarrassment. But if not, then I've got to tell all. And the same goes for her as well."

"Let me guess: sharing stories is part of the fun, right?"

Jesus, I was trying to avoid any talk of sex.

"Well... yes."

She was silent for a few moments. "Mmm. Sounds like you two have quite a.... an interesting sex life."

"Let's just say that it has its moments," I said, thinking of the blowjob that Sam had given me the previous night. Again, I could feel my excitement rise. I wondered what Simone's reaction would be if I got a hard-on while she was cuddling up to me.

"I wish Ken and I could have said the same. But in all those years, I can count my moments on one bloody hand!"

"Simone, that's maybe a bit too much information. Especially in a coffee shop."

"Oops," she said, looking around to make sure that no-one was listening. The two kids that tried to get our sofa were still giving us dirty looks, and the girl was obviously in a real bad mood with the guy for failing to win the sofa. Simone reached down to my thigh and started to rub it gently, tilting her head to look lovingly into my eyes. "I love making young people jealous," she said, glancing over at the kids to make sure I knew who she meant. "I know it's petty, but I just can't help myself, especially when they think they're so much cooler than us oldies, and yet I look so much better than..." She stoppped, catching herself suddenly.

I realised she didn't want to gloat about how good she looked. I reached to her hair, running my fingers through it gently, playing the role to perfection, as I softly murmured "... and yet you look so much better than any other woman in this room ever has or ever will."

She sighed, her head tilting to bring her face into more contact with my hand. And then caught herself again. "Oh... that's it Andy, nice acting."

I continued looking deep into her eyes. "I'm not acting Simone. You outshine every woman here. Ken was an idiot to lose you. It would have been bad enough to do it by accident, but to deliberately do what he did? Silly little boy."

She moaned into my hand, and turned her head slightly to kiss my palm. "Thank you Andrew.... And I'm very flattered."

"It wasn't flattery. I meant every word."

"I'm not on about what you said Andy, although that was... well, lovely. I meant THAT." She shuffled around on the seat, pushing her bum back into my - as I now realised - growing erection.

"Oh, god Simone, I'm so sorry."

"Andy, don't be silly. I mean it: I'm flattered. Besides, it's been a long, long time since I had that effect on a man. It's... well, it's nice to know that I've still got it."

I took the opportunity to blatantly look down her cleavage, reveling in the swell of her bosom and the delights that were hinted at. "Oh, you've got it alright, believe me."

My phone beeped then. I apologized to Simone, explaining that it might be a client, and leant over to pick it out of my jacket pocket. It was a photo from Sam.

Jesus wept. It was a close up of her cunt, her finger inside it, juices flowing, her lips spread wide... and totally hairless. The accompanying text said "As you commanded, I'm shaved... and waiting for you to come and feel to make sure I've not missed any spots..." I quickly snapped the phone shut, and tried to settle back down with Simone.

However, she sighed, and then sat up, breaking our grip. "Listen Andy, I'm really sorry to have to do this, but I've got to go. That brunch with The Twat is soon, and I ... well, I'd like to be a bit less flustered when I meet him."

"Flustered. How do you mean? I thought this little tête-à-tête was helping you relax?"

"Well... It wasn't just you who enjoyed that little cuddle." She smirked, flushing a bit.

I raised my eyebrows. "Ah, I see. Well, glad to be of service."

She leaned in, and kissed me on the cheek, saying "Thank you Andy, I needed that, even if I didn't know it at the time." Then she pulled back, but suddenly stopped. Then she leaned in again, pressing her soft lips against mine. I froze for a second, and then reached up to pull her ever-so-gently towards me, letting her know I was enjoying it.

She broke the kiss, and then said "When I meet Ken, I'll be thinking of you and the effect I had on you, if that's OK. It'll give me a boost, and he'll be on edge wondering what's gotten into me."

I wanted to tell her in no uncertain terms what I wanted to put into her, and where I wanted to put it, but that would have been crass, so I just smiled gently up at her. "I'd walk you to the door, but I think it's better if I just sit here for a while," I said as she stood up. She looked down at my groin, and her eyes widened a bit. "Oh, Andy, I think that's best... even if it is just to save ego of most of the young bucks in here," she said, laughing.

I grinned, looking down as if embarrassed. Then she leaned down and whispered into my ear. "I know men, and so I KNOW that you've got a list of the women that you want to get together with, and I will get it from you, somehow, even if I have to tease you rotten."

She then picked up her things and said that she hoped we were still on for Friday evening. "Listen, why don't you bring Daniel over on Friday, rather than bothering Sam or another babysitter. Then we can punt the two kids off to bed, and you won't have to rush back home. We can just... well, like this, just sit, put some music on, and chat."

I said "Of course, that would be great. As long as you don't mind more flattery!" She laughed, and I waved her off. I sat for a while, finishing my coffee, waiting for my erection to go down, grinning quietly to myself, both on account of how it was going with Simone, and because of Sam. As I was leaving, my phone beeped again to say a text had arrived. It was Simone: "NB: That list had better include me!"

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En route to home, I pulled the car over and phoned Angela.

"Angela honey, have you got a moment?"

"For you, I've got two moments."

"OK, there's something I want to discuss... it's about the twelve women thing."

"Oh yes?"

"Well, remember me saying that maybe Simone could be one of the twelve, but only after she'd calmed down from splitting up with Ken?"

"Yes..."

"Well, I've just met her, and I... I let slip about our plan, and -"

"You WHAT?"

"I let slip... about our plan"

"Andy, you devious bastard. You just came out and told her about it, didn't you?"

"No, honestly Angela, it was an accident. Anyway, she thinks that I've got a list of women that I want to go for, and she said she wants to be on it. I think she's playing it as a joke, but she's invited me over on Friday, has suggested Daniel stays over, and says she wants a guy to talk to that's not part of her usual crowd. And I think - "

"You think she might make a play for you?"

"Possibly."

"No, Andy. Not yet. I've told Charlie that she'll be your first, even if it's just a few quickies till you get with your first official woman. You're welcome to lead Simone on, let her know that she's on the list, but not to fuck her till after Charlie has finished with you, which means after I've left. Of course, you can do other things if you want. Just make sure you get some of it on your cameras! She's got a gorgeous body, and I want to see it in a little foreplay action. And you'd better keep up your performance level for me. And Sam. Simone comes last in the pecking order."

I blew a kiss at her down the phone, and we said out goodbyes.

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When I got home, Sam was nowhere to be seen. I headed upstairs, and found her on the spare bed. Well, 'her' bed, I guess. She was naked, laying on her side looking at me, her curves deliciously emphasized by the way she was lying.




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She looked at me. "Well, do you like?"

I looked down at her groin, smelling her arousal in the air. She must have been wanking earlier. "I'm not sure, I can't really tell from here."

She held her arm up to me. "Then come a little closer."

I walked slowly to the bed, undoing my shirt buttons as I did so. I slid it off as I knelt on the bed, Sam laying back and pulling me down on top of her. I kissed her throat and neck, and her hands came up to the back of my head pulling me closer. I started sliding down her body, kissing her collarbones, the tops of her breasts, flicking over her nipples and making her groan, down to the soft underside of her breasts, over her smooth stomach, pushing her thighs apart as I reached the top of her cleft. Her hands pushed me lower, urging me on, and I followed her lead. My tongue lapped over her hairless cunt, and I groaned my approval, pushing my tongue between her lips, which parted willingly. I went up to her clit, making my tongue stiffer as I flickered against it, feeling her juices start to flow faster and hearing her breath get louder.

I raised a hand to push a finger inside her, reaching up to her g-spot, and she bucked against me, moaning at me to make her come. I lifted my other hand, licked it, and started rubbing her asshole, not pushing inside, and she whispered my name out loud. Her hips began to pump as I sucked at her clit, pushing my fingers inside her, bringing her on. I knew that she'd been wanking already this morning, but maybe she'd stopped from coming till I got home.

I gently bit down onto her clit as I pushed a finger just inside her asshole, and that did it, she came, pushing my face tight into her bald cunt as her hips pushed up away from the bed, her screams indicative of the pleasure she was feeling.

As she calmed down, I pulled away, stood up, and smiled down at her, undoing the fly of my jeans. I pulled my erect cock out, with some difficulty, and started wanking as I looked down at her. "Kneel, Sam", I said, and she obeyed, sliding off the bed to kneel between my legs. She raised herself a bit to take my cock in her mouth, but I pushed her back down as I wanked hard and fast.

"No Sam, just wait."

I closed my eyes, still wanking, imagining what it would be like to just throw Sam on the bed, on her front, lay on top of her, slide my cock into her cunt from there, and fuck her senseless, then when I was ready to come, pulling out and pressing firmly against her asshole, feeling it slowly open, reluctantly but inevitably, as my hard cock forced it's way into her. The images in my head mixed with ones of Simone, as I imagined going to her place on Friday and fucking those fantastic tits of hers, my cock squeezed between her flesh as she waited with open mouth for my come. 

I opened my eyes and looked down. Sam was looking up at me, flicking between my cock and my eyes, one hand on her tits and the other between her legs. I wanked hard and fast, pausing just for a moment to spread my pre-cum round my head, hearing the slap as the moisture lubricated my hand.

I could feel my come approaching, and told Sam to get ready. She opened her mouth, moving it closer to the end of my cock. Her hand started moving faster on her clit, strumming it to bring her off as quickly as I was.

I started moaning, letting her hear how turned on I was, how much I wanted to fuck her, how much I wanted to come on her. "You're so dirty Sam, sending me .... that photo. I'm keeping it Sam, keeping it so that on your wedding day, I'll walk up to your shiny.... new husband... oh yeah, get ready baby... and show him the photo, and... say 'I was there first', just so .... here it comes... he knows you've always wanted me more than him... Oh fuck Sam." 

I came then, my jizz spurting out the end of my cock, some of it going over Sam's face, some in her mouth as she came as well, grunting with pleasure, swallowing my come down, licking it off her lips. I kept wanking slowly, enjoying the aftershocks, then I pulled her head closer. She willingly - no, eagerly - opened her mouth and sucked my cock in, sucking the last of my juice from me, swallowing it all.

After a few moments, I pulled out, reached under her arms, and lifted her bodily onto the bed on her back, her legs dangling over the end. I lay on top of her, taking hold of her wrists and pinning them down over her head, lining up my still-swollen cock with her cunt, rubbing it up and down her lips. She was panting, still recovering from her come, but she pushed back against me, whispering my name as she kissed my face and neck.

"Is this what you want Sam? Do you want me to pin you down so that you can't escape? Making you submit while I push my hard cock into you? Taking your virginity now, spoiling you for your husband? Do you want to feel me push my way inside you, feeling your cunt spread like it never has before, feeling me fill you up in a way that only I can, knowing your husband will be a poor second? Do you want me to pound you hard and fast, making you come over and over, making you beg me to stop, knowing that if I do, the only reason will be so that I can lift your legs up over your head and push my cock into your ass, seeing you freeze as I spear your insides, and seeing you get more and more excited as my cock goes where you love it the most? Is that what you want Sam?"

"Oh... god, Andy... Yes... Yes.... Fuck me... Fuck me...."

I planned to tease Sam, and this was the start.

I let go of her and quickly stood up. "Remember this moment Sam. You begged me to fuck you. Remember this tonight when you go home to your dad's and can't resist fingering yourself, keeping it quiet so no-one can hear, wishing I was there to turn you over and push my tongue into your tight little ass."

She groaned in disappointment, and then realised the game I was playing. She grinned up at me, and then sat up to slap my chest. "I can't believe you're going to send me home Andy. How will you manage without our little night-time sessions?"

"Well, to be honest Sam, I'll still be having little sessions, as you put them, with the woman I love, Angela, instead of the brazen young hussy of a babysitter that keeps forcing herself upon me."

She put on a shocked face, and then looked a little disappointed. She stood up, and stepped into me, hugging me. I wrapped her in my arms, my cock still hanging out my trousers and pressing against her. She rested her head against my chest, speaking softly. "I will miss you Andy. It's good to have someone like you in my life... I ... Well, I like what we're doing together, and that you won't try to push it too far. I wish... I just wish we'd started sooner."

"Sam, there's plenty of time, don't worry. I'll still be here, and you know I work at home, so if you're feeling a little frustrated, you can come around any time... and watch some of my porn videos." I grinned at her.

She snorted. "I'll bet you'd like that, wouldn't you. Spying on me again, watching me wank while I watch the TV."

"Sam, how can you say such a thing?" I ran my hands down her back, cupping the cheeks of her ass, bending my back to reach them and so taking the opportunity to kiss the nape of her neck. "Do you really think I'd rather have a wank in the shadows than come over to you and run my tongue between the cheeks of your lovely ass?"

"Maybe we could do that this weekend?" she asked hopefully.

"Maybe. I'm out on Friday - and Daniel's coming with me - so maybe Saturday or Sunday?"

"Oh, that's right, you're going to Simone's aren't you?" She sounded a little put out.

"Sam, don't worry, nothing's going to happen."

"Not yet anyway."

I pulled her away slightly, looking down at her. "What do you mean?"

She paused, looking uncomfortable. "Angela told me."

"Told you what?"

"About your agreement, one year apart, twelve other partners."

I waited.

"So I guess Simone's on your list."

"Listen Sam honey, Simone's a lovely woman, very attractive, very sexy, very smart. I'm not going to lie about that. And... yes, she's on the list. But nothing's going to happen for a while. And it might never happen, because believe it or not, it's up to Simone. Now, I don't know what Angela has told you, but I'm on strict instructions. She's already got someone lined up to be the first woman, as bizarre as that might sound, and anyone else has to wait. I know she doesn't know about us yet, but she's already said that she's convinced something's going to happen between us, and she's actually OK about it. I think she feels a bit protective of you, and thinks that I'll be a good tutor for you, for want of a better word. No-one's going to come between us Sam, not until you say that you've had enough and want to branch out on your own. And even then I hope you'll come back to me occasionally to let me... reminisce with you."

She smiled gently. "It's just weird thinking of you with someone else. I was hoping that I could have you to myself when Angela left."

"I know Sam, and you will for most of the time. As I said, my place is your place, and in the daytime you know I'm always around. And I'll still want you to stay some nights. I've not forgotten that at some point you want me to go all the way with you, with that delicious ass of yours, and I hope we can get a chance to do that at some point. Plus Sam, as I have repeatedly said, you've got a lovely body, and I can think of nothing better than cuddling up with you in bed on a regular basis, feeling your delicious curves pressed against me."

She smiled, and then stepped away from me. "Andy, I need to go to uni this afternoon, so we've only got a little while before I need to shower and pack my things. Get on the bed." I looked at her, pretending to be surprised at her sudden sexual aggressiveness. But I lay back, my cock standing proud up to the ceiling.

Sam got on the bed too, straddling me, rising up as though she was going to sink down onto my cock and fuck me senseless. "Whoa, Sam, don't do this. Save yourself for marriage, remember?"

"Andy. It's OK." She reached beneath her to take a firm grip on my cock, and then lowered herself down, wanking me slowly, until my cock was just parting her lips. Then she stopped, letting go of my cock, squatting, her weight resting on all four hands and feet, and simply started wanking herself with my cock, pushing it back and forth over her lips, nudging against her clit. "Oh god that's good," she moaned, and it was. It felt weird - with no strong point of contact, it was more like a tingling all over the end of my cock. Unusual, but delightful. I was desperate to just push up and feel her cunt clamp round my cock, but as usual, I held back.

At times, she pushed me further back, leaning forward to spread her ass-cheeks as she pushed me up to her asshole, groaning with the pleasure. Sweat built up on her, collecting between her tits, and I longed to be able to lick it up and suck her meaty nipples. Instead, I simply wanked myself, adding to the unusual feelings I got from being ridden this way. Of all the women to do this with, it had to be a virgin who did it first. Unbelievable.

Sam was getting turned on, groaning partly with the arousal and partly I suspect with the effort of holding her self a foot or so off the bed. It looked fantastic from where I was, my hard-as-nails cock sliding along her wet cunt, parting it as her juices flowed over my head, her lips swollen and red with arousal, then my cock head disappearing behind her as she ran it over her asshole.

She'd had her eyes closed until now, but she opened them and grinned down at me, delighted with the effect she was having on me, and on her as well. I reached up with both hands to her tits, squeezing them, mauling them. "Fuck me Sam, that feels fucking fantastic... Do it baby, wank yourself on my cock... I'm going to film this next time and show you what I can see... You look so fucking dirty Sam... Straddling my cock like that... Bringing yourself off...That's it baby, keep going, let me see you come as you ride me."

She closed her eyes again, and started moving faster, working her hips, grunting with the effort. What's going to happen when she comes? I wondered. She might be unable to hold herself, and drop down onto my cock, filling her cunt.

Her sweat was running down her, dropping onto my stomach, just like her juices were running down my cock. One thing I liked about Sam, when she got wet, you really knew it. 

I squeezed her nipples, eliciting another groan from her, an urgent one, one that I knew meant she was getting close. "Sam, fuck me... Fuck me with your tight cunt... Let me feel you push that tight little snatch onto my cock Sam... That's it honey, faster honey, make yourself come... Make me come... I want to come all over you baby." And in truth, I did. It might have felt wierd to have so much stimulation but no firm contact, but it was extremely exciting, and coupled with the view of Sam wanking herself to abandonment on my cock, I was close to coming.

Sam really started going for it then, tilting her hips so that first just the head of my cock rubbed up and down her lips, and then when my head was against her clit, she dropped slightly, pushing my cock down against my belly, giving her the entire length of my cock to wank against. That also had the effect of giving me some firm feeling down there. A few strokes like this, and I was ready to come.

"That's it Sam... I'm going to come all over you... Here it comes..." She somehow managed to take her weight on one hand and took a firm hold of my cock, giving me two or three hard strokes and at the same time pushing her clit down on my head. I came, my come spurting way up over her lower abdomen, the feelings way more intense than normal, my cock visibly pulsing with the effort, and then she came too, dropping back onto all fours, her hips meeting mine, my cock pressed flat against my stomach as she dropped down on top of me, her legs shaking with the effort of the sex and the power of her orgasm.

We lay for a while, recuperating. "Jesus Sam," I said. "That's the first time anyone's ever... done that with me... and it was fucking amazing. I can't believe you're teaching me... new tricks... but I intend on doing it again... but next time, face away from me... I want to finger your ass at the same time..."

She said nothing, still catching her breath, just nodding her head.

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Eventually, she recovered enough, and stood up, rolling out of bed, and staggering her way to the en-suite. "I think I need to go to the gym more often, my thighs are like jelly," she said as she started the shower running.

"No you don't. Just do that a few more times. Who needs gyms?" I countered, grinning to myself, unable to believe that my girlfriend had set me up to seduce this horny, curvy, sexy, young woman, and it was all only just beginning.

I got up, and watched Sam shower, enjoying the sensuality of it, without particularly getting aroused. I offered to wash her ass for her, but she declined, saying she really had to go to university, and didn't have time for distractions.

I watched her get dressed and pack her bags. As she got ready to leave, she came up to me and gave me a hug. "Thank you Andy. It's been a real good few days. I'm going to miss your night-time visits tonight."

"Keep your phone on Sam, but turn the volume down. I'll send you some dirty texts and photos if you like."

She grinned at me, and left for her class.

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I didn't send Sam any sex-texts that night - I was absolutely knackered from the weekend's activities, and fell asleep on the sofa, waking up around two in the morning. I went up to bed, and carried on sleeping, then sent her a text in the morning saying "Sorry didn't send texts. Fell asleep on sofa. You've half-killed me this weekend."

She came back a bit later: "OK old man. Maybe I need to find a younger model?"

"In your dreams, little girl. They've all seen you in your frumpy gear and have been scared off. You're stuck with me!" I replied.

Angela phoned later to say that she's really sorry, but could we not meet till the weekend. With the move coming up, she was getting really busy sorting things out both personally and professionally. I offered to help, but she thought I'd only get in the way. She did suggest that once she'd gone, I could help pack the things she's bound to forget, and get them shipped over later, to which of course I agreed.

Great. No sex till at least Saturday then!



Anal At Last Ch. 17



With no Sam or Angela, for a few days, I did feel a bit at a loose end. But Friday soon came around, with the promise of some flirting, and maybe more, with Simone. I finished work early, and spent some time getting ready for the evening at Simone's. I popped out for a quick haircut, showered, shaved, etc, pruning mWith no Sam or Angela, for a few days, I did feel a bit at a loose end. But Friday soon came around, with the promise of some flirting, and maybe more, with Simone. I finished work early, and spent some time getting ready for the evening at Simone's. I popped out for a quick haircut, showered, shaved, etc, pruning myself to look my best. Then I packed Daniel's and my overnight bag, just in case, and picked Daniel up from school. He was really looking forward to the evening with Stephen, which was good.

We arrived at Simone's place, and she answered the door. She, as usual, looked great. Black pinstripe trousers, very tight indeed. A cream silk blouse, tight enough round her tits to more than catch my eye, and some black heeled shoes. No bum-enhancing boots, unfortunately. 

She gave me (well, us) a huge smile when we arrived, and I swear she smiled even more when she noticed my eyes linger slightly on her tight blouse. Stephen ran to the door, and excitedly led Daniel upstairs to see his latest Lego Construction kit, which the boys both loved.

Simone laughed at them, and lead me through to her conservatory, the doors standing open to make the most of the nice balmy summer evening, and then she poured some lemonade for the boys and cracked open a cold beer for me. We sat on a sofa facing the garden as I asked how it went with Ken earlier in the week.

"Oh, fantastic. I think he was expecting me to be a blubbering wreck, and that he could walk all over me regarding the divorce settlement, but he got a bit of a surprise. I hope you don't mind me saying, but I just kept thinking of you, and it helped me keep my head cool."

"Oh? How's that?"

"Well, I was thinking what a nice guy you are, and how there must be other guys out there like you, and when I'm ready, I'll go looking for them, instead of finding a prick like Ken."

"There are other guys like me? Are you sure?" I bantered.

"Well, I bloody hope so, otherwise Angela will have a fight on her hands," she laughed. "Seriously Andy, our chat and, I guess you could say our cuddle, on Tuesday, it really helped. I've been at a loose end since I kicked him out, but it was great to just sit with you. I really appreciate it. If there's anything I can do in return, just let me know."

"Simone, you shouldn't be making suggestions like that to a man who's girlfriend is about to go away for a year. Do you have any idea of the sorts of things I might ask you to do?"

"Andy, you told me about the plan remember? I don't think you'll be struggling to meet your quota."

"I'm not so sure. You know what it's like being a parent. You don't get to socialize much, even less so when you're a single parent, and on top of that, I work by myself, so it's a pretty solitary existence. It took forever for me to meet Angela, so the odds of meeting a woman every month who's also open to our ... agreement... well, it's just not going to happen."

"Andy, don't be so hard on yourself. You're good looking, slim despite your age, financially independent, caring and considerate, funny, and give good hugs. And good kisses too, if our peck was anything to go by. I think you'll do OK."

"I MIGHT do OK, if I ever actually get to meet someone. Actually Simone, maybe you can help on that? I mean.... Well, what I'm trying to say is...." I purposefully looked flustered, as if trying to say something embarrassing. "Well, it's like this... you know about the list... And I was wondering... Just say no if you're not interested, I mean it's entirely up to you... But would you... by any chance..." A longer pause. "... Have any single friends?" I grinned at her as I said the last bit.

Simone laughed. "Andy! I thought you were going to ask me if I wanted to be on the list!"

"Good god Simone, absolutely not. Can you imagine? You and me together? Eurrgh! What a horrible thought!"

"Andy, you bastard. How dare you! I'm not THAT bad."

"I don't know Simone, I mean, that kiss... well, you might have enjoyed it, but that doesn't mean I did!"

She looked at me, open-mouthed. "You cheeky bastard! It might have been a while since I kissed anyone but Ken, but I'm not that bad a kisser!"

I shook my head, looking at her. "Prove it."

She stopped, realizing she'd played into my hand. "Oh, no Andy, no you don't."

"Prove it."

"No Andy. Behave yourself."

I shuffled along the sofa, towards her, until we were real close, then whispered "Prove it Simone. Kiss me."

She stopped, her eyes flicking between my eyes and my mouth, searching for something. Then I reached up, gently took a hold of her chin with my fingertips, and tilted her head up, bringing mine down. Our lips met, and hers parted, her body relaxing into me, as we kissed. Her hand came up to play with the hairs at the back of my neck as our breathing got slightly faster.

Then we broke apart as the boys came back downstairs to show us what they had built. As we both exclaimed our delight over the robots they were showing us, Simone and I exchanged secret glances with each other.

We played for a while, and then Simone cooked dinner for the boys, saying that we'd have dinner after they went to bed. The boys ate like all boys do: noisily, fast, and while having fun, and we had a good play with them. After some more games, and a DVD, Simone and I agreed it was time for bed, so the two of them, with at least 30 minutes of protestation, eventually settled down for sleep, with me settling them down and Simone making our dinner.

When I came back down, Simone had re-set the dining table for more adult dining, and was just serving up a chicken in white wine sauce with vegetables. "Nothing too fancy," she said, "but at least it's not fish fingers." I laughed, and told her it looked and smelled just fine.

We ate and talked, sharing a bottle of wine, touching on various subjects. Obviously the conversation came back to the Woman of the Month club.

"So... I hope you don't mind me prying, but you've got to admit, it's kind of unusual... You're going to tell the various women, are you? In advance?"

"I've not really thought that far ahead, to be honest." I thought about it while eating a mouthful of food. "Probably, I think. Although if the woman seems to be interested in something casual anyway, I might just make it clear that that's all I'm interested in casual also, and say nothing of Angela. Of course, Daniel will probably say something - I've not told him yet about Angela going away, but I will this weekend. He's quite attached to her, but he's also attached to Sam, and she'll still be here, so he'll be OK. I just want him to understand that there will - or might, I should say - be other women around."

"Ah, yes, the ever-watchful Sam..."

"How do you mean?"

"When I came over at the weekend, she was VERY protective of you. I think she's got a crush on you Andy."

"Rubbish," I said, not wanting Sam and I to be public knowledge. "I'm twice her age, for fuck's sake. There's no way she'd be interested."

"I wouldn't be so sure, Andy. Older man. Nice house away from her own home. Lots of late nights and staying over. You want to be careful in case she decides to take matters further."

"I'm sure she won't. She's a sensible girl. Goes to church. Studies hard. In fact, I'm not even sure she's interested in sex."

"Andy, I've met Sam a few times over the last couple of years, and all of a sudden, just when Angela's leaving, she starts dressing better, showing off her figure, and so on? Oh yes, she's after you. Maybe she's been waiting on you to notice her, thought she'd missed her chance when Angela turned up, and now she's going for it before Angela comes back."

"Simone, be serious. I'm an old fart compared to her."

"Hmmm.... I can't help but notice that you're talking about what she might think, and not about what you think. Would you be interested if she was?" She had a wicked glint in her eye as she looked over her wine glass at me.

"Of course! What man wouldn't? Nice little virgin, begging to be taught all things carnal, good figure. Where do I sign?"

"You dirty bastard Andy" she laughed.

"Yeah, Angela calls me that as well. I can't think why."

"Well, twelve women in twelve months might have something to do with it."

"That was her idea!" I protested.

"To which you strongly tried to dissuade her, I'm sure," she said, mock seriously.

"OK, you got me there. I submit, I'm a horny bastard."

"I know Andy."

"Eh?"

She looked me right in the eye. "I noticed in the cafe."

"Ah. Yes. Sorry about that. Natural response et cetera."

"Don't worry Andy. Like I said, I was flattered. Honestly. But if I'd known I would have had that impact on you, I might have thought twice about the cuddle."

"And you would have missed out on the positive reinforcement, and flaked it in front of Ken, and so I think it was a good thing we had those few minutes."

She smiled. "Yeah, I suppose so."

We finished eating as she talked about the divorce plans. She would get custody of Stephen, although Ken did want access, to which Simone agreed, for Stephen's sake. She talked about how she worried about Stephen having a father-figure in someone like Ken, and how she'd manage as he carried on growing up. 

"Well," I said, "Stephen and Daniel are great friends, and I'm sure they will be at least until they leave school, and as such you and I are going to be around both the kids a lot, one way or another. If you need me to step in and do the big stern man thing, just let me know. Or, god forbid, if he's got questions about girls and doesn't want to ask you. Just let me know in advance what you want him to hear."

"Oh Andy, don't put yourself down. Despite what people might think about the twelve women thing, you're a decent chap, so just say what you think. I'd rather he heard the truth from you than some macho bollocks from Ken, to be honest, even though Ken is his dad." Her eyes welled up a bit, and I put my knife and fork down, standing up and going round to her, pulling her up into a hug.

She grabbed me tightly, nestling her head into my chest, sobbing quietly. "It scares me," she said between shakes. "Raising Stephen alone is... frightening."

"Simone, you'll be fine. Listen, I'm not going to lie: It's tough at first, particularly finding the time to look after him, look after the house, keep your career going, and find time for yourself. And at the beginning, that's compounded, or at least it was for me, with Daniel realizing what's happening, and it obviously had an impact. Tantrums. Tears. Disobedience. Nightmares. Bad behavior at school. But it calms down, honestly, just let him know you love him above anything else, and that his dad does too, and he'll get used to it. Yes, it'll be tough. But you're not alone. Call on me if you need anything, either for you or for Stephen. He can stay over if you need quiet time - the boys will love it. Or I can come over here and you can cook more delicious meals for me and we can sit and cuddle for a bit."

"Thanks Andy," she said as she pulled away, wiping her eyes, laughing at how stupid she must look.

"Simone, just remember. Take care of yourself as well. Spend time with good friends. Get drunk if you need to. Rant and rave about Ken and men in general. Flirt with a few guys to boost your self-esteem. Take some quiet time - baths, haircuts, shopping, all those other things women do to relax and feel good about themselves. Oh, and get a cleaner. Book one tomorrow. Honestly, that should be your number one priority. Getting the housework done gives you so much spare time. It leaves you free to think about more important things. But don't let her do everything - keep some things for you to do - mundane work helps to clear the mind, I find. Ironing works best for me, but pick something that works for you."

She looked up at me and smiled. "Andy, you're a good man. I know I said it before, but Sharon was a fool to leave you."

I reached up to gently move her hair away from her eyes. "Just like Ken's a fool to lose you." Then it happened again. We paused, realizing we were about to kiss, and then our heads leaned in, our lips parting as we kissed, her hands coming up to the back of my head to pull me in close, my arms wrapping around her, pressing against her back to urge her on.

Her lips parted further, her tongue peeking out, tentatively, waiting for me to respond. And respond I did, pushing my tongue back at her, fencing softly with her, licking the inside of her lips, pulling her tighter still.

She moaned softly as we kissed, her body relaxing into me. She broke the kiss, gasping for air, but continued kissing my neck and face. I slid my hands down her back, pulling her onto me, feeling her tight bum, kissing her throat.

Then she broke apart. "Andy.... I'm not sure we should do this."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure I want to be a notch on your bedpost. At least, not with everything else going on right now. It's not going to help me get my head straight." She sat down, resting her elbow on the dining table, and her head in her hand. "Oh, I don't know Andy. I'm sorry. I'm all mixed up."

I knelt down in front of her, looking up into her eyes. "Simone, there's nothing to apologize for. Honestly. It's natural at times like these for you to reach out for some closeness with someone. Surely it's better that you reach out to me, than to some nameless man who doesn't realize what you're going through, will get angry if you don't put out, and will then talk about you down the pub later?"

She nodded, lifted my head with her hand, and kissed me chastely on the cheek. "You're right. But let's not take it any further."

"Simone, I wasn't planning on taking it any further. Angela's made it very clear that I'm not to have sex with anyone else while she's here. I think she wants to make sure she's got me to herself while she can."

"I don't blame her," Simone muttered, before realizing she spoke out loud. "God, sorry Andy, that's so embarrassing. I know you're too much of a gent to refuse me, but you don't have to kiss me just to make me feel better, you know."

I laughed softly. "To make YOU feel better? What about making ME feel better?"

She laughed at me, cheering up. "How could you feel any better? You've got a lovely woman like Angela. She's going away for a year and specifically told you to date and sleep with twelve other women. You've got a horny teenage babysitter with a crush on you. And a frustrated recently-separated woman desperate for some male company. How could you possibly feel any better?"

A smiled ruefully. "Yeah, I guess when you put it like that... But seriously Simone, it wasn't just to make you feel better. I just..."

She paused, waiting for me to finish. "Just what?"

"Well... wouldn't it have been better timing if you'd split up from Ken before I met Angela. Maybe we wouldn't have had to stop like this?"

She smiled. "Yeah, it would have been.... So, you haven't answered my question?"

I looked at her, puzzled. "What question?"

"Am I on the list?" She grinned at me, eyebrows raised.

"That depends."

"On?"

"On.... whether you let me finish this delicious dinner." She barked a laugh at me as I sat back down again, and we resumed eating.

"It's nice to meet a man who appreciates a bit of cooking. Ken would just wolf down whatever was in front of him, without so much as a thank you.... And just wait till you see what's for pudding!"

"Oooh, can't wait!"

We resumed chatting while we finished, and then she stood up to take the plates away. "Well?" she asked.

"Well what?"

"Am I on that bloody list of yours?"

"Hmmm. Let me think.... Possibly."

"Possibly? Jesus, you're hard to please."

"No, I'm easy to please, but patiently waiting for pudding."

"Oh, I see. Well, you'll have to wait a bit longer; pudding will be in a little while. In the meantime, top up our glasses and we'll take a pew in the living room."

We went into the kitchen, and at one point I had to reach around her to put the wine back in the fridge. She was standing in front of it, door open, checking out the pudding, presumably. I reached around her, letting our bodies touch naturally. She turned on the spot to face me.

"Getting a bit friendly, aren't we?" she playfully asked.

"What? We've kissed. Twice now. The fact our bodies are touching, through two layers of clothes, is pretty insignificant, don't you think?"

She smiled, reached up and patted my cheek. "Andy, judging by what I saw in the cafe the other day, any sort of bodily contact with the front of you is hardly insignificant." She blushed a bit as she said it.

"Simone, that's no way for a lady to talk."

"And that was no way for a gentleman to behave. All I wanted was a nice hug, and you go taking it that step further."

"Do you blame me? It is YOU we're talking about. You kind of have that certain something that men find attractive."

"What - big boobs?"

I took the opportunity to study them for a few seconds. "Oh, yeah. I hadn't noticed. Thanks for pointing them out," I said, grinning.

She slapped my arm and slid out from my clutches. "Bring the wine Andy," she said as she sashayed into the living room. I admired her figure for a few seconds, and then followed her in. She kicked off her shoes, and went over to her music center, and turned it on. A tune I recognized but couldn't place came on. I looked at her quizzically.

"It Came Upon A Midnight Clear, by Sixpence None The Richer", she said, settling herself on the sofa and leaning back into me, pulling my arm around her and tucking her legs underneath her. "Is this OK Andy?"

I kissed the top of her head, and settled myself into her, pulling her closer, to signify my consent. We sat in silence for a while, listening to the lyrics.

"O ye beneath life's crushing load,

Whose forms are bending low,

Who toil along the climbing way

With painful steps and slow;

Look now, for glad and golden hours

Come swiftly on the wing;

Oh rest beside the weary road

And hear the angels sing."

The song faded away into the distance. "I love that song," she whispered. "I know it sounds weird, but when we're crushed under life's load, it would be good to think that we could just sit a while and hear the angels sing. But not in this world, not any more. It's all too.... analyzed to death, in your face, all secrets exposed. No room for the mysterious, the otherworldly."

I said nothing, pulling her in close and resting my head on hers, breathing in the smell of her hair.

"Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol, a local band from Glasgow. I realised they weren't the same band as the earlier song, and asked what the album was.

"No, it's not an album, it's an MP3 playlist of ... oh... 'Quiet Moments' or some such title. I've been listening to it a lot recently. Sorry, do you want something else on?"

"No, this is fine, trust me. Perfect for sitting with a beautiful woman in your arms. Even if something I didn't like came on, I think it would get lost in the pleasure of being with you here." I was smiling as I said it, half joking. She slapped my thigh lightly, telling me to stop teasing. But she left her hand there.

A few more tunes came on, Simone filling me in as they played. "Nobody Loves Me" by Portishead. "All That I Am" by Rob Thomas. "I Was Hoping", Alanis Morissette. Linkin Park's "In Pieces", a quiet one, not the hard-core metal that they normally produce. "Insane" by Texas.

Then "Love To Be Loved" by Peter Gabriel, one of my all-time favourites, came on. I talked about how this was the song that marked the point where I started to recover from when Sharon and I split up. I softly sang the lyrics, grateful that although I was no professional singer, I could at least hold a tune, particularly when softly singing with a woman in my arms.




Anal At Last Ch. 17



"This old familiar craving,

I've been here before, this way of behaving.

Don't know who the hell I'm saving anymore.

Let it pass, let it go, let it leave.

From the deepest place I grieve.

This time I believe

And I let go,

And I let go.

I can let go of it

Though it takes all the strength in me,

And all the world can see,

I'm losing such a central part of me,

I can let go of it.

You know I mean it.

You know that I mean it.

I recognize how much I've lost,

But I cannot face the cost,

'Cause I love to be loved"

My mind went back to driving along the M8 motorway to the coast, and driving south along the water's edge, the sun setting on the sea, the beautiful view of the hilly coast on the other side of the Clyde, the lyrics "Let it pass, let it go, let it leave, from the deepest place I grieve" hitting me in a way few other songs ever have, and that being the one moment when I finally said goodbye to Sharon and what we had had together.

I talked to Simone about that, not expecting her to answer, telling her to let music help, to not be afraid to grieve for what she had with Ken, even if she can't stand him now; telling her not to lose the good times they had just because it's been bad recently.

She hugged into me closer, and I could tell she was crying a bit. I left her to it, letting her work herself through it.

More music. "No Regrets" by Robbie Williams. The classic "One" by U2. "There's Only Me" by Rob Dougan. The sultry "The Truth" by Handsome Boy Modeling School.

She calmed down, wiping her face again, apologizing, wiping the tears from my jumper. I told her not to be silly, and she started to head upstairs to freshen up. Something occurred to me.

"Wait, Simone.... Hold on a second, let me think this through... This is a playlist, right. How do you get the tunes to the MP3 player? There's a tune I think you should hear."

"Ken always copied the CDs to the MP3 player, directly, through the PC."

"OK, er... Right. Log me on. I'll transfer it from home."

She led me upstairs to the study, and sat in the desk chair whilst the PC booted up. We chatted a bit about my work and how she liked PCs, but didn't know enough, while I leant on the back of her chair and took in her cleavage. I could tell she'd brightened up a bit, so I risked some banter, quietly, in case we woke the kids.

"You were right, you know," I said.

"About what?"

"When you said you had big tits. They're quite delectable. It's funny how I hadn't noticed before." She looked up and shook her head at me, but didn't cover herself up. The computer finished booting up, and she logged on, so I took her place.

"So how will you get the music from your place?"

"It's on my PC as well - It's a guy thing," I added, responding to her exasperated look. "I can FTP it from here."

"FTP?"

"Like I said, a guy thing. It's... er, magic. I'll just wave my magic wand and it'll be here in a couple of minutes."

She snorted. "Please, keep your magic wand out of it, I think it'll need the rest before Angela goes and you start working your little list." She left then, and I logged onto my own network to grab some files, working out which ones I wanted to give Simone a little of the old "Andy Magic". While they transferred, I went to ask Simone how to get files to the MP3 player downstairs.

I headed across the landing. Her door was open, and I stopped, looking into her room through the gap. She was facing away from me, looking down her front as she undid her blouse, and I could see her reflection in the mirror. She undid the last button, and her tits virtually sprung free in their white bra, glad to be free of their cages. 

Her waist was slim and toned, flaring out sharply in a classic hourglass figure to those pinstripe trousers. Jesus, she was stacked. Ken was a complete dick to lose her: great figure, friendly, intelligent, pretty, and funny. What an idiot!

Then she reached back to unclip her bra and my heart thumped in my chest. She slid the bra off - her tits were, well, perfect. Jesus, they were firm. Doubts assailed me - maybe they were fake. They certainly looked fake, in the sense that they were round and firm, but something about Simone told me she wouldn't do that. I didn't see anything wrong with it personally, but I just thought that she wouldn't go for cosmetic surgery. Round, firm, large, nice nipples. I licked my lips at the sight of them. She walked into the en-suite, and I lost her reflection. But even from slightly behind and to one side, the jiggle of her breasts as they bounced was enough to send a shiver of excitement down to my balls and cock. 

Regretfully, I headed quietly back to the study, and sat down, working out for myself how to transfer the files to the MP3 player, which fortunately was networked up, so it was an easy task for me.

A few minutes later, Simone came in, stood behind me, and leant over to watch me at work, her breasts pressing into the back of my head subtly. No bra, I realised, at the softer feel of them. At least, I didn't think so. My cock throbbed, thankfully not erect for once.

"I don't recognise any of those songs. They're in Italian, right?" she asked.

"Yes. Opera, of a sort."

"Oh no Andy, I hate opera."

"Not these you won't, trust me. It's opera-light. Operatic singing but modern beats, lyrics, etc. None of your Don Giovanni. Trust me. Keep an open mind."

"Well, OK, but if I don't like it, I'll put something else on, if that's OK with you."

"Trust me Simone, this first track is something special, and after that you'll be hooked."

I lead her back downstairs, making sure to close all the doors to keep out any noise. I turned down the light in the living room, to which she arched her eyebrows at me. "It's not what you think Simone. But ... again, trust me on this one... you'll want to hear this one in a darker setting."

We sat back down together again on the sofa. I was right, no bra. The little minx. I sat back, content with her in my arms and her cleavage in my view, and she snuggled in again. 

I picked up the remote, and started the music. A flush of synthetic harp waved out from the speakers, and then a solo cello came on, slow, with a hint of piano in the background.

I whispered into Simone's ear. "You said you wanted to hear angels? Listen..."

A soaring, haunting female soprano started singing in Italian, accompanied my a slow but modern beat, singing in Italian. "Angeli", by Sasha Lazard. The most beautiful piece of music I've ever heard, and one that makes my soul... yearn... every time I hear it.

We sat in the dark, not speaking, listening to the exquisite voice of Ms Lazard...

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When she finished, Simone reached over the remote and paused the music. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes. "That was... beautiful Andy. I've never heard anything like it. Jesus, look at the state of me, it's not often music gets to me like that. Who is it?"

"Sasha Lazard. Classically trained opera singer, and extremely beautiful to boot. She's definitely on the list, if I could just find out where she lived."

Simone laughed at me. "Play some more," she said, sliding down on the sofa, stretched out at right-angles to me, her head resting on my inclined stomach, one arm coming around to hug my waist. She pulled my arm to lay along her side and curl down around her stomach.

I took control of the music. Sarah Brightman came next: Figlio Perduto, lyrics based on a poem by Goethe, her Italian version haunting and eerie. Then the unusual voice of contralto Thomas Otten singing "Dulciate".

Finally, two of my favorites after Sasha Lazard's piece of beauty: The soft voice of Emma Shapplin sang out, accompanied only by the piano, marking the beginning of "Reprendo Mai Piu", building to a passionate chorus as she sang about loss and grief; and "Sanvean" by Lisa Gerrard.

And at that point I lost track of the music, for Simone turned over to lie on her back, and pulled me down to kiss her again, and this time there was no mistaking her intentions. Her tongue immediately pushed into my mouth, as she hungrily sought my own tongue. One of her hands came up to pull my head closer, as the other grabbed one of my hands and slid it up under her blouse to her waist. I returned the caress, stroking her sides and stomach, kissing her back, my other hand under her shoulders, lifting her up to me.

We kissed for a few moments, then she slid out from under me, stood up, and lowered herself onto my lap, straddling me, both hands pulling my head in for another kiss. I let my hands fall naturally onto her waist and hips, stroking, clasping, pulling her onto me. She groaned into my mouth, breaking the kiss, taking a hold of my face in both hands and saying "Say yes Andy. Say you'll stay tonight."

I sighed. "Simone... We can't."

She sighed, her eyes filling up again, and she collapsed, her head on my shoulder. "Oh, fuck, Andy, I'm so sorry."

"Simone, listen to me. We can't have sex. I won't break that promise to Angela. But... "

"But?"

"But, well, she said it's OK if we ... well, do other things. And I think you could do with some release. So let's go to bed, and I'll see what I can do for you."

She lifted her head, wiping her eyes again. "Are you saying you've discussed me with Angela, and she's OK if we... how shall we put it... fool around?"

"Well, not you specifically," I retorted, back-pedaling hastily. "But in general, it's OK to ... fool around."

She looked at me for a second. "In that case, fuck going to bed." And she ripped apart her blouse, buttons flying, her tits spilling free.

"Fuck me," I whispered, gazing at her perfect tits, pure, smooth, round, as she raised herself slightly and pulled my mouth to her nipples.

"Make me come Andy. I want to come. For once in my life, I want to come without doing it myself." I grinned up at her as I took a nipple in my mouth and started sucking as if my life depended on it.

"Oh god that's good," she moaned, as she slid a hand down between us and started wanking me through my trousers. "Mmm, nice..." she exclaimed, although whether at what my mouth was doing to her, or to the size of my prick, I wasn't sure.

I sucked that nipple awhile, feeling it stiffen under my ministrations, and then I switched to the other one, grabbing her hips and pulling her down onto me, letting her feel my cock stiffen as she rubbed against me. She groaned again, one of her hands sliding down to grab a hand of mine and guide it to her spare tit. I started playing with it, tweaking the nipple, moulding the flesh.

"Do you like my tits Andy?" I mumbled my agreement through a mouthful of erect nipple. "Ken never did. Oh he loved the look of them alright. Loved for me to show some cleavage around his mates... Not 'cause it turned him on.... Oh yeah, suck me... Just for the ego boost he got hearing his mates talk about me... when they thought he couldn't hear. He rarely touched them for more than a few seconds, too intent... oh, that's good Andy... too intent on getting his end away inside me... But... they're my most sensitive area, Andy. And he ignored them, the fucker... Suck me Andy, show me how much you love them."

I went to town, sucking, nibbling, licking, lapping, stroking, tweaking, squeezing, moulding. She loved it, writhing above me, taking a hold of her own tits to push them further into my mouth and hands. My cock was now erect, pressing against her as she ground back and forth on my cock.

She reached down, lifting her hips off me, struggling to undo my zip. I reached down also, to take a hold of her hand. "Not yet," I said, between sucking her nipples, as I pulled her hand away. She groaned, and pressed my head tighter into her breasts. Her breath was coming faster, her hips pumping harder against me. I took a hold of her hips, and clamped down tight, preventing her from moving, determined to get her as close to orgasm as possible just through her tits.

She muttered above me, "Oh fuck Andy, yeah, that's good... Do it, suck my tits, bite them, make me come...." She started moaning rhythmically, in time with her breaths, obviously getting more and more turned on. "Bite me Andy, make me yours, put your mark on me." I took a mouthful of soft breast, above her nipple, and clamped down with my teeth, lightly. "Harder Andy, harder." I bit harder again, pressing more and more until she sighed, "Oh god yes," and I returned to her nipples, my teeth marks indented in her full flesh.

She was moaning more urgently now, grabbing my hands to push them into her tits as I played with them, and I began to think she might actually come just from me playing with her tits. Her hips started pumping again, so again I reached down to make her sit still.

"Oh fuck Andy, that's so fucking good... I'm going to come ... You're making me come Andy... Oh god, here it comes... Here it comes... Oh fuck me!" She came then, grabbing my head and pulling her tight into her tits, leaving me short of air as her whole body tensed, no sounds coming from her as her lungs and diaphragm clenched in the orgasm.

I had to force my head back to get some air as she rode through her orgasm above me, both of us gasping for breath, Simone unable to speak yet. I gently started licking her breasts again, avoiding the sensitive nipples, but enjoying the bountiful soft flesh in my mouth, my hands running up and down her back, sometimes cupping her ass, slipping inside her trousers to stroke her lower back and upper ass cheeks. I would have loved to slide a finger down her crease to her asshole, to know if she was interested in that, but that would have to wait till another day.

Eventually, she got her breath back. "Fuck me, Andy, that was good.... I needed that... I've not come like that in ... fuck, in years... Ken was crap in bed... And no-one as ever made me come just from my tits... Jesus, where did you learn that? ... Fuck, who cares, just promise me you'll do it again." She collapsed onto the sofa next to me, pulling me partly on top of her, kissing me in between breaths. "Stay the night Andy... Stay the night and do that again, please...."

"OK," I said, "but first, there are a few other things I want to do." I grinned up at her as I slid off the sofa, kneeling on the floor between her legs, reaching up to her waist to undo her trousers as I leaned in to kiss her flat stomach, gazing up at her breasts, still standing upright despite her supine position. 

"Oh god yes," she moaned, pressing my head into her stomach. I tried to pull her trousers down, but was struggling, so she let go of my head and pulled them down herself, taking her thong with them. Like Angela, and I guessed most women these days, she had shaved most of her hair, but left a vertical line above her lips, and I took my time in kissing down from her stomach to the top of her cleft, her legs opening as I did so, her hands urging me closer to her lips and clit. "Andy, you might not believe this, but no-one's done this to me before."

I looked up at her. "What?" I couldn't believe it.

"I've only been with Ken and one boy before that. Neither were keen on it."

I grinned, salaciously licked my lips, and muttered, "Oh boy", as I licked up her lips from top to bottom. Her thighs gripped my head, squeezing, and she groaned loudly. "Oh fuck, that's good." I went to town, treating her to my best moves, lapping up her juices from her earlier come, flicking her clit, tensing my tongue and pushing it inside, then up to her clit to suck it in, sliding my hands under her to grab her ass and pull her into me, then starting the alphabet on her clit. She was groaning and sighing above me, her soft voice urging me on, telling me how good it felt, telling me to keep on licking her.

Her hips and abs were bucking above me, her butt muscles clamping as she pushed her cunt onto my mouth, her tits heaving, her breath coming hard and fast, as she pressed the back of my head into her. Her legs moved around: one moment squeezing me between her toned thighs, the next opening wide, the next pulling up to her body. I was tempted when she did this to lick down to her ass, but wasn't sure if she would appreciate it, and I wanted to make sure that the first time someone went down on her was pure magic, and if she didn't like anal, then that would spoil the moment.

I used one hand to spread her lips wide, giving my tongue more access, looking up the length of her body to where her hands were now playing with her tits, stroking them, teasing her nipples. I let go of her ass, and reached up to her tits, adding to her enjoyment. "Oh god Andy, that's so good... Fuck that's good... I love your tongue..." Her hips were now bucking in rhythm, her orgasm approaching, so I went back to doing the one thing that she seemed to really like, running my tongue in circles round her clit, and just kept on doing it, not breaking the feeling by doing anything else. 

"Fuck me Andy, that's good... There... There... Keep on.... Oh god yes..."

I kept on circling her clit, my tongue getting sore, but determined to make her come on my mouth, without even fingers involved. I stroked her nipples in time with my movement, squeezing them occasionally, then taking a hold of as much tit as I could in each hand and shaping the flesh. One of her hands came off my head to take a hold of one of my hands, fingers interlocking, squeezing.

"Oh god ... Oh god... Yes.... Andy... Oh Christ... I'm coming again...." And she did, her thighs squeezing my head again, her juices flooding my mouth, her body clenching in upon itself, curling up in ecstasy. "Oh fuck Andy... Ah Jesus Christ..."

I waited till she was over the peak, and her thighs relaxed, and I sat back, looking up on her as she panted away on the sofa, her gorgeous body tensing in aftershocks, beads of sweat lining her brow and cleavage, her cunt lips wet with her juices.

When she could speak, she looked back at me and laughed in joy, tears running down her face. "Jesus... Andy... That was fucking fantastic... Will Angela mind... if I hire you out for that on a regular basis?... Fuck that was good... Christ.... I can't believe how good that was..."

I smiled up at her, pleased to bring someone that much pleasure, especially after what seems to have been a shitty sex-life with Ken.

"And look at you... You're still dressed and I've come more times than I ever did with Ken... Jesus Andy, Angela's a lucky woman... Can we share you? Will she mind?"

I laughed, then I stood up, settling on the sofa, laying along it and pulling her half on top of me. She cuddled up to me, head on my chest, one leg curled on top of me. She kissed me, passionately, still breathing fast from her come. "I take it you liked it?" I asked. She nodded, still kissing my throat. "Did Ken really never do that?"

"Not once. Didn't even try, the fucker. Expected me to give head though. But I stopped doing that a while ago. That's probably why he started fucking around."

"Simone, don't beat yourself up. There's no excuse for what Ken did. If he wasn't happy with you stopping that, he should have looked in the mirror and wondered why you suddenly stopped."

She pulled my head down towards her, kissing me, lips parted. "This is nice Andy. Will you stay? You've not answered yet..."

"I'm sure I did! Yes, I'll stay. But... remember my promise to Angela. No actual sex."

"Andy, if all you do is go down on me one more time, I'll die with a smile on my face, sex or no sex."

"Good. And there's one more thing I want to do."

"Oh god Andy, whatever it is, do it. I don't care what it is, if you can make me feel like this again."

The desire to say I wanted to rim her ass was intense, and I almost blurted it out, but that wasn't what I'd meant.

"Well Simone, you've felt my tongue on you, but I've got fingers as well."




Anal At Last Ch. 17



"Only one on condition: you give me free reign to you."

I nodded my consent, and she levered herself up, pulling my jumper off with my help. She started kissing my chest, working down to my nipples, taking one in and licking it.

"Mmm. Nice body Andy. Can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course."

"When I saw you the other day in your swimming trunks, I was quite impressed. I ... I actually came home and..." She paused, looking embarrassed.

"And?"

"And brought myself off thinking of you."

I kissed her. "And after you felt me pressing into you in the cafe? Did you do it again?"

She blushed. "Yes, but... I... Well, I went out to buy a vibrator. A big one. To see what it might feel like. Ken was average, maybe a bit smaller."

"And? Did you like it?"

"I don't know. I bottled out at the last minute. I ordered one online instead, and it's not arrived yet."

"Coward.... Can I be frank with you Simone?"

"It's a bit late to be asking that, don't you think?"

I ran one hand down her side, all the way to her ass, feeling her lovely tight bum as I spoke. "Simone... I'll be honest with you, in case you hadn't guessed, you are on my list - "

"Well, there's a surprise, I didn't see that one coming!" She ran one hand down my chest, teasing my nipples, running her fingernails down my side, coming to rest with her fingertips just inside the top of my trousers.

"Well, if you let me finish!.... What I meant to say was... you're on the list, but I honestly expected to make a play for you much later, after you'd fully recovered from splitting up with Ken. But, it sounds like you've had a shit sex life with Ken, and ...."

"Yes? And?"

"And I think what you need more than anything, is a good hard fuck."

She pulled her hand from my trousers, and ran it over the outside, reaching my erect cock and rubbing it. Her eyes widened slightly, and she looked down at my bulging trousers, and then back up at me, her eyebrows raised. I guessed she was impressed. "I think you're right. Are you up for it?"

"Like I said, not yet. I need to wait till I get Angela's OK. Because the thing is that, well, she's promised a friend of hers that she'll be the first on the list."

Simone sat up a bit. "You're kidding me. She's whoring you out to her friends?" She laughed, looking at me incredulously.

"No, it's not like that. It's just, well, I was at Angela's place one time, waiting for her to come back from lunch with Charlie - Charlene - this friend. I thought I'd surprise Angela, so I stripped off, and... 'got ready', shall we say... waiting in the living room for her to come back. Only - "

"Only the friend walked in first?" I nodded, and Simone pissed herself laughing. 

"Oh Andy, what a sight that must have been. What did she do?"

"She took it in her stride actually. Strolled up to me as cool as cucumber, and actually reached out and... and wanked me a couple of times, commenting that she how understood what Angela saw in me, or something like that. Of course, I bolted upstairs.... Anyway, it seems that Charlie's been thinking about me a bit, and so Angela said she could be first."

"Shit. So how long do I have to wait to get my hands on you?"

"Your hands? About... three seconds probably," I said, grinning at her.

She smiled, and undid my zip and belt, and opened up my trouser flies, reaching into the top of my boxers to grasp my erect cock. She quickly slid her hand up and down the entire length. "Jesus, Andy, I think I'd better practice with that dildo after all. You'll tear me apart. Not just because you're bigger than Ken - much bigger - but... it's been a while since I had anything more than my fingers in me. A long time."

I kissed her, reaching down to run a hand between her legs, which she opened to give better access. "I think you'll do OK. And actually, that was what I was going to say... Don't use the vibrator. No matter how much you want to. If you get really horny, give me a call and I'll come over, go down on you again, make you come by sucking your tits again. Just wait until I'm allowed to fuck you, and then we'll get rid of the boys somewhere, off to a friend's place or something, and I'll come over and give you the fucking of your life." She started wanking me properly, her own breath coming faster. "We'll do it on the sofa first, then with you bent over the dining room table, then in the shower, then in the bed. I'll take you in missionary, in doggy, you on top. I'll lick you out, suck your tits till you come, then stick my cock between your tits and fuck them while you beg me to come in your mouth. I'll hold you down and use that vibrator on you, I'll fuck you in spoons position, and standing up against the wall, and then tie myself up and you can fuck me for as long as you want."

During this little speech, I'd slid my finger between her lips and into her cunt, making her groan and grip my cock tighter. 

"Simone, I said there was one more thing I wanted to do. And this is it. I want to make you come again, this time just my fingers. So kneel up, lean over the back of the sofa." I wanted to see her ass as I wanked her. She did as I asked, her lovely toned ass facing me. Her ass was completely hairless, even in the crack. Just how I liked it. I stripped off, my erect cock finally springing free of all clothing.

She looked after her shoulder at me, and quietly whispered "Fuck me" as she saw my iron-hard cock. I realised Ken must have been small. I stepped up to her, my cock lining up between the cheeks of her ass, as I leant forward to take a hold of her hanging tits. She groaned, and pushed back against me, begging me to fuck her.

Keeping one hand on a tit, I slid the other one down her front to finger her cunt, sliding two fingers into her hot depths, keeping my cock moving between her cheeks. She seemed to be enjoying it, so I kept with it for a while, hearing her getting more and more turned on. At one point, I stood upright, letting go of her tit and cunt, and grabbed a hold of her ass cheeks, squeezing them as I thrust my cock between them more deliberately. 

"Oh god yes, please, fuck me Andy... Take me from behind. Tell Angela it was an accident. Please Andy, fuck me..."

I deliberately angled my hips, making my cock rub against her asshole every now and again, and she didn't withdraw. But neither did she beg me to finger her ass, so I thought I'd leave it.

Then I pulled away and kneeled down behind her, sliding my hands up her inner thighs, and pushing two fingers as deep as they would go within her. "Oh god Andy, that's good... Finger me... Make me come again... Three times, Andy... Make me come again... God you're such a stud... Make me come with your fingers."

I did as she asked, running the other hand further up her inside leg so that I could finger her clit with one hand as the other hand frigged her. That left my face close to her ass, so I kissed her cheeks, sucked them, bit them gently, staying away from her asshole.

"No-one's ever made me come like you do Andy... No-one's been that good... Finger my cunt..."

I curled my fingers down, pressing against her g-spot, and she grunted out loud. "Fuck that's good... " With my head near her ass, I stuck out my tongue and licked her cunt, the bottom of it near the perineum. "Jesus Andy... That's so fucking good... Do it lover, finger me... Make me come again... " I took the opportunity to let my nose gently rub against her asshole. It sounds weird, but I figured it could be seen as accidental, what with my tongue licking her lower lips. She didn't respond, just carried on moaning, her hips pushing out back to me in time with my fingering of her cunt and clit.

I risked a lick of her perineum, as though my tongue had slipped, and she groaned. "Andy, will you do something for me... Something dirty..."

I held my breath.

"Will you lick my asshole? Please Andy, no-one's ever done that and I've begged Ken to do it... I rub myself a lot there when I wank... It gets me so horny... But I want to feel a tongue... Please Andy, just once, please lick me there... Do it for me... Let me feel your tongue there... I won't ask again... God please do it for me."

I smiled, uttered a quick but silent thanks for the powers in heaven, and licked out with my tongue.

"Ah, Jesus, that's so fucking good... I'm going to come again Andy... Finger me... Lick me... Oh god, here it comes... FUCK ME!"

She came hard, her cunt clenching down on my fingers as her ass spasmed under my tongue, her hips bucking, her juices flooding her cunt and running down her inner thighs. She was gasping for breath, almost asthmatic as her orgasm overwhelmed her, grunting with the waves of pleasure. I carried on slowly fingering her cunt, licking her asshole, and rubbing her clit, nice and gently, just feather light touches, as she came down from her peak.

I was determined to make this her best sex ever (if it wasn't already) so I waited until she was calming down from her peak, but still getting some tremors. Then, inspired by Sam's riding of me the other night, I stripped off my remaining clothes, and took a hold of my cock and lined it up with her cunt, stepping forward so my head was just touching Simone's lips.

"Oh fuck... Andy... Do it... Fuck me... Please let me... feel you inside me... Please," Simone gasped.

I stood still, using my hand to wank my cock backwards and forwards, rubbing it up and down her slit, nudging it against her clit, just separating her lips with the very end. Her hips pushed back against me, seeking to force me inside, but I did my best to keep just the minimum of contact between us. Sometimes it was difficult: we broke apart, or sometimes my head went further inside her, still just separating the lips, but definitely more than half-way in over the helmet. I hoped this didn't count as "fucking", otherwise Angela would kill me if she found out.

"God Andy.. You're so good... Come for me... I want you to come for me... I can't take much more... I need to rest.... Oh, that's good... I wish you could fuck me Andy... I want you inside me... I want you to fill me up... I want you to fuck me like no-one ever has..."

I leant over her, whispering in her ear. "Did you like it Simone? Did you like my tongue on your ass?"

"Fuck yes Andy... I'm sorry... It's something... I've wanted to do since I was young... But it's dirty... Ken wouldn't do it... I won't ask again... I just wanted to feel it once.... Sorry Andy."

"Simone, it turns me on as well. Angela and I... we have anal sex all the time... She loves it... She loves my tongue, my finger, and my cock in her tight little ass... Do you want my finger Simone?"

"Oh fucking hell Andy yes, finger me there.... Do it... I do it sometimes when I wank... Let me feel your finger inside me."

I stood up straight again, still wanking my cock up and down her lips. With my spare hand, I collected some of her juices and rubbed around her asshole, lubricating the way forward. I decided to use my thumb, due to the angle, and gradually pushed my thumb tip in, seeing her anal muscle expand to let me in.

Simone screamed into the cushions of the sofa, incoherently babbling at me. It was a delicious sight: this horny, sexy woman lost in the feelings of so many comes so quickly, and we hadn't even had sex. The feel of her wet lips sliding up and down my cock was like with Sam previously - weird because there was no real firm contact, but exquisitely firing all the nerve endings in my cock. I could feel my orgasm approaching, and told Simone I wouldn't last long.

"Come Andy... Come on me... Let me feel you... Jesus, your finger feels..... so fucking big ... back there... But I love it... Will you do it again? ... Will you finger my ass when you fuck me?.... Christ that feels good... Come on me Andy... Come on me..."

I changed my position, getting ready for my come, as I wanted to push the envelope a bit more. I withdrew my finger from her asshole, and pushed with both hands against her ass. She got the hint, and leant further forward, keeping her knees where they were but leaning more into the back of the sofa, with her back arched, thrusting her bum higher into the air. I lifted one foot up onto the sofa, still keeping my cock against her cunt, and then leant forward, my weight over her body, my hands on the back of the sofa. I lifted the other foot up as well, so I was in a crouch position, my upper body above her shoulders, my ass as far back as it could go to keep our groins in contact.

Instead of just my head rubbing against her cunt lips, now the whole length of my cock exerted pressure along her cleft, and she groaned as I started rubbing against her again. I took my weight - precariously - on one hand, and did my best to finger her ass again.

"Oh fucking hell Andy... Christ that's fucking good..."

"Can you feel how hard I am for you Simone? I'm so close.... One little push and I could be in you...."

"Oh fuck yeah, do it Andy.... Push into me... Let me feel you tear me apart...."

I could feel my come approaching quickly, so I got ready, and as both she and I approached the moment of no return, I lifted up slightly, took my finger out of her ass, and took a hold of my cock. I placed it so my head was directly against her rosebud, and started wanking.

She groaned beneath me, "So dirty Andy... But so fucking good," as she felt my head press and rub around her asshole with my wanking, our mutual juices lubricating it. It was so tempting to just push, but I had to work up to that one, I knew. One of her hands came away from the sofa and slipped down to finger herself as I wanked more, and than my come arrived. After so much excitement without any release, my orgasm was intense, my come blasting out with explosive force as I pressed against her asshole. Her own orgasm hit at the same time, my come running down between her cheeks.

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It was some time later when we could both speak, having flopped down side-by-side on the sofa.

"Jesus Andy... I've always wanted to do that... But... Christ it felt good... We've got to do it again."

"Oh, we will, have no fear."

We sat for a few moments longer.

"Did you mean what you said?" she asked, looking up at me expectantly.

"Which bit?"

"About having anal with Angela?"

A long conversation ensued then, point-for-point a duplicate of the discussions that Angela and I had held separately with Sam. How I was Angela's first, how she grew to love it despite hating it before, how we did anal frequently now, and so on.

It turned out that Simone had, as she'd hinted, often used some anal play when wanking, which she'd done often with Ken as he was not good at making her come. She'd always wanted to be fingered by him or licked by him, but he thought it was disgusting. I knew from being out with him for drink that he often joined in the boys' talk about anal or other unusual sex, often hinting that he and Simone had tried all sorts of kinky things, but it looked like it was all talk, and he actually only liked very "vanilla" sex.

As we finished that train of conversation, she looked at me and laughed joyfully.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I was just working out. You've made me come more times this evening than Ken did in, oh, fucking years. I know I'd said when you'd sucked my tits that I'd not come with that intensity in years, but it's quality AND quantity with you. No wonder Angela is willing to go to extremes to keep you. I know I would.... Jesus, I'm knackered."

She paused, and looked at me bashfully. "Thank you," she whispered, almost painfully shy.

I pulled her into a hug. "Hey, why so shy?"

"I mean it Andy. Thank you. You've done some things tonight that I thought I was never going to feel again. And some that I never thought I'd ever feel by someone else's hand. Or mouth. Oh.... you know what I mean....And you made me feel... special. I know that you're with Angela and you'll be fucking other women soon, but... it was like your whole attention was on me and me alone, now and always. You're... er... You're a great lover. Thank you."

"Simone, it wasn't all for you, you know. I did get something out of it."

"Will you... Do you want to...?"

"Do I want to do it again? God yes. It's still early!"

"Andy, no, that's not what I meant. Although I'm glad to hear it. No, I meant, will you want to keep me on your list now that we've done this?"

I looked her deep in the eye. "Simone, we've known each other for quite a few years now. Probably more than we care to admit. Back when I used to pick Daniel up from nursery, on the days that Sharon couldn't make it, I used to hope I'd bump into you. Mind you, so did every other guy, trust me. But I'm not just talking about your looks, and hoping to get a glimpse of your cleavage or ass. I liked YOU. The real you. The one I had a bit of a soft-spot for. The one that poked through occasionally when you weren't living under the cloud that Ken cast upon you. You're attractive, sensual, intelligent, friendly, and funny. And stacked beyond belief, yes, I'll admit. Keep this within these four walls: when Sharon and I went through a sexual dry spell, I used to go through a ton of tissues because of you!"

She looked down, pleased but embarrassed by my flattery.

"Why would I NOT want you on my list?... But I've got one concern."

She looked up sharply, a curious frown on her face.

"We've only got a month. As much as I'm so pleased we've gotten this close, I am in love with Angela, and I want her back for good in a year's time. One month Simone. That's the rules."

She looked away for a moment, then back at me. "OK, then let's make a plan. Here's what I want in exchange for you getting your end away with the woman you've had a crush on all these years. You owe me for giving you wanking material when you needed it, don't you agree?"

I laughed softly, and sat back, smiling at her, waiting for her demands.

"When you're free to fuck me, we're going away for a weekend. Again, Ken was tight on that front, so it'll be nice to go away for a few days away from Stephen. As much as I love him to bits, a break would be nice. I'm sure you sometimes feel the same about Daniel. And during that break, you're going to fuck me non-stop for the three days, till I'm so raw I can't take any more. Agreed?"

I nodded. "If you insist..."

"Next, we'll have sex as much as possible in that month. I've got some holiday due, so I'll be paying regular daytime visits, as well as expecting you to be available on evenings and some overnights. Unless of course it turns out that you're great with your mouth and fingers, but shit where it counts." She looked down at my cock, which was swelling again with the discussion. "But I don't think that's going to be a problem."

I nodded again, smiling.

"Third..... I loved what you did with your tongue and finger. I want more. The next guy I settle down with, if I do decide to settle down, might not like it, and I intend to grab this opportunity while I can. Can you live with my ass being a regular part of our sex-life?"

I pursed my lips as if thinking, and she slapped me. 

"Of course," I said. "It would be my pleasure."

"Fourth... The thought of you giving Angela anal sex, and her enjoying it, got me turned on. I think I might want to try it, although the size of you scares me a bit. I'll let you know if I do want to, but keep in mind that I might say no."

I nodded again. "And if you say yes, and then get scared, I'll back off without complaint, trust me."

"I know Andy. I know. Next. I want to speak to Angela first. I've only got your word that all this is true. I need more. Set up a meeting."

"OK. Fair enough."

"And finally... for now... I want to try new things. If there's anything you can think of that I might like, try it on me. Just no pain. Well, maybe a nip of my breasts with your teeth. You might have noticed I liked that. But nothing more. And no peeing or anything like that."




Anal At Last Ch. 18



The next morning, I awoke to find Angela and Simone in 69 already, their groans awakening me. My cock was rock hard with a morning woody, so I simply rubbed my eyes, stretched, and lay beside them, watching them, wanking for a bit. Simone was on top, her large tits pressed against Angela's stomach, bulging out on the sides. I could hear their tongues lapping, and could smell their arousal in the air.

I reached over to the two women's cunts, trying to slide a couple of fingers in each. Both women broke contact, letting me lubricate my fingers in each cunt, and then I slid them back, rubbing each woman's asshole. Both of them groaned, and resumed licking the other one out. I slowly rubbed each ass, gently pressing inside, feeling them both open to let me in.

However, I wanted good hard sex, so I didn't keep it up for long. Instead, I kneeled above and behind Simone, lining my cock up with her cunt. Angela helped out, taking a hold of me and guiding me in. I pushed hard, most of my cock entering Simone before I had to stop, easing back. She grunted beneath me, "Fuck, Andy, you're big.... Do it again... Let me feel you all the way." I pulled back, and then pushed in the final amount, bottoming out, my balls dangling against Angela's face. She flicked out her tongue, licking my balls as I enjoyed Simone's hot cunt for a while.

I reached my hand down, and slid my finger tip, still wet with Angela's juices, into Simone's ass, feeling her cunt tighten around me as her muscles responded. She groaned, momentarily pausing her feast on Angela's cunt, and then resumed again, her head bobbing with the motions of her tongue.

I started fucking Simone, nice and slowly, long strokes, feeling every ripple in her cunt walls as my swollen head traveled her depths. Simone kept pace with me, licking my balls again each time I had my entire length in Simone.

Simone's hips pushed back against me as I bottomed out, urging my cock as deep as it could go, and Angela's hand reached round to take my hand away from Simone's ass. Instead, Angela used her own hand, placing her fingertips at Simone's cunt as I withdrew from her, smearing Simone's juices around my woman's fingers, and then as I pushed back in, Angela spread those juices up to Simone's ass, pushing a finger in, and I could see Simone's ass start to get use to it, Angela needing to push less each time she pushed.

I started to fuck Simone faster, excited by seeing Angela fingering the other woman's ass. Angela started using two fingers, no longer spreading Simone's juice around, just finger-fucking that lovely butt beneath me. Simone was moaning in time with our fucking, and I could feel Angela's fingers pressing against my cock as I pushed into the hot channel I was fucking.

We carried on like this for a while, maybe ten minutes, Angela telling me to go slowly, to not come yet, Simone moaning wordlessly into Angela's cunt as she licked it. Angela started using three fingers in Simone's ass, the muscle stretching deliciously to accommodate them. I leant forward over the women, whispering in Simone's ear as I fucked her.

"Simone honey, that's three fingers in that tight little ass of yours... Three fingers stretching you wide... And you're managing fine... Does it feel good? Do you like your ass stretched like that?"

She pulled away from Angela's cunt, and turned her head to one side. "Oh fuck yeah that's good... Keep on fucking me Andy... Fill me up... " I leaned over more, and we kissed as best we could given our positions, Angela's juices coating her mouth.

"Do you want more Simone? Do you want more in your ass?"

"Oh fuck yes.... Do it Andy... Fuck me... Come in my ass..." She went back to licking out Angela.

I leaned up again, and I looked down again at Simone's cute ass, her anus filled with three of Angela's fingers, and thought I would actually give it a shot today, even if she had just said that out of excitement. Maybe not my full length, but.... I loved the idea of coming in Simone's ass, and having Angela lick it out. So I started to fuck Simone harder, letting my own come approach, seeing her asshole loosen more under Angela's ministrations.

Eventually, I could feel my come about almost there, and I pulled out. Angela immediately took a hold of my cock with her spare hand, pulling it down towards her. I tilted my hips to let her, rather than strain something with my cock being forced so far down, and she took me as deep into her mouth as she could, sucking Simone's juices of me. Then she pulled me from her mouth, and she told me to go into her bag for the lube. I got it out, slapped some on my throbbing cock, and poured some onto Simone's ass, letting Angela rub it around and inside the younger woman's ass. Simone groaned as Angela's fingers opened her up again.

Then I crouched over them again, and Angela lined me up with Simone's ass, at the same time going back to licking out Simone's pussy. As my cock head touched Angela's fingers, she withdrew them - causing Simone to moan in disappointment - and pushed my cock-head to touch Simone's asshole. Her rectum flinched as we touched, and she moaned "Do it Andy... Go slow, but fuck my ass... Let me feel you in me... Come in my virgin ass."

I pressed in gently, feeling and seeing her rectum clench in response. Angela let go of my cock, and I took over, holding it, pressing it forward, seeing her flesh dimple as it resisted. Then Angela slapped Simone's butt, hard, the sound of it ringing out. Her asshole relaxed momentarily, and my cock head went in, although with some difficulty, her rectal muscles snapping over my head as the widest point got in. Simone grunted beneath me, her back muscles tightening as she strained to let me in.

Angela's hands settled on Simone's ass, spreading them, fingertips touching my cock as it got used to Simone's ass, and vice versa. I waited, letting Simone adjust, hearing her moan as Angela licked her out more. One of Angela's hands slid up the length of my cock and started wanking me, in the same way Samantha had wanked me whilst I was in Angela's ass.

Then, a bit later, I felt her Simone back at me. Angela pulled away from Simone's sopping cunt, and murmured, "Simone honey, push out, I know it's not nice, but think about taking a shit... Push out in the same way. It works for me... He's so big, isn't he? ... It's so sexy watching you take a cock in your ass for the first time Simone... I wish you could see it."

Angela then went back to licking out the blonde sexy woman with my cock in her ass, and I felt Simone push out, her asshole loosening. I waited, and then pushed slowly on, getting another two inches in her. I could feel her sphincter tighten around me, and stopped pushing. Instead, I pulled out a bit, till my head was pulling against her sphincter. She groaned beneath me, and Angela used one hand to get more juices from Simone's cunt and spread them around the top of my column and Simone's anus. I pushed in again, feeling Simone push back again.

We kept this up. Me fucking a couple of inches into Simone's tight ass, Angela spreading Simone's juices around my cock and Simone's asshole, while licking her cunt. Simone started to go wild, pushing back to meet me, her asshole loosening up, her head tossing as she writhed in ecstasy. Angela went back to just holding the other woman's cheeks apart, and pulling them down, ensuring that she could carry on licking out Simone's cunt. I could smell Simone's excitement in the air, the odour of her cunt juice adding to my excitement.

I let my orgasm build, not even trying to hold back, and told Simone to get ready. 

"Come in my ass Andy... It's so fucking good... Ah Angela... Let him do me again... Don't let it end in a month... So good... Fuck me... Come in me..."

I started my vinegar strokes, short sharp ones, probing her asshole deeper each time, feeling her stretch as she got used to me. As I got to the point of no return, Angela told me to come in Simone's ass, and I let go, my come shooting into the depths of Simone's bowels, as she came as well, screaming into Angela's groin. I pushed as deep as I could as I came, her asshole tightening around me, as my cock pulsed.

After a while, when I was able to pull out, I did so, my cock still relatively hard. I stood up, and urged Simone off Angela. She willingly dropped to the bed, and I turned around, lay on Angela, and sunk my still-turgid cock fully into her cunt. She groaned beneath me. "Oh, that's it... Andy, you dirty bastard... Fucking my cunt after being in her ass... You must think I'm such a slut... Oh, so good baby... And I am... I'm your slut... I'll do whatever you want... Now fuck me, make me come."

I put my all into it, knowing my semi-hard-on would not last long - it never does when I first wake up, as the need to pee consumes me. Her legs wrapped around me, meeting at my back, and her arms came around my shoulders, pulling me in. Her hips worked, meeting me thrust for thrust, and I could tell she wasn't far away. I put even more into it, pulling reserves from somewhere, fucking her as hard as we ever had before.

My cock ploughed her depths, flashing in and out, and she bucked beneath me, her hand coming down between us to finger her clit. I started curling my hips, pushing my cock against her g-spot, and she grunted beneath me. "Baby... Fuck me... I love it when you take me like this... Show me... Show me who owns me... Show me I'm yours... Make me come on your big cock baby... Make Simone suck my come off you... That's it... Oh god baby here it comes... I fucking love your cock... Oh god..."

She came then, her legs tensing around me, her hips pushing me off the bed, her cunt spasming. I let her ride through it a bit, and then flopped down on the bed between the two girls, my cock now definitely deflating, the need to pee taking over.

Simone, more recovered now, leaned over and took my cock in her mouth, licking the combined juices of my come, her ass, and Angela's cunt off me, swallowing them all down. Then she came up and kissed me, whispering that she loved my cock in her ass, that we'll do it again, that she wanted more next time.

But then reality hit. "Shit," she said. "The kids. We'd better get ready for them getting up."

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Angela left quickly before the kids got up, promising to shower at home so that she was fresh for seeing me later in the day.

Simone and I had a few minutes cuddle, and then she went downstairs to greet the kids while I showered, reminiscing on the night's experiences, and fantasising about similar events in future. I wondered what Charlie would make of Simone being my first "other woman", and suddenly panicked when I realised I would probably have to tell Sam about Simone. I didn't expect her to take it too well.

Simone, Stephen, Daniel, and I spent the morning together, going swimming at the boy's insistence. Simone and I kept flirting with each other: flaunting our bodies when the kids weren't looking; secretly fondling each other when we were "playing chase"; and so on. I caught one of the lifeguards watching us carefully. Or maybe he was just watching Simone's tits, as they were looking mighty fine in her costume.

In the afternoon, Simone offered to keep Daniel at her place, giving Angela and I some quiet time, so I took her up on the offer, and Daniel was more than happy to spend the rest of the day, including overnight, with Stephen. It was a warm day, so Simone even suggested that they camp out in her back garden overnight in tents, which the boys just loved.

When I got back home, I phoned Angela.

"Hey babe, have you tired her out already?" she joked.

"Not at all, we've been good all morning."

"Really?" She sounded surprised. "In that case, you should have enough energy for me to come over tonight then? Or have you got Sam in your diary already?"

"Nope. I'm all yours. Till tomorrow afternoon. Daniel's staying with Stephen and Simone again."

I could hear her smile as she spoke. "Oh, goody goody. I'll have to think of something special to do by way of celebration.... How's about I come over at about five or six. You can cook me dinner, then we'll celebrate...."

"That'll be great. But why so late, what have you got on this afternoon?"

"Just sorting out stuff in the house ready for the move; packing things away that I'm not leaving once I rent it out; that sort of thing."

"Need a hand?"

She thought about it. "Maybe tomorrow to move some heavy stuff. I'd rather just get on with it today and having you around would... distract me."

"Now, Angela, you say that as if it's a bad thing!"

"No, I don't mean the sex, which would be nice. But I do need to get on with things, and if you're continually asking 'Do you want this?' or 'Where does this go?'. I'll get nothing done."

"Fair enough," I agreed. "In that case, I shall break out the cookery books and make sure I've got everything in for something special."

We wrapped up the call, and I sat down in front of the TV for a while, desperately trying to find something good to watch. However, the normal shit Saturday TV was on, so I sat and read for a while. Or at least, I tried to, but couldn't keep my attention on it, as I kept thinking of Angela, Simone, Sam, Peter, Charlie, and all the various combinations that we could be enjoying soon.

So, I decided to take matters into my own hand... by picking up some lube, a vibrator, and driving to Angela's.

She looked surprised that I was there when she answered the door, but she let me in, and lead me into the living room, leaving me to close the door behind me. The room was messy - stuff in piles all over the place.

But my attention was on Angela: worn jeans, a few rips in them at the usual places (obviously they were her jeans for messy work); pale blue light denim shirt on, nicely undone at the cleavage, hanging loose, presumably as she was hot from the work.

I excused myself, saying I had to urgently use her toilet, and then I went upstairs. I stripped off, and quickly wanked myself to a good hard-on. Taking the lube and vibrator from my jacket pocket, I lubed up both myself and the vibe, and took all the items back downstairs with me, throwing my clothes on the floor at the bottom of the stairs and bringing the lube and vibe with me.

She was facing away from me when I entered the room, so I walked over without saying anything, stood directly behind her, took a hold of her hands, and silently lead her over the sofa, facing it, and pushed her forward, forcing her to catch her weight on her hands, her ass stuck out. "Oh!" she uttered as she fell, catching a sight of my naked and aroused state.

I threw the vibrator onto the sofa near her, and reached around her to undo her jeans and yanked them down her legs quite roughly. She softly cried out, but didn't move other than to part her thighs to help me out. I used one hand to press down on her lower back, holding her in place, whilst I wanked a bit, getting plenty of lube spread around my cock and hand.

I pulled her panties to one side, exposing her asshole. They weren't the sexiest underwear I'd ever seen, but as she wasn't expecting me, that was hardly surprising. Then I spread some lube around her asshole. She groaned, wriggling back into me, saying "Oh Andy, I love it when you're so demanding!"

I slapped her ass, hard. "Shut it bitch!" She yelped a bit, looking over her shoulder as I lined my cock up with her cunt and pushed, firmly, feeling her cunt strain to take me without any natural lubrication, but unable to resist due to the lube I'd put on. She grunted, breathing through the stretch as I forced my cock into her tight, dry, channel.

When I'd gotten all the way in, I started pulling out again, while pushing my thumb into her ass, just using the lubrication I'd spread there earlier. She grunted again, her breath hissing in as I pushed it deeper. 

As I fucked her, I could feel her own juices quickly start to spread, so I began to fuck her harder. Her cunt became looser, as did her asshole, and she started responding to me.

"Oh fuck Andy, take me - Oh!" she yelled again as I slapped her ass again, her flesh turning red with the force of it.

"Didn't I tell you to shut it? You're loving it, aren't you bitch? You love a good hard prick stuffed in you. God, look at you, creaming yourself with nine solid inches of cock in you. Well, I'm going to be doing this more often, using you to get myself off, so make sure you wear some sexier panties all the time, you little slut. What do you call these? Are they your grannies?"

I reached forward, grabbing hold of her shoulders with my spare hand, pulling her roughly onto my cock as I fucked her, and I could tell she was getting turned on real fast. She tried to bring a hand up to her cunt to finger herself, but I let go of her shoulder and pulled her hand back onto the sofa, and then resumed pulling her onto my cock by the shoulder.

She got the hint, and stood there silently, bent over whilst I well and truly fucked her. Very quickly, she started to moan urgently under her breath, and I could tell her orgasm was nearing, so I pushed another finger into her asshole. She moaned beneath me, her head tossing as I fucked her, her hips pushing back at me.

"Look at you. You're about to come. You fucking love being taken like this, don't you bitch? You love a good hard cock in you, any time, any place, any hole. You're my little slut, willing to bend over and take it any way I say."

Shortly afterwards, she came, her legs buckling slightly, her weight held up partly by her hands, and partly by my hard cock in her cunt. I didn't wait, simply pulling out and using her juices to add extra lubrication to my cock as I then lined it up with her asshole and slowly pushed, delighting in the sight of her anus opening up willingly to let me in.

I edged forward, slowly gaining ground, feeling her anal canal stretch to admit me. She was groaning into the back of the sofa. "Jesus, look at you. I've hardly even warmed you up, and still you take a big cock up your ass and you're groaning in pleasure."

I told her to use the vibrator. She looked at it, groaned, and reached for it, turning it on. She started running it up and down her lips and clit. "Push it in," I commanded her.

"Oh god," she moaned, as she did as she was told, her asshole tightening again round my cock. The vibrations traveled through her to assault my cock, making my knees tremble.

"I'm going to come in your ass you little slut. Look at you, bent over the sofa with my cock stuffed up your ass and a vibrator in your cunt, and you're still getting turned on -"

"God yes, Andy, fu- Oh!" I slapped her again, once on each cheek, as she started speaking.

"Shut it, slut. Just shut up and take my cock up your ass. I'm going to come in your ass, and leave you here to clean yourself up. I just wanted to get off, and I thought of your slutty holes and how they would do till I can see Simone again. Maybe I'll make you watch while I make love to her, and you can imagine what it would be like if I treat you as something more than my own personal slut. I'll give you this vibrator back so you can wank while I have sex with a real woman, then when she's come as many times as she wants to, I'll come in her and make you lick my come out of her, until she comes again on your face...."

She was moaning intensely, but quietly now, her hips pushing back against me to get me further into her ass, and I could feel my own orgasm approaching.

"Then I'll bring Peter in and he can fuck her ass, and I'll make her sit on your face and you'll suck his come out of her asshole, while I fuck her again, her juices dribbling down onto your face..."

I could feel her asshole clenching around me, a sure sign that she was getting close.

"Then Pete and I will fuck you together, using you, fucking our little personal whore, my cock in your ass and his in your cunt, letting Simone see what a whore you are to let two men fuck you. And we'll both come in you, filling you with our juices."




Anal At Last Ch. 18



"And then I'm taking you out, with a short little skirt and no knickers, out on the town to some seedy nightclub, letting all the other people see what a cheap slut you are, two men's come dribbling from both your holes. I'll sit you down at a table, spread your legs, and make you wank, fingers in both your holes, so that everyone can see how easily you get off when exposed like that, and how much I fucking own you..."

That took her over the edge, and she started shaking, her orgasm coming hard and fast, sweat breaking out along her spine. I started pumping her ass hard, aiming to come fast, and within a few pushes, I did so, helped by her own spasms and the vibrations, my come spurting into her ass.

I fucked her for a few more strokes, and then pulled out, her asshole clenching shut behind me, and she collapsed onto the sofa. I went out to the stairs, pulled on my clothes - legs trembling a bit - and left, leaving her to her own devices.

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En route back to my place, my phone beeped with a new text: "You fucking bastard. You'll pay for that tonight. I'm going to be so bad to you...."

I laughed to myself, and when I got back home, I texted back: "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it."

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I mooched around the house for the rest of the afternoon, not really doing much. I popped to the shops to get some bits and pieces for dinner, but that was about it. Just watched a movie, read some, and most importantly, enjoyed the piece and quiet without Daniel being around. At one point, I texted Simone to say "Thanks again for looking after Daniel all night. I hope he's behaving himself. I'll make it up to you soon."

Later on, she came back: "How about Monday daytime? I'm off the afternoon to take Daniel to the dentist. Will drop him back at school. Can pop around afterwards?"

I replied "Can't wait!"

A bit later, she also replied: "Me neither... Been thinking about how good you felt in me this morning. Hope you've got lube."

Angela arrived about 5:30, bringing an overnight bag with her. "Planning on staying the night, are we?", I asked, a smile on my face.

"Maybe. You bore me so badly, I'll probably fall asleep on the sofa, and I hate having to drive home when I've already been asleep."

"Oh, that's OK, I'll take you home. Mind you, you might enjoy that, judging by how much you enjoyed being taken by me earlier."

She grinned at me, and came up to me to give me a hug, kissing my neck. "That was so good baby... I loved the way you just took me, used me for your own pleasure. I... I'm going to miss you while I'm away."

I pulled her closer. "And me you Angela... And me you." We kissed, passionately but not sexually, and then we went into the living room. I put some background music on, and we chatted, catching up on her move, her plans for the US, and so on.

At one point, the conversation dried up. She looked at me, slightly sad. "Listen, Andy. They've finally given me a definite date.... It's only three weeks till I start."

"Jesus, that came around quick."

"I know baby. I'm so sorry."

I pulled her into another hug. "Hey, now. It's not your fault. We've discussed this. It's absolutely the right thing to do, and it will be over quickly. Besides, if it's only three weeks till you go away, then it's not long before I get to come visit you there, and we get to have a holiday - of sorts - together."

She kissed me. "Well, it's three weeks till I start. I'm torn between leaving at the last minute and arriving jet-lagged, but having more time with you, versus leaving a few days earlier to give me time to recover, but that'll mean less time with you."

"And more time for me, Sam, and Simone," I joked. "So where's the problem?"

She slapped my leg. "You rotter." She paused. "Would you mind if I left earlier? Seriously?"

"Of course not. There's no point arriving and being half-asleep all the time."

"OK, thanks baby. I'll maybe leave on the Wednesday then. That'll give me four days to recover and get my bearings."

"OK. That's sorted then. Let me know what time the flight is, and I'll make sure I've not got any meetings arranged. I want to make sure you get on that plane and then I'm going to come a-running to one of my other ladies."

She slapped my leg again, laughing gently with me. Then she pulled my arm around her shoulders, and just cuddled into me, both of us sitting in silence. I kissed the top of her head, thinking about how much I was going to miss her. Sure, it would be fun to have Simone and Sam around, but it wouldn't be the same. I was very conflicted, as I guess most people are in this situation: should I keep quiet about how much I would miss her, to make things easier for her; or say something, and let her know that I really was going to miss her, but that would probably make things more difficult for her. On the other hand, if I didn't say something about missing her, she might think that I wasn't going to miss her at all.

Then she sat up. "Well? Isn't it about time you started cooking?"

I stood up, and wandered into the kitchen. "Oh, it's OK Angela, you just sit on your flabby ass. I'll do all the work."

She barked a laugh at me. "Can't hear you. Must be all the hot air coming from the kitchen."

I chuckled to myself whilst pouring some wine for us to drink. When I took it into the living room, Angela wasn't there. I left the wine on the coffee table, figuring that she'd popped up to use the bathroom.

A few minutes later, she called again from the living room while I was preparing the food. "Andy, just one thing. We're not having sex till we go to bed. And I mean after ten o'clock. Agreed?"

"Whatever," I said, knowing that whatever her game was, she was sure to want sex before then.

I carried on chopping away. A little while later, I heard her come into the kitchen behind me. "Does this look OK, Daddy?" she said in a simpering voice.

I turned. Fuck me. She'd let her hair down, and was wearing a schoolgirl uniform. A short grey pleated skirt. Black pullover on top of a white blouse. Grey knee-length socks, and a black and yellow striped tie hanging inside the pullover. Black plain shoes. And I'm guessing a wonder-bra underneath it all, to judge by her more-than-usually prominent tits.

I stared, licking my lips, taking it in. She span quickly, letting the skirt flare out, exposing most of her toned thighs. "I think that will do fine," I said, looking forward to where this was going to go. 

She flounced her way over to me, looking at the ingredients. She picked up a carrot, sucking it into her mouth. "Mmm. I do like a nice hard carrot," she said, staring at me innocently. 

"That'll be enough, young lady," I said sternly, playing the game. "You'll spoil your dinner if you eat any more."

She pouted her lip, and flounced her way back towards the living room. But as she did so, she dropped her carrot. "Oops," she said, as she bent over - ass towards me - to pick it up. She had a thong on, nicely framing the cheeks of her ass.

"Young lady!" I said.

She stopped dead, still bent over. "Yes Daddy."

"What are you wearing?"

"I don't know what you mean Daddy."

"Where are the nice white knickers you're supposed to wear with your school uniform?"

She straightened up and turned to face me, looking embarrassed. "I got them dirty, Daddy," she said quietly.

"Dirty? How?"

"Daddy, don't make me tell you."

"How?"

"Please Daddy, it's embarrassing."

"Tell me now young lady."

"Well... Daddy, please don't be cross... I went for a lie down after school today, before you got in from work, and I had a dream, and it made my knickers dirty."

"What sort of dream?"

"It was about you Daddy."

"Me? What was I doing?"

"Oh, nothing Daddy! Honest. You were just giving me a hug and a kiss, like you always do. Well, lots of kisses actually."

"And that made your knickers dirty?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Hmmm. I don't really understand how that made your knickers dirty. But OK - just don't let it happen again."

"Oh Daddy, thank you." She ran across to me to give her a hug, pressing her thigh between mine and her bra-enhanced breasts into me. "I thought you would be so angry," she whispered.

"Well, normally, I would be, but I know you didn't mean any harm, so it's not a problem. Just make sure ... make sure that you only wear these new knickers around Daddy."

"You want me to wear them every time I'm around you, Daddy? But why?"

"Oh no, my little girl. I mean, if you HAVE to wear them, it should only be around me."

"Oh Daddy. I'm so silly. I thought you wanted me to wear these all the time I'm at home. And I don't have enough for that. I mean, you would have to take me shopping to get some more. Will you do that Daddy? Will you take me shopping and help me try on some new clothes? But I hate walking out of the cubicle into the main area, so you'll need to come into the cubicle with me whilst I get changed. Would that be OK Daddy? Do you promise not to look whilst I try my new panties on?"

"Only if you're good. You need to earn the right to have new clothes, you know that."

"Oh I'll be VERY good Daddy, just you wait and see."

She bounced off to the living room again.

I carried on making dinner, a nice quick one from one of Nigella Lawson's recipe books. Jesus, that Nigella is horny, I thought as I cooked. All flirty and dirty. Carrying some weight but carrying it well. Nice tits. And a lovely 'posh-totty voice'. She could cook for me any time.

I served up, and carried the plates through to the living room. She was laying on the floor, reading a book, facing away from me on her front. Her legs were bent at the knees, feet in the air above her bum, thighs spread, and I could see the place where her thighs met

"Young lady, what did I tell you about keeping your legs together when you're wearing a skirt?"

She leaped up, smiling secretly. "I'm sorry Daddy, I forgot. Will you punish me?"

"No, not this time, just sit and eat your dinner nicely."

We sat at the dining table, and ate the meal, all the time play-acting. She spoke about what she was doing at school, what her friends were into, and then she spoke about Peter.

"... so when Simone and I met Peter after school on Tuesday, we - "

"On Tuesday? But you said you were at piano practice."

She caught on quick. "Oh! I was Daddy. Honest!"

"So when did you meet Simone and Peter?" I liked the way she'd brought them into it, and wondered where she would go from here.

"Oh... er... Well... Before the lesson. They came with me."

"They went with you?"

"Yes Daddy."

"But when I picked you up, you were alone."

"Yes Daddy. They... er... they left early. They just wanted to hear me play for a bit."

I walked over to the coffee table, and picked up my mobile.

"Who are you phoning, Daddy?" she asked, sounding nervous.

"Peter's dad. To see if he agrees."

"Oh no! Don't daddy. Please don't"

"Why not young lady? Are you lying to me?"

"I'm sorry Daddy. I didn't mean to."

"Come here," I said, pulling my chair away from the table, and sitting down on it, patting my lap.

Angela smiled to herself, and came over to me, head hanging down. "Are you going to punish me Daddy?"

I pulled her down onto my lap, sitting her on me. She frowned, a bit curious.

"Not yet. Tell me what really happened. Tell me everything. What happened with Simone and Peter? What did you get up to?"

"I didn't get up to anything Daddy!", she exclaimed. "But..."

"But what?"

"Well... We didn't really go to the lesson. Simone and Peter wanted to show me something secret, and I ... I skipped the lesson. They showed me it. And... And then I ran to the place where you pick me up after the lesson."

"What did they show you?"

"Please Daddy, don't make me tell you. It... It was a secret."

"What was it, Angela my dear?"

"Well, they kissed each other."

"And?"

"And Peter got all ... excited."

"What do you mean, excited?"

"Well, his... oh Daddy, I can't say it."

"Say it Angela. Tell me what happened."

"His ... willy... got all stiff. It was scary."

"How do you know it got stiff?"

She wriggled about on my lap, moving her ass against me deliciously. "Simone got it out of his trousers."

"Did she now? Then what happened?"

"Well, Simone rubbed it a bit while they kissed. And... And white stuff came out of it. A lot of it. It spurted up in the air and all over Simone's hand and arm."

"White stuff? Have you seen this before?"

"Never Daddy. Never."

"Honestly, Angela? How can I be sure you're not lying to me?"

"No Daddy, it's the truth."

"OK. Has this happened again?"

"Only once Daddy, but... Oh Daddy, I've been so bad. I deserve to be punished."

"I'll decide that. What happened?"

"Well, Simone wasn't well on Wednesday, so Peter and I ate lunch together. And he made me..."

"Made you what Angela? What did that nasty boy make my little girl do?"

"He made me get his... his willy out... and rub it like Simone did."

"And did the white stuff come out again?"

"Yes Daddy, it did. But it was worse than that. He made me do it under the table in the middle of the canteen at school, at lunchtime, and... I had nothing to wipe myself on... So I had to... Oh Daddy... I had to lick the white stuff off my own hand."

"Did you? What on earth did it taste like?"

"Well, kind of salty. But ..."

"But what?"

"But it made me feel good when I swallowed it down. Is that bad? Will you punish me?"

"No Angela my love, I won't." She looked a bit cross then, but bit it back. "It wasn't your fault. Peter was the naughty one. I'll have words with his dad next time I see him."

"Oh no Daddy, please don't. Please don't. What happened with his Dad wasn't his fault either!"

"What do you mean? What happened with his Dad?"

"Well," said Angela, wriggling her ass on my growing cock. "I went to see Peter's Daddy on Wednesday after school - remember I said I had hockey practice - and I told him about Peter's willy getting hard. I thought he should know so that he could send Peter to the doctors to get better."

"Did you? And what happened?"

"Well, it happened to Peter's dad as well. His willy got stiff while I was telling him. He asked me to... Oh Daddy, I feel so naughty... he asked me to show him what I did with Peter. So I got his cock out of... Oh! Daddy! I'm sorry - that's what he called it, his cock. It was much bigger than Peter's. So I got his cock out of his trousers, and started rubbing it like I'd done with Peter. He started breathing all funny, and he stopped me at one point, saying he didn't want to make a mess. He told me that as I had licked the white stuff off my hand when I was with Peter, I should cut out the middle-man and just suck it straight down. He made me put my mouth over the end and carry on rubbing it, and the white stuff went straight into my mouth. There was such a lot of it Daddy. I couldn't swallow it all. Some of it dribbled down the side of my mouth. I felt so naughty Daddy, especially as I lied to you about hockey practice later. I think I should be punished Daddy!"

"Oh no Angela. Again, it wasn't your fault. Peter and his dad are naughty."

"But Daddy, what about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I... I can feel your willy. And it's hard as well. Are you naughty?"

I smiled at her. "Well, maybe Angela."

She paused, licked her lips, and breathed, "Do you want to try it Daddy? Just to see what it feels like?"

"Do you mean you want to rub me and see if I make this white stuff as well?"

"Yes Daddy, but only if you want to."

I pretended to think about it for a few moments. "Well, maybe."

She slid off my lap, and slowly undid my zip, reaching in to pull my cock out. "Oh Daddy, it's so big. I can't get it out."

"Here, let me stand up, and you can try again." I stood up, and undid the belt and button of my jeans. She reached in, and pulled out my throbbing cock.

"Oh Daddy. It's so much bigger than Peter and his Daddy and all of the other boys. It's - " She stopped, gasping. "Oh Daddy, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say anything about the other boys."

"What other boys, Angela?"

"Well, after seeing how much Peter and his daddy seemed to like what I did, I spoke to a few other boys at school to see if their cocks - I mean, their willies - got hard as well, and they all said yes. I told them that I'd rubbed Peter and his dad's cocks - I mean, willies - and the white stuff had come out, and I asked if theirs did the same. They didn't know, so they asked me to rub them... and they all had the white stuff come out."

"Angela, that was naughty of you. It's not your fault if Peter and his daddy got you to do it, but asking other boys without them mentioning it first was quite naughty. Please don't do it again."

"I'm sorry Daddy. I suppose it was particularly naughty when I asked two of them together about it. I had to kneel down between them and rub them at the same time, one in each hand. They were very stiff Daddy - just like you daddy, but not as big - but their white stuff tasted quite nice as well." As she said this, she started wanking me slowly.

"Did you taste them both?"

"Yes Daddy. I didn't want to get it on their school uniforms. Or mine.... Oh look Daddy, I can get two hands around your stiff willy, and -"

"Call it a cock, Angela," I said as she wanked me.

"I can get two hands round your... your cock Daddy.... Do you want me to swallow your white stuff?"

"No Angela. Too much of it can make you unwell."

"But what will I do?"

"Well, just let it come out. Mind you, you'd better take your blouse off in case you get it stained."

She smiled at me, sliding her jumper over her head. She undid her tie, and then slowly, seductively undid her blouse. As she undid the last button, I took in her enhanced cleavage, reveling in the sight of her soft flesh. She let her blouse slide to the floor behind her.

"So, Daddy, one of the boys asked me to put my mouth on his cock long before his white stuff came out... Oh, Daddy, your cock is so big and hard... and he asked me to lick it like an ice cream. He seemed to like it. Do you want me to do the same?"

"Not this time Angela."

"Oh Daddy, do you mean we'll do this another time?"

"Maybe. It depends on how naughty you are. I can't have you going around school speaking to boys about their cocks and their white stuff. If you're curious about that sort of thing, ask me, as I'll be able to tell you without you looking silly for not knowing anything."

"Oh, thank you Daddy!" she cried with joy. "Will you teach me everything you know? I want to learn more Daddy. Like... One of the boys said to the other one that he'd like to put his cock... well... in between my legs. Apparently he thought I would love it there every day. What did he mean Daddy? Will you show me?"

She was wanking me nice and fast now, obviously intending to bring me to a quick orgasm. I could smell her arousal in the air as well, and desperately wanted to push her to the floor and fuck her hard, but I was enjoying this game too much.

"Yes... Angela... God that's good... I'll show you."

"Is it really that good Daddy? Are you sure you don't want me to lick you like the other boy did?"

"OK... Just a little bit."

She smiled up at me, and then, gazing into my eyes, opened her mouth wide and took me in, swallowing my entire head into her hot mouth, her tongue running around my head. I groaned, and started fucking her mouth, holding the back of her head as she bobbed up and down on my cock whilst her hand still wanked me.

It didn't take long before I was about to come, which I told her. She pulled off my cock. "Oh Daddy... Are you going to spill your white stuff? .. Should I swallow it down all the way so that it doesn't go on the carpet?"

"Yes, I've changed my mind. Swallow it. Swallow it all down..."




Anal At Last Ch. 18



She took my cock back into her mouth and resumed sucking me as she wanked me with both her hands, and within a few strokes, my cock pulsed, sending my come into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, pulling it out of me as I held her mouth on my cock, panting through my come. 

When she'd gotten the last of my come from me, she withdrew from my cock and opened her mouth, tilting her head downwards, my come still there, dribbling over her lips and down onto her blouse. Then she looked up at me and closed her mouth, swallowing obviously, her eyes closing as she took it down into her stomach.

Then she opened her eyes, looked down at her blouse, and started undoing it, saying "Oh Daddy, I'm so sorry... I got some of your white stuff on my bra... I didn't mean to, but there was so much of it. I couldn't hold it all in my mouth. You make so much more than the other boys, and even more than Peter's dad. I'd better take it off..."

"Stop, little lady. That bra... well it's meant for older girls... Have you been wearing it a lot?"

"Well Daddy... I did wear it to school on Thursday. I think the boys liked it when I rubbed them while wearing it. And Mr Price, my history teacher, he seemed to spend a lot of time helping me that day. I'm sure I caught him looking down my blouse. Do you think the bra could have done that?"

"I don't think it was just the bra," I said, tucking my cock back inside my trousers.

"Oh Daddy, you're so rude. Do you mean my... my titties? Are they nice? Do you like looking at them? Mr Price did seem to. In fact, at one point, he leaned over me to correct something, and he brushed against them. Do you think it was an accident?"

"I'm sure it was. Remember what I said about the thong, and only wearing it at home with Daddy, maybe you should only wear that bra at home with Daddy as well."

She stood up and twirled before me. "Do I look nice Daddy? Do I look like a young woman?"

"Well, you can't be a woman yet. There are some things a girl has to do before she becomes a young woman, and you can't possibly have done them yet."

"What things Daddy? Please tell me. I so want to be a young woman. Tell me what to do Daddy!" She leaned over to give me a hug.

"Well, young lady. It's like this. You know by now that all boys have got willies... let's call them cocks, shall we? ... and young ladies have got...." I left the sentence hanging.

"We've got... fannies Daddy. I hope that's not too rude of me."

"Not at all. See, to become a lady you have to have a boys cock inside your .. your fanny. Well, when you get older like me, you call it a 'cunt'. You have to have a cock inside your cunt."

"Daddy! Your cock wouldn't fit inside my... Well, it just wouldn't fit!"

"You'd be surprised. A girl's cunt it made to fit a boy's cock very nicely. As long as you don't rush it. You need to find a boy - or a man - who will be gentle with you. Who won't rush it."

"Oh, Daddy. Where will I find someone like that? The boys at school, even Peter, are so ... rough sometimes. Why, just today, when Peter was feeling me down there, he pushed his fingers inside and they felt so big -"

"Peter was feeling you there?"

She hung her head down. "Yes Daddy."

"Why?"

"Daddy, don't make me tell. Please."

"Why, Angela?"

She paused. "I asked him to."

"Whatever for Angela?"

"Well, I wanted to see if I could make some white stuff as well."

"And did you?"

"Well, after a while, it did feel nice, but no white stuff came out. But I think I peed myself, as Peter's hand was very wet when he finished."

"That wasn't pee, that was what girls do instead of the white stuff.... That was very naughty of you Angela."

"I know Daddy, but I was curious. Are you going to punish me now?" She looked up at me, expectantly.

"I don't want to, but I think I'll have to, to teach you a lesson. You shouldn't let other boys touch you down there."

"Other boys Daddy? So is it OK if you touch me down there?"

"Of course Angela. Like I said earlier, if you are curious about that sort of thing, come and see me."

"Oh Daddy. Will you touch me there now and make me feel nice?"

"Not yet Angela, you need to be punished. Come here, lay over my knees."

She got up and got over my knees, obediently. Her skirt, short as it was, rode up, exposing her tight little ass and the thong that was tight between her cheeks. I reached down to lift her skirt up totally off her ass, and gently spread her cheeks. The thong sat square over her rosebud, bisecting it, and I could just see the crinkle of her rectum on each side.

"Oh Daddy, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing Angela. Just admiring your bottom."

"Is it nice Daddy? Peter said it was nice when he kissed me there."

"Peter kissed your bottom?"

"Daddy, I couldn't help it. It was after he put his fingers in my fan- I mean, in my cunt. He pushed me onto a chair so I was leaning over it, and then he started kissing my bottom all over."

"All over?"

"Yes Daddy. First one cheek, then the other cheek."

"Did he kiss you in-between? Did you like it?"

"Oh no Daddy! That would be very naughty! What do you mean, did I like it? Is it nice when someone kisses you in between your bottom cheeks?"

"Well, maybe you'll find out later Angela. But first, get ready. You need to be punished for being so naughty."

She wriggled around on my lap, and I brought my hand down. SLAP!

Her cheeks jiggled nicely beneath me, and she let out a high-pitched yelp. "Oh Daddy! That's so sore."

SLAP! My handprint was left on her other butt.

"Daddy! I'm so sorry. Please don't punish me any more."

"You need to be punished Angela. You've been very bad." SLAP!

She moaned beneath me.

SLAP! I left my hand on her ass this time, feeling the heat coming off it. She tensed her butt cheeks beneath me.

SLAP! She groaned again, and I felt her hand come up to her cunt.

"Angela, what are you doing?"

"I... I'm just checking Daddy. I feel very wet down there. I wondered if I was bleeding, and I don't want to get any mess on you."

"Let me check."

I slid my hand around her ass, underneath her, and ran it under her thong, sliding my finger up her slit. She moaned and squirmed on my lap. I brought my hand out. "No blood Angela, so why are you feeling wet?"

"I don't know Daddy. The same thing happened when Simone touched me down there. Er... I mean, Peter"

"Simone touched you there?"

"Oh Daddy, I'm so sorry, I tried not to say anything.... But , yes, Peter and Simone as well. After Peter touched me I went to see Simone, and to speak to her about what Peter had done. Simone asked to look, and she got down real close to my fanny... my cunt... to take a look. When she was kneeling there, she also put some fingers inside me, and started rubbing in and out to make sure the wetness was OK. It... It felt very nice Daddy."

SLAP! "You've been a very naughty girl Angela." 

"Ouch! I know Daddy, I didn't mean to be." I slid my finger up inside her again, makin her groan.

SLAP! "Did it feel good Angela, when Peter and Simone put their fingers in you?"

"Yes Daddy, it did. Just like it feels good now with your fingers in me."

SLAP! "This feels good? It's supposed to be punishment young lady."

"I know Daddy, but I can't help it. I feel all warm down there, and I'm getting wetter. Just like I did when Simone got real close and licked me down- when she licked my... my cunt Daddy. "

"She licked your juicy cunt?"

"Yes Daddy, she wanted to taste the wetness, to see what it was. It felt lovely Daddy. I so want her to do it again. But you're making me even wetter with your fingers Daddy. Maybe..."

"Maybe what?"

"Maybe you should take your trousers off, in case I get them wet as well."

"That's a good idea Angela. Good thinking!"

She stood up, her face flushed, and watched me as I took my trousers and boxers off. "Daddy, why are you taking the boxers off?"

"Well, Angela, I don't want them getting wet either, do I?"

"No, I suppose not," she said. "Do you think I should take my thong off, as that will be getting wet as well?"

I nodded, and she slid it off, then laid back on my lap, her bare ass looking delectable.

SLAP!

"Oh! Daddy! That feels much better, but I can feel your... your cock getting stiff again. Do you want me to rub it to take the stiffness away?"

"No Angela, there's another way to do that."

"Oh tell me Daddy, so I can help you."

"Well, remember me saying that when a man puts his cock inside a girl's cunt, she becomes a woman? Well, that takes away a man's stiffness as well."

"Daddy, that's brilliant. We could take away your stiffness and make me a woman at the same time. Can we do it, please Daddy?"

"OK Angela, as you asked nicely. First, stand up and then sit on my lap, facing away from me."

She did so, my cock nicely cupped by her ass.

"Now, raise yourself a little bit. You need to get my cock in your cunt."

"But Daddy, are you sure it'll fit in there? Just having two of Peter's fingers in there was a bit sore. There's no way I could fit your big cock in there."

"Don't worry Angela, it will fit. Just take it slowly. Lower yourself down a bit at a time, and get used to it before you push more inside you."

She turned to me, biting her bottom lip, nodding, as she raised herself up, took a hold of my cock, and lined it up with her cunt. She dropped slightly, my cock just touching her lips, and then she lowered a bit more, my cock parting her wet cunt.

"Oh Daddy, you're so big and hard. But that feels so nice. So much better than Peter's fingers. There... let me push some more.... Oh god Daddy... That's sore... Let me wait a minute... Oh Daddy... I've had an idea. If I play with my little bump at the top of my fanny, that sometimes makes me feel much better... Oops, I hope that's not too bad Daddy, but I've done it about 3 or 4 times since Peter's dad touched me there - "

"You didn't say he did that!"

"I'm sorry Daddy, I forgot to tell you. That's all he did, honest. But I've rubbed myself there a few times since Wednesday night... that's why I asked Peter to play with me there... Anyway, each time I do it, it makes me feel real good. Do you think if I do it now, it will take away the pain of your big cock inside my cunt?"

"Maybe Angela, why don't you try it?"

I took a hold of her slim waist, helping to support her as she straddled me, occasionally running my hands down her smooth toned thighs, feeling her muscles tensing as she worked to keep her stationary over my cock. She ran a hand down to her cunt, and starting rubbing her clit, moaning deep in her throat as she did so.

"Oh god... That's much better Daddy, I think I'll try a little deeper." She pushed down, my head entirely within her cunt. "Oh Daddy... You're so big... Are you sure you'll fit in there?"

"I'm sure Angela. And I've thought of something else that will help you feel good. Let me take off your bra, and I'll rub your... your titties."

"Oh Daddy, you're so rude... but if it will help..." I undid her bra, and cupped my hands around her, fondling her tits. "Daddy, that feels so good. I never guessed... I think I can go a bit further." She pushed again, a couple of inches entering her. "Oh Jesus Daddy, you're so big... How does it feel to you Daddy? Is it helping your stiffness go away?"

"Not yet Angela," I said, sighing at the feel of her tight cunt around me. "But it will, trust me. Once I'm all the way in, you'll be one step closer to being a real woman, and you can bounce up and down a bit. That will definitely help me, and you, but I might spurt my white stuff inside you."

"Will you Daddy? Will you do that inside me?"

"God yes," I groaned as I felt her cunt walls clench around me. "Then we'll move onto the last stage of making you a woman."

"Oh Daddy, what's that? I really want to be a woman tonight!"

"Wait and see Angela, wait and see. Now, can you drop down a little bit more?"

"I think so Daddy.... Yes... There... Oh Daddy, this feels very good, with my finger on my mound, your hands on my titties, and your cock in my cunt... Was that correct Daddy?"

"Yes, Angela, that's correct. Good girl, you're learning well... That's it, push down a bit more, you're almost there baby. Try bouncing up and down a bit, that might help to stretch you out."

She leaned forward a bit, putting her hands on her knees to help take the weight, and started sliding up and down, still not letting all of me inside her yet, her tight cunt lips gripping my cock all the way. Then she bent as far forward as she could, resting her hands on the dining table. "Can you see Daddy? Can you see my cunt around your cock? Does it look OK? I'm not damaged, am I? It's just that you feel so big!"

I looked down, to see her lips stretched tight around my cock, her asshole clenching as her muscles worked. "It looks just fine Angela... Just fine... See if you can go a bit further... All the way to the bottom."

"I don't know Daddy, it's so big down there... Will it all fit?"

"It will... Just push, one big push, and you'll be two thirds of the way to being a real woman... Push now."

She dropped all the way, groaning as my cock bottomed out in her, her cunt muscles tightening around me. "Oh fuck me that's good..."

"Young lady, where did you learn such language?"

"I'm sorry Daddy... Just in the playground... I'm sorry, you feel so big there I couldn't help it..."

"Well, that's OK... swear all you like... Start to pump up and down baby... You'll feel much better and you'll take away Daddy's stiffness."

"I'm not sure I can Daddy."

I slapped her ass. "Do it Angela, start what you've finished."

She yelped, and rose up, all the way till my helmet was just seperating her lips, and then all the way down in one push. She screamed into the air as she took me in. "Oh fuck... Daddy... Daddy... That's so good..."

"Keep doing it," I said through gritted teeth, loving the feel of her cunt taking me in all the way. "Keep fucking me Angela."

"Is that what it's called Daddy? Fucking? I'd heard the word but I didn't know what it meant! So when the boys in school keep calling me a prick-tease and they'd like to fuck me, is this what they mean? They... Oh Daddy that feels funny down there.. It feels good... They want to put their cock in my cunt and have me bounce around?"

"Yes, Angela, but you musn't let other boys do it. It's very, very naughty. Only... God that's good... Only do this with Daddy. If I find you've done it with other boys, I'll be very angry and will have to punish you."

She groaned, "Will you Daddy? Will you slap my bottom again? It felt good when you did that... Not as good as having your big hard cock inside me, but I liked being smacked. But I think I'm going to be sore later Daddy. Will you rub some cream in my tush for me?"

"Of course I will honey. I'll spend a long time rubbing cream in, as that will help with the third and final step of you becoming a woman."

"It will? Whatever can it be Daddy? I'm so looking forward to it... Oh but Daddy... I wish we could to this again, but what would the point be if I'm already a woman?"

"Oh, Angela, didn't you know? Once you've become a woman, we have to keep on doing it on a regular basis, otherwise you'll become a little girl again... God you're tight... But I don't mind baby. Anything to make my girl happy..."

"Oh good Daddy... This feel so good.. I feel funny down there... I think... Oh god Daddy... Can we do it again later? ... Will you let me do this again tonight?.... Oh god Daddy... You feel so big and hard... Fuck me Daddy... Do like you said... Fuck me." 

I grabbed hold of her hips, and started lifting her bodily up and down on my cock. "Oh fuck Daddy that's good... Fuck me... Fuck your little girl... Oh Jesus Daddy... I'm coming... I'm coming on your cock Daddy..." She went wild, throwing herself up and down my cock, her ass cheeks bouncing as she fucked me, and then she came, her cunt muscles squeezing me, a growl in the back of her throat, her juices trickling down onto my thighs.

When she recovered a bit, she stood up, turned around, and sank down onto me again, groaning as my cock pierced her insides again. She started kissing me, her tongue entering my mouth, as I grabbed her ass, pulling her up and down my cock some more. 

"Oh Daddy, that was so good... I've never felt like that... So fucking good... Can we do it again? Every day Daddy? Will you put your cock in my cunt and fuck me like that every day, to make sure I don't go back to being a little girl?"

"Angela baby, if it makes you happy. I love seeing my little girl smile like that. But you can't tell anyone else we do it, OK?"

"Why not Daddy?" she whispered as she started to slide up and down my cock again.

"It's got to remain a secret baby. Some people think that you should wait for your husband to make you a woman, not your Daddy."

"But I want you to make me a woman. It could be years till I meet my husband, and I don't want to wait that long."

"I know baby, that's why we're making you a woman today. But sometimes, we might have to take a break, and you'll go back to being a little girl again."

"Oh but Daddy, I don't want to -"

"Wait a second Angela. If you do go back to being a little girl again, all it means is that I have to do all three things again all in the same night, and you'll be a woman again. Will that be OK?"

"Oh Daddy, of course. But Daddy, what's the third step? You said there was one more thing to do?"

"Yes baby, you've done two already. You've taken my cock into your mouth and swallowed my come - "

"What's 'come' Daddyy? Is that what grown-ups call your white stuff?"

"Yes baby. So, you've taken it in your mouth. That's one step. You've had me in your cunt. That's step two. And - "

"But Daddy, you didn't come in my cunt? Ooh Daddy, that sounds so naughty. You didn't come in my cunt. I want you to come in my cunt Daddy. Will you do it, will you stuff your big fat cock in your little girl's cunt and come in me? Will you fill my young cunt with your come Daddy? Will it leak out Daddy? Will you fill me with so much come it leaks from my tight young cunt?"

I groaned, fondling the cheeks of her ass, both of us knowing what was coming next. I slid one hand down between her thighs, collecting the juice that was gathering there, and running it back up between her cheeks. "I will honey, just not yet. You need to do step three, and that's when I'll come. Later, when I've recovered a bit, I'll lay you down on the sofa, get on top of you, and fuck you till I come in your cunt. And I'll make you come again, like you just did. Is that what my baby wants?"

"Oh yes Daddy, please. But... what's the third step?"

"Well, there's one more hole were I need to put my cock."

"But Daddy, where? You've been in my mouth and my cunt, where else - oooh, Daddy, there's only one more place I can think of, but -"

"Where baby? Where are you thinking of?"

"Here, Daddy," she said, grabbing my hand and rubbing my middle finger over her asshole. "Oh, that's nice... but surely your hard cock won't fit there. It only just fit in my cunt!"

"That's right honey, that's the last place. If you do this, you'll be more of a woman than any other woman Daddy's fucked before, and you want that, don't you?"

"Yes Daddy, I want to be your special woman. But I'm scared...."

"Don't worry baby, Daddy won't do anything to hurt you. Now... bend over the sofa. Stick your bum - I mean your ass - out for Daddy to see."

"Daddy, will it hurt? I'm so scared."

I thought of something then. "Stay there." I went into the kitchen, picked up my spare set of keys out of the drawer, and went back into Angela. She was bent over the arm of the sofa, leaning down onto her elbows, her ass sticking out deliciously. She wriggled it, causing the schoolgirl dress to shake. "Is this OK Daddy?"




Anal At Last Ch. 18



"That's just perfect honey. You look so good in your school skirt and sock, and your bra, that Daddy can't believe his luck. You're such a pretty girl, and I'm looking forward to doing this on a regular basis to make sure you remain a woman. And I've got something else for you - if you're going to be a woman, you'll need your own keys to the house." I dangled them in front of her. "But you only get them when you're all woman. Are you ready for this? Do you want your own keys to come and go as you please? Do you want me to make you a real woman?"

She reached back to flip her skirt up over her back. "Is this OK Daddy? I do so want my own keys."

"That's just fine honey. You've got such a lovely ass. It's just perfect, seeing it like that. In fact, every day when you come home from school, I expect you to take off your knickers as soon as you get in the front door, and make sure you give your Daddy plenty of views of your lovely little bum as you bend over to do things. And I might want to kiss it on a regular basis, so I expect you to just remain bent over while I do that."

"Oh Daddy, that's so rude, but if it makes you happy, I'll do it. Should I take my skirt off now? I'd hate to get some of your come on my skirt. I'd have to explain to Mr Price how my skirt got stained. Do you think he'd get all stiff again Daddy? Oh, I didn't tell you did I? When he was leaning over me, looking at my... my tits, I felt his cock behind me, all stiff. He rubbed it up and down me a few times while he was helping me, and then groaned. Do you think that was his come Daddy? If so, he didn't last very long Daddy, did he? Not like you. You seem to stay hard for a long time."

"I know, Angela honey. But it's you who makes me hard like this. I'm just glad that I can stay hard enough to teach you everything. No, keep your skirt on like that, as you look so pretty in it. Now, I'm going to get you a bit wet first, as that will help my cock get into your asshole."

"Daddy, that's so rude, calling it my asshole. Are you going to put your cock in my asshole Daddy? Are you going to come in my asshole? Will you come in my asshole every night Daddy? What if I want to suck you Daddy? Will it be OK if I suck you after you come in my asshole?"

I growled at her, my cock throbbing as it stood out proud in the air. "I knelt down beside her, and placed my mouth at the base of her ass, licking her juices off her inner thighs, and then running my tongue up her slit as she moaned and arched her back to push her cunt and ass out to me.

"Oh Daddy, that feels so good. Is that your tongue? Daddy... Oh fuck that's good... Lick my cunt Daddy, lick your little girl's cunt."

I did, licking her cunt lips some more, sucking, nibbling, pushing, lapping, then I added fingers sliding into her sopping cunt. Her juices were streaming down her thighs, evidence of how turned on she was by all this. Her hips started bucking, pushing her cunt into me, and a hand came underneath her to rub her clit. I let my head rise, gradually licking closer and closer to her ass, hearing her panting and moaning increase. 

"Daddy, that's so good... Oh god... I love your tongue in me... But what are you doing Daddy? Are you ... Oh fuck, are you going to lick my little asshole Daddy? Are you? Will you - Oh fuck Daddy that's so good, that's it... Lick my asshole Daddy... Lick my asshole and get me ready for your stiff cock in there... Are you going to fuck my asshole Daddy? Are you going to fuck your little girls' ass?"

I was tonguing her asshole now, with three fingers stuffed up her cunt. I used those three fingers to keep my cock moist with her juices, pulling them out to wank for a few strokes as I rimmed her, and then back to her cunt to get more of her juices.

When I could wait no longer, I stood up. "Are you ready baby? Are you ready to be a woman?"

"Yes Daddy, but... when you put your cock in my cunt, you - "

"It's called 'fucking', Angela. Say it. Say 'fucking'"

"Daddy, when you fucked my cunt with your big cock, at least I'd had some fingers up there to get me stretched. Aren't you going to use your fingers now on my... my asshole? Or are you going to just push that ... Oh god... Push that big cock of yours right up my asshole?"

"Angela, honey. You've got to be able to do this without any fingers involved. It's important that as a woman, you don't need fingers all the time. I'm sorry honey, it might be a bit sore, but you'll get used to it. I've made you nice and wet with my tongue, and my cock is still wet from being in your cunt. Just ... keep breathing and push out."

"Oh Daddy, I'm so scared... but... I want you to do it. Please Daddy, fuck my asshole with your big cock."

I lined myself up, and pushed. Angela met me push for push, using every trick she knew to let her asshole relax and let me in, god bless her. "Oh Daddy! It's so big! It hurts! Oh Daddy! Please stop, take it out!"

"No Angela, you want to become a woman? This is the final step. I'm going to keep on fucking your ass till I come in you."

"No Daddy, please. You're too big, too hard. Please Daddy."

I took a hold of her hips, pulling her onto my cock, hearing her moan and catch her breath as she suffered a little bit as my cock expanded her insides. "Oh... God..." she moaned.

"There Angela, I told you you'd like it. I've still got a lot more cock to go baby, so keep going."

I kept pushing, feeling her anal canal slowly expand as it got used to me. I started pulling in and out, each time pushing deeper into her ass. "That's it baby. You've got such a tight ass... Oh yeah... Do you like my cock in your ass?"

"Oh.. Jesus... Fuck... Yes Daddy... But it's so big... We'll have to... have to practice... a lot.. so that I get used to it... But I love it Daddy... I love your big fat hard cock in my tight little asshole... I wish I had two Daddy's... One to fuck my ass like you're doing now, and ... Oh Jesus you're big... one to fuck my cunt like before... Can we do that Daddy? Can you find me another Daddy with a nice big cock?"

I grunted as I reached bottom, her asshole stretched around the base of my cock. "All done baby... Well done... You've taken my whole cock... into your tight bottom. We'll find someone else baby, if that's what you want... Another man with a nice cock to fuck you with... And we'll ask one of your school friends... What about that Simone, the one... the one with the lovely big tits... We'll ask her if she'll join us... Oh god yes... I'll have both of you... I'll make her a woman too... Would you like that baby? ... Would you like your other Daddy to fuck you while I fuck Simone? Say yes baby, say yes and I'll give you keys to the other place as well... "

I was fucking her quite hard and fast now, my orgasm fast approaching due to the friction of her tight ass. She was moaning wordlessly beneath me, one hand fingering herself as I reamed her ass. We kept it up for a few more minutes, and then I couldn't hold back any further, my come lining the insides of her ass as she bucked beneath me, her own come triggered by my juices shooting up her ass.

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When we recovered, she pulled away from me, my cock slipping out of her come-laden ass. She quickly turned, and her tongue was down my throat, her hands on my back, my ass, my cock, my chest. "Oh god baby," she gasped when she came up for air. "I've always wanted to do that... You make such a good Daddy... I was worried you wouldn't want to... as you actually are a dad... Oh fucking hell baby... That was real good"

We ate dinner, and spent the rest of the evening curled up in front of the TV, watching a couple of movies, still naked. I loved the feel of her body up against mine. Not just in a sexual way, but just the intimacy. I knew I was going to miss her when she was in the states, and intended to make the most of this quiet time with just the two of us. A couple of times, she unconsciously played with the keys I'd given her, caught herself, and reached up to give me a kiss.

One time whilst playing with the keys, she suddenly sat up. "Hold on! What other place?"

"What? What are you talking about Angela?"

"You said you'd give me keys for other place. Have you got somewhere else as well?" She looked curious, and almost angry.

"Ah... that," I said.

"'That'? Have you been keeping secrets from me?"

"Well, not really. It wasn't intentional. It just never cropped up."

"You've got another house and it never cropped up? Jesus, have you got three Lamborghini's in the garage that you didn't mention either?"

"No, it's nothing like that. It's... Well, Sharon and I bought a place together years ago. I'd made a bit of money selling the license to piece of software, and we splashed out. It wasn't much - property prices weren't what they are now. I wanted somewhere in Venice, she wanted somewhere in Spain, so we compromised in Greece. In Kos, to be specific."

"You lucky bastard! So why haven't you taken me there yet or mentioned it before?"

"Like I said, it's not really cropped up. It's not that I forget about it exactly - I mean, who would - but I tend to use it over the winter rather than the summer, as I'm crap in the heat, but I like the warmer winters. And as it was late spring when we met, it's not really been at the front of my mind. But we'll go there, as soon as we can given your impending travels."

"You utter tosser! We could have been enjoying a long weekend in Greece if you'd mentioned it earlier." She wasn't really angry, I could tell.

"Not really. I still share it with Sharon, and I think she's there this weekend. Or was it next weekend? Oh, I don't know..."

She looked at me quizzically. "When did you buy it? Before Daniel arrived?"

"Yes. In fact, we probably conceived him there."

Her expression changed to one of understanding. "Ah, I get it now."

"Get what?"

"You bought it with Sharon before Daniel arrived. The perfect little hideaway for the two of you. Long romantic holidays, that sense of freedom but still the comfort of being in your own home, relaxing, rubbing sun tan lotion into each other, teasing each other, and a lot of hot sex. And you don't want me there in case it ruins the memories."

"No, Angela, that's not it at all," I protested.

"Isn't it? I know you, Andy, well enough to know that even though there's nothing going on with you and her now, you want to preserve the memories of when it was good."

"Angela, not, it's not like that."

"Yes it is. I know you better than you think I do."

She smirked, then sang: 

"I know you better than you think I do. Don't worry babe... this is why I fell in love with you."

I looked at her, wondering what she was on about. 

Her eyes started to water. She saw me looking and curled her head into my chest, embarrassed. "Oh Andy, don't be daft. You want to save those memories, and me being there will get in the way of them. I understand. That's how you work. And just like the song, that IS why I fell in love with you. Because I know... I know that if our experiments go too far and you get to the point of having had enough of me, you'll still look back with fondness on this time, right now, instead of hating me because things go wrong later." 

I hugged her tight. "Angela, you're right. I'm not daft. So if things ever get to the point I'm uncomfortable, I'll let you know. There's no way I'm letting you go just over a bit of sex that might go too far. And the same goes for you too. If ever you've had enough of our little games with other people, let me know and I'll be yours. Forever."

We hugged for a few moments longer, and then I took her by the hand and lead her up to bed. We made love - a slow event, passionate and sensual, quiet and intense, wordless. 

We both fell asleep, sated for the night.

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When I awoke on Sunday morning, Angela wasn't there. I slipped on my dressing gown, and wandered downstairs. She looked up from reading the paper when I came in, told me to sit down, and started making some pancakes. She'd put on one of my t-shirts, but no bottoms. That's a look I'd always liked: covering her body, arms, and ass, to seem demure, but knowing that underneath, she's as naked as she was yesterday when I took my little girl's ass. And those exposed smooth, toned legs, coupled with the t-shirt clinging to her bra-less breasts, was a sexy look. Very sexy.

She caught me looking, admiring the cup of her ass as it snuck just below the bottom of the t-shirt, and smiled at me, deliberately stretching up to look in one of the cupboards, standing on tiptoe, tightening the already-toned muscles in her legs and ass, and raising the top to leave more of her ass uncovered. I looked around frantically for my mobile to take a snapshot, but it wasn't around. Damn.

I stood up, wandered over to her, and stepped in close, pressed up against her, nuzzling her neck. She sighed, tilting her head to expose more neck, and then pushed me back with her ass, telling me to back off.

"Angela, honey, we've only got a few short hours before Simone drops off Daniel again. Do you really want to waste the time making pancakes?"

"These pancakes are going to be the best you've ever had, so shut up and sit down. You'll need the energy, trust me. Oh, and talking of babysitters, it's my leaving do from work the week after next, and I'd like you to be there, believe it or not. The girls are just dying to meet the man who's gotten to me. So do think you can find someone? Not Sam, as I want her to be there as well."

"I'll ask Simone, or Sharon. If not, there's a babysitting service I've used a few times, I can give them a call."

"Nope. I'm going to invite Simone as well. I plan on inviting her round to your place afterwards for some... well, I'll leave that to your lurid imagination... and if she's here, so much the better. It's family, friends, and workmates, so she won't be out of place. Plus, if she dresses up as well as I suspect she does, you'll have a permanent hard-on, and I'll probably get the best fucking of my life when we get some privacy, whilst she watches. How does that sound?"

"Er... I guess it'll be OK. I'll need to check my calendar though, as I might have something else on. Potting my tomatoes, for example."

She grinned at me. "Oh, I think you'll find you're free. A night with me and Simone? You'd cancel an invite from the Pope for that!"

"Definitely. The pope's not my type..."

We carried on the banter whilst we ate, and then, when we finished, she came round the table to me and straddled me. As she started kissing me, she reached a hand down between us, slipped it into the front of my pajama's, and started wanking me, working my cock out of the fly. I reached up to undo her top, letting her tits free, fondling them as my erection grew in her hand. 

"One more thing," she said. "I want you to organize it my leaving do. The venue is booked; I'll get you the details later, along with the number for Tina at work so you can liaise with her. But everything else is up to you. I expect lots of nice things.... Talking of nice things..." I was sufficiently hard, so she raised herself, lined my cock up with her cunt, and lowered herself down, letting gravity work her down onto my cock, her vaginal walls parting slowly, resisting, but getting wetter with each push. "Oh fuck baby, you're big..." she breathed in my ear as she worked herself onto me.

She twisted, reaching behind her to grab the maple syrup, and squeezed some onto her breasts, covering her nipples. I grinned, and started lapping it off, swallowing it down, sucking her nipples deep into my mouth to get them clean, as she slowly pistoned herself up and down the length of my cock.

"I've had an idea baby... After your month's up, I think Peter and Simone should keep on fucking, if they're up for it. We should try to get them together. They both need it. I'm sure she'll be willing to give him anal quite a bit, and he'll love her body. I think they'll get on, don't you?"

"I should think so. He seems to like older women, and Simone could sure do with someone to look up to her and treat her well, and Peter seems like a good sort."

"Let's do it baby, let's set them up... Fuck, you feel so good in me baby, I'm going to miss this..."

After a few minutes, she stood up, her cunt lips grasping at my helmet as she withdrew, and she turned and bent over the table. "Take me doggy-style baby, hard and fast."

I took a hold of my cock, and lined it up with her cunt, seeing her arch her back in readiness. I pushed, slowly, so slowly, seeing her wet cunt lips part to let me in, hearing her sigh as my head stretched her lips, centimeter after centimeter disappearing gradually into her hot depths. 

When my lower abs pressed against her ass, she said "That was nice baby, but I said hard and fast. Now fuck me!"

I took her at her word, and started slamming into her, the full length of my erect cock pushing into her with each stroke, the kitchen echoing with the sound of the slap as our flesh met. She gripped the edge of the table in each hand, pushing back against me as I fucked her. I grabbed her hips, taking a hold of the flesh to pull her onto me even harder. 

She was groaning beneath me, her head turned to one side, her eyes closed as she lost herself in the fucking I was giving her. I didn't waste time on any extra teasing, I just fucked her hard, pile-driving my cock into her wet cunt, both of us intent on getting off as quickly as possible.

She was moaning and groaning beneath me, her head tossing as we fucked, the air full of the scent of her arousal. I reached forward a bit, sliding my hands underneath her, grabbing a hold of her tits and using them to pull her onto me. She grunted my name as she slid a hand underneath her to finger her clit, and I felt her fingers rub up against my cock occasionally as my hard cock plunged into her depths.

We kept at it for a few more minutes, and then we both came, her orgasm making her cunt tighten in spasms round my cock, and that brought on my own come, my cock pulsing as I spurted into her, and I collapsed on top of her as my body succumbed to the pleasure.

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We went upstairs for a long, hot, sensual, mutual rub-down in the shower, but she refused to let me fuck her again, even though we were both getting turned on lathering each other up. Then we sat and read the Sunday papers till Simone arrived with the boys.

"Hi Simone," I said, as I opened the door. "Hope Daniel wasn't too much bother?"

"Of course not Andy, he's a good lad. Weren't you Daniel?" she called after him, as the boys ran in and up to Daniel's toy collection upstairs. I lead Simone through to the garden, where Angela and I had settled.

When Angela saw that it was Simone, she stood up, came over, and gave her a hug, then after checking the boys weren't around, she kissed Simone full on the mouth, softly and slowly, then pulled back and said "I hope you don't have plans for tonight? I thought I'd invite you to spend the evening here with us..."

Simone looked a bit flustered, and then smiled, answering "That would be great."

We spent the rest of the afternoon chatting, reading more papers, enjoying the warm weather with the boys, and generally relaxing. I was enjoying the time with Angela, making the most of it before she left. Which reminded me...

"Oh Simone, Angela's obviously forgotten already, but it's her leaving do a week on Friday, and she'd love you to be there. Are you free?"

"Yes, I think so. If you're sure..." She looked at Angela, who nodded. "OK, that would be great. But... what about the boys?"

"Well," I answered, "I thought maybe, if Angela's OK with this, they could come out with us for the night as well, for some excitement - " Angela nodded - "and then I'll find a babysitter for the rest of the night. I'll then drop the boys off here, and we can head to your place or Angela's and ... well, we can take it from there."




Anal At Last Ch. 18



Simone smiled, looking down, slightly embarrassed. "What about Sam, is she free?"

"No Simone," said Angela. "Sam's coming as well. She's a great girl, and she and I have gotten quite close. I'd love for her to be there, if only to get her out with a crowd for once. To be honest, there are a couple of girls her age that work for me, and I think she'll get on with them. I think she works so hard at university, that she doesn't mix much, so getting to know some people her own age in a different environment should be good for her."

"And," she continued, "There's a young lad at the office. Slim, good-looking, quiet but cheeky when you get to know him, single. Large bulge. I think he'll like Sam."

Simone laughed. "Angela! That's shocking. Looking at young men in that way!"

Angela looked at Simone, weighing her up. Then she smiled salaciously. "Have you never had a younger man, Simone? You should try it, especially when you get to my age. In fact, talking of young men, Peter's coming out for the night - he's the neighbour we had the threesome with. Although his parents are coming as well, which will make things interesting. Maybe I should invite him out with the three of us to wherever we decide to go. I'd love to have a leaving do involving you, Andy, and Peter all together. What do you say? Fancy two men at once?"

"Oh god, Angela, I don't know, I've never done that."

"You'd never done a lot of things, and so far you've enjoyed everything with Andy and I, haven't you?"

"Well, yes, but - "

"No buts. That's decided. I'm sure Peter will be up for it. Oh. Hold on. Let's think things through a bit -- the logistics could get messy... I think if Sam does hit it off with the two girls from work, she'll be a bit worse for wear the next day. I know her dad still thinks she's his little girl, so maybe the four of us should come back here to your place Andy, on Friday night. Then the kids can overnight at Simone's, if that's OK with you Simone, as the they'll feel more comfortable there than at mine. And then Sam can recover at mine. Andy, you can run me back there on the Saturday and pick up Sam at the same time. Mind you, if it's Sam's first real hangover, it'll take her all day to recover, so you might have to keep her entertained while she recovers..." 

She arched an eyebrow at me, out of sight of Simone. "Ah, mind you," she said, suddenly remembering something. "Sam's coming with a friend of hers, which is fair enough, otherwise she'll only know us, so they might have different plans as there are two of them."

"OK. Leave the baby sitter to me," said Simone. "I've got a friend or two who will probably do it."

"Are they single and as attractive as you? Maybe they could baby-sit me one night?" I asked, a lecherous grin on my face.

The afternoon continued with that sort of banter, and eventually, we sent the boys to bed, with Stephen sleeping in the spare room till Simone took him home later that night. Simone took them up, leaving Angela and I downstairs.

We waited a little while to make sure the boys were settling. Then I looked at her, and started to strip off, but she stopped me. Instead, she did reach down to get my cock out of trousers, slowly wanking me to erection, whilst sliding her knickers out from underneath her skirt, throwing them onto the sofa next to us. When I was fully erect, she sat astride me, facing me, and lined my cock up with her cunt, sliding down in a series of pushes, groaning quietly as my cock forced her insides apart. 

I slid my hands underneath her blouse, rucking it up to grab her bra-clad tits, fondling them through the material, as she reached bottom and started to push herself off me again. I could feel her cunt clasp at me tightly as she pulled off, and then she slammed herself down on me, grunting as I filled her up. "Oh baby, you're so big... I love feeling you fill me..." she whispered in my ear as she sat still for a moment, letting her insides get used to me again.

Just then, Simone came down, saw what was going on, and grinned. She closed the door to the living room, and wedged a chair underneath it, presumably to keep the boys out if they came down. Which was probably a good idea, I thought. I made a mental note to get a lock or something fitted for the future.

Then she came over, standing just in front of us to strip off. I reveled in her gorgeous figure; her large, firm tits bouncing free as she undid her bra. Angela also undid her blouse and shrugged it off, and then undid her bra. I grabbed her naked flesh, feeling the nipples harden under my palms, as she pushed further down onto my cock.

And then, just like in my many fantasies, Simone knelt down behind Angela. Angela groaned, "Oh yeah, Simone honey, lick my ass.... Ah fuck that's good."

I looked over Angela's shoulder to see Simone's head bobbing as she rimmed Angela, and I groaned as well, grabbing hold of Angela's ass-cheeks and pulling them apart, feeling Angela's cunt walls tighten on me as she responded to Simone's tongue.

Angela was no longer riding up and down on me, so I started moving my hips as much as I could from underneath her, letting her stay stationary while I fucked her, and Simone rimmed her. Her head dropped down onto my shoulders as she pushed her ass out further, groaning and muttering Simone's name.

She started panting hard, and I could tell her orgasm was approaching quick. Jesus, I thought she came a lot from just me fucking her, but with Simone as well, she had a hair-trigger response. We kept it up for another few minutes, my rock-hard cock sliding in and out of her tight cunt, Simone's tongue on and in her ass. Sweat was collecting between her breasts, around her hairline, and she started pumping her hips, unable to prevent it. Simone pulled back, and I felt her hand moving around, brushing mine as I held Angela's ass-cheeks, and then Angela gasped, and I felt Simone's finger pressing against my cock whilst in Angela's ass. After a few strokes of my cock and Simone's finger in her holes, Angela came, hard, thrusting down upon me, her cunt gripping me tight, biting the nape of my neck as she came.

I kept on moving slowly in and out of her as she wound down, and then she slid off me, sitting beside me on the sofa. Without a moment's hesitation, Simone got up and straddled me as well, slipping my cock between her lips, and then pushing down. She wasn't able to take all of me in one go, but she did it in three or four pushes, pushing her tits against my chest as she grunted with the effort of taking me in.

When she hit bottom, she sat more upright, taking a hold of her tits, one in each hand, and holding them out for me. I leaned forward to take one in my mouth, sucking her nipple in deep, feeling her cunt clench tighter as I played with her nipple.

She started to ride me, her hands coming up to my shoulders to support her weight, her back arcing backwards and forwards to give her room to slide up and down the full length of my cock. I looked down between us, seeing my erect cock covered and uncovered as she fucked me, her lips gripping me tightly, despite her and Angela's juices coating me.

I reached up with one hand to play with her other tit as I sucked and bit and licked the first one, and used my other hand to hold her waist, helping her to fuck me. Other than that, I sat stationary, letting her get off on me, letting her fuck me like I was a nine inch dildo.

Angela had come to, and ran a hand between us, sliding down Simone's firm stomach to where our flesh met, and started fingering Simone's clit as we fucked. I pulled my head away from Simone's tit, and leaned over to kiss Angela, our tongues fencing. Then I straightened up to kiss Simone the same way, relishing the different tastes of the two women, unable to believe my luck at sending these two - well, three if you count Sam - gorgeous women into my life.

"Can you imagine," I said to Simone, "what it's going to be like when you're fucking me like this after Angela's leaving do, feeling her hand on your clit just like it is now, knowing that Peter is lubing up his cock, ready to take you up the ass at the same time?"

"Oh god Andy, yes..."

"He's got a nice cock Simone. Nice and hard. Nearly as big as mine. He'd better use a lot of lube to get into your ass at the same time as I'm in your cunt. But you'll be OK. Because by then you'll have had my nice fat cock in your tight little hole a few times, so you'll be nice and loose. It'll be tight as he pushes into you, and you'll be able to feel every little bump on his cock, every vein, every movement as his hard cock throbs, and every centimeter as he pushes into your ass..."

"Oh god Andy, do it, fuck me... Both of you fuck me..."

"Maybe I should get Angela to sit on my face so I can rim her ass while you lick her out, and you can groan into her hot wet cunt as both of us fuck your holes."

"Fuck me Andy, that's so horny... Can we do it? ... Will he want to fuck me?"

"With your body, your tits, he's going to come just from seeing you. He's young, younger than you, and you'll be his ideal woman. Maybe the two of you should get together, keep seeing each other after I'm no longer allowed to. He seems to like anal - always wanted to try it, never had the chance, even with Angela and I. You could be his first... You could show him how to do it..."

"Oh Christ yes... But first... You need to show me... I want you Andy... I want your cock all the way in my ass... Is that OK Angela?"

"Go for it... As long as I can watch."

"Fuck yeah Angela... That'll be nice... Real nice... You feel so good Andy... So good."

I let her use me some more; seeing, feeling, and hearing her get close to orgasm, wanting her to get off before me. I went back to her tits, sucking, licking, biting, squeezing, fondling, and she started to pant hard, throwing herself up and down the entire length of my cock, slamming herself onto me to get me as deep into her cunt as possible.

Her orgasm came quickly, helped by Angela's hand still on her clit, somehow keeping pace with Simone's movements. Her cunt spasmed as she pushed herself down onto me one last time, her walls gripping me, her juices dripping down onto my balls, her firm tits heaving.

I stroked her firm back as she collapsed onto me, gasping for breath, loving the feel of her hour-glass figure on top of me, leaning over to kiss Angela again as Simone's cunt throbbed around me.

Simone stirred, and Angela kissed her, saying "My turn again..." Simone slid off me, my cock springing up as she released it, her juices making it shine. She slid down to sit on the floor in front of the sofa, and Angela lay back on the sofa, pulling me on top of her, wrapping her legs around me, guiding me directly into her cunt. I pushed in, groaning as I felt her hot wetness surround me. 

"Do it baby," she whispered. "Fuck me, do that thing you do so well on the sofa, make me come again, and then let Simone feel the same thing..."

I started fucking her: long, deep strokes, pulling all the way out so my head just separated her lips, then pushing all the way in, pushing my feet against the arm of the sofa to get leverage, curling my abdominal muscles tight to push the head of my cock against her g-spot as I entered her.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck Andy, that's it... That's the spot... Right there baby... Do it... Make me come again baby... Make me come on your hard cock... Show Simone how much you own me..." Her legs squeezed tight around my waist, her hips bucking to meet me. Simone watched from the side, still recovering from her come, her legs apart, her cunt glistening with her dew. I smiled at her as I fucked Angela, and she reached over to take Angela's hand in hers.

As usual, Angela's second come was quick, and after only a few minutes, her breath started to come harder and harder as she felt her orgasm approach. I put everything into fucking her, hearing the squelch as my cock pounded into her wet cunt, feeling her hard nipples pressing against my chest.

I rose up on my arms, letting her see down between us, which I know she loved. She raised her head to gaze down at the length of my cock as it pulled out of her, and then grunted with pleasure as I drove back into her. "I love this baby... Love it when you take me this way... You look so good... Your abs... Your cock... So fucking good... Make me come baby... Make me come again... Oh god... Here it comes.... Fuck me baby, fuck me... Oh yes, harder... Harder... "

She pulled me down to her, screaming into my shoulder as her orgasm hit her, her arms and legs pulling me tight against her, her hips pressing up to get my cock as deep into her as it could go, her breathing stopped as she peaked, and then gasping again as the first spasms died away.

When she released me slightly, I started sliding in and out of her again, nice and slow, pausing at the bottom to grind against her with the full length of my cock inside her, feeling her clench with the aftershocks. Still holding Simone's hand, she pulled the younger woman in close, kissing her between breaths. I took my weight on one arm, freeing the one nearest Simone, and I ran my hand down her back, between her cheeks, underneath to slide some fingers up her cunt lips, still wet and dripping, and then back up to her asshole, spreading her juices around. She groaned into Angela's mouth, her hips tilting to push her ass back against my hand.

When Angela had recovered a bit, she pushed me off her, and I sat back on the sofa, my still-erect cock springing free again as it left the warm grip of her cunt. She stood up, legs shaking still, and sat on the armchair opposite. "Your turn Simone.... You'll love it... Trust me."

Simone placed herself on the sofa, laying back again, spreading her legs, letting me see her cunt lips, still swollen from our previous fuck, wet with her juices. I grinned at her, and said "I'm going to lick you out later." She nodded, running a hand down to her cunt to separate her lips, rubbing her clit, as I started to position myself above her. She took a hold of my cock, lined me up in the middle of her cunt, and I dropped down, sinking my entire cock into her in one firm push. Her hips pushed back at me, as she groaned at the feeling.

I took a hold of her leg, the one on the front of the sofa, nearest Angela, and pushed it out, so that she rested her foot on the floor. Then I rose up into press-up position, using just my hands and feet to support me, pulling my cock out of her as I did so until just the head was left in. Then I looked across to Angela as I pushed slowly into Simone again, knowing that she would be able to see my cock in profile, the entire length of it exposed as I pulled out of Simone, then hidden again as I pushed back in.

Angela sat back in the chair, pulling her legs up, her knees spread wide, and she started wanking herself, her fingers rubbing up and down her lips, around her clit, pushing up inside, while the other hand played with her tits. I kept poised above Simone for as long as I could, letting Angela get a good view of my cock ploughing Simone's cunt, and then I dropped down, curling my arms under Simone's shoulders, and started to fuck her properly. She lifted her legs up, both of them coming round to curl behind me, as I added the abdomen curl to hit her g-spot, the first time I'd fucked her like this.

She went wild, bucking against me, telling me to fuck her harder, her nails digging in my back, her head tossing from side to side as I fucked her. Her tits were heaving as she breathed hard and fast, her nipples boring into my chest. I looked across to Angela, grinning at her, pleased with the effect I was having on Simone, and saw that Angela was enjoying it. She had one hand at her cunt, three fingers inside, wanking herself hard, the other cupped under her ass, presumably fingering her asshole. Her hips were grinding back and forth in time with her wanking; her nipples erect; her fingers coated in her juices; her mouth open to let enough air into her lungs.

Simone was uttering various oaths. "Ah Christ Andy that's so fucking good... Oh Jesus... Fuck! That's so fucking good... Keep fucking me Andy... There... There... Oh Fuck... I'm going to come Andy... You're making me come again... I love fucking you... I wish we'd done it earlier... Fuck your cock's so good inside me... You fill me up... That's it Andy... Just there... Push harder... Oh yeah... That's it..."

She came again, her entire body arcing back as she pushed against me, almost making me lose my grip. I kept fucking her as she came, making sure to keep my cock rubbing against her g-spot. She was struggling for air, almost hyperventilating, just squealing as her orgasm ripped through her, then when the first peak was over, she groaned: "Oh fuck Andy... Stop... Stop... Let me breathe... Oh Jesus fucking Christ that's good... Oh Andy... You're so hard... Keep fucking me... Stop... No! Keep fucking me... That's so good... Oh fuck me..."

It took less than a minute of this, me fucking her without giving her the chance to come down from her orgasm, when she started again. "Jesus Christ Andy... Oh fuck.. That's it... I'm going to come again... Oh FUCK!"

Multiple orgasms. The first time I'd seen, or made, a woman come so close together. She curled up, her face screwed up with the intensity of her second come, her body clamped around mine, her calves pressing hard against my legs, her arms around my shoulder-blades, her breath frozen with the feelings. 

I kept on trying to fuck her, as much as I could, fighting against the taut muscles clamped around me. She slowly relaxed, gasping for air, and I started fucking her again, loving the effect I was having on her. 

"Oh god Andy, no, not again..."

I kept it up, my abs burning with the effort, but over-powered by my ego and cock, which was still butting against her g-spot with every push. 

"Oh fuck Andy... Oh fuck... You're so fucking good..."

She started grunting in time with my thrusts, unable to speak any more, lost in the feeling of my cock pounding her cunt. Her hips were bucking again, pushing against me. Sweat ran down my face, my back, and I could feel the wetness it was causing between our bodies.

I looked over. Angela was wide-eyed, watching us, still wanking, but slower this time, as though she was so intent on watching us that she couldn't keep up her own wanking.

I decided to give Simone one more come, and then I was done for, and would need a rest, despite not having come yet. So I really put everything into it, my cock ploughing into her cunt, matched by the pushes her hips gave me. Within another minute or so, she started to come again, wordlessly, laughing and crying at the same time, grasping the back of my head to pull me tight into her shoulder as she came, her body frozen... and then going limp as she peaked.

Exhausted, I slid off her, dropping right to the floor, panting for breath, lined with sweat, my cock still erect and bobbing in the air, her juices running down it, coating my balls.

Without a moment's hesitation, Angela stood up, straddled me, lowered herself, and sank the entire length of my cock in her in one go. She dropped her body on top of mine, pressing her tits against me, and started grinding her hips. "Come in me Andy," she said. "Come in me, you fucking wonderful man. That was so horny, and so good of you, giving that to her, letting her feel that. I love you so fucking much. I want you to come in me now baby. Let me give you what you've given us... That's it baby, come in me... Fill me up... I want your jizz leaking from me for the rest of the night."

She stopped grinding, and lifted up, till my cock head was just parting her lips, and then down again, but just a couple of inches. Back up, down, up, down, just a small movement each time, effectively wanking my head with her cunt lips. It felt fucking fantastic, even through my generally knackered state, a bit like the week before when Sam had straddled me and just rubbed my head up and down her slit. But better, as there was something firmer for me to feel around my cock head.




Anal At Last Ch. 19



Angela left the next morning, a cheesy grin on her face all morning. I leaned into her car window to kiss her goodbye.

"Last night was.... fantastic," she said. "I can't believe how many times I came, or how quickly... Fuck, you're good. I still can't believe Sharon let you go, but thank fuck she did." She winced. "Ouch, I'm sore this morning. You're too big for that amount of sex, at least not without feeling it the next day. The girls will be wondering why I'm walking funny today."

I smiled. "Why don't you tell them? Well, let them guess, and then when I meet them at your leaving do, it'll give them something to wonder about. Plus, one or two of them might be interested in our little deal..."

"Oh, I'm going to let them know alright... but only so that I can tease you all night long, and then let you take it out on me when we're alone. Well, alone as we can be with Peter and Simone around. I'm SO looking forward to that!"

She left then, waving through the rear window.

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Sam phoned later that day, wanting to come around that afternoon, if it was OK.

Jesus, I thought. I could do with a rest.

But of course, I said yes. Who could resist?

When she arrived, we spoke about Angela's leaving do, and I phoned Tina, Angela's colleague at work who was sorting out that end of things. Between us, we arranged a few special things. I ordered her favourite flowers to be delivered en-masse to the venue on that day (a nearby hotel), as well as some to the office. One of Angela's colleague's boyfriends had a side-line as a party DJ, so he was doing the music, including a lot of the cheesy stuff she liked when growing up. Tina also mentioned that they had something special planned for Angela on the night, as a kind of private joke between them all. She wouldn't say any more, despite my teasing, so I said I was waiting with baited breath to find out what it was. She replied that I wasn't the only one, but refused to say more.

As I hung up, Sam walked into the office, having obviously waited till I was finished. I turned round, and was stunned to see her naked already. I'd guessed that something was going to happen, but I didn't expect her to make the first move so boldly. Her nipples were erect, she had a flush to her cheeks and chest, and I could smell her excitement in the air.

"Andy," she said, simpering slightly, with an impish grin on her face. "I wonder if you could help me out. I've got something stuck."

She came up to the desk, walking slightly oddly, and leant over it, sticking her ass out. And to my delight, I saw a small dildo poking out of her asshole, wet with lube. "Could you maybe wiggle it about, and see if it comes out?" she said, looking over her shoulder at me as she parted her legs further, arching her back to get her ass sticking out as far as possible.

"Why Sam, you little devil," I breathed, as I reached up to the dildo. I started to slide it in and out of her ass. It wasn't a big one, maybe 4-5 inches long, and not too thick. She groaned as I fucked her ass, her head dropping down onto her folder arms, her legs spreading wide, her ass tilting towards me. 

With my spare hand, I ran a finger up her cunt lips, feeling how wet they were already, making her shiver in response. "Sam, baby, you look so good like that... Is this the first time you've used this?"

"Yes... Oh Andy... I wanted to do it myself, but I wanted you to do it as well... I got so turned on at the thought of you doing it to me, so I waited... I've played with myself so much over the last few days, while... Oh that's good... while thinking about doing this.... But I didn't use it till now... It's so big Andy... But it feels so good..."

With the hand that I was rubbing her lips with, I extended two fingers, pushing them inside her, feeling her cunt tighten as I did so. Then I pulled out those fingers, knelt down behind her, and pulled her hips towards me, making her cunt stick out more. She was still hairless there, obviously keeping on top of her shaving routine, and her puffy lips stuck out nicely. I ran my tongue up her slit as I carried on fucking her with the dildo, and she shuddered as she groaned my name.

I carried on licking her cunt, feeling her juices flow more and more, as I fucked her, eventually getting the dildo to the point where the entire length of it (less the handle) was going into her ass, slowly but evenly. She was dripping wet, her juices running down my chin, her hips pumping to get the dildo into her ass each time. Her breath was coming hard and fast, and I knew she was about to come.

I pulled away, and lifted her up, turning her round, and pushing her into my chair, slouched down. I knelt down again, lifting her legs up over my shoulders, and planting my mouth on her cunt again. From this angle, I had a much better angle of attack, and I really went to town on her, as I reached up and started with the dildo again. She started climbing the peak to orgasm, her breath coming faster and faster, moaning my name, her hands coming down to press the back of my head into her mound. As my tongue started flicking across her clit, she came, her thighs clamping tight around my head as she screamed my name.

When she'd recovered, I slid the dildo out, and taking her by the hand, I lead her into the bedroom, pushing her gently on to the bed, and throwing the dildo beside her. "Turn round Sam, lay on your back and let your head hang over the end." She did as she was told, and I pulled my hard-on out of my jeans. She had guessed what was coming, and opened her mouth as I lined my cock up with her, and then pushed in, feeling her hot mouth suck me in.

"Ah fuck, Sam, that's good," I moaned, as I started to fuck her mouth. I didn't go deep, just a few inches each way, enjoying the feel of her tongue on my cock head, and the sight of her naked body spread out before me. I bent forward, reaching out to run a hand up and down her slit, pushing two fingers in again, curling them up to rub against her g-spot. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations adding to my pleasure.

She reached up to play with her tits, stroking herself, tweaking her nipples, her legs opening wide to give me free access. I kept fucking her mouth for a while, still finger-fucking her, but - to be fair to Sam - she was getting better, but wasn't yet good enough at blowjobs to make me come just from her mouth. So I pulled out, stripped off, and lay on the bed. "Straddle me," I ordered her, and she got up, planted herself on top of me, my cock lying along the length of her cunt.

I pulled her down to lay on top of me, kissing her, grinding my hips, running my cock up and down, and she reciprocated, her tongue entering my mouth, her hot breath panting, her wet cunt lips separating as my hard-on rubbed against them.

"I want to fuck you so much Sam... You drive me crazy... I just want to feel you, to be in you... Just once Sam... Just once... I want to look down on you and see you come with my cock in you... See you unable to believe how good I can make you feel..."

"No Andy, no... We can't... I want to as well... but no."

I grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her down onto me even tighter. "Can you feel me Sam? Can you feel how much I want you? I still think about you every time I fuck Angela... I wish you were there so I could pull out of her, and plunge my full length into you, hearing you scream my name in ecstasy as you come, my cock spurting into your tight virginal cunt..."

"Oh god Andy... You feel so good..."

"And your ass Sam, I want to be there too... You looked so horny with that dildo in you... You dirty girl... I can't believe you did that... But you need a bigger one soon Sam... You need to get used to something bigger... But let me do it... Let me push that big dildo into your tight little ass... Let me see you stretch around it... Let me hear you groan as you take it inside that gorgeous ass of yours Sam."

"Andy... Yes... I'll let you... You'll do it first..."

She was getting turned on again, and so was I. Her cunt was sopping wet; an extraordinary amount of her juices drenched our groins, the slap of it echoing in the room. I pushed her off me. "On all fours, Sam, now."

She quickly did as she was told, pointing her ass towards me, wriggling it in anticipation. I picked up the dildo, and slid it into her cunt, getting it nice and wet. Then I pulled it out, and placed it against her rosebud again. I gently pushed in, seeing her sphincter expand to let the dildo in, seeing the dildo sink a couple of inches in. Sam groaned into the duvet, pushing her hips back against me. 

I reached down with the other hand, pressed my erection down, and shuffled forward on my knees, sliding my cock underneath her, along her wet, swollen lips. She groaned again, reaching one hand down to grab me, wanking me slightly. I started to push back and forth, and she let go of me, letting my cock spring up to press along the length of her slit again, my head rubbing against her clit each time I pushed. 

Her hips worked with me, pushing back and forth to increase the pressure we both felt, even as I started fucking her ass again with the dildo, reveling in the sight of her asshole expanding and contracting as the wider part of the dildo pushed into and out of her virgin ass.

We kept going; sliding our groins together, lost in the sensations of fucking-but-not-fucking, and I could feel my come approaching fast. I told Sam I was going to come on her again, and she pulled away, flopping onto her back and spreading her legs wide. 

"This way Andy... I want you on top of me when you come..."

I lay on top, my cock naturally lining up with her hot cunt, and we started fucking-but-not-fucking again, her lips almost seeming to grip my meat as I slid up and down them. Her legs wrapped around me, her hands pulling my head down to her tits. I sucked a nipple in, licking it, biting it, feeling it get even harder in my mouth. Her hands slid down my back, gripping my ass-cheeks, pulling me in even tighter, pressing my cock hard against her cunt. We were both panting, lost in the throes of the moments just before orgasm... and then we came, simultaneously, my come spurting between us, her legs and arms gripping me tight as she curled up in her orgasm. I kept on stroking, my come squelching between our stomachs, as she groaned, rendered mute by the feelings she was having.

I rolled off her when I could, and she turned to lay half on me, her heaving tits pressed against me, one leg wrapped over mine. She ran a hand over her belly, collecting some of my come, sucking it off her fingers, and then grinning as she bent down to kiss me, her tongue lined with the taste of my come, knowing how much that turned me on. She reached down to stroke me, giving me a nice firm wank, squeezing the last few drops of come out of me. She broke the kiss, curling down to suck my head into her mouth, cleaning my head. 

Then the trollop rolled off the bed, heading for the shower, her large but firm ass drawing my eyes. "I'd better shower Andy. I can't go to classes smelling of your come, can I?"

I lay there, nicely relaxed, listening to the sounds of her showering, and then drying off. She re-appeared, towel wrapped round her. "Andy, I've been doing some thinking. I think we both know that, one day soon, I'm going to want you to take my virginity - " I looked up, shocked. "No Andy, not the usual virginity, but my... well, my anal one. And I want it to be a special occasion. So I've been thinking of when to aim for. There's Angela's leaving do, but that would be a bit tactless, don't you think? So I was thinking maybe the first night after she's gone. I could come here to keep you company, finding you all lost and alone and needing consolation, and then... well, you can guess the rest."

I smiled at her, waiting for her to continue.

"Or, there's the day I finish my exams. Or my birthday; it's only, what, 6 weeks away I think. And it'll be a nice birthday present, I think.... Do you have a preference?"

I thought about it for a bit. "Well, to be honest, I'm going to be kind of busy for the next few weeks with work, and - well - I'd like to be in the right frame of mind if I'm going to finally take that lovely ass of yours, and I'm not sure I'll be in the best mood so soon after Angela leaves." Also, I was thinking of Simone, as I intended to give her the best sex she'd ever had in the month we would have together. "So how's about your birthday? We can tease each other in the meantime..."

She grinned at me. "I can't wait. I'm having a bit of a party, as I missed my eighteenth due to being ill - do you remember?" I nodded. She'd come down with the 'flu. Real bad. Bed-ridden for about three weeks. As usual, she'd been working to hard for her exams, and worn herself out. "OK, so you're invited. I'll let you know the exact details later, as I've not confirmed them yet. But it'll be the usual affair - family, a few friends, some people from uni, that kind of thing."

She came up to me, leaning over me, running a hand down to my cock, wanking me again. "It'll be great to be seen with you, teasing you, letting you feel me up when no-one can see, letting me sit on your lap and feel your hard-on growing beneath me, just like it's doing now."

She licked her lips, looking at my cock as it grew. "I'll be talking about you to my friends, and telling them that I've heard you in bed with Angela, and you sound real good. Maybe I'll even tell them that you accidentally caught me in the shower one day, and stopped to stare. Maybe I'll tell them that we were having breakfast one day, and I caught you admiring my tits, and I saw your hard-on under your dressing gown, then later I walked past your open bedroom door and caught you wanking and whispering my name...."

She bent her head, giving one slow lick up the length of my now rock-hard cock. "Some of them are dead jealous - we all do babysitting, or have done at some point, and you're apparently the best looking father we've ever had between us... although I've obviously had you in entirely different ways than they think."

She swallowed by head into her mouth, her tongue flicking out to lick round my swollen crown. Then she pulled off. "In fact one of them - Jennifer - she was with me in town once when I saw you in the distance and pointed you out. You didn't see me wave of course, but Jennifer later saw you close-up, while I was in a shop, and she's quite smitten with you. She's VERY excited about being able to meet you at last. She's such a tart really - she's had a lot of boyfriends, none for very long, and she lost her virginity a long time ago, I think. She's got a bit of a thing for older men..."

She ran her fingernails over my balls, making my cock throb. "Oh Andy, I hope she doesn't come on to you. How will you cope? Because you know that that if you respond, I'll be annoyed and you won't get to put your lovely cock anywhere near me."

I reached down and started wanking. "Well, Sam, if this Jennifer does come onto me, maybe I should lead her on, getting you all jealous. Heck, if you won't put out, maybe she will. It sounds like she'll love a good stiff cock in her. Do you think she'll take it up the ass? Do you think she'll come over to me and beg me to use a dildo in her ass like you did earlier? Maybe I'll take her outside Angela's party, push her up against the wall, and take her standing up, from behind, knowing that you'll follow us out." I was wanking hard, determined to bring myself off quickly. "Knowing that you'll watch from the shadows, just like you watch Angela and I. Knowing that you'll be wanking yourself silly, jealous that Jennifer is taking my cock in her cunt in a way that you never will, and that I'm enjoying myself with another girl. After she's come, I'll pull out, line myself up, and slowly push my cock into her ass. You'll hear her scream in agony, then you'll hear those screams turn into moans, as she gets used to me, as she begs me to fuck her ass. You'll creep closer, desperate to see my cock spearing her insides, just like you watched me fuck Angela last week. Then you'll reach me, taking my hand, leading it down to your own ass, begging me to finger you while I fuck her..."

My come was approaching again, so I stood up, pushed Sam onto the bed on her front, and lay on top of her, my cock nestled between her ass cheeks, and started thrusting back and forth. "Then when I'm almost there, I'll pull out of her, bend you over, and slide my cock into you. I'll decide which hole - maybe your ass, or maybe your virgin cunt. Who knows? Maybe I'll alternate to make sure I have both your virginities. You won't be able to resist, begging me to fuck you, begging me to make you come. But I'll be almost there from fucking Jennifer up the ass - it won't take me long to come. You'll feel it - feel my come spurt into you as I grunt your name... and then I'll pull out, zip myself up, and walk way, leaving you high and dry for teasing me all night.... Now stay there Sam... I'm going to come... Your ass is fucking perfect for this... Big and firm... I can't wait to be in it instead of between your cheeks... It'll feel so good baby... Here it comes... Oh yeah... Here... Oh fuck!" I grunted, as my come leapt from my cock, spurting over her ass. She moaned as she felt it land on her, her hips working against me, her firm cheeks cushioning me.

I rolled off her. "You'd better have another shower," I said, laughing at her.

"Too late," she said. "I'll have to go to school smelling like this. Who knows, maybe I'll find a younger model to replace you with?"

I laughed at her. "You wish. But you know they'll be pump-pump-squirt guys, unable to hold it in long enough to make you come like I do. And you'll come running back to me quick as a flash."

She laughed, and headed out to pick up her clothes from wherever she'd left them.

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She texted me later that day. "You'll never guess. Jennifer smelled me. Don't know how. She knows I was with a guy. Lots of questions. Haven't let on that it's you. But might do before the party. If you want me to???"

I scrolled through the photos I'd taken with my phone, and found an old one of my erect cock, that I'd taken when I was at a conference, and which I'd sent to Angela at the time. I sent it onto Sam, with a note: "Don't tell her my name - show her this. Do you think she'll like it???"

Sam came back a bit later. "Couldn't show her. Don't want her to think I'm seeing a peewee herman."

I laughed, and left the conversation at that.

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Mondays, having to get back to work, weren't my favourite day, even though I quite liked my work. What made this Monday even worse was that I was doing my accounts, which is my most hated job. Well, at least until I see the final income figure. So, later that afternoon, when the doorbell rang, I was glad of the distraction.

When I opened the door, there stood Simone, wearing a raincoat. "What's with the coat?" I asked as I ushered her in. It was quite warm outside, and there'd been no rain for a while and none forecast as far as I knew.

"Is anyone else in?" she asked, looking over my shoulder into the house. I shook my head. In response, she undid the belt and shucked off her coat, leaving her standing there with nothing but a pair of stilettos and a pair of stiff nipples. My cock started responding.

"Come here," I said. She stepped into me, her firm breasts pressing against me chest as I cupped her ass in both hands. She groaned as we kissed, reaching up to pull my jumper off me, leaving me bare-chested.

"I've been thinking about you all day Andy. I want you to myself again. Being with Angela is lovely, and I want to do it some more, but right now I need a man who wants me, someone who ... oh god it feels so good to have you against me... someone who will treat me like a real woman, who knows what I want and when I need it... I'm so wet Andy, I've been imagining us together all day..."




Anal At Last Ch. 19



She wrapped her arms round my neck and shoulders, lifted one leg to wrap around my waist, and told me to hold her. I cupped both her butt cheeks in my hands as she lifted the other leg to wrap around me. We kissed, our tongues twisting around each other, her breath hot and fast. She started humping against me, rubbing her cunt up and down my growing hard-on.

After a few minutes of this, she slipped off me, her tits heaving with her panting breath. She kneeled down in front of me, undoing my jeans and pulling them down with my boxers, my cock springing free. With a small "Oh!" she took me in hand and ran her tongue up my length just the once.

Then she stood, grinned at me, and took me by the hand, leading me to the stairs. I bent over and scooped her up in my arms, making her grunt in surprise, and we went upstairs. Once in my room, I literally threw her onto the bed. She giggled, spread her legs, and held her arms up to welcome me into them. I sank into them, and she instantly reached down to line me up. I pushed, sinking deep into her moist heat. We both groaned as her cunt enveloped me. 

I slipped my hands underneath her ass, cupping her cheeks, feeling them tighten as she pushed against me. I started fucking her, hard and fast, pushing my hardness up into her, hitting her g-spot. After a few minutes, I moved my hands up to her shoulders, cupping them from behind her, using the leverage to pull her down against me as I pushed my cock up and into her. She groaned, thrusting back against me, her hips bucking, and soon after she came, her cunt clenching around me. 

I kept on fucking her for a while, making the most of the sight of her hourglass figure beneath me, and then I pulled out, and quickly turned her over onto all fours. She arched her back, still panting from her orgasm, and I lined my cock up and pushed deep into her cunt again. I reached down and spread her ass cheeks wide as we fucked, watching her asshole loosen and clench beneath me. Sliding one hand round, I started spreading her juice around her from her cunt to her asshole. 

She groaned each time I rubbed against her nether hole, and then she whispered to finger her ass, looking over her shoulder me, pushing her butt back at me. I pushed a thumb in, feeling her cunt tighten around my cock, and she grunted as I filled her up. As her asshole loosened, I pushed my other thumb in, stretching her further. She was soon getting close to coming, as was I, so at the last minute, I pulled my cock and thumbs out of her, quickly lined my cock up with her asshole, and pushed the head inside. She hissed as I forced my way in. It was too much for me, and I pushed, feeling her rectum stretch as the widest part of my head entered her, I came, my come shooting into her ass. This set her off, and her asshole snapped around me as her orgasm ripped through her.

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On Wednesday, I met Angela for lunch, chatting about her plans. I mentioned about Tina's plan for something special on her leaving do, but Angela couldn't think what it was. She vowed to drill Tina mercilessly till she found out. I asked if Tina was good looking, and if so, could I help to drill her mercilessly, which earned me an exasperated look.

"So," she said at a natural pause in the conversation. "When are you taking me to Greece?"

"Angela, I've not even -"

She interrupted. "Because I've decide that it's going to be OK Andy. I know you want to treasure those times with Sharon, and I'm fine with that. In fact, I support it. It's the type of thing I love about you, like I said the other day."

She paused, sipping her coffee, holding one finger up to tell me not to speak.

Then she continued, in hushed tones. "But... Well, I want that as well. I want you to look back on a time when we were in Greece, enjoying the sun for once instead of this god-forsaken cloud that hangs over Glasgow, teasing each other with sun tan lotion..."

I felt movement between my thighs. She was sat opposite me, and evidently she'd kicked her shoes off. Her foot was pushing its way towards my groin. 

She continued. "... Telling stories about how we'd like to fuck the beautiful people we see on the beach, wanking each other under the towels." Her toes reached by cock, and started rubbing. We were sat in a booth, and luckily, the restaurant was pretty empty and no-one was sat within hearing range. She smiled at me, saying "...and then going back to the flat and fucking each other's brains out, slithering in the lotion, using it as a lubricant as you fuck my ass hard... " Her toes pressed more firmly, still rubbing, my cock starting to react. "...enjoying the afterglow in the heat of the afternoon, then heading out for a nice meal on the shore as the sun sets, and then back to the apartment for some slow sensual sex before I rest my weary head on your chest and fall asleep with your arms around me."

How could I resist either her words or her foot? "OK, we'll go - " 

She squealed, and launched herself across the table, hugging me, kissing me, making heads turn in the restaurant. After a few moments, she calmed down, easing back into her seat. Then she stood up, and came round to my side of the table, shuffling me along to make room for her. 

As soon as she sat down, her hand was in my fly, undoing my zip. I looked at her, and grabbed her wrist gently, but she carried on regardless. She reached in, under the cover of the table cloth, and managed to work my cock out. Fortunately, I wasn't erect; otherwise she would have had a problem.

"Angela.... " I said, with a warning tone in my voice. I glared at her, not wanting to say anything else in the public arena.

She carried on whispering in my ear, wanking me slowly. "I know you'll want to keep those memories of Sharon, baby, but I want some of me as well. I want you to look back on us together, on the beach, oiling each other with suntan lotion, your fingers slipping inside my lips as you do the inside of my thighs, or rubbing up against my asshole as you do my rear. I want you to remember how I arched my back, pushing my ass against you so that your finger entered my hole just a little bit. I want you to be able to recall how my hand slid back along my body, down to your groin, wanking you just like I'm doing now, everyone else oblivious to what we're doing to each other, to how turned on we are, to how wet I am, to how much I want your cock inside me."

By now, I was fully erect, very conscious of the people around us, knowing we could be seen at any moment.

"I want to find a little cove, which we'll have all to ourselves, and sunbathe naked, knowing that sooner or later we're going to have sex, knowing that each time we top up our sunscreen, that could be the time you finally push me back and fuck me with that fine cock of yours. Then I want someone to find us, maybe a young boy the first time, unable to believe he's able to see us fucking, thinking he's hidden from us. He gets out his cock baby, it's hard, like all young boys are, and he starts wanking whilst watching us, knowing we could spot him at any time, knowing someone else could walk by, but unable to stop himself."

She smiled at me, loving my discomfort, and licked my ear sensuously as she paused.

"Then I'd look right at him, beckoning him to join us. He'd come over, nervous, afraid, but as I reach over to pull him close and take his hard little cock deep in my mouth, he'd groan, and instantly come, unable to hold back.... We'd keep on fucking, your cock so stiff in me, and he'd watch for a bit more, his stiff cock hardly going down... I'd get him to rub some lotion on his cock, and then get behind me, pushing into my ass... He hardly needs the lube baby, as I'm so used to your big cock in it... "

I was getting turned on, my breath coming hard and fast.

"And then he looks over, and two of his friend are watching us, their cocks out, wanking themselves..."

And with that, she broke contact with me, quickly picked up her coffee and swallowed the rest, and stood up. "Sorry baby, got to get back to work. You'll be able to hang around and pay the bill, will you?" she said, overly sweet and innocent. 

I growled at her, making sure no-one could see my throbbing cock, then shook my head. "Of course, darling," I replied, loud enough for anyone to hear. "But don't worry, it'll be your turn to do me a favour tonight."

She grinned, blew me a kiss, and virtually danced out of the room. I ruefully shook my head as she left, thinking how happy she looked at my situation, and planning how I was going to get her back. Her party. That will present the opportunity, I was sure. It took me about twenty minutes to relax enough to get my cock back inside.

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Aside from that, nothing exciting happened till Friday lunchtime, when I got a text from Angela.

"Are you free right now?"

I texted back: "Yes. What for?"

"Wait 5 mins and find out. Turn on camera in bedroom. Start it recording. Mail me how I can access from work."

Wondering what she was up to, I set up the camera to start recording. Then I mailed her the URL and logon details, so she could watch the security system live. Within a minute or so, she mailed me back. "Got it!"

There was a knock at the door a few minutes later. I went to answer it, fully expecting to see Angela there.

It was Simone. "Hi Andy. I checked with Angela about this, and she's fine. I'm on my lunch-break, and fancy a quick fuck. I didn't want to step on any toes, given that it's pretty much only been the three of us so far, hence my checking with her first. Are you up for it?"

She was dressed in a charcoal grey, pin-stripe suit. Very figure hugging, very sexy. I like the smart office look on a woman.

By way of answer, I opened the door to let her in, and lead her up the bedroom, which was obviously what Angela wanted to happen. By the time we got to the bedroom, her jacket was off, her blouse partly undone. I pulled her to me, into a tight hug, and started kissing her throat and neck. "Oh god," she growled, "I've missed this..."

She reached up to start undoing my shirt as we kissed, sliding it off my shoulders. "Mmm. I love your shoulders Andy. Nice and broad. And your pecs. Not too big, just nice and firm. Oh fuck it, I love your body. It's nice to have a guy who takes care of himself, to be honest."

I smiled at her, undoing the rest of her blouse. "And it's nice to have my own little Pamela Anderson doll to play with," I said, my hands reaching into her open blouse to play with her tits.

She slapped my chest. "You'll pay for that later... but first...." She undid my jeans, reaching in to pull my hardening cock out. "Mmm", she moaned. "I've dreamed about this for the last two nights. Had to wank myself off to get back to sleep. I can't believe how much I want you right now."

I turned her round, and pushed her back on the bed, watching her tits bounce as the bed settled. Then I quickly pulled of the rest of my clothes, while she did the same. I lay on top of her, both of us sighing and murmuring as our flesh touched without any clothes in the way.

She opened her legs, encouraging me, and I responded appropriately, lining my cock up with her cunt and giving a steady push. She wasn't quite wet enough and I had to strain harder than usual to get her lips to open up. But open they did, and as I nudged in and out a few inches, I felt her juices start to flow, making our movements easier. Within a few more strokes, I was fucking her with the full length of my cock, her hips working to get more leverage against me.

I ducked my head to her tits, which she pushed up towards me, and I sucked in one of her nipples, teasing it, feeling it stiffen in my mouth, biting it softly as we worked against each other. Her hands let go of her tits, sliding down my back to grab my ass, pulling me tighter. I managed to lever my toes in between the mattress and the frame of the bed, and used the leverage to aid my hip-curl, pressing my cock tight against her g-spot.

Soon, she was bucking hard against me, her orgasm getting near, and I let myself go as well, intending to come at the same time as her. But I didn't make it. Her come was quick, intense; her eyes closed as the feelings ran through her, her hips straining against mine to push me as deep as possible, her hands painfully gripping my butt-cheeks.

I lay on her and in her, gently fucking her still, as she came down from her come, panting, kissing me, and breathing her pleasure in my ear. "Fuck me Andy that was just what I needed.... So good... So fucking good... What do you want Andy? Tell me what you want."

I thought about Angela watching us over the web, and wanted to put on a show. I pulled out of her, the wet sound of her juices sounding like music to my ears, and I lay on my back. "Get on all fours, squat above me, facing away from me." She did so - not kneeling, but literally squatting, her hands and feet on the bed, her knees bending to lower her cunt onto my cock. "Now, wank me off with your cunt." 

She looked over her shoulder, confused, so I took a hold of her ass cheeks, and started lifting her bodily up and down, not letting her rest her weight on the bed. She got the hint, working her thighs, pushing her tight cunt lips up and down the first few inches of my cock, pulling up till my head was just touching the outside of her lips, then pushing down. I gazed down at her lovely ass, her cheeks spread by the angle she was in, her rectum winking at me.

I ran a finger between us, over her lips, collecting her juices, and then up to her asshole and in, making her groan and pause in her fucking. As I started fingering her ass, she carried on fucking me, now raising and lowering herself over my entire cock, her cunt touching my balls at the bottom, my head just coming clear of her lips at the top. As she rose, I could see her lips, taut around my cock, dragging behind as she lifted, clenching tight. She was moaning as she fucked me, but whether from pleasure or the burning in her thighs, I'm not sure. I lay back, closing my eyes, sinking into the feelings of my cock sliding into her hot depths, letting my orgasm approach.

Within a few minutes, I was there, and I told her so. "Thank god!" she gasped. "I can't keep this up... much longer."

I kept fingering her ass till I came, but cock pulsing, my come spurting into her cunt as she dropped down on top of me, letting me take her weight, moaning as her thighs relaxed, working her hips in response to my finger in her ass. "Oh fuck Simone, that's good... You feel so tight baby... You looked so dirty and so horny and so fucking good..."

She waited till my cock stopped pumping, and then raised herself off me, dropping herself onto the bed beside me. I still had a hard-on, and decided to treat her. I rolled her over onto her side, facing away from me, and curled into spoons behind her. Lifting her uppermost leg, I pushed my cock between her thighs. She reached down to line me up, and I sank into her depths again. We both started pumping our hips, and I reached around her to play with her tits, grabbing a handful of the firm flesh, playing with her nipples, squeezing them, running my hand down her front to her clit, rubbing it as we fucked. I stayed with her clit then, teasing it, bringing her on intentionally, getting her to come as fast as possible.

It didn't take her long. She jerked her hips several times, her hand coming up to squeeze her nipples, as she moaned my name, her cunt walls closing in my cock as the muscles spasmed.

I let her ride it out, cuddling her. Eventually, she twisted round, curling into me, nestling my cock against her warm belly. "Thank god for Angela. I can't believe she's sharing you out like this, but thank god she is. I'm going to miss this in a month's time, believe me."

"And I'll miss you too," I whispered, kissing her and stroking her hair, enjoying the feel of her gorgeous, wank-tastic body up against me.

"No you won't. You'll be moving onto your next conquest."

"Exactly. And it won't be you. Remember, I've spent many years knowing you, thinking of you, -"

"Wanking off at the thought of me," she said, smiling.

" - Wanking off at the thought of you. Exactly. So it's nice to finally get the real thing. The next woman, I don't even know who it is. OK, so Angela's got me lined up for Charlie, and yes, I've met her once. But that's not the same as a living-breathing fantasy-figure, is it?"

She pulled me closer, sighing as we hugged. "You're too nice Andy. I hate to say it, but I wish we'd gotten together before you met Angela, then I could have had you all to myself. But don't tell Angela that. I feel bad saying that when she's been so... well, so generous."

I ran my hand down her, stroking her, enjoying the curves of her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her ass, feeling her tense and relax as I touched her. "Too late," I said, hoping she would take this well.

She pulled back, looking at me. "What do you mean?"

I pointed at the cupboard that housed the camera, and then waved my hand. "Wave to Angela."

Simone looked to where I was pointing. "What are you on about, Andy?"

"I've got a security system installed, web-enabled - but secure, don't worry. Angela's watching us now."

Simone looked again, eyes wide open. Then she looked at me. "She's watching? Really?"

I nodded.

"God, that's so dirty. And yet... quite exciting. She can hear us as well, I take it?"

I nodded again. She faced the area of the camera. "It's very clever - I can hardly see it even though I know it's there. Anyway..." She raised her voice a bit. "Angela. Hope you can hear me. Don't take offence. Yes, I wish Andy and I could have gotten together without you being around, but it can't be helped now. I know he's yours, don't worry. I just ... well, I just want to make the most of having a nice man around whilst I can." She turned back to me. "Can we hear her?"

"No, it's one way."

"Damn. Oh well."

Then her phone beeped. She read the message, laughed and looked at the camera. "It's from Angela," she said. "Apparently she's just been wanking in the office watching us. She'll be round later so you can finish her off... Oh, no, hold on.... I think she means she'll be round later so I can finish her off." She blushed, smiling at the camera. "Christ, what have you gotten me into, Andy?" she whispered, as rolled off the bed, starting to pull her clothes back on.

"You think this is good? Wait till there are four of us - you, me, Angela, and Peter, after Angela's party."

"Oh, I can't wait. It'll be a bit odd with Peter there - I hope I like him. But... well, two of you at once? I'm looking forward to it. But... I'm going to tease you so much - both of you - that you'll be ripping your clothes off in the taxi on the way home, desperate to get into me, desperate to feel me around you, any hole - cunt, ass, or mouth. You'll be so horny for me..." She carried on getting dressed for a while, so I lay there, enjoying the show.

"You won't believe the outfit I've gotten Andy. It's... positively sinful. After you see me in it, you won't be able to stand up without bursting your jeans, you'll be so hard. It reveals so much, and yet keeps it all hidden so well. It fastens at the back, so you can stand behind me in a dark corner, undo a couple of buttons, and feel my ass. You might even be able to slide your hand round inside it, to finger me in front as well. Not sure about that, we'll have to try. And I think - if we get the chance - I'll sit on your lap for a while, get you nice and hard, and we'll see if you can get your cock through a gap and fuck my ass for a while. I'll make sure I'm nicely lubed up for you..."

I stood up, helping her do up the buttons on her blouse. "I think you'd better ask Angela about that."

"I already have," she said, a knowing look on her face. "In fact, she and I have set ourselves a challenge to see who can get you the most turned on during the night, and which one you'll try to fuck first, before we even leave. Mind you, it's a good job that Sam's not on your list. I think if she was all dressed up as well, we'd both lose to her, wouldn't we?"




Anal At Last Ch. 19



I said nothing, laughing at her.

She finished getting dressed, and then smartened herself up in the bathroom. I lay back on the bed, wanking slowly, looking at the camera, hoping Angela was still watching. Simone came back out, saw me, and rolled her eyes. "Christ Andy, put it away for once," she said, laughing.

I lead her to the front door, still naked, and pulled her into a hug just before we opened it. She sighed softly, enjoying the hug, pressing herself against me, muttering "Oh god, if only I could take a longer break... We'll have to do this again Andy. I love a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am fuck at lunchtime. Definitely makes the day better."

And with that she left. I noticed that I'd left a trace of my juices on her suit when I'd pressed against her, but said nothing. Let the people she worked with wonder about that one. 



Anal At Last Ch. 20



I spent the rest of that weekend with Angela, doing various intimate things: walking along the beach, watching her favourite weepy movie, having a picnic under a tree in the local park. Really just spending our last weekend together. Well, there was one more weekend to go, but on Saturday, she'd be recovering from her party, and Sunday she'd likely be packing, so we wouldn't see much of each other. Again, Simone stepped up to the plate and look after Daniel, whisking him and Peter off to all sorts of exciting events. We did spend some time with Angela, as Daniel wanted to be with her for a bit as well, but... well, kids are kids, and he wasn't too upset about her leaving, as he knew we'd be going to America to see her, so he was hyper-excited about that.

Of course, Angela and I had sex a few times over the weekend. Slow, sensual sex; lots of loving and holding; whispering to each other in the dark; turning over in the night to stroke one another and having the other person respond quietly but eagerly.

It was a good weekend. Fantastic, even. The knowledge that soon we wouldn't see each other much, made us treasure each moment more, and I felt closer to her than ever before. But Monday came around, and work beckoned again.

A parcel arrived on Tuesday - I opened it to find a dildo, bigger than the one Sam had used, and a note: "Andy - we'll try this one next, as I'm getting bored with the small one. Need something bigger. Sam xxx" I smiled to myself, placing it to one side, thinking about how fucking lucky I was to have these three women at the same time.

The week was taken up with plans for Friday. Arranging lifts, babysitters, and so on, and Friday afternoon soon arrived. I started my evening's taxi service by heading over to Angela's, but stopped off first to drop the boys of at Simone's. She greeted me at the door, and the two boys ran off to play on the Xbox for a bit. We went into the kitchen, the boys disappearing upstairs. She put the kettle on to make a cup of tea, and I took in the view of her lovely ass, shown off by a tight fitting, calf-length skirt.

"Thanks again for looking after him Simone."

"That's OK Andy, I know you and Angela will need time to get ready, so it's not a problem. I just wish I was there to watch...." She smiled at me salaciously.

"I hope you're not going like that?" I asked. 

"No, of course not. I've got that special dress I mentioned. Honestly, you'll love it. I went round to Angela's last night to compare, and make sure I wasn't upstaging her. We compared dresses, hairstyles, shoes... and quite a bit more as well. I hope you don't mind that we carried on without you?"

"Oh, I see. Well, maybe it's time for your punishment, seeing as how you're supposed to be on MY list, not on Angela's."

"We did discuss that, and she conceded that I should be on both your lists, so you're even."

"Oh. Well. That's OK then."

"But...." she said, quickly poking her head out the kitchen door to make sure the kids weren't around. "You mentioned some... punishment? What did you have in mind?"

"I think... you should take your t-shirt off, and let me play with those fantastic breasts of yours for, oh, at least five minutes."

She looked at the door again, and then walked over to it, reaching up to slide a bolt across. "I put that on when Stephen was younger, to keep him in here or out there, according to where I was. I never thought I'd be using it to lock a man in here," she said, as she walked back to me, taking her blouse off.

I sat on a dining room chair, patting my lap. She rucked her skirt up, showing a thong underneath, and straddled me, reaching back to undo her bra, her tits spilling free, nipples already hardening. She pulled my head into her cleavage, moaning quietly, grinding her hips to press her cunt against my bulge.

I pulled back, snatching at one of her breasts with my mouth, sucking hard to extend her nipple, clamping down on it with my teeth, and flicking the end with my tense tongue. "Oh fuck Andy that's good... Do it again Andy... Make me come just from this..." 

I was in two minds. Part of me wanted to fuck her, if the kids didn't intrude. Part of me wanted to save myself for Angela later. That part of me won out, so I attacked her tits with a vengeance: sucking, licking, biting, grasping, tweaking, fondling, rubbing, teasing. She gradually got more and more turned on above me, rubbing her groin against my now hard cock under my jeans, her breath coming hard and fast. I grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them, moulding them, teasing her asshole without actually touching it, just by stretching it.

It didn't take long - thankfully, as the longer we took the more likely the kids were to wonder what we were up to - but she came, grinding herself hard onto my cock, which was now straining through my jeans. She pulled my head into her cleavage, making me fight for breath, gasping for breath herself as her stomach muscles tensed and relaxed. After a few moments, she stood up, and I kissed my way down her cleavage, down her firm stomach, teasing her belly button with my tongue.

"Right, your turn," she said, reaching down to undo my jeans. I let her get my cock out and wank it a few times - despite wanting to save it for Angela, it was good to feel Simone's firm grip on my cock. She knelt down, and started licking up and down my length. 

I groaned, and pulled her back to her feet. "Not tonight Josephine... I think I'd better save myself for Angela. Tonight is her night, after all."

Simone playfully pouted. "Lucky girl," she said, her breasts still heaving. I looked down at them, licking my lips, and then turned away, shaking my head and doing up my jeans.

"Simone, put them away. They're too tempting. Please, take pity on me."

She walked round to the front of me, licking both sets of fingertips and running them over her nipples. "What's the matter Andy? Are you getting horny?"

I growled at her, pulling her close to me, feeling her nipples dig into my chest. "Wait till Angela's gone," I said, menacingly. "I'm going to give you the fucking of your life for teasing me like this. You won't be able to walk straight afterwards. You'll have to find a reason to tell people why you can't sit down for a week."

She kissed me, her tongue pushing its way into my mouth insistently, and I kissed her back, grabbing her ass-cheeks and pulling her in close. She broke the kiss, saying "Jesus Andy. All these promises. I hope you're able to follow through. I mean, my little tush is just waiting for your nice big prick to push into it again and again. Maybe we should do it with you on top, so that you can see my face as you push inside, and you can suck my tits as you pull out of my hot little cunt and ream my tight little ass..." As she said this, she grabbed my hand, pushing it down, outside her jeans, deep into the crack between her thighs.

I growled at her again, my hard-on straining to be free. I reached down to undo my jeans. "Fuck it," I said. "Let's do it here and now. Bend over the worktop."

She laughed, skipping free of me. "Oh no you don't Andy. You want to save it for Angela, so stick to your promises." She stepped in, doing my jeans up again, but only after giving me a few quick strokes, sighing as she let go and went to my zip.

"Go, Andy. Now. Get out before the kids come back down." She shooed me out the house, laughing all the time at me trying to walk normally with a huge hard-on.

I got in the car, and drove off to Angela's. Then a text arrived. I pulled over to read it. It was from Angela: "Can you pop round to Sam's before coming here? She's got something for you to bring here. Ang x"

Obediently, I headed over to Sam's. She greeted me at the door, just her head poking round the corner. "Andy, come in," she said. I stepped into her house - her dad's house, to be exact - wondering why she was hiding. Then I realised, she was wearing just a towel.

She saw me looking, and dropped the towel, baring her curvy figure, her lovely breast, and her erect nipples. The she spun to let me take a good look, saying "Dad's out, round at that woman's. So we've got the place to ourselves. Fancy coming to help me get dressed?"

"Angela said you had something for me?" I asked, as I followed her up the stairs, admiring her large butt as she wriggled up the stairs in front of me, hoping that her dad didn't suddenly appear. At least once we got upstairs, I could bolt into the bathroom and pretend I was using the toilet.

She lead me into her bedroom, somewhere I'd not been before. It was ... well, studious. A couple of bookcases were filled to the brim with her course books. A laptop sat on a desk, along with several ring-binders of notes. A framed poster of a mountain range, taken from the air, hung above the bed...

... And on the bed was the smaller dildo we'd used the previous week. She saw me looking at it. "Yes Andy, it is wet.... I've been... amusing myself while in the shower." 

Jesus, I thought, this girl is a nymphomaniac. How lucky am I? 

She went over to her drawers, and bent over, more than she needed to, pushing her ass out towards me, glancing over her shoulder to make sure I was looking. She pulled out some black lingerie, and handed me the knickers.

"Do you mind helping?" she asked. I knelt down in front of her, her bare cunt level with my eyes, and held the knickers out for her to step in to. Her lips were still wet, and not from the shower. I could smell her juices in the air, the scent triggering all sorts of things from the top of my head to the end of my cock. 

She put one foot in her knickers, and then grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer. "Lick me Andy, lick me."

I stretched out my tongue, and ran it up her slit, tasting her juices. She moaned above me, pressing me harder. I lifted my hands to her ample ass, pulling her close, using my tongue to separate her lips, hunting down her clit, and then attacking it, my tongue stiffening to circle it, flick it. I started doing the alphabet with my tongue, and she broke the contact, throwing herself onto the end of her bed, her feet on the floor, pulling me with her. She lay back, her back arched, pushing her cunt towards me, and I carried on with the oral. 

A few minutes later, she said she was coming, and her legs rose up to sit on my shoulders. I slid my hands under her bum, and used one finger to tease her asshole. That took her over the edge, and she came, her juices flooding out, her hands pressing me into her cunt as she groaned my name.

She pulled me up to kiss her, and I lay alongside her, reveling in her naked body beside me, one hand sliding down to push two fingers into her cunt as my tongue pushed into her mouth, my lips and tongue still wet with her juices. She groaned, her hand coming to the back of my neck again, pulling me in as her tongue met mine. She reached down with the other hand to rub my erect cock through my jeans.

We kissed for a while longer, with me taking occasional expeditions down to her tits, making a meal of her nipples. Meanwhile, she reached into my jeans, wanking me, bringing me on. She bent over, taking me in her mouth, as I ran my hand down her back to lightly toy with her ass. One of her hands wanked me as she tongued my helmet, and I lay back to enjoy the blowjob.

After the excitement with both Simone and Sam, it didn't take long for my balls to start tightening and I told her I was going to come, to swallow my juices. I got almost to the point of no return, when she leapt up out of bed, a finger to her lips, a scared look on her face.

Shit! Don't say her dad's come in, I thought, sitting up quickly.

She waited a few moments, and then said, "Shit. False alarm.... Oh god, I thought that was dad....Andy, listen, I think it's better if you go, just in case he does come back."

"I thought you said he was out for the night?"

"Well, yes, but... hearing that noise has got me worried. Seriously Andy, please, go. Let me finish getting ready."

I sighed, standing up and putting my cock back in my pants. "OK. If you insist. I'll let you get dressed on your own," I said, looking her up and down, grinning. "Or I could stay and help still..."

She sighed. "OK, stay for a bit longer. But don't be late for Angela."

"Plenty of time left. Now, turn around."

She did so, and I picked up her knickers again, holding them for her to step into. She did, facing away from me, and I began to slide them up her legs, getting as far as her mid-thigh. Then, I let go, grabbed hold of her ass cheeks, parted them, and ran my tongue up the crease of her ass, settling on her asshole.

She moaned, falling forward to lean on her wardrobe, sticking her ass out. I took that as a good sign, and continued rimming her. As I felt her asshole relax, I tensed my tongue, pushing it into her rectum, feeling her sphincter open as I pushed.

She groaned again, her legs parting, one hand coming down to finger herself. I saw some baby lotion on her make-up stand, and reached over for it, pouring some over her ass. She pulled the hand away from her cunt, reaching over her back to start rubbing the oil between the cheeks of her ass, as I undid my jeans, pushing them and my boxers off me, leaving my cock straining in the air. I pressed forward, pushing my hard-on into the crevice between her cheeks, immediately starting to wank myself in her flesh. 

Her hips pushed back at me in time with my thrusts, as she started finger-fucking herself with that hand again. I knew it wouldn't take long for me to come, seeing as I'd been so close a few minutes earlier.

"Oh god, Andy, I love the way your cock rubs against my asshole... It feels so dirty..." I reached up with both hands, grabbing her ample tits, moulding them, squeezing them, using them to pull her back against me as I pushed up between her ass-cheeks with my cock.

I leaned forward, whispering into her ear. "You like this? Just think how much you'll love it when I actually fuck you, when you feel my erect cock push between your cheeks, up against your anus, and into your ass itself. You're going to come just from that alone. Then as I push more and more of my cock into you, you'll find it so fucking horny that you'll be coming over and over again, unable to believe it feels so good. You'll be begging me to push more cock into you, holding your ass-cheeks apart, telling me to fuck your ass with my stiff cock."

"Andy, that's so horny... I think I'm... Oh god yes... I'm coming again..." And she did, her ass-cheeks clenching with the force of it, her breasts heaving in my hands, her back muscles clenching, making her back arch and her ass push into me harder.

I kept wanking between her cheeks as she came down from her peak, but as she recovered, she turned around, smiling at me. She stepped forward, grabbing my ass-cheeks, pulling my erection against her naked groin, pressing her tits into my chest, kissing me. I slid my hands down her back, cupping her ass and gently sliding a finger into her oiled-up asshole. She groaned as I did so, pressing her ass back against me, and breathed, "Andy, I really want to do something special with you... but you should go. I mean it this time." She stepped back, looking down at my erection, biting her lower lip seductively. She reached out with one hand, gripping my cock, and running her hand up and down a few times, lubricated by the baby oil that had transferred to it from her ass cheeks.

I let her carry on until she broke the contact, and then I picked up her bra, twirling it on a finger, raising an eyebrow in question. She turned away from me, smiling. I stepped up to her, my cock again nestling between the cheeks of her ass, and whispered "Let me check it's the right size" into her ear.

I reached around her with both hands, cupping her full tits, feeling her melt into my grasp. I ran my hands over them, stroking, playing, teasing her nipples, whilst again starting to wank my cock in her ass crack. She groaned, sliding a hand down her front to finger herself, pushing her ass back towards me.

We carried on like this for a few minutes, my orgasm approaching again, when she broke my grasp, stepping to the door, and holding it open. "Go. Now," she said. "Angela will be waiting."

I pulled my boxes, jeans, and footwear back on, shaking my head at her, asking how she could leave me in this state.

"Not my fault Andy. You started it by rimming my ass."

"I know, but you've had your kicks. What about mine?"

"Again, not my problem. Speak to Angela, if you can face up to telling her that we've been having 'intimate relations' all this time." Ah of course, it was supposedly a secret that Sam and I had been together.

"Er... No. Not tonight, thank you. I'll just leave it at this. See you later," I answered, as I walked out the door and downstairs. When I got to the bottom, I realised I'd not picked up the item that Angela wanted, so I went back upstairs and opened her room.

She was on her bed, naked again, kneeling in doggy position, one hand behind her, using the dildo in her ass, the other underneath, fingering herself, moaning softly.

"Sam," I said softly. "All you had to do was ask - I'd have gladly helped."

She turned as she heard my voice, gasping, pulling the dildo from her, then realised it was me. She picked up her knickers and threw them at me in mock-anger. I caught them, smiled, and put them to my face, inhaling deeply to enjoy her aroused scent.

"Oh god Andy, I might have guessed you were a panty-sniffer!"

I threw them back at her. "Why would I be a panty-sniffer when I've just had the real thing?"

She snorted. "Did you want something? Or did you just come back to letch?"

"Haven't you got something that I was supposed to deliver to Angela?"

"Oh god yes," she said, scrambling from the bed. She went to her wardrobe, and pulled out a box, wrapped and sealed, and gave it to me.

I shook it gently, sniffed it, listened to it, as though trying to work out what was in it. "Never you mind Andy," she said. "Just take it to her."

I reached up to her neck, pulling her in, kissing her, my tongue wrestling with hers. Then I broke the kiss. "I meant what I said Sam. All you had to do - or ever have to do - is ask."

"I know Andy. That's what makes you so reliable. And so pathetic. Now go little man. Try not to have a wank in your car about what you just saw."

"Now, now Sam. Be nice. I think you're getting too friendly with Angela - those 'little man' insults are very much her style. I think I might need to chain you to my bed so that you can't see her any more."

She reached down to my cock, rubbing me. "Ooooh, promises, promises," she breathed, laughing at me. Then she pushed me out into the hallway and closed her door, shouting through it "Bye, Andy. Don't come back."

I drove over to Angela's, letting myself in with the key she'd given me a few weeks ago.

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She was in the bath when I arrived, luxuriating in a good amount of bubbles. "Hey baby," she said, smiling as I walked in. "Fancy joining me?"

I pursed my lips, thinking, looking round. "Just one thing to do. I'll be back in moment." I headed downstairs, opened a bottle of champagne that I'd brought with me, and took the two glasses upstairs.

"Oh, lovely," she uttered, reaching out for her glass. I gave it to her, put mine down, and stripped off, my cock already showing signs of interest. She smirked at me as I lowered myself in behind her, letting her lean back and relax into me. We chatted for a while, catching up, but after my unfruitful encounters with Simone and Sam, I was ready to fuck anything that moved.

I nuzzled into her neck, kissing, licking, and slid my hands around her, cupping her breasts, playing with her nipples. "Mmmm. That feels good," I whispered.

"Feeling horny Andy?"




Anal At Last Ch. 20



"God yes. Simone wanted to come again just from her tits being sucked. Sam came a couple of times when I was round there. And here I am, still not having had an orgasm all day."

"Ah, baby, poor you. Let's see what we can do about that. I think I might have some spare time. Just keep on doing what you're doing for a while. It's kind of nice..."

I carried on feeling her tits, and she squirmed against me, her bum pressing against my hardening cock. I slid one hand down to her cunt, feeling my way up and down her lips. She slid forward a bit, reaching a hand behind her, and took a hold of my cock, wanking it slowly.

I pressed a finger in, quickly followed by another, fingering her, rubbing the pads at the base of those fingers against her clit. Her hips were tilting, pressing against my hand as I fucked her, and after a few minutes, she changed position, going on all fours, her tight little ass facing me, poking out of the bubbles.

I knelt up behind her, my cock finding its way naturally to her cleft. A little manhandling on my part, and I was in, my cock finally finding a cunt to call home after the afternoon's frustration. I reached forward to grab her shoulders, and pushed hard, forcing my way into her.

"Oh baby that's good. I've been thinking about you all day, about what we're going to do tonight, and I've been so horny. Fuck that's good... Do it baby... Fuck me hard and fast... Make me come on your cock baby... Show me who's the boss..."

I started fucking her, pulling her back onto my cock by her shoulders, ramming my entire length into her with each stroke. The water sloshed around us, over the sides of the bath, but I didn't care. I just wanted to come in her tight snatch. She leaned with one hand onto the taps, and the other came underneath her to finger her clit as we fucked. I took one hand off her shoulder, and started massaging her asshole, hearing her breath get faster as she got more turned on.

"Fucking hell Andy, I love our sex life... It's so fucking good... You're the horny, dirty man I've always wanted but never found... And god you fill me up... Come in me baby... Let me make it up to you for how bad Simone and Sam were to you... Fill me with your come..."

I carried on fucking her, feeling my own come get closer. But she beat me to it, her back arching up as she came, her cunt clutched at my rampant cock. I kept on fucking her as she came, albeit a bit slower, and then she pulled away from me. She stood up, and stepped out of the bath onto the mat, panting, water dripping down her gorgeously firm body, smiling at me.

"Aw, baby, didn't you come? What a shame!"

I growled at her, and rose out of the bath. She squealed playfully, and ran into the bedroom, throwing herself on the bed. I followed, chasing, and threw myself on top of her, both of us lying face down. I took hold of both her wrists in one hand, holding them above her head, and used my spare hand to guide my cock between her thighs and back into her hot cunt.

"There, you little bitch. Is that what you want? Do you want me to tie you up and fuck you senseless while you lay there? Do you?"

"Oh fuck Andy, yes, tie me up, use me.... Take me baby... That's it... So big Andy, so big..."

I started fucking her hard and fast, intent on coming in her. My belly slapped into her bum with a resounding smack each time I pushed in. She was bucking her hips back against me, egging me on. "Fuck me harder Andy... I've been bad... I told Simone and Sam to tease you... Told them to let you make them come, but to keep you frustrated... It got me so horny knowing that Sam still thought you and her were being secretive about it.... I wanted you to be real horny when you got here, and to take me like you did the other day... To just hold me down and fuck me hard, using me... You're so hard baby... That's it... Fuck me like you own me..."

I fucked her for a bit longer, then pulled out, turning her around onto her front, and plunged inside her again. Her legs wrapped around my ass, her hands pulling me closer into her. "Oh god yes Andy... Fuck me... Make me come again... And come in me baby... Let yourself go..."

I fucked her hard and fast, both our orgasms building. It took about another two minutes for me to come, and I roared with relief as my come shot into her depths. She came too a few moments later, her hot cunt clenching around me, adding to my pleasure. 

I rolled off her, sated at last, both of us lying there getting our breath back. After a while, she rolled over, laying on her side, curled up to me.

She sighed, her hand teasing my nipples, and running up and down my chest and stomach. "God baby, I'm going to miss you so much while I'm away. Promise me we'll visit as often as we can?"

"Of course... if I can fit you in amongst the other women," I joked.

She slapped my chest. "Evil man." Her hand ran down to my cock, wanking me slowly, as she rested her head on my chest, looking down the length of me, watching my erection come back again.

After a few minutes of enjoying her wank, I pulled her hand away. "No more Angela. Remember tonight? I want to be on best form."

She sighed and rolled of the bed, going to her bedside table. She took a small box out of the drawer, and threw them to me. "Viagra. Thought it might make the night last longer for all of us," she said, eying my erect cock again. "Maybe you should take one now. We've still got some spare time before we go."

"Oh, no. You've teased me enough. You carry on getting ready, I'll just sit and watch." She went back into the bath to freshen up, and I knelt by the side, helping her, washing her, teasing her. Then while she did her make-up, I showered myself.

When I came out, she was almost ready. She was wearing a very sexy set of black lingerie. A wonder bra scooped her tits up very nicely indeed, emphasizing her cleavage. Her ass was framed by a lovely pair of knickers, riding high on her hips, just a thin strip of material between her cheeks. She was just sliding into a slinky black dress, long, down to the ankle, but with a nice slit up the side. It was similar in style to the one she'd worn when Peter got together with us, but this time instead of a slit to show off her cleavage, it had a normal open neck.

I wolf-whistled when she had it on, and she showed it off, moving round the room in catwalk poses. Then she went into the bathroom to put in her earrings.

I looked at her, bent over the sink to get a close-up view of her ears, and suddenly I wanted her. My erection grew rapidly as I walked over, knelt down behind her, and carefully lifted her dress up, over her back.

"Andy! No! Don't get this creased, it's -- ah fuck baby," she exclaimed as I pulled the strip of her knickers away from the crack of her ass and ran my tongue over her asshole. She pushed back against me, shifting her dress herself, and I settled down to rim her ass, wanking myself slowly.

After only a minute or so, I could smell her juices in the air, and I stood up, pulling her knickers further to one side. She reached between her thighs, and guided my erect cock into her cunt. She pushed back against me, and I sank balls-deep into her in one push. I looked up to see her reflection - her eyes closed as she felt me fill her, her cleavage heaving as her breath began to speed up. I leaned forward, my hands on her hips, and kissed the back of her neck as I began to fuck her.

"Angela baby, you look... utterly gorgeous. You are going to outshine everyone there tonight, and I'll be totally proud to have you on my arm. Every man in the room will be looking at you, thinking how good you look, wanting to take you aside and do what I'm doing to you now... God, look at you, you are fucking beautiful baby... "

"Oh Andy, fuck me, please, just fuck me... And tonight, we'll make it obvious to everyone that we have the best fucking sex life of anyone in that hotel... Because it's true baby... It's true... I love it.. And I love you Andy... I love you so much... Please... Fuck me... Help me to remember what it feels like baby... I'm going to miss you so much..."

I could see her eyes were filling up, the thought of us separating getting to both of us, and I reached around her to hold her close for a second, pausing in my movements. She fought back the tears, and her hips started to move against me again, her cunt tightening around me. I started fucking her again - nice, long, even strokes, filling her up as much as possible, letting her feel every inch of me over and over again. I straightened up, looking her in the eye via the mirror, and we kept eye contact all through the fuck.

Her hips were working against me, her breath coming fast. "Come for me Angela... One last time before we go out... Come for me... Let me feel you come... ", I whispered. She started thrusting harder against me, and I pushed back equally hard. 

"Oh god Andy... You feel so good... No-one's ever felt like this... Never made me feel this good... I love your cock Andy... I love feeling it in me... I dream about you when you're not near me... I think about you during the day... All I want is for you to take me, over and over again baby... I can't control it...You make me feel so good."

We continue fucking, until eventually we both came together, my cock pulsing in her cunt as it tightened around me. Our eyes both closed then, breaking the contact we'd held in the mirror, and she murmured to herself, "So good... So good..." a few times.

I pulled away, the sound of our slick juices echoing in the bathroom. Reality hit then, and she reached for some toilet roll to wipe away our juices. "Jesus, Andy, I know I said I love your cock in me, but do you have to fuck me when I'm all dressed up for the night out?"

"Angela honey, you wanted it. You know it. I know it. Don't try to pretend otherwise. Now, finish prettying yourself up while I get ready, and then I've got a little surprise for you."

We got ready. She looked stunning. A fine silver belt showed off her trim figure, and accentuated the silver necklace and earrings she had on. She'd had her hair done that day - it was held up by a clip at the back, with a few strands curling down to frame her face. Artfully dishabilles, I described it as.

She smiled, loving my adoration, and said I didn't look so bad myself, in my black trousers, dark blue shirt. "So, my surprise?" she asked. "And don't tell me it's what's in your trousers!"

"Not at all my dear, although you're in the right ball park." I reached into my overnight bag, and pulled out the gift.

"What the hell is that?" she said, curiously.

"It's a little vibrator thing. You get this egg, place it inside you... and I keep the remote control, to entertain myself at your expense throughout the evening. The battery is inside the vibrator, so there are no ugly lines to mess with that gorgeous dress you've poured yourself into."

"Oh no Andy. I'm not wearing that thing."

"Yes you are."

"Uh-uh. No way. Not tonight."

"Yes way, Angela."

"Baby, don't make me do it."

I stepped in close to her, standing tall, looking down at her. "Angela, you're forgetting something. You're mine. My toy. I'll do what I want with you."

"Andy, please, don't make me wear it. Don't turn it on when I'm with other people."

"Angela, put it on." I gave it to her, and she slid off her knickers, somewhat eagerly.

But her words said otherwise. "Andy, please, you'll embarrass me. You'll get me turned on when I'm talking with friends. You'll make me smile when I really shouldn't be. I'll be squirming about when I'm trying to eat nicely." As she said this, she slid it under the slit in her skirt, rummaged about, and sighed slightly as she pushed it inside her cunt.

"Next time, Angela, you'll not only have this, you'll have something in your ass as well, so remember that tonight when you're about to come from wearing it."

She pulled up her knickers. "No baby, don't make me come from it. I'll never be able to look people in the eye again. Please baby, they'll all be talking about me." When she straightened her dress, she reached forward to rub my cock through my trousers. "Please baby, let me take it off. I'll be so good to you. I'll do anything you want."

"You'll do anything I want anyway, you little slut. If I want you to come from this, you'll come. If I want to take you outside and fuck you up the ass against a wall, you'll beg me to do it again. If I want to take you up to a room and share you with the guy from room service, you'll do it without asking. If I want to take you into the men's toilets and have you fuck the first guy that comes in, you'll politely ask him which hole he wants. Do you get the message Angela? You're mine. I'll do what I want."

She meekly hung her head. "Yes Andy."

"Good."

Then she raised it, grinning at me evilly. 

"That's good actually, Andy. Simone, Sam, and I have got a little plan to tease you - a lot - tonight. I think you just upped the stakes."

Oh-uh, I thought. 

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We arrived at the party fashionably late. I went into the main reception room first, went up the DJ, and he handed me the mic. I got everyone's attention, and announced the presence of the lady of the evening. She strolled in, looking fabulous, and was greeted by a wall of cheers and wolf-whistles, particularly loud from a group of people I assumed to be her work-mates. I was stunned at how many people there were, and when I got a chance to catch up with her, I mentioned this. It turns out she'd got a bit carried away, and invited loads of people, as she loves a party.

"But it's like a wedding or engagement party, there're so many people!" I exclaimed.

"Yes. Isn't it just?" she said, grinning knowingly at me.

I shook my head at her, and went to walk away, but she grabbed me by the arm and led me over to the loud bunch. "Everyone, this is Andy... Andy, this is everyone from work." We all exchanged pleasantries, and I heard one of the younger girls say to Angela, "God Angela, you landed on your feet. He's quite cute for an older guy." I didn't hear Angela's reply, but the other girl laughed, looking at me.

One girl came over, and shook hands. It was Tina, who had helped organize things for Angela's work. She complemented me on the nice touch of ordering Angela's favourite flowers, and apologized again for the little joke they had planned later.

"So are you going to tell me what it is?" I asked, playfully.

"No, Andy, it'll spoil the fun. But trust me: you'll know when it happens. Just..."

"Just what?"

"Well, just remember, it's our idea, not Angela's. She knows nothing about it."

"Uh-oh. Sounds ominous."

"Not at all, just a bit of fun. Honest."

"When people say 'honest' it always worries me," I laughed.

Angela grabbed me then, and continued the introduction to her friends, holding my arm, presenting me, lapping up the comments by various people along the lines of me being better than her usual standard, "not like the last one", and so on.

I turned to her at one point. "So.... er.... Where's Jules?"

She turned to me, pouting. "She couldn't make it. Work commitments. But I'm going out with her on Monday night, so don't worry."

"And will you be bringing her back to mine afterwards for a little light entertainment?"

"Er... No, Andy. I think not. That will have to wait."

Damn!

I reached into my pocket, and turned on the remote control for the vibrator, on it's lowest setting. She looked surprised for a moment, and then smiled. "Mmmm. Nice. But is that all it can do?"

"Just wait baby, just wait," I answered, turning it off. "I need to pick my moments."

We mingled some more, and finally she took me to meet her folks. Well, her mother, and her sister, and the sister's family. Her dad had died some time ago.

"Well," I said, when I met them, "Angela didn't tell me she had two younger sisters!"

Her mum laughed, and her sister rolled her eyes. "You were right Angela, he is a little creep. Although, as I'm older than you, I have to say he's right, don't you think?" She reached up to pinch my cheek. "Yes, you'll do Andy, if you keep that up."

"Be nice Carol," said Angela. "Try not to scare him off. I quite like him at the moment, as he bought all these flowers, and he makes a mean carbonara. He'll be around for a bit, so treat him gently."

I sat with them for a while, getting to know them, expressing my concern that we hadn't met earlier, and reacting with somewhat faked joy when they suggested I pop round every so often while Angela was away. It's not that I had anything against them personally; I'd only just gotten used to having Angela around, and becoming a regular guest to the family, by myself, was not filling me with excitement. But, I could see where Angela got her looks and personality from, which helped to pass the time happily.

At one point, I saw Angela chatting to a good-looking chap I'd not met yet. I turned on the remote, notching it up a couple of levels. I saw her twitch fiercely, and the guy reached out to take a hold of her elbow, a look of concern on his voice as he spoke to her. She smiled, obviously telling him she was OK, then glanced round the room to meet my gaze, glaring at me. I smiled my biggest smile, enjoying the games. She spoke to the fellow, obviously excusing himself, and then looked round the room. She then set off across the room, and spoke briefly to Simone, who was chatting to a couple.

I recognized the woman from the school run, but their kid wasn't one of Daniel's close friends, so I didn't know any of them very well. The mother was pretty nice looking actually. A bit too "stepford wives" for my liking, but easy enough on the eye while I was watching Daniel head into the schoolyard. The husband was a great hulking brute of a man. Obviously she liked them big. Beside them, Daniel and Stephen played with the third boy, laughing and joking. She must have been one of the friends that Simone said she would call on to look after the kids.

As Simone and Angela chatted, Simone smiled, and caught me eye, raising her glass to me. I raised mine in return, and turned back to Angela's family. A few minutes later, Simone came over, making her excuses for dragging me away.

She looked mighty fine, especially up close. Her dress was almost a two-piece: one long main dress section from the waist down, sheer and clingy, and a matching halter top. The top and bottom weren't directly joined, but they were both sewn to a metal loop which sat at her belly button. The belly hoop only served to accentuate her toned stomach. Two straps held the top up, exposing the square-cut top which left a delightful gap down her cleavage. The back exposed her smooth, lightly-tanned back all the way down to just above the crease of her ass, with the halter top leaving a thin covered strip across the lower shoulder blades. The clinginess of the bottom half highlighted her ass exquisitely, my eyes lead to follow the path down her legs by the row of buttons holding the dress together. Oh yes, I thought, if two or three of those babies came undone, there would be plenty of room to slide into her.

As we walked away, I leaned into her to whisper. "Simone, you look utterly ravishing. Is there somewhere quiet we can go?"

She smiled, looking down, flattered by my comment, then said. "Well, maybe not somewhere quiet, but there is something I can think of for us to do with each other..." She smiled, enticingly.

"Oh? My mind boggles. Whatever could it be?"

She grinned, took my hand, and lead me to the dance floor, which was just busy enough that, while we weren't the only couple dancing, there was no way we were lost in the crowd. We danced for the remainder of that song, not touching, and then a slow one came on. People left and other couples the dance floor, but Simone took my hand and gripped it tight to make sure I didn't leave. 




Anal At Last Ch. 20



"Hold me Andy, like you're actually enjoying the dance," she joked. I pulled her in reasonably close. Close enough to enjoy it, but not to arouse the suspicions of anyone watching. It was nice, dancing with her, especially as she guided my hands onto her exposed sides. As we slowly turned, again a few guys in the audience grinned at me, although I could see Angela's workmates all a-flutter, obviously thinking that I was being bad to Angela.

The song came to an end (no idea what it was) and then Nelly Furtado's "Say It Right" came on. Slowish, but definitely sultry, with a slight latino beat (in my limited knowledge of latin music). Simone pulled me in real close, her thigh pushing between mine, and she encouraged me into an amateur-ish salsa-light dirty-dancing kind of thing. I was ever so uncomfortable with doing this in public, but the feel of her thigh pressing against my groin, and her hips wriggling seductively, made me forget the audience, and I concentrated on having a good time.

As we danced, I caught sight of Angela strolled around the dance floor. She was watching us, and as I caught my eye, she raised her glass to say "cheers", grinning at us. She was heading for her workmates, obviously intending to fight the fires burning there. She'd come from the direction of her family, so I was guessing she'd already spoken to them.

I smiled back at her, and then went back to chatting with Simone as we danced, unable to prevent my hard-on from growing as she writhed against me. Soon, she felt it, and pressed a bit harder with her thigh as she impishly grinned up at me. 

"You're an evil seductress, Simone, and I'm so going to pay you back for this."

"When Andy? As soon as this song's over, I'm off, leaving you standing here with a hard-on for everyone to see. And judging by the rate it's growing, everyone WILL be able to see it. How awful, you getting a hard-on dancing with another woman at your lover's leaving do. What will people think?"

I said nothing, glaring at her, and gripping her tighter to let her know she wasn't getting away.

"Oh Andy, I like it when you get all forceful. Please don't do anything nasty, I'm just a poor defenseless woman."

"Defenseless, my ass." I said as I pressed myself subtly against her.

"Mmmm. Nice. Shall we find an excuse to slip out and do something about that?" she murmured.

"Let's find an excuse to let it go down first shall we?"

The song changed again. "Thinking of You" by Sister Sledge. Good, I thought. Something slow enough that we can still just about dance together, hiding my erection, but fast enough to stop this dirty dancing hip swiveling thing that Simone was doing oh-so-well.

We pulled apart slightly, Simone pouting as our groins stopped pressing together. "Damn, I was enjoying that."

"So was I," I laughed. "A bit too much."

We kept dancing to that song, and then Angela came over to join us as Jason Nevin's floor-filler "Heaven" came on, and all three of us danced away near each other. Angela pulled me in close for a bit, raising her eyebrows as she pressed herself into my groin. 

"Andy. You got your first dance hard-on over Simone, and not me. I'm jealous."

"No need to be. Just get the DJ to put something slow and sultry on later and I'll make it up to you.... Your workmates looked a bit edgy about Simone and I dancing. Is that what you spoke to them about?"

"Yes. They obviously thought you were stupid enough to try it on with Simone in a place like this. One guy almost came out and said it out loud, but Ann, his girlfriend slapped him down quite sharply. But they're OK, I explained that you were just making Simone feel better about herself in her rough divorce. The women all bought it, the men wished they were in your place."

Ricky Martin's "Livin' La Vida Loca" came on, and Simone retired gracefully off the dance-floor, gesturing to the two of us to carry on. Angela took over, doing a fast salsa-type dance with me, laughing at my attempts to keep up.

"You hadn't told me you'd done salsa," I said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, didn't I? Well, that makes up for you not telling me about your place in Greece," she laughed. "It's all in the hips Andy... Here, let me show you." She put her hands on my hips and pushed and pulled me to the point where my hips got the point. Then we sashayed across the floor. I thought I'd picked it up quite well - I'd done a lot of martial arts when younger, so I was used to using my bodies in ways that stiff-lipped British men don't normally do. It just took a while to get a hang of the rhythm.

We laughed our way through the song, Angela laughing more than I'd seen her before, obviously loving the dancing, the evening, and, hopefully, my company.

Then Gloria Gaynor came on, "I Will Survive", and I beat a hasty retreat from the dance floor, along with every other straight guy there. I caught sight of Simone coming back, and I stood to the side, watching the two women play along to the song for a while, smiling to myself at how good they looked, how joyous they were, and how goddamn lucky I was.

Eventually, I turned away, chuckling to myself, and sought out Sam, finding her at her table with a friend. She introduced us - it was Jennifer, the friend from university. Jennifer's eyes lit up when she realised who I was, and she turned to Sam, her face showing how impressed she was. Jennifer was a good-looking girl, very tall and elegant, slim, lovely auburn hair hanging straight down.

"Andy, glad to meet you. Sam's told us all about you. But she didn't describe you very well. You're much more distinguished than she described."

"Distinguished? Jesus, now I feel old," I joked.

"Oh no Andy, I didn't mean it like that. It's a complement, trust me."

I tilted my head in a miniature bow, expressing my thanks at her.

"So Andy... Perhaps you can help on something?" She moved closer to me, leaning in as if conspiring, our thighs touching. "Our Sam has been keeping a secret. She's been seeing a guy. She keeps denying it, but I know she's seeing someone. Any idea who it is?"

I turned to Sam, acting surprise. "Sam! You've got a boyfriend and didn't tell me? I'm hurt."

Sam, blushing now, told us to stop messing around.

"You really didn't know?" asked Jennifer, looking surprised.

"Not a clue. Although now you mention it, she has had a glow about her recently. And have you noticed how she dresses nowadays?"

Jennifer turned to Sam in triumph. "See! Even Andy thinks you're seeing someone. Cough up Sam, who is it? What's he like?"

Sam, dressed tonight in a nice pair of moleskin jeans, topped off with a smart blouse, shook her head at us. "Give it up, you two. There's nothing going on."

Jennifer turned towards me again. "Andy, we need to find out who the boy wonder is. This is our mission. Do you choose to accept it?"

I nodded with mock-sincerity.

"Then our future is set. In the meantime, I wonder if we can find a sexy older man to buy us two poor naive young female students a drink?" She fluttered her eyelashes at me, smiling. I rolled my eyes, and went to get the drinks.

Whilst I was getting served, a guy came up next to me to get served. I didn't know him, which wasn't a surprise given I hardly knew anyone at the event. He was a bit younger than me, but his beer belly indicated that he didn't look after himself.

"Hey, you're Andy, right?" he asked. He seemed friendly, but I got the impression it was a front.

"Yes," I answered, guardedly. "Sorry, I don't know you. You are...?" I held out my hand to shake.

He didn't take it. "Matt, I'm a friend of Ken's."

Ah. I dropped my hand back to my side. "Good to meet you. Having a good night?"

"Mmm. So-so. So, you seem pretty friendly with Simone?"

"Yeah, we've known each other for a few years. Her boy and my boy are friends."

"Her and Ken's boy, you mean."

I smiled, as patronizingly as I could. "Of course."

"Actually, if I didn't know otherwise, watching you on the dance floor made me think you were more than just friends. But that can't be right, can it, as you're with Angela. Is that right?"

"I am indeed."

"So what's going on with you and Simone then? There's no way that was just friendship I saw earlier." He smirked, as if we were two twenty-year olds confiding that one of us had gotten off with a girl.

I was getting pissed off. "Matt. First, do you really think I'm stupid enough to have an affair with Simone and then show it off at Angela's party? Second, Simone's an attractive woman who's husband was fucking multiple women behind her back. I don't think having a dance with me to get her mind off the divorce really compares to what Ken did, does it?"

"Hey, Ken wouldn't have strayed if things were going well at home, now would he? I wonder why Simone stopped putting out. Maybe she was seeing someone else first, eh, Andy? What do you think of that?"

I'd had enough of this "Listen, Matt. I'm not going to justify to you what Simone does or does not do. The fact is: Ken had affairs. Multiple. And Simone was hurt by that fucking tosser, because she's never done that to him. End of discussion."

"Wow, you're getting very defensive of our little Simone aren't you? You do realise they're not actually divorced yet, do you?"

"Of course. As I said, we're friends."

"And Angela's OK with you being ... 'friends', is she?"

I sighed. "Matt, can I ask how you're here? Do you know Angela?"

"My girlfriend works with her. We've got an invite." He grinned, knowing that I wasn't likely to chuck him out now that he had a valid reason to be there. I'd not seen him earlier, but I guessed he'd arrived late or been sat somewhere else.

"In that case, ask your girlfriend to ask Angela what she thinks of Simone and me being friends, and Angela will be quite, quite clear about it. I don't have to justify myself to you."

"None of my business mate. I'd just hate for Angela to get the wrong impression. She seems like a good woman." He glanced round the room, searching for Angela, and then blatantly leered as he looked her up and down.

"Yeah, she is a good woman. Too good for you. So keep your eyes to yourself."

"Oh? It's like that is it?" he said, squaring up to me.

"Matt, listen to me. You've come here as someone else's guest, tried to infer that there's something going on between Simone and I, and now you're letching at Angela. In front of me. Now, she's a fine woman, and perfectly capable of looking after herself, but she's not here right now, and I am, and I'll resolve any ... difficulties... without spoiling her night. You're wrong if you think you can come in here and cause trouble. Simone and I are friends. Angela and I are a couple. And Simone and Angela are fast becoming friends. End of story. Now, are you going to go back to having fun with your girlfriend, or do I have to throw you out? Make your decision quick, as I'm bored of this discussion, and tired of your little comments."

He stepped back a bit, hands up, mock-placatingly. "Andy, listen man. Just saying what I see. I mean, what if Ken found out what was going on?"

"I don't give a shit if- " I started.

"There's nothing for Ken to find out Matt," said Simone, who suddenly appeared from behind us, stepping up to the bar between me and him, stepping right into Matt's personal space. Angry, she continued. "Ken's a lousy fucker that couldn't keep his pecker in his pants, and from what I heard from him before I kicked him out, you're no better. Oh, is that Ann over there? Or is it that girl from the gym that you were fucking for a while, before she dumped you for being a limp fuck? Let's go over there now and say hello, shall we? Although I hope I don't get their names mixed up. I do get so easily confused these days, what with all the stress I'm under."

Matt said nothing, looking angry and afraid. "Simone, listen honey - "

"Don't call me honey, you patronizing, cheating shit."

"Listen, Simone, I didn't mean nothing. Just trying to clear up the situation, make sure that Andy's not fucking you around. I've always liked you Simone, and want to make sure you're OK. You and Ken might be having your difficulties, but that doesn't mean you and I can't get along."

She stepped into close to him, gently patting his cheek. She spoke, her voice low, almost sultry. "I know you've always liked me Matt..." Then she stepped back, a look of disgust on her face. "I could tell by the drool I had to wipe off my cleavage every time you came around and tried it on with me. Now get out of here before I get really angry with you and say something to Ann that you really don't want her to hear."

He looked at me, at Simone, and then turned away.

"Oh, Matt?" He turned back. Simone walked up to him, and whispered something in his ear. He looked at her in surprise, then at me, and turned sharply back to go to his girlfriend.

Simone walked back to me, a victorious grin on her face. "I hate that little shit. He kept trying it on with me at one point, around the same time he was shagging the girl at the gym. Bad enough to try having an affair, but to have it with your mate's wife? Stupid cunt."

"What did you say to him?"

"Oh nothing much. Just to let Ken know I've had more pleasure with you in one night with our clothes on than I've had with Ken in all the times we had sex over the years."

"Oh, Simone..." I said, disappointed.

"Oh nothing Andy. The fucker deserves it. Ken I mean. Let his mates know what a complete and utter useless cunt he is in bed. That'll soon put a damper on his ego." She was fuming at Matt's intrusion into the evening.

"What about Angela? Won't Ken and Matt automatically think that now means we're having an affair? Or worse, we've had one, and mess up the divorce?"

Her face fell. "Oh fuck Andy, I'm sorry. I was just so cross at him and his arrogance that I didn't think there would be any come-back on Angela. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

My mind span. "Come with me. Angela's good at this sort of thing," I said. I asked the barman to put aside the drinks I'd bought for Sam and Jennifer, and lead Simone to Angela, my arm around Simone's waist, pressing firmly on the bare flesh at her side, just above her hip. I looked over my shoulder to see Matt staring at us, and winked at him.

I pulled Angela away from her current conversationalists, making my apologies, and quickly brought her up to speed on what had happened, and my idea. She thought about it a bit, and then suddenly grabbed my arm, pulling it around her waist, and told me to do the same to Simone. I had a flash back to my fantasy of me with the two women in my arms, naked, walking into a bedroom to have rampant sex, and smiled to myself.

Angela leaned across to Simone. "Simone, follow my lead. Not sure where I'm going to go with this, but if I mention Ken having an affair, look appropriately upset. And both of you, if I seem to indicate something going on between the two of you, play along. And if I say anything about any difficulties between us Andy, just play along as well. Look as if you wished I hadn't said anything."

Angela lead us over to the table where Matt and Ann were sat, with a few others. As I walked across the hall with Simone and Angela in my arms, I got a few envious stares from some of the guys. One or two that I knew caught my eye, grinning at me. I tried - and failed - to hide my grin back at them.

We got to the table where Matt, Ann, and some others were. They greeted us all, with Angela introducing me to the people I'd not met before, and introducing Simone as her good friend. As she did this, she pulled up a chair next to Matt, and Simone and I took two other seats.

"Ann, you're looking good. Nice dress. And you're hair is fab. Where is it you go again? I'll have to go there next time."

Ann preened under the complement, and started to say the name of her hairdresser, then stopped. "Yeah, like you'll come all the way from the States to get your hair done Angela."

"Oh Jesus. How stupid of me. Sometimes it just seems so unreal. Still, I'll be coming back at some point. Remind me then and maybe I'll look as good as you one day." She turned to Matt. "Matt," she said, overly friendly. "How are you? I've not seen you since the Christmas bash. What have you been up to?"

"Oh, this and that, you know how it is." He was like a rabbit caught in headlights, his eyes flicking from me to Angela to Simone, trying to work out what was going on.

"I'll bet you have, you dirty devil. Isn't it time you two got over that honeymoon period and settled down to just slumping in front of the TV like us old farts?"

He laughed, nervously, and Ann retorted, "Angela, I've seen you stagger into the office in the morning quite a bit recently. You seem to have developed a bit of a funny walk sometimes, so obviously you and Andy are not just watching TV at nights." She winked at me, grinning. Poor girl I thought. I hate this sort of situation. Do you mention the fact that her man's been fucking someone else, or not? It's easy enough when it's a friend who's being cheated on, but not when you hardly know someone.

Angela looked at me, mock bashful. "Oh, he's OK in that department. A bit of a handful actually. I'm trying to house-train him, but it's not going so well, so I keep sending him on errands to help Simone out actually. She needs the help now that Ken's out of the picture... for good - " She looked at Matt meaningfully. " - and, well, between you and me, I keep hoping Simone will take him off my hands for a while, give me a bit of a rest." We all laughed at that, some of us a bit more forced than others.

Angela turned to me. "You'd like that, wouldn't you Andy? Being allowed another woman on the side." I feigned disinterest. She turned back to Matt like a guided missile. "What about you Matt? Would you like a bit on the side, to give Ann a rest? If you were allowed, of course."

He froze. "Er. No. Not me Angela. Not into that sort of thing."

"Good, good. Of course, I probably shouldn't joke about that sort of thing, because it's a shitty thing that Ken did to Simone, don't you agree? Not something to joke about." 

"Er. Yes. No. I mean....," he said, looking at his girlfriend nervously. "It wasn't right. Not right at all."

"But what I don't get is how Ken must have been very good at covering his tracks. I mean, no-one mentioned it to Simone. She had to find out for herself. And I know if I was friends with a couple, and one of them was cheating, I'd confront the cheater and give them, oh, say, two weeks to end it before I go to the other person and tell them. And yet, none of Ken's friends told Simone about it, so they mustn't have known, right Ken?"

"Right. Not a clue."

"Or maybe one of you boys knew about it, confronted him, and he ignored it."

"Oh. No idea Angela. First I heard was when Ken said he was moving out."

"Ah. I see. By 'moving out, you mean 'kicked out in the street for being a total cunt', of course. Oh well. But like I was saying, I'd give someone two weeks to end it. That's pretty fair, right Matt?" She smiled at him, and I caught a glimpse of what a bird must feel like just as the cat is about to pounce.

He licked his lips, nervously. "Yeah, pretty fair."

"Good, glad we're agreed. Now, Ann, that dress, tell me where - Oh shit." She turned to Simone. "Simone, honey. I'm really sorry, dragging Ken up like that. Are you OK?" Subtly, she shook her head.

Simone picked up on the cue, and swallowed hard as if fighting back a tear. "Well, I'm OK, I guess," she said, somewhat dejectedly.

"Listen, Andy, be a love. Take Simone outside for some fresh air, will you? Somewhere quiet, away from any smokers hanging around outside. No, better yet, I've reserved a room upstairs for us ladies to be able to re-do our makeup and so on. Ask at reception, and take Simone up there for a bit of private time. Do what you know best." I reached out to gently squeeze Simone's thigh, raising my eyebrows as if asking Simone if she wanted to come. She nodded, and I lead her out of the room, again with my hand on the warm flesh of her side. As we left the table, I heard Angela tell the group what a considerate guy I am, a great comforter.




Anal At Last Ch. 21



When I entered the living room, Angela was laying back on the sofa, her head on Simone's lap, her feet on Peter's lap.  All of them were dressed, although the women had kicked off their shoes. Peter was rubbing Angela's feet, which she was obviously enjoying.

"At last," said Angela. "We thought we'd wait for you, although if you'd been much longer, we wouldn't have waited."

"Yeah, I got delayed," I answered. Angela looked at me, waiting for more information, but I didn't give any. Instead, to get the show underway, I walked to a cupboard and pulled out a set of large headphones I have for listening to music when Daniel's doing something noisy.

"Angela, honey, put on these headphones," I said, handing them to her. She looked at me, paused, and then put them on, shaking her head at these antics. I plugged them into the hi-fi, and played some music fairly loud, telling her to close her eyes.

Satisfied that she couldn't hear, I gathered the others round me.

"Right, there's someone else coming tonight: It's Jamie, the stripper." There were gasps of surprise from Simone and Peter. "I know, I know. It wasn't planned. I just found out tonight that Angela's apparently always wanted a nice big fat black cock in her, and - well, consider it a parting gift. But she doesn't know. I'm going to blindfold her, and let him in quietly. Then we'll spend a while getting her all worked up without letting her come, and when she's getting desperate, we'll get her to straddle him, still blindfold. After that, we'll play it by ear. But, it's totally up to you: if the two of you would rather not be seen by a stranger in this sort of situation, feel free to hide upstairs and come down later, once he's left. Again, up to you."

They looked at each other, and shrugged, then nodded their consent. I asked them to start kissing Angela, to keep her busy, and they did so, taking it in turns, and I could see Ang getting more aroused. Simone even pulled Peter in to a kiss, their tongues fencing, whilst Peter's hand played with Angela's tits through her dress.

I pulled out my phone, and phoned Jamie. I gave him the address, and he said he'd be there in about 10 minutes. I told him to text me when he arrived. Then I looked at Peter and Simone.

"OK. Let's do it. Wait there a second." I ran upstairs to get the blindfold that Simone, Sam, and I had used so well previously, and went back down, walked over to Angela, and took off the headphones, and put the blindfold on her. Then I simply stood up onto the sofa, standing over her, pulled out my cock, and told her to suck it, guiding my swollen but not-yet-hard cock into her mouth. Within a few moments, I started to harden under her tongue's playing.

Simone came over, and started working Angela's dress off her, with Angela and I shuffling to help out. Eventually though, she got it off, and my cock was hard enough. I stepped off the sofa, enjoying the sight of Angela in her black bra and knickers, smiling down at her.

Then I gently pulled her off the sofa, and stood in front of her, pulling her into a kiss. I looked at Peter, and gestured to stand behind her. He got the message, and stood there, pressed up against her, his hands resting on her hips, his groin pressed to her bum. I started kissing her, on the mouth, and he kissed the nape of her neck, while Simone stepped in to Angela's side, and knelt down to slide Angela's knickers off.

Angela groaned, pulling my head in as she kissed me, reaching behind her to start rubbing Peter's cock through his trousers, and spreading her legs to help Simone strip her. Then she turned sideways on, facing Simone, turning to kiss Peter for a few seconds, then back to me, her breath coming faster already. Simone stood up, waited till she'd finished kissing me, and then gently turned Angela's head towards her, and the two women kissed. 

Angela managed to undo Peter's trousers, and reached in to pull out his already-erect cock, at the same time reaching down to mine, still damp from her saliva. She stood there, naked while the rest of us were still dressed, wanking both of us nice and firmly, kissing Simone full on the mouth, moaning in pleasure.

Simone broke the kiss, sliding down Angela's body slowly, kissing her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, and then down to her cleft. She reached around Angela to squeeze her ass-cheeks, and then started licking the older woman's cunt. Angela's hand tightened around my cock as she felt Simone's tongue on her, and she groaned into my mouth as she turned to kiss me.

I indicated to Peter than he should kneel behind her and rim her, which he was all up for. He knelt down, and Simone parted Angela's ass cheeks for her. When his tongue touched her ass, her hand on my cock tightened so much it hurt, and she began panting, moaning, begging us to fuck her.

My phone buzzed to say a text had arrived.

"Do you want a cock in you, baby?" I asked, breathing in her ear.

"Oh god yes... No... Two cocks, I want both of you, please... Fuck my cunt and ass..."

"First, you've got to go down on Simone while Peter rims you. Simone... sit on the sofa, lay back." She did so, and Angela lifted Simone's dress up over her waist, exposing her naked hips and groin. I guided Angela to kneel down, and she dove into Simone's cunt, sticking her own ass up in the air for Peter to have free access to. Simone started to shrug her top off, but I caught her attention, and lifted her legs, pressing her thighs against Angela's head. I mimed that she should press against Angela's head, intending for her thighs to muffle any noise from me opening the door to let Jamie in, and she did so, pressing them tight against Angela as she carried on taking her top off. 

Peter didn't need telling - he knelt down behind Angela, and started rimming, wanking his cock while he did so. Angela groaned into Simone's cunt, and slid her own hand down to her cunt to start fingering herself. I knelt down beside her, and pulled her hand away, slapping the back of it as if telling her off. 

She got the hint, and instead slid her hands under Simone' ass, and I guessed by Simone's sudden gasp that Angela was playing with the blonde woman's ass.

I went to the front door, after doing up my trousers, and saw Jamie parked out front. I waved to him, and he got out and came up. I shook his hand in greeting, and he grinned at me, asking if Angela was looking forward to it.

"She still doesn't know." He grinned even harder. "The others are in there getting her warmed up, so you need to be quiet. Basically, come in, get yourself... er... ready, and sit on the sofa. She's blindfold, so keep quiet. I'll tell her to straddle Peter, but it'll be you instead."

He smiled, nodded, and we entered. He smiled at the others as he came in, winking at Simone, and taking in her now naked breasts. He leaned into my ear to whisper.

"Is she interested as well? That's a fantastic pair of tits on her, she's fucking gorgeous."

"Not sure. You'll have to ask."

He grinned, and stared at her some more. She saw the effect she was having on him, and blushed. Then, after a moment's hesitation, she started rubbing her tits, teasing her nipples, looking at him all the while, acting the complete slut. 

"I guess the answer might be a yes," I whispered, smiling.

Angela was getting really turned on with Peter's rimming, so I walked over to them, pulling them up to their feet. 

"Time for a change baby. Peter, assume the position. Angela needs a hard cock to suck." He sat where Simone was, his cock standing proud. I pushed on Angela's shoulders, and she knelt down and felt her way to Peter's cock, swallowing his meat. I sat beside Peter, and reached for Simone, pulling her close in front of me, and removed her remaining clothes.

Jamie took a seat on an armchair, watching the show. When Simone was naked, I pulled her down to kneeling, and she started sucking me, mirroring Angela's position with Peter.

I enjoyed it for a while, and then lifted Simone up. I whispered in her ear, "Simone - do you feel like helping Jamie get ready?" She looked across to him, then at me, and stood up. She walked over to him, slowly, sultrily, hips swinging, breasts swaying, and he grinned up at her.

She knelt down in front of him, and undid his trousers. I heard her gasp as she pulled his cock out, and then she started wanking him. I walked over to her, unable to resist her ass sticking out like that, and lined my cock up with her wet cunt lips. I pushed in, making her moan and push back, and caught site of Jamie's growing cock. Jesus, he was bigger than I thought. Fuck, I thought. I hope Angela tightens up again afterwards, otherwise I'll have to use the back door every time.

Then I grinned. Hmmm. Not an absolutely undesirable situation.

I started fucking Simone nice and slow. Firm, even strokes, feeling her loosen up as I fucked her. I could just about reach Angela from where I was, so I reached back and started fingering her as she blew Peter. Her hips pushed back against me as I fingered her sopping cunt, hearing her moan around Peter's cock.

We carried on for a while, till I saw Jamie was ready. I pulled out of Simone, making her sigh in disappointment, and we all stood up, Jamie's scarily big cock hanging out in front of him. I motioned for him to take his clothes off, and I took mine off as well.

I gently pulled Angela up to her feet. "Baby, I think it's about time you had a cock in you, and I think it should be Peter first, don't you? And keep your blindfold on - it'll feel so much better."

"Oh god baby, yes, let me feel Peter in me, and then I want you to fuck my ass. Let me have both of you baby..."

"We'll see.... Now stay there a moment, and Simone and I will help you straddle Peter, OK?"

I motioned for Jamie to sit where Peter was, and he did so, his cock - which must have been a foot long, and thicker than mine as well - standing relatively proud. Simone and I took one of Angela's hands, and guided her into place, making her stand on the edge of the sofa, right above Jamie's cock. We lowered her down, and Simone used her spare hand to line them up, wanking Jamie a bit as well.

"Oh god that's good," Angela moaned as Jamie's head just touched her lips. "Peter, baby, I want to fuck you so much... Will you make me come while you fuck me? Will you make me scream your name with your big cock up me?"

Jamie grinned, loving the sight of this blindfold woman being lowered onto his cock. We let her go a bit lower, and his head parted her lips.

"Oh fuck baby, that's so good, I love the feel of your cock in me Peter. I bet you can't believe we're doing this, can you? Can't believe I've wanted your nice hard cock in me for so long now, ever since our first time together.... Oh fuck that's good, you feel so big."

We lowered her again. "Oh fuck Peter... God you feel big... That's it, oh god..."

Then I think it dawned on her. "Peter? Is that you?"

I breathed in her ear. "No, it's not, baby, it's a surprise." I took off her blindfold with my spare hand as we dropped her a bit lower.

She took in the sight: Jamie's muscular bulk beneath her. Then she lowered her head to look at his cock. "Oh fucking hell Andy... Fuck me... That's gonna tear me apart." She pushed lower again, grunting with effort, and Simone and I let her take her own weight, her hands coming onto Jamie's shoulders.

She looked at me, her eyes wide as she pushed down onto that huge cock, wincing every so often as he stretched her. "Fucking hell that's big... Andy, you bastard, you dirty bastard, watching me... oh shit... watching me take this big... black... cock...."

I could see her cunt lips stretched tight around his cock, as she worked her way down it. I squatted down on the floor, watching her for a bit, and then Simone came over to me. She gently held my face in the palm of her hand, turning me to face her, and giving me a soft, meaningful kiss.

"You're a good man Andy," she breathed. "It might seem odd saying that when you're girlfriend is impaling herself on someone else's - monster - cock, but you are. Letting her do that? That's ... good of you. Real good." Then she smiled impishly. "And I think you deserve a reward."

She knelt down behind Angela, and started licking her asshole. Angela groaned, "Oh fucking hell that's good", and Jamie looked over Angela's shoulder, loving what he saw. He looked at me, eyebrows raised, and I said, "They really like each other" as an answer. He grinned, and then reached up to Angela's tits to start playing with them, his dark skin contrasting almost artfully with Angela's slight sun-kissed tan.

With Simone knelt down, that left her ass sticking out. I let Peter have first go, and motioned him forward. He thought about it, and then declined. "Not yet Andy. I've got something else in mind." I smirked, and lined my cock up with Simone's cunt again, running my head up and down her lips for a few moments before pushing inside. She groaned as I entered her, and I pushed hard, bottoming out in one swoop. 

Simone came away from Angela's ass for a moment, dropping her head as she arched her back, pushing back at me. I looked up, and watched Angela still pushing herself down on Jamie's large cock. She was mouthing a constant stream of expletives and gasps as she took him inside, pumping up and down, going deeper each time. His cock was lined with her juices, and her lips looked red and swollen already.

I grabbed hold of Simone's shoulders, and started fucking her. I wanted to come after my day of teasing, but I wasn't sure whether to come in Simone or Angela. I knew it should really be Angela, but I didn't think she'd be up for it after fucking Jamie.

Simone raised her head again, rimming Angela's ass again. I looked across to Peter. He was wanking, looking at the scene before him, but particularly at Simone's tits swaying beneath her as we fucked. 

I caught his eye. "Peter, lay down underneath. Simone really gets off on her tits being sucked."

Simone broke away from Angela's ass again. "Oh god yes Peter.... Please... Suck me... Suck me while Andy fucks me." Then she went back to Angela's ass, occasionally dipping her head to lick Jamie's balls, making him moan in response. Angela had almost bottomed out now, sweat lining her back as she worked to accept Jamie's size.

Peter lay on the floor beneath us, and started sucking Simone's tits. I slowed down my movements to keep her steady so that he could get a good purchase, and felt her cunt tighten around me as she responded. "Oh god Peter, that's it baby... Suck my tits... Do you like them? Do you like my tits? Andy loves them, and I hope you do too... I want both of you to suck them together later... .Will you do that? Will you both suck me till I come and then let me wank you both off?"

I leaned in close to her ear and stage-whispered. "Yes, Simone, we'll do that... and then, when we're both dying to fuck you, you'll get on top of Peter and fuck him, and then I'm going to slide my cock in that tight little ass of yours."

I heard Peter gasp, and he looked up at me across Simone's side. "Yes, Peter, Simone likes a good stiff one in her ass as well. So that's two women... and three cocks. I think you could be lucky tonight."

We grinned at each other, and went back to our activities. I admired Simone's curves as I fucked her, the swell of her bosom even when they were hanging down, the curve into her slim waist, and then curving out to a nice set of hips and a tight bubble-butt ass.

It dawned on me, once again, that Angela was right to only allow a month with each woman. The history that Simone and I had, and the many times I fantasized over her while wanking, made her different to the other women I might meet in future, and that made her... dangerous, I realised. I could easily have fallen for her - no, I corrected myself - if I hadn't met Angela, I WOULD have fallen for her. And I knew it was going to hurt when I had to say to her that her month was up. That didn't mean we had to stop seeing each other altogether - heck, Angela might even be OK with us having foreplay only - but it would obviously change things. 

I resolved there and then to make sure she had the best month's sex she'd ever had, something for us to reminisce about in years to come. And then to make sure that Angela had the best time as well, to thank her for being so... generous with me.

I ran my hands down Simone's back, feeling her delicious curves, memorizing what they felt like. Angela was different, tight, but slimmer, and Sam was curvy but fleshier. Simone was just... tidy. As my hands reached her ass, she moaned and wriggled against me, and I knew what she wanted. I ran a hand under her, getting her juices on my fingers, and then started to lubricate her ass, whilst watching Angela start to move faster on Jamie's cock, obviously getting used to his size a bit more. Her lips clung to him each time she rose, lifting herself till his helmet barely parted her lips, and I could see her strain to push down on him all the way. His cock and balls were dripping with her juices, and his dark hands roamed over her tits, her waist, her ass, coming up to her shoulders to help pull her down as she sank onto his huge cock.

Soon, she slumped forward over his body, lost in the feelings of his cock filling her more than I think she had ever before, and I decided to push her further. Lubricating my other hand on the juices lining Simone's cunt, I reached forward, nudged Simone's head out of the way, and started to rub a finger round her ass.

She groaned into Jamie's shoulder, and I pushed in. Jesus she was tight. I had initially toyed with fucking her in the ass while she fucked him, but I didn't think, now that I'd seen his erect size, that she would be able to take that. I started finger-fucking her ass and Simone's, and my cock appreciated the tightening of Simone's cunt as much as she seemed to enjoy my finger. 

Both women were getting turned on, their orgasms approaching. I felt Peter gingerly reach up to rub Simone's clit. It did mean he touched me occasionally, but not too often or too intently. Each time he did, he pulled away quick. Simone loved it, telling me to fuck her, hard. In response I pulled out.

She groaned, and flipped round to face me. "Andy, what are you doing, I was nearly there!"

"I know. Peter? Your turn, if Simone's OK with that." 

She looked at him, down at his erect cock, and simply climbed on top of him where he lay, quickly lining up with him and sinking down, moaning as he entered her. I stood up, and went over to a bag I'd put on the floor previously. I pulled out some lube, and spread some on my cock.

Simone saw me. "Andy... I'm not sure about that... I don't think I'm ready for that."

"That's why I brought the lube," I said, walking over to her and kneeling behind her.

"No, Andy, that's not what I meant. I mean -”

"Shh, Simone. Just go with it. You'll love it. Angela did."

I squeezed the tube of lube into her ass, seeing her tighten up slightly. Then she went back to fucking Peter, pumping her cunt on his hard cock. I pushed a finger into her ass, spreading the lube around, letting her get used to the idea, and she moaned, dropping her body down onto Peter, her tits squashed between them, bulging out the sides. She started kissed him, but I pulled her up so that her hands were on the floor still, her body at an angle, and her tits at a nice height for Peter to suck. He took the hint, and started sucking one as he fucked her, making her relax again.

After a while, I inserted another finger, spreading her ass further, and she ran one hand behind her to grab a hold of my cock. She wanked me a bit, helping to spread the lube, and then she pulled me forward so my cock rested against her asshole.

I squatted behind them, leaning right over them, my mouth next to Simone's ear. "Good girl," I breathed. "You're going to love this... Imagine, a week ago, you'd resigned yourself to a single life and sex with a dildo... and since then you've had your first anal sex, your first come just from your tits being sucked, your first lot of multiple orgasms, your first woman, your first threesome... and now you're about to have your first double fuck... I knew you would Simone... As soon as I felt your hot little asshole round my cock, I knew you'd want two stiff cocks inside you.... I knew you'd be begging me to fuck your ass while you fucked someone else.... I can't hear you begging Simone..."




Anal At Last Ch. 21



She groaned as I lightly pressed my cock against her asshole, not entering yet.

"Simone, I can't hear you."

"Fuck me Andy..."

"Where, Simone?"

"Oh god... Fuck my ass... Please fuck my ass... Fuck me while Peter fucks my cunt... Please Andy... Let me feel both of you."

I pressed harder, looking down at our lubed flesh, her asshole loosing and clenching as I pressed against it. My cock was slipping around the outside her asshole, making her moan, but not making headway, so I took a hold of it near the head to keep it steady. I pushed harder, seeing her asshole slowly expand, and then I was in, my head trapped in the heat of her ass, her sphincter snapping shut behind me.

Simone uttered a low moan as her asshole accepted me, and she pushed back a bit. Then I heard Angela, "Oh fuck baby, this is so horny... You look so good in her ass... I'm going to come... Jamie, I'm going to come on your big fat black cock... Oh fuck me..."

I looked up, and she was watching us over her shoulder, still fucking Jamie's cock. I reached over to her, and gently pushed a still-lubed finger into her ass. That sent her over the edge, and she came hard, jamming herself down onto Jamie, gasping for air. He looked over his shoulder and grinned at me, then reached behind her to remove my hand and he started fingering her ass himself as she rode through her orgasm.

I smiled, and returned my attention to Simone. She was tight, and I had to work to get my cock into her, slowly pushing, easing back, pushing again. She was moving slowly up and down Peter's length, and I could feel his cock moving against me, only the thin membrane between Simone's cunt and ass separating our cocks.

I worked slowly, knowing she would be stretched with two good-sized cocks in her. I reached forward, grabbing one shoulder and the tit that Peter wasn't sucking on, and pulled her onto me by the shoulder while fondling her tit. She groaned again, and I could tell that she was getting close. 

I leaned close to her ear again. "Do you like it Simone? Do you like two nice fat cocks in your holes? Do you want us to fuck you nice and hard? Do you want us to come in you? I want to come in your ass Simone; I want to see you with come leaking from both your holes, for Angela to lick out."

"Fuck yeah, Andy... Both of you fuck me... But slowly Andy... Let me get used to you both..."

We took it slow, letting her insides stretch to accommodate us both, and meanwhile, Angela slid off Jamie. Her cunt looked... sore. "Don't you ever complain to me again about feeling nippy down there after sex," I joked, smiling to her. She rolled her eyes at me, and then turned over, settling into all fours on the end of the sofa, telling Jamie to get back inside her.

He laughed to himself, and knelt behind her, lining up his meaty cock and sliding it in all the way till his balls touched her. She groaned, dropping her head to the sofa arm, pushing back at him. He grabbed her hips, and started fucking her nice and hard. She obviously loved it, almost shouting at him to fuck her harder, to ram his big cock inside her.

Peter and I started fucking Simone faster, me pushing in as he pulled out, and vice versa. She loved it, pushing back at us, begging us to fuck her. "Fuck Andy... You feel so big back there, bigger than normal... And Peter, I love your cock in me... Suck my tits Peter... It makes me so horny fucking you when we've only just met... I want to do it again... I want both of you again..."

It wasn't much later when she came, pushing down and back to get both of us inside her, her tits pressed against Peter's face, her asshole clenching round my cock. I gave her a moment, and then pulled out, with some difficulty. 

Peter lay there, enjoying the soak in her juices, and then, as she started to come round, he said, "Simone, I want to come, but not in you. Can I..." He paused, unsure how to put it.

"You want to... come between.... my tits?" asked Simone, still gasping for breath. He nodded. She lay back, her breasts still standing proud, and Peter grinned, straddling her, lining his cock up in her cleavage. She pressed her tits around him, and he started fucking the soft flesh.

I stood up, and went round to Angela's head. "Open up baby," I said, holding my cock near her mouth. "Suck my cock after it's been in Simone's ass." She eagerly did so, sucking my head into her hot mouth, reaching forward with one hand to play with my balls. Jamie was still fucking her hard, and the movement from his thrusts naturally made Angela fuck my cock with her mouth.

I reached under her to play with her tits, and that started her on the road to her second orgasm, as usual quite quickly.  She pulled her head off my cock just as Jamie started fingering her ass.

"Oh fucking hell Andy I love you for doing this... Jamie, your cock is so fucking big... Feel like I've got a tree trunk inside me... Fuck I'm so full... But I fucking love it... Simone honey, you've got to try it... Just once... Try it... Let Jamie fuck you as well... While my two men double fuck me... Oh yeah, that's good Jamie, finger my ass like that... Oh yeah... Oh fuck here it comes... Oh Jesus!"

She came again, pushing back onto Jamie's cock, and that set him off. He pushed forward, ramming Angela into me, grunting as he spurted his come inside her, pulling her by the hips tight onto him. At the sight of that, Peter came as well, his come shooting out over Simone's face and beyond, like only young cocks can do. His toned body tensed as he came, his cock leaping with the power of his spasms, and as they died down, he slid off Simone and lay on the floor.

Angela got up, pulling off Jamie with a loud slurping noise, and dropped onto the floor beside Simone. She started licking Peter's come off Simone's face, gradually turning it into a nice lesbian kiss. I saw my chance to come: Angela's ass stuck up in the air.

I knelt behind her, and reached down to Simone's cunt with one hand. I collected some of her juices and smeared them round Angela's ass, then collected some more and pushed two fingers slowly into her ass, hearing her groan as she kissed Simone, sharing Peter's come with her. 

I finger fucked her ass for a few moments till I felt her loosen up, and then lined my cock up with her. As she felt my head touch her asshole, she ordered me to fuck her ass, and then went back to sucking Simone's tits. Simone was loving it, telling Angela how good she felt, to bite her a bit, and Angela did so, whilst running her hand over Simone's smooth stomach down to her cunt. As Angela pushed a couple of fingers into Simone's steaming cunt, I began pushing my cock into Angela's ass. It took a while, but eventually, she opened up, and my cock sank in to her heat a couple of inches.

"Oh fuck Andy.... God I love it when you enter my ass... So big baby, so big... Do it... Push more... Punish me for fucking a big black cock... Come in my ass... Show Jamie how much you own me, how much I'm yours, to do with what you want... Fuck my ass Andy... Now!

Jamie sat on the sofa watching us, slowly wanking his still-swollen cock. I started pushing in and out, each time sinking a bit deeper, squeezing a finger or two into Simone's cunt alongside Angela's fingers, collecting juices and smearing them round where Angela's and my flesh met. After a few good pushed, I bottomed out, my balls touching Angela's cunt beneath me. Looking down, I could see Angela's taut ass cheeks spread wide as she pushed back against me, my groin pressed against her ass. As I pulled out, inch after inch of my cock revealed itself, sliding from her stretched asshole, until the bottom of my head was butting against the insides of her sphincter, making it bulge out towards me. I sank back in, watching my cock disappear into her.

She was moaning into Simone's tits, then she pulled her head up. Then she told Jamie to get beneath her.

No way, I thought. She's never going to fuck both me and Jamie!

Jamie grinned and slid underneath her, with some re-positioning of Angela and me, my cock still in her ass. Angela lined herself up, and started rubbing his erect cock up and down her cunt lips. "Simone, sit on Jamie's face, let him lick your juicy little cunt."

Simone did so, straddling Jamie's face, and his hands came round to her ass, pulling her close. Simone groaned as his tongue encountered her cunt. As Jamie started to lick, Angela pushed down a little bit, pulling me downwards by my cock in her ass. She groaned, almost in pain, as she bore down on Jamie's mammoth cock. I felt her asshole tighten as her cunt expanded to allow his cock in. 

Angela continued giving instructions. "Now, Peter, grab the lube and get your first piece of ass. You're going to love it... Simone's ass is nice and tight... But fuck me, it can't be as tight as mine feels right now... Jesus, guys, don't move... Let me get used to this..."

Peter looked up at Angela in shock, having been watching her sink onto Jamie's cock while I was still in her ass. Then he grinned, and Simone encouraged him, telling him to slide his hard cock into her tight little ass nice and slow.

Peter squatted over Jamie's chest, his back pressed against Angela's front, Simone's back pressed against his front, while Simone was still sat on Jamie's face. Obviously, Peter was trying to avoid touching the other man, but he was also desperate to get his first anal action. His cock was throbbing as he wanked himself a bit to get the lube spread, and then he also thought to put some on Simone's ass. Then he lined up, and pushed - fortunately, nice and gently - and I watched his cock enter the ass that, until then, I'd been the only one in. I did feel a bit of a pang there, kind of thinking that Simone would save her ass for me, but I guess that as we only had a month together, she was bound to carry on having anal with someone else in future.

Simone grunted, "Oh Christ Peter, that's fucking lovely... That's it... Push now... Ah yeah, nice and slow honey.... You feel so good... Do you like it? ... Do you like my ass?"

Peter looked at Angela and me, grinning at us as he felt his cock wrapped in tight asshole, and answered. "Simone... you feel so fucking good... So tight... Oh god, I can't believe I'm finally fucking someone's ass... Ah, Jesus Simone, do that again?"

"Do what honey? This?"

"Fuck yeah... that's good." I guessed she was clenching her ass on him. 

In the meantime, I was slowly fucking Angela's ass, my attention on watching Peter fuck Simone. But the growing tightness of her ass drew my attention again. Angela had dropped down some more. I couldn't see how much of Jamie's cock was in her cunt, but my guess was not much.

"Fuck Andy, I feel so fucking full... God I love you baby... How did you know? How did you know I wanted to fuck a big black cock?"

I leaned forward, breathing into her ear. "Your work people told me about your sordid fantasy, you little slut. I can't believe you told them you wanted to feel a big black cock in your whore's cunt. How do you think that made me feel Angela, knowing that your workmates knew this and I didn't? Do you think I was glad to find out that you had fantasies about someone else, and that your workmates knew it? Maybe I should offer my services to them, so that the girls can find out what you're missing while you're away?"

"Andy, baby, I'm so sorry, I didn't know they told you... I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"Embarrass me? Why would I be embarrassed? While you're away, I'm going to send them photos of you with my cock in your ass. Then we'll see who's embarrassed. Would you like that baby? Would you like me to send them close-ups of your ass straining to take my cock, and a movie of you coming with your ass full of me? Maybe I should film this and send them a video of tonight, should I?"

"Oh baby, please don't. I've been so bad.... Oh fuck I've never been so full..."

All this time, Angela was pushing down, her ass clamping tight on my cock. I'd stopped fucking her, leaving my cock fully inside her. Instead, I let her work her cunt down onto Jamie, so she could set her own pace.

Peter was aware of his balls getting close to Jamie's mouth as Jamie licked Simone out, so he lifted Simone up onto all fours, and squatted above her.

"Angela," said Jamie, his mouth free and his view of Angela unobstructed. "Do you like my big black cock in your tight little white cunt?"

"Oh god yes Jamie... It's fucking wonderful... So big..."

"It looks good from here as well... I can see your white whore's cunt lips stretching round me... White women are all the same. You act all nice and proper, but one sniff of a real man's cock and you're begging for it..."

"I know Jamie... I know... I'm so bad."

"But I ain't never been with a white woman who loves a cock in her cunt and one in her ass as well."

"I'm such a slut Jamie... I love it."

I switched off from their chat, concentrating on Peter and Simone. He was slowly fucking her ass now, his butt moving back and forth as he fucked her. Simone was pushing back at him, and I could see she had one hand down to finger her cunt as well. But Jamie reached up to push her hand aside, and started fingering her instead, two of his thick fingers pushing into her cunt.

Simone was moaning as Peter reamed her ass. "Oh god Peter... Fuck my ass... You feel so good baby... Do you like my ass?"

"It's so tight... So good... I won't last much longer Simone... You're so fucking horny... I love your body Simone... I fucking love it... I want to do this again... Let's do it again... Let's come round here and fuck in front of Andy and Angela again... Let them watch as I fuck your ass over and over...."

"Fuck Peter, you're so dirty... But I love it... I want you and Andy to fuck me in turns... then both of you at the same time... I want to watch you fight over who gets my cunt and who gets my tight ass... Maybe, if Andy's away, I'll come and visit you Peter... Would you like that? Would you like me to yourself one night? Maybe I could bring Angela, and you can watch us sixty-nine each other while you decide who's ass to fuck first and ... oh god that's good... who's to save for last?"

Peter obviously found that exciting, as he came then, his hips thrust forward, pushing himself deep into Simone's ass. As she felt his cream in her, she came as well, pushing back on Peter's cock, her head and shoulders dropping to the floor as she came.

Angela was, I thought, all the way down on Jamie's cock. Or at least as far as she could take it, and fuck was her ass ever so tight. I desperately wanted to fuck her ass, but again I left it to her to lead the way. She started to rise up Jamie's cock, then down again, gradually getting faster and faster, each time her ass getting looser then tighter. I could feel each bulge of his cock as her cunt traveled up and down it.

As we fucked, Peter pulled out of Simone's ass, and dropped to the floor beside us, back against an armchair, watching. Simone, when she recovered, straddled him, also facing towards us, her back to Peter, watching Angela take two cocks up her. Simone lined Peter's still hard cock with her cunt, and sank down onto him.  "Oh fuck, I love a young cock... Always hard...."

Peter's hands came up to her tits, playing with them, squeezing them, occasionally running down to her cunt to finger her clit.

Angela was now moving faster up and down Jamie's cock, and I felt I could start fucking her ass. She was moaning wordlessly between us. We settled into a rhythm, Jamie and I fucking her while she stayed almost stationary, our cocks alternating, slowly increasing our speed.

Angela started to come as we fucked her, still just moaning wordlessly, lost in the sensations. Her ass was so fucking tight, I knew I wouldn't last long. Jamie and I fucked her for as long as we could, both of us realizing that her internal tightness was going to make this short, but it was long enough for Angela: she kept on coming, each one a minute or two apart as she felt herself speared by both cocks. She'd collapsed onto Jamie's broad chest, letting us do what we wanted with her.

Beside us, Simone and Peter were still fucking, her thighs spread wide as she sat on him, her lips red and swollen around his cock, her juices running over his balls and thighs. She was in ecstasy, Peter's cock in her cunt, and two pairs of hands - Peter's and her own - running over her tits and clit, and it didn't take long for her to come again.

Beneath me, Jamie was panting, his second come approaching and I held back, determined to outlast him. Petty, I know, but there you go. I looked down, seeing Angela's asshole looking stretched and red, my cock pushing it to the limit.

A few minutes later, Jamie came, his hips pushing up, lifting both Angela and I off the floor. At sight of this, Peter started moaning that he was coming, and he did a few minutes later. I could see the muscles in his cock pulse as he spurted his seed into Simone, and she came as well.

That was enough for me, and I fucked Angela for a few more strokes, using her to get me off, aware that she'd almost passed out, but not caring. After all the teasing she'd arranged for me, she deserved it. I kept on fucking her, aware of all eyes on me, and then I came, my cock pulsing in her ass, my come draining into her bowels.

We all collapsed onto the floor, sofa, and chairs, exhausted. Angela was almost comatose, so I pulled her to me and wrapped her in a hug, waiting for her to recover.

Jamie was the first one to move. "Well, guys and girls, it's been fun, but I've got a hot date tomorrow, and I don't want to ruin that... although... I'm free on other nights. Give me a ring if you want Andy."

He stood up, and he looked down at Simone's fine body. "I gotta get me some of that next time, girl. You OK with that?"

She looked as his cock as he dressed. "Maybe. Just - let me get a bit more of Andy before you tear me apart with that monster." He grinned at her as he zipped himself back into his pants.

We said our goodbyes, and I promised to call him again as I saw him to the door. "But Jamie - I don't think you'll ever get a piece of Angela's ass."

"Ah shucks!" he said, grinning. "I know that, man. It's the one disadvantage of being this big. But the only disadvantage. And the benefits make up for it."

I saw him out, and came back into the room. Peter was on the sofa, in the middle, both women cuddled up to him, Simone's hand on his semi-flaccid cock, wanking him again.

"Andy, is it OK if I have Peter again? He's such a nice little toy. I like him." She grinned at him as she said it, and he blushed, enjoying her ministrations.

I shook my head at her, as if unbelieving what she was like. "Simone, as mentioned earlier, you've done a lot in the last week, and now you want to add Peter as a regular playmate as well? You're unbelievable!"

She grinned at me, and reached out for me. I stepped closer, and she began to wank me as well. "Oh, Andy, I won't forget you. At least, not until after our month's time limit."

Peter looked confused. "What month?"

I rolled my eyes, and explained about the deal.

He turned to Angela. "You're letting him fuck other women while you're away? Jesus. Anal sex, orgies, sex with women, and you let your man sleep around. Do you have a younger sister?"

"Now now, Peter," said Angela. "It's not how it sounds.... Oh hell, yes it is." We all burst out laughing.

I went to get everyone some drinks, and returned to the room to find Peter still sat in the middle of the sofa, but this time with both Angela and Simone going down on him, and the biggest shit-eating grin on his face as his hands reached across to both their asses, fingering them.

I put the drinks down. "Ladies, do you mind?" They pulled away, and everyone reached for their drinks, eager to recuperate for a while. Peter sat their, still grinning, and still erect.




Anal At Last Ch. 21



"Well, what did you think of your first anal, Peter?" asked Angela.

He grinned again. "Fucking fantastic." He leaned across to Simone and kissed her. "Simone, you've got the loveliest ass I've ever been in." She looked flattered, and then realised it was his only piece of ass, and she slapped him playfully.

Then, obviously gaining confidence, he turned and leaned across to Angela, kissed her, and said "Angela, you've got the loveliest ass I want to come in next."

She looked at me, asking with her eyes if it was OK, so I nodded. She kissed him back, whispering, "I can't wait."

He smiled at her, then nodded his thanks to me, as Simone reached down again and continued wanking him.

"Now Simone, stop that. Given that I've been the one that's been teased all day, I'm calling the shots tonight. Stand up girls." They stood up, and I sat next to Peter, my own cock starting to rise again. I pointed at my cock and then at Peter's. "Get to work girls. Us boys need a rest."

Angela and Simone looked at each other, smiled, and then knelt down: Angela took Peter deep in her mouth, Simone ran her tongue up and down my flaccid cock. Peter moaned next to me as Angela started bobbing up and down, and his hands came down to the top of her head, egging her on.

Simone sucked me in deep to her mouth, sucking me, tonguing me, bringing on my erection. When I was semi-hard, she started wanking me with one hand as well, using the other hand to play with my balls. I pressed lightly on the back of her head, and as my cock grew to full size, I started fucking her mouth gently, pumping my hips back and forth.

I sat for a while, enjoying the blowjob, and I guessed Peter was as well by the quiet moans and other utterances he made. Then I pulled Simone off me.

"Time out ladies. Don't change position, but let us stand up." Peter and I stood up, and I pushed the two girls together, so that their bodies were touching side by side. Angela turned to Simone, and they began kissing, tongues playing in each other's mouths, hands coming up to stroke each others' cheeks, hair, shoulders, and breasts. I knelt behind Angela, gesturing for Peter to do the same behind Simone. Then I lined up with her cunt, and slowly pushed in, feeling her cunt open as I did so.

She pushed back, groaning. "Oh fuck baby that's good... Does it look good baby, our asses sticking out side by side? Does it turn you on knowing that you've got four holes waiting for your big stiff prick, but only you get to decide which one you come in?"

"Six holes Angela; you're forgetting your mouths."

"Mmm. Andy, if only we had six cocks to fill our holes. Wouldn't that be good Simone?" She turned to the younger woman, kissing her again, with Simone moaning into Angela's mouth as Peter filled her with his cock. Peter and I looked at each other, nodded, and we started fucking our respective partners, hearing and feeling them reciprocate. 

I reached down to Angela's cunt to lubricate a finger, and then reached across to Simone's ass and slid it in, feeling her asshole spasm as I did so. Peter copied me, sticking his finger in Angela's asshole after lubricating it in Simone's cunt.

I leaned forward, breathing into Angela's ear. "That's not my finger baby. You've got Peter's finger in your ass, wet with Simone's juices, while I fuck your cunt. And remember this is sloppy seconds baby. Jamie's jizz is still in you, and you've been stretched so wide I can hardly feel the sides." That wasn't actually true - I guess the cunt is remarkably elastic as it didn't feel any different. "You're such a little slut Angela, having three men fuck you in one night, filling your holes with their come. And you took that big black cock and me at the same time - you're such a whore."

She was loving it, her cunt muscles tightening around me in pleasure, her breath coming faster already. I pulled back upright, took a hold of her shoulders, and started really fucking her, piling my cock into her cunt the full length every time.

She uttered a long, drawn out groan, bracing herself on the sofa so she could push back at me. Peter started doing the same, fucking Simone with long hard strokes, but grabbing her hips to hold her by.

We fucked like that for a while, all of us getting turned on, the woman occasionally kissing each other or feeling each other's breasts, or sliding their hand down to each other's cunts, and giving us a quick rub at the same time.

Then I pulled out. "Sorry Angela, you're too slack after fucking Jamie. I want something tighter."

She pouted over her shoulder at me, as I pulled Peter up. "Swap places," I said. He did so, and lined up with Angela's cunt as I knelt down behind Simone.

"No, not there Peter," I said.

He looked at me, and then grinned, realizing what I meant. I slid my hand between Simone's thighs, spreading juices around from her cunt to her asshole, and Peter did the same with Angela.

Angela panted as Peter got her ready. "Oh Peter, that's it... Make me wet baby... Make me nice and wet so you can slide that big cock of yours into my tight little ass. Does it look nice Peter? Is it how you imagined it? Did you use to lay in bed thinking about what it would be like to have my ass in front of you like this? We did, baby. Andy and I used to fantasize about fucking you, long before we had our first time with you... I used to lay in bed when I was alone and imagine you and Andy taking turns fucking my ass, one after the other, then both of you coming over my face, getting me to suck the juices out of your rock-hard cocks after they'd been in my ass.... Oh, that's nice Peter... You've got good hands... That's it baby... Make me nice and wet."

Simone just lay there, groaning as I stretched her ass with my fingers. When I felt the girls were ready, I nodded again to Peter. I held my cock, placing the head just on Simone's ass. She pushed back against me, but I pulled back as well, teasing her.

"Andy please, fuck my ass... Please, push it in... Let me feel you..." I took a hold of her ass-cheeks, and just ran my cock up and down her crack, rubbing against her asshole. Peter watched me, and started doing the same to Angela. Both women were now egging us on, pleading with us to fuck their assholes. Simone reached back to finger herself as I fucked her ass-crack, so I took pity on her.

I reached down and pressed my cock down, so the head was against her asshole again, and pushed forward. This time, as she pushed back, I stayed stationary. "Fuck back at me Simone... Push your ass onto my cock... Let me see how much you want it."

She did so, slowly pushing back, letting her asshole expand. It was still lubricated from Peter's earlier come. Simone kept pushing, engulfing more and more of my cock, grunting each time she had to pause for the stretch.

Beside us, Peter had gone for the normal approach, pushing into Angela, running the show, rather than sitting back and enjoying the sight and feeling as a woman is so horny for your cock in her ass that she'll do all the work.Never mind, he'll grow into it, I thought.

Simone took her time, during which Peter and Angela began fucking in earnest, Peter reaching forward to grab her shoulders. Angela was loving it, looking over her shoulder at me and thanking me with her eyes, one hand in her wet cunt.

Within a few minutes, Simone had all of me in her tight ass, and began punting herself backwards and forwards whilst I stayed stationary, loving the sight of this horny young woman fucking her ass on my rampant cock. I let her continue for a while, until I felt she was loose enough for a good hard fuck, and then I mirrored Peter, leaning forward to grab hold of Simone's shoulders, and started to fuck her ass nice and properly. She started moaning louder, begging me to fuck her ass, to come in her, to make her come.

Peter and I fucked our respective asses for a while, joining in the horny chat from the women, telling them how tight their asses are, how good they looked, how much we wanted to fill their asses with our come, and so on. Soon, I could feel my come building, and I could tell Peter was close as well.

Shortly afterwards, he came, pushing forward into Angela's ass as he filled it with his come, and she came as well, simply from the feel of his hot juices spurting into her ass. That set Simone off, her ass clamping round my cock as she came, and I gave a few hard thrusts to bring my own come on, mixing my juices with Peter's in Simone's bowels.

We all collapsed onto the floor, spent, and then we retired to the two double beds: Angela and I in one bed, Simone and Peter in another.

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During the night, Angela woke me up. "Andy.... I'm disappointed in you."

"Oh? Why?" I asked, reaching for her and pulling her into a cuddle.

"You hardly used the remote control this evening. I was looking forward to a little teasing."

"God, I kept forgetting about it. It was a busy night!"

"Hmmm. Maybe I should cancel our little agreement if it means you keep forgetting about me...."

"I didn't say I forgot you, just that I forgot the remote. To be fair, it was your fault that I was distracted. Simone, Sam, and Charlie wouldn't be involved if it wasn't for you."

"Ah yes, Charlie. So now you've had a chance to chat to her, what do you think?"

"Nice enough girl. But I knew that already, given that she's your friend. You wouldn't like someone who's an idiot. I mean, I'm fab, and you're in love with me, so you obviously have good taste." I grinned at her.

"Creep. Egotist. Narcissist."

"But it's true."

"So what did you think, really?"

"Really. Nice girl. I'm looking forward to getting to know her better."

She paused. "Good. I think she'll like you. She always likes men that she can pity a bit."

"Pity? Why pity? I'm shagging you, Simone, Sam, Charlie, and twelve others. What's to pity?"

She slapped me. "Don't gloat Andy, it's not very nice."

I rolled on top of me, kissing her softly. "I'm not gloating baby. If you want to back out on the deal, just say so. I'll just wank like a nutter while you're away, thinking about all the things I'm going to do to you when I see you next. Of course, the deal would be off for you too, so think carefully before you renege on it..."

She kissed me back, softly, tenderly, and we started to make love. Gently, intimately, slowly, traditionally. We let each other know how much we were going to miss each other while we were apart, and I had never felt closer to her in all our time together.

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When we all had breakfast the next morning, I noticed Simone was walking a little odd. "Simone? Did you get much sleep last night?"

"Well.... I could have done with a bit more. Peter's very.... active... at night." She smiled at him, and he looked a bit embarrassed.

"Good," I said, firmly.

"Good? Why?" she asked.

"Simone, we've got about 3 weeks left of our time together. Aren't you glad to have Peter around for afterwards?"

She blushed this time. "Er. Yes, I hadn't thought of it like that."

"You should. Best to plan for the loss when I'm not allowed to see you any more. These things are easier if you prepare for them. It'll be hard for you, but time heals all wounds," I said, smirking at her.

"Oh, I think I'll survive," she said, as she leaned across to kiss Peter passionately, her hand dropping to his groin to rub his cock in his trousers. He kissed her back, his hand coming up to stroke her breasts under her top.

"Oi, you two, break it up," ordered Simone. "Andy's getting all excited looking at the two of you, and I want some time to finish my breakfast in peace before he starts trying to get in my pants again."

I looked at her, and started to retort, but Simone beat me to it. "That's true. Sorry Angela. You'd think at his age he'd have a grip on things, wouldn't you?"

"Oh he does, frequently. He's continually copping off all over the place. The mess is outrageous."

Peter laughed. "Maybe you should stock up on tissues for him Angela, as a kind of leaving present."

"Alright, you guys, enough already."

We carried on joking around, and then we set off to get everyone back to their respective homes. I dropped off Peter and Angela first, promising her I'd be back soon. She told Peter to go into her place, and told me not to hurry, to take my time. I knew she meant take my time with Sam, but didn't want to say so in front of Peter and Simone. As she let Peter through her front door, she grabbed his ass, looking back over her shoulder to wink at me.

I grinned back at her, shaking my head, and Sam and Jennifer came running out. We left to go drop off Simone and pick up the boys, but Simone - bless her - offered for the boys to stay with her and she'd drop them round later in the day, enticing them with offers of swimming, pizza, ice cream, and a movie. Of course, they were all up for it.

We all chatted for a while at Simone's place, with Jennifer letting nothing slip of her offer the previous night. After a while, I left with the two girls. As they loaded their stuff in the car, I whispered to Simone that I'd call her when I had the place to myself.

"Oh no you won't. You'll be spending what time's left with Angela, won't you Andy? Like a good little boy. Oh, and get me Peter's number at some point. He's ... nice. Young, but nice. Enthusiastic. I like that in a man. And he loves my tits. I think I like that even more." We laughed. "I think you're right - I should keep him after my month with you runs out. I think I might get used to having a shiny new toy every now and again." She smiled at me, salaciously.

I smiled at her. "Well, he might not want you, as I fully intend to wear you out in the coming weeks."

"Is that right Andy? Well, we'll have to wait and see who gets worn out first won't we? I think you might be surprised." She glared at me, challengingly.

I laughed, and said goodbye. On the way to Jennifer's place, we all chatted, mainly Jennifer and I taking the mickey out of Sam's hangover.

"Andy, why don't you drop Sam off before me, as she's en route. I know you'll be wanting to drop her off last, so that you and I don't have to carry on an awkward conversation in the car while you run me home, but I think we get on OK don't we, Andy?"

"Yes, we do," I said, knowing she was up to something. "But really, it's OK, I don't mind going the long way round. I'll drop you off first."

Then Sam butted in. "Actually Andy, I was going to ask if I could get some quiet time at your place again. I remember Dad saying he was bringing that woman round today, and I can't face her at the best of times, never mind with this hangover. So... well, if that's OK with you, could you drop me off first so I can put my head down for a bit, I really don't feel well."

I looked across at her, wishing she'd never said anything. "OK Sam, that'll be fine."

I changed route, and we dropped Sam off at my place. Immediately, Jennifer dropped into the passenger seat beside me. As we drove off, she carried on the conversation we'd had the night before.

"So Andy, were you thinking of me last night?"

"No," I said, truthfully. "I had other things on my mind."

She pouted playfully. "Andy, I'm hurt. And after me making a nice offer to keep you company when you get lonely.... I thought of you Andy. A lot. It was... VERY exciting. I almost couldn't sleep, but eventually I did something to help me relax. Well, I did it three times, actually, and then I fell asleep. And had some very sexy dreams of you." As she spoke, she reached her hand across to my thigh, resting her hand near my cock. I could feel the heat from her seep through my jeans.

"Jennifer, be nice."

"I am being nice Andy. And I can be a lot nicer. Have you ever been deep-throated?"

The question caught me by surprise. "What?"

"Has anyone ever taken the whole length of your cock into their throat?"

I looked at her, saying nothing, then returned to driving.

"I'll take that as a 'no' then Andy," she continued. "You should know that it's my party trick Andy. I could take every inch of you into my mouth and throat, and then run my tongue over your balls. I love it when a man fucks my throat. Apparently, they love it too. And I always swallow. Always."

"Well, your boyfriends must be very happy," I said.

"Oh they are. But like I said last night: I'm sick of boyfriends. I want a manfriend." She looked at me pointedly. "And you're it."

"I don't think so Jennifer."

"Andy, I'm not a girl who takes no for an answer."

"Then it's time you learned how, Jennifer."

"Oh Andy, why so harsh? Wouldn't you like to slide your hard cock down my throat, just once, to see what it's like?"

I sighed, saying nothing. The truth of it was that if she could deep-throat, I was tempted. We sat in silence to her place, a nice flat she'd bought with a small inheritance from her grandfather. 

"Andy, listen, come on up, there's something I want to talk to you about."

"I think I've heard all you've got to say."

"No, seriously, Andy, there's something else. Please. Two minutes, that's all I'm asking."

I sighed, and followed her up. She put the kettle on, and we sat at the kitchen table, toying with her mobile phone.

"So, Andy. Listen. I hate doing this, but, like I said, I don't take no for an answer."

"Hate doing what?"

She looked away for a second. Then straight back in my eyes. "What would Angela say if she found out. Or Sam's dad?"

Oh fuck.

"Found out what, Jennifer?" I managed to say.

"About you and Sam."

"What about me and Sam? There's nothing going on."

"Really Andy? Are you quite sure?"

"Quite sure."

"Then how do you explain this?" She turned her phone round, and she had the photo that I'd taken of my cock at the conference and which I'd sent to Sam a few days ago. Oh shit. Shit. Shit.

"What's that got to do with me and Sam?"

"Oh Andy, don't be coy. I got this from Sam's phone when I got your number off it. And it was sent from your phone. So I think I'm right in saying that it's you. Unless you're bi, of course. But I don't think so. I'm very impressed. It must be a beautiful sight: your nice hard cock fucking Sam's newly shaven cunt."

Shit, she'd seen Sam's photo as well, the one taken after she'd shaved.

"Jennifer, I've got no idea what you're talking about."

"She sent you a text. Saying something like she'd shaved as you told her to - no, COMMANDED her to. Then she asked you to come over and check if she'd missed any bits."

"Jennifer, I think you should stop making things up."

"Oh Andy, come on. I'm not stupid, and neither are you. You and Sam are fucking, which explains why she's been looking like a reborn girl recently, all dressed up for the boys and a secret smile on her face when she thinks no-one's looking. I knew it was you anyway, last night. She kept gazing across the room at you, with 'that look' in her eyes..... So, and I can prove it. Do you want me to show them to her dad and Angela?"

I slumped back in my chair. "What do you want, Jennifer?"

She smiled, victoriously. "Just a chance to prove how good I can be to you. One chance. Then you decide whether you want to see me again or not."

I said nothing. She smiled again, and knelt down between my knees, reaching up to undo my fly. She looked up at me, murmuring "Just one chance Andy... One quick blowjob... I want to wrap my mouth around you... I want to slide your hard cock down my throat, then I want to lick your balls while you fuck my throat. I want you to come right into my stomach... And after that, it's up to you if you want to come back for more." As she talked, she reached in to pull out my flaccid cock. Her eyebrows raised as she realised the size of me.

"Oh Andy, I didn't realised you'd be quite so big. Photos are not the best for judging a man's size. You're going to be quite a challenge.... and I like a good challenge." She lifted my cock, and sucked me into her mouth, her tongue lapping at me. I groaned, and slid down in the seat, feeling my cock start to respond. I wanted to stop her, but knew I couldn't let Sam's dad find out about what Sam and I were up to. And it wasn't helped by her blowjob already feeling good.




Anal at Last



Mandy helped me off with my shirt, then lead me to the bedroom. She pushed me down on the bed, and then stood there over me, smiling as she took off her shirt. 

"You were awake weren't you?" she said, as she pulled off her tight shirt, exposing her perfect tits held in only by a little white bra.

"What do you mean?"

"When Jason was fucking me in the kitchen. You were awake. I know you were."

I said nothing. Mandy unclipped her bra, letting her beautiful breasts free.

"Did you like watching me?" 

Again I said nothing.

"Did you like watching me get fucked?"

Mandy climbed onto the bed and crawled up my body. When she reached my face she whispered into my ear.

"Did you like watching me act like a little slut?"

Her hand slid down my stomach and dipped into my pants, touching my rock hard dick. Mandy then lowered her face to my chest and began to gently bite me. Her mouth felt so warm, and wet as she nibbled my skin, working her way down. When she reached my pants, she popped open the fly, and looked up at me. 

"Do you want me to suck your cock?" 

"Yes."

In one fluid motion she yanked my pants down from around my hips. I could feel her hot breath through my boxers. 

"Do you want me to suck your cock like I sucked Jason's?"

"Yes." 

Pulling down my underwear, Mandy took my stiff shaft in her hand and brought it to her mouth. Slowly, she began to lick around the tip, driving me crazy. She was torturing me with her tongue, when she slipped my cock head past her lips and into her warm, waiting mouth. One hand was stroking my shaft, and the other was gently caressing my balls. It was by far, the best head she had ever given me! Her head was bobbing up and down as her hands worked their magic. I could feel her tongue swirling around my head, as he took me into her mouth. 

"Mandy, you better slow down or you'll make me cum."

My girlfriend smiled as my dick popped free of her lips. 

"That's okay," she said. "We have all night."

With that, she renewed her sucking with even more vigor. Just when I though I was about to cum, Mandy stopped and focused her attention on my balls. Her hand was still gently stroking me as her hot mouth enveloped my balls and sucked gently. 

"Baby?" she said as she looked up at me.

"Yeah," I responded between labored breaths. 

"Did you see Jason cum in my mouth?"

"Yes."

"I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you."

Before I could say anything, she was back sucking my shaft down her throat. I could even hear her moaning around my cock. What had come over her?

Then Mandy looked up at me with her sexy eyes, and a serious look on her face. Bringing on of her slender fingers to her mouth, she sucked it slowly as her other hand continued stroking my dick. She then slid my cock back between her lips as she put her hand between my legs. In one motion, she slid her little wet finger right up my ass. 

A stream of cum blasted from my cock into my girlfriend's hungry mouth. Her finger wiggled around as she sucked me dry. she took every drop and even licked my shaft clean before pulling her finger from my ass.

I dropped my head down, exasperated. Mandy crawled up and laid beside me, propping her head up on her hand. 

"Where did that come from?" I asked.

"Jason got me to do it to him, so I thought I'd try it with you."

"You mean, you stuck your finger up his ass?"

"Uh huh." 

Mandy's answer was so nonchalant, it was as if I had asked her if she had brought in the paper.

"Baby," she said into my ear. "We did all kinds of things."

My mind started to race. What had she done? I was about to ask her, when I noticed that her hands was busily at work between her legs. Her skirt was pulled up around her hips and her fingers were sliding in and out of her tight little pussy. I stared down, then up at her face.

Mandy shrugged her shoulders. 

"What can I say?" she explained. "I'm horny."

She then tore off her skirt and proceeded to masturbate as if I wasn't even there. 

"You're not tired yet are you hon?" she asked. "Don't you want to fuck my ass?"

her lips formed a little mock pout as she rolled over and rubbed her fingers over her asshole. I was starting to get hard again already.

"No, I'm not tired. Just give me a minute."

"Well, then why don't you make yourself useful and lick my pussy?"

Again I was amazed at Mandy's language. It was as if she had turned into a slut overnight. And I was loving it! 

Mandy rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide open for me. I noticed that she had shaved her entire pubic region. 

"When did you do this?" I asked, rubbing a hand over her smooth mound.

"Jason got me to do it." she explained. "He likes it nice and shaved."

"I like it too," I said as I lowered my head down. 

I ran my tongue over her inner thigh, but Mandy grabbed my head and pulled my face into her wet hole forcefully.

"Oh no you don't!" she scolded. "I'll do the teasing here. You just lick!."

I opened my mouth and covered her entire hole with my lips as my tongue traced its way over her delicate folds. Her hands kept my head in place as she moaned with pleasure.

"Yeah, that's it. Just like Jason did. Lick my cunt! Lick it! Stick your tongue right up my pussy!"

I had to admit, her talking was turning me on like nothing else. Even if she was mentioning Jason every other sentence. 

"I bet you got off watching me and Jason fucking didn't you? I bet you sat there and stroked that cock of yours while I sucked his dick and swallowed his cum. Did you see that? Did you see him shoot his cum into my mouth? I loved it! I felt like such a dirty little whore. I love feeling like that. You should have seen the things we did when we went back to his place. He fucked me every possible way! I bet you would have loved to see that huh? Would you have liked to see another man, bending over your girlfriend and shoving his cock in and out of her tight little pussy? "

I slid a finger into Mandy's hole, as I continued to lick her clit while listening to her talk. My dick was at full attention once again, and couldn't wait to get it inside her. 

"Damon?" she said innocently.

I looked up at her.

"Will you do something for me?"

"Anything!" I moaned between licks of her sweet, warm pussy. 

"Will you lick my butt?"

I stopped and stared up at her

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes. Jason did it to me and it felt so good! Please? I want to feel your tongue in my ass!"

Of course I complied. At that point in time I would have done anything she asked. 

Mandy pulled her knees up, giving me full access to her tight little hole. I got down on my stomach and kisses her pussy one last time, before working my way down. When I reached her puckered rosebud, I touched it softly with my tongue. Mandy's moans, encouraged me to do more and soon I was circling her tight little rim with slow, wet strokes.

"Oh my god that feels good!" she groaned pulling on my hair. 

I held my tongue as stiff as possible and tried to push it up inside her. Slowly her asshole allowed my tongue entrance and it wormed its way up her butt. As I pulled out, I went back up to her pussy, licking her clit before heading back to her beautiful brown eye. I continued for what seemed like hours, until Mandy demanded that I fuck her.

"In the ass?" I asked hopefully.

"Not yet." she said. "Fuck my pussy first!"

I crawled up her body, and slid my cock into her waiting pussy effortlessly. Mandy shoved her tongue into my mouth aggressively as she grabbed my ass and pulled my all the way inside her. Feeling more and more adventurous, I grabbed her legs and pushed them up to her ears, slowly grinding my cock into her hole. 

"Did Jason fuck you like this?" I asked. I couldn't believe I was actually bringing him up now!

Mandy stared into my face.

"Yes. He fucked my like this, right here in this bed. Right before he filled my pussy with his hot cum!" 

I started fucking her faster.

"What else did you do with him?" I asked. 

"At his place, he bent me over on the living room floor and fucked me like a dog! He was pulling my hair and telling me what a slut I was. His roommate was watching the whole thing too! I felt so dirty?"

"His roommate?" I asked as I let her legs back down, but kept fucking her. "Did you fuck him too?"

"No, but I sucked his cock. I sucked him while Jason fucked me!"

"You are a little slut aren't you?" I whispered into her ear. 

"Yes." she moaned quietly. "And..."

"And what?" 

I was pounding my hips into her now, repeatedly filling her insatiable pussy.

"Jason fucked me in the ass!"

I stopped. 

"What?" I asked firmly.

"I'm sorry. I know you wanted to be the first to do it, but i couldn't say no. He was so hot! I wanted to do anything to please him! Please don't be mad."

I resumed fucking my girlfriend and I pondered the thought of her anal infidelities. Something inside me snapped.

I pulled out of her wet pussy suddenly. 

"Roll over." I ordered.

Mandy looked up at me with concerned eyes, and did as she was told. She got onto her hands and knees, looking back at me with those innocent brown eyes. I shuffled forward and placed my cock at her asshole.

"Well?" I asked.

"What? She answered sheepishly.

"Did you like it? Did you like a cock in your ass?"

"Oh yes! I loved it! 

"Do you want mine?"

"Yes! Put it in me! Fuck my ass!"

Being none to gentle, I started to squeeze my dick into her tight asshole. Mandy dropped her head down and groaned. I couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure, but I suspected it was from a little of both. 

"Oh yea!" she said forcefully, as she regained a little of her aggressiveness. Shove it in! Just like Jason did this morning!"

"Oh, he fucked you to day huh?" I asked as my dick slipped past her tight muscular ring. 

"Oh my fucking god! Yes...Oh fuck. He...fucked my ass right before I came home!"

Mandy was having a hard time talking as I slid my cock up her ass.

"Did he fuck you fast or slow?"

"Uh. He...Slow. Then fast. I was begging him to fuck me harder! Oh fuck, that feels good Damon!"

I bottomed out, and my balls were resting against her freshly shaved pussy lips. she was now actually pushing her hips back towards me. 

"Did he cum in your ass?"

"No. He...Pulled out... and came all over my face! Oh my God Damon! Fuck me!!" 

Mandy's hand was fast at work between her own legs as her hungry ass swallowed up my cock. Her tight hole was stretched wide around my dick, trying to milk the cum from my balls. I pounded my dick into her butt repeatedly, getting closer to cumming with each stroke. I couldn't believe how good it felt. It was so tight and smooth. It was also slippery with Mandy's pussy juices, so the task was getting easier. I felt myself nearing the edge, so I grabbed my girlfriend's's hips and gave a few final thrusts.

"Fuuuuuuucccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkk!" she screamed as my hot jism flooded her insides. My dick became so sensitive, that I had to pull out right away, bring a thin river of cum with it. I fell back on the bed and looked at Mandy's freshly fucked asshole, dripping with my cum. She collapsed as well, looking over at me. 

"That was great babe," she said. "Maybe we should do it all again sometime?"