0 comments/ 11133 views/ 0 favorites The Handkerchief By: HedonistMax I could tell what was on my husband’s mind even before he pushed his half clothed body against my back. Baggy old pyjama bottoms are not much of an aphrodisiac. Just as she was about to speak, to tell him to go, he moved towards her! He was close, too close. She could feel his eyes burning into her, willing her to meet his gaze. Finally, unable to resist, she looked up into his wild eyes. The breath caught in her throat as she met his penetrating stare. Without warning, he pulled her to him and kissed her with passionate need that alarmed her almost as much as it aroused her. Feigning sleep never worked, he would just do it anyway. I had read the story two days before and fantasy helped me to survive Saturday nights. 'Do you realise that I’ve never had sex simply because I wanted to?' he asked. 'It's always been for money or in return for a favour or to stop someone from hurting me.' His voice was bitter. His eyes were angry as if he held her personally to blame. She opened her mouth to offer some words of comfort but, without bothering to listen, he pushed her roughly down on to the bed. The routine was always the same: The unexpected fall winded her momentarily. Startled, she looked up at him standing over the bed. Suddenly she felt a heady mix of fear exhilaration. He looked truly wild, menacing and dangerous. As he wrenched the belt from his jeans her heart pounded in a frenzy of dread. She let out a loud gasp as he lunged at her. Grabbing her wrists, he swiftly bound them together with the belt. Then he pulled her arms high above her head and wound the remaining strap around the brass bed-head. Struggling and thrashing on the bed beneath him, she demanded to be released and know just what he thought he was doing! Now visibly excited, her breath came in short, panting gasps. For a moment he paused to savour the sight of her bound and helpless before him. - Cold hands lifted the hem of my nighty. Then he plunged towards her, tearing open her blouse and ripping off the lacy bra beneath. Crudely he squeezed her breasts together in his callused palms. A wicked smile spread across his young handsome face as he purred, 'Now you're my prisoner.' She thought she might pass out with the sheer exhilaration of his torrid licentiousness. - I felt powerless to stop him, I knew there would be trouble if I said no so I lifted my bum and he pulled it up to my arm pits. Painfully slowly, he unbuttoned his jeans. Then he slid them down his muscular thighs in a leisurely manner. He large cock sprang out, erect and primed for the inevitable. With the speed and agility of a predatory tiger he pounced at her. - Mull tits for 30 seconds while kissing neck; In one fluid movement he thrust her skirt up to her waist and wed off her knickers and tights. Overtly relishing her helplessness, he made her wait for what they both knew to come. With a baiting grin he slowly ran just one finger the entire length of her silky slit. In response to the tantalising touch her cunt moistened even more and her clit convulsed. - Hand on cunt; Breathlessly she begged him to fuck her. But he slowly shook his head. 'Not yet. Not until I'm ready.' Digging his strong fingers into her milky flesh he grasped her thighs and spread them wide. She was intoxicated with lust as the young man gazed down at her now glistening vulva. The sheer powerlessness of her bondage intensified her arousal, making her clit throb and her juices flow. - Rub clit for one minute; 'I could hurt you,' he smirked, obviously enjoying his new-found dominance, 'and there'd be nothing you could do.' - Roll onto back and kiss; Trembling With a mixture of anxiety, trepidation and sheer carnal need, the woman watched as the young man descended between open legs. The first touch of his tongue on her luscious sex sent shock waves through her entire body and made her cry aloud. Gradually he licked and sucked harder, roughly penetrating her creamy cunt with his long tongue. It delved and explored deep within. All the while his hands squeezed the flesh of her thighs so hard he could feel the dull throb of impending bruising. Breathlessly he panted through his nose and groaned as he licked her out with an inexplicable urgency. Unable to move or guide his actions she could not prevent her orgasm. It was spontaneous and tumultuous; a violent eruption from deep within which seemed to go on and on. greedily he sucked harder and harder, as if trying to extricate every last drop of her cunt honey. - Part knees and climb between; When finally he released his grip on her legs it was merely to shove his rigid cock hard into her sodden cunt. Knocking all the air from her lungs, he powered inside her. The velocity and brutality of his pounding thrusts increased as he fucked her. Each violent jab of his huge muscle banged against the very neck of her womb. - lay on me and push cock in; With eyes fixed in a blank stare at the wall before him, he did not look at her once while he fucked her. Throughout, he squeezed and twisted her nipples way beyond the point of pain. Mesmerised by the sight of him, the mature woman could not tear her eyes away while he screwed her with every once of strength he possessed. His sultry expression contorted into a grimace of agony as his muscles strained and every sinew in his body stretched to the limit. A sheen of perspiration glistened on his body. He was truly magnificent in his turbulent possession of her. There was not a trace of love or tenderness in the act. Just sheer physical release. This realisation made her come again. This time her orgasm gushed around his penis like a wave breaking over a rock. - It hurt a bit, his fumbling foreplay never got me quite lubricated enough; Deep within her cunt she could actually feel the glens at the head of his cock swell as his balls began to contract. The spunk shot from him in violent bursts. Her cunt contracted around his cock as it spasmed again and again, sending jets of come deep inside her. - Gratefully he was usually quick Immediately following his orgasm before he had even withdrawn his penis from the contracting velvet interior of her cunt, he reached up and released the strap which bound her hands. - He rolled off and went straight to sleep. MY FINGERS - MY LOVERS His snoring was the signal for me to get back to my fantasy. 'I think this is what you really want.' He grabbed her by the forearm and pulled her to an upright chair. Her protests were loud in volume but weak spirit and they both knew it. Again he took the belt from his jeans but this time he kept hold of it. ~ When I was younger it had been a tramp reaping me in a field, now it was a teenager using me as a sex slave in my own home. 'Bend over the chair and the lad't move,' he ordered and she obeyed. In one strong movement he flung her skirt up over her back and pulled her panties down to her knees. As she endured the indignity without further objection she wondered why this young stranger had such power over her. What compelled her to obey? She knew the belt across her soft buttocks was going to hurt but the spreading warmth of arousal lower in her belly made her submit. ~ I pinched and squeezed my hard nipples. The room was hot and spinning, my body ached for release. 'I'm going to enjoy this,' he breathed a detectable waver in his tone indicating his mounting excitement. Gently he caressed her bottom with his hand. In an involuntary response her buttocks clenched and her tummy flipped, making her knees go weak. 'What would your important friends say if they could see you like this?' he mocked. ~ my fingers opened my pussy lips and danced on the stiff button. The tension twisted my belly into a ball of sexual power. All to soon the first white-hot searing pain of the strap against her skin sent a shock wave through her. The following stinging blow sent shivers through her entire body. Her eyes filled with tears and she bit her lip in a vain attempt to stifle her cries. Each successive blow added a new dimension of pain loaded on top of the previous one until all the individual strokes blended into one burning sensation. ~ My fingers moved faster, now rubbing harder. When he had finished an afterglow spread down from her buttocks to her damp pussy which glistened its approval of his treatment. Remaining in the recumbent position over the chair back the mature woman was weak and trembling but also satisfied at having endured the physical test. ~ The tension in my belly was almost too much. The image of being helpless before a randy young man was burnt into my mind. 'Do you want me to fuck you now? Would you like to feel my cock in your cunt?' As he spoke the lad teased her by stroking the bulbous head of his erect penis up and down her moist gash. 'Yes,' came her hushed reply. I would have begged too, wanting to be filled with his youthful hardness. In one rugged movement he thrust deep inside her silky cunt. Her extreme wetness ensured every stroke was as smooth as velvet. She gasped as his fingers tweaked the hard bud of her clitoris. ~ I could almost feel the young, virile cock of a man who really wanted me. He masturbated her with his fingers while continuing to fuck her from behind. All that was required of her was to let him do what he wanted. Within minutes she was coming. Her stomach surged in the familiar spasm of climax. The swift merciful release as her juices soaked his fingers and further lubricated the strokes of his cock made her cry real tears. Taking hold of her flared hips he fucked her hard and fast with short aggressive jabs until he, too, came. With the fantasy images still vividly flashing in my mind, my body pulsed and shook as I came with a heady beat of rushing blood. I drifted into sleep very quickly. MORNING Even before I was a wake, John had mounted me. It was as unpleasant as the night before. This time I did not even bother to take refuge in a fantasy. With his semi limp cock he just bobbed the head in and out of my cunt until he shot a load of watery come over my bum. As he jumped up and rushed to the en-suit, he gave me the best news for weeks, he was going to a conference in Germany for three days. I hurriedly packed his bag and got him breakfast. What a dream, three whole days without having his cock anywhere near me. It’s not that I don’t love him just that more and more his love making bores and even sickens me. FREEDOM What to do to make the most of my freedom? The first thing was to phone in sick, the next was to put on my glad rags and take the tube to London. John hated art, called it a lode of crap. I walked to the gallery, taking in the spring air. I wondered around the rooms for an hour or so, taking in the wonders and beauty. Stopping for a time in front of paintings and sculptures which took my mind, breath or heart. One in particular did all three. It was of a couple wrapped in a kiss. It seemed to be both erotic and romantic at the same time. The Image took me on a trip of reminiscence back twenty five years to the days when sex with John was good. He had never been a good lover but at least then he had been a considerate lover. ENTER THE MAN I became aware of someone beside me on the bench. The after-shave and his movements told me it was a man. In the past I had had no problem with this sort of situation but somehow this time my heart started to beat and I felt the compulsion to look at him. He was young, probably twenty, with a tan, or he could be from the middle east. I milked in the shape of his body, slim yet muscular, his face was turned away. I felt a hotness fill me, I was probably flushing too. A voice of common-sense nagged at me, ‘you are a married woman so stop behaving like a pathetic school kid, he could easily be your son’. I turned my attention back to the painting but I could feel his eyes on me. Studying the painting with an intensity I could resist the painful urge to look again. However someone coughed at the end of the gallery, automatically I turned to look, catching his gaze. His black eyes seemed to look right through me, almost not seeing me at all. The expression on his handsome Arab face gave nothing of his thoughts. Panic filled me and I again turned away to brake the distress. I had to do something, say something but I was rooted by fear and trepidation. The voice started again and I bowed to its sense. I opened my handbag to get a hanky to mop my wet forehead. I had to go but one try at least so deliberately let my hanky drop to the floor. Hoping he would take the bate, I walked to the painting and pretended to study a detail. When nothing had happened for a minute I turned; he was gone, so has my hanky. There was no sign of him in the adjacent galleries, my heart sank and paintings seemed to be charm-less then. HANKI As I left a taxi was at the front, my hanky dangling from the window. As I rushed towards it, the door opened and I almost fell into it. Suddenly I was in the man’s arms and his lips danced over my whole face. When his lips kissed mine I melted allowing his tongue to probe into my mouth. He sucked at my lips and kissed in a wild and passionate way, covering all my face and neck. He pulled me across the set until I was laying down. My eyelids felt heavy, my breasts seemed to swell and my senses felt consumed by lust. I had not noticed the taxi moving off however I became aware of the driver moving his mirror to get a better view of us. In my state his voyeuristic leer only added to my lust. He was getting quite an eye full too because my blouse was undone to the waist and he was now pulling my bra up. He was as gifted with kissing, sucking and licking my breasts and nipples as he was with my lips. My guts were on fire, my body trembled and my head span. All the time he whispered to me in his own language. It sounded rude and romantic at the same time. I felt his fingers trail from my knees up wards gathering my skirt as they went. I eagerly spread my thighs wide as his large and powerful hand cupped my pubs, squeezing it. Then slipping a finger into the very wet gusset, he drew them down my legs and off. His hand returned and started a slow frigging. This was too much I just exploded in violent tremors. INTO HIS LARE So immersed in my bodily pleasures the taxi stopping and the door opening did not bring me around. It was the cool air touching my naked breasts that made me hurriedly pulled my clothes about me as he whisked me into a hotel. The few minutes it took for him to get me into his room are just a hazy memory in contrast to the slow, deliberate stripping of my clothes. I just stood passively, milking in the erotic delight of having a handsome young man remove my clothes item by item. I almost observed the whole denuding with a detachment, almost like watching a blue film. With ease he undid each button and zip, skilfully kissing and caressing each newly naked inch. How many lovers had this lad had to become this skilled? How many women had he stripped with such skilled ease? Would he be as skilled in love making? My pulse raced! As my white cotton panties slipped down my legs, a thrill shook me. I was almost grateful to be naked and helpless. His lips followed them to my knee then as I stepped out of my last garment, his lips travelled up my inner thigh. Instinctively my legs parted as he advanced towards my most secret place. Each light kiss about my pubic bush took my breath away and as his tongue press into it I almost fainted. I opened my eyes to the erotic sight of his long tongue parting the light brown muff. With both hands he gripped my bottom pulling the cheeks apart. I found myself playing with my own breasts. He lifted me from the pool of my discarded clothes and sat me on the bed, my eyes level with his navel. He slipped off his jacket and shirt but it was not his muscular chest which had my mouth painfully dry but the very large bodge in his tight trousers. The rasping sound of zip sent a chill of realisation through me, he was going to fuck me and I, for the first time ever was going to commit adultery. He took my hands and urged me to pull them down. The stark white cotton briefs did little to hide his swelling, they just emphasised his erotic skin by contrast. Again he took my hands and urged me to take down the white cotton. I had difficulty in getting them past his erection, so reaching in I pulled it out. It seemed so massive, filling both my hands, or was it that I only had John’s to compare it with. As he stepped out of them his balls toughed my face. In a soft Arab accent the lad began to give me instructions on how to give him pleasure. As I was old enough to be his mother, it seemed ironic. My fingers wrapped themselves around the hard shaft and as I slid them up and down it forced some clear lubricant to appear at the tip. It became a fat bead that slid down the shaft and made it easier to move my hand up and down. Holding my head still he stroked my face and neck with the stem of his rod leaving a smear of his lubricant. Then he lifted my chin to the level of his cock-head and told me to lick up the juice. A twinkle in his young black eyes had me under his lustful influence and I did as I was told. My tongue licked over the silky smooth skin of the hard phallus tasting the salty, oily secretion which clung to the walls of my throat. “Now suck me.” In the utter lust of the moment I did something I had not ever The lade much and not in years at all, I opened my lips and took his cock between them. Although my fantasies had included a scene were I am forced to suck a man, I had only sucked John’s cock a few times in the early days, I had not liked it much. Now I seemed to be taking pleasure in slipping my lips up and down the length of his hot penis. However he did seem to be bigger than I remembered and I could only take some. He kept telling me what to do: to rub my tongue along the nerve beneath the shaft, to spiral my tongue along the surface of his helmet and then gently nibble it, and to keep a steady stroke with my fist clenched around the base of his shaft. I could only tolerate a few inches because each time the head banged against the back of my throat. It made me gag but my lust and growing feelings for the lad overcame my early difficulties and I discovered that I wanted to do everything in my power to please him. So, if sucking him off made him happy I would do it and do it well. His foreign words excited me and the instructions in his sexy accent got me doing things I had never The lade before; using my tongue to play with the tip and underside, nibbling it’s whole length, pulling his tight buttocks apart as I plunged my mouth downwards and the tip touched the back of my throat. He kept telling me what to do: to rub my tongue along the nerve beneath the shaft, to spiral my tongue along the surface of his helmet and then gently nibble it, and to keep a steady stroke with my fist clenched around the base of his shaft. My saliva had drenched the whole of his dick and I could hear loud slurping noises as my lips slid up and down the greasy pole. This made it easy to take it deeper and deeper. As my technique improved he had to tell me less and less what I should do, but he was getting very excited and he kept pressing his hips forward so that more of his cock slipped into my mouth. “Oh! fuck you are fantastic. My bollocks want to fill your heavenly mouth with it’s fruit but it is your turn now.” He pulled himself from my lips, his phallus glistening with my salver. With a light push I lay back on the cool bed. He knelt between my very wide spread legs and lay himself on my willing and naked body. As his lips engaged mine he eased his cock into my waiting cunt like he was pulling a key into the lock of my sex. The Handkerchief Malini and Salil peered through the darkness trying to locate their seats. The movie had already started and Malini knew that Salil was not going to be happy about that. "If you had only gotten ready in time, we wouldn't have missed the beginning," she heard him whisper in her ear from behind. "Shut up!" she whispered back. They had missed perhaps just about one minute of the movie. But she knew he would make a fuss about it. The usher directed them to their seats. They were far to the side. In fact, Malini's seat was only the second seat from the wall. She sighed as she made her way past the knees in the dark and settled down into her seat. "If you had bought the tickets early, perhaps we could have gotten better seats!" she whispered at him as he sat down. "Just... watch the movie," he said and looked straight ahead. She smiled to herself. At least now she wouldn't have to keep listening to him ranting about the missed beginning. Just then another person walked into their row, heading towards the seat beyond Malini's. She pulled in her feet to let him pass. "See, we are not the only ones that are late," she whispered to her husband. Salil put his finger on her lips and then pointed at the screen. She smiled and winked at him. He shook his head and gave her a a grin. "Malini auntie?" she heard the shape on her right say. She turned around to look at him. The glow from the screen illuminated a familiar face. "Rohan!" she said. It was their neighbours' son. She gave him a warm smile. He looked at her a little dazed. She felt slightly annoyed at being called auntie by someone who was perhaps just ten years younger than her. But then she just gave a mental shrug and decided she would have to get used to it. "Salil, its Rohan," she said, turning around to her husband. Salil gave her an exasperated look. Then he looked over her head to Rohan, gave him a quick nod and started watching the movie again. Malini smiled to herself. It was as if men never grew up. As if the world was going to fall apart if he missed a couple of minutes of the movie. She gave Rohan another smile and settled down to watch the movie herself. It was a fairly good movie and she did enjoy the plot. But she could certainly see why her husband had been so eager not to miss even a minute of the movie. There seemed to be plenty of half-naked girls running around. "So this is what you were afraid of missing?" she whispered into his ear. He gave her a look and she gave him a mischievous smile. Without a word, he turned towards the screen again, obviously a little embarrassed. She giggled softly but reached out and took his hand in hers and squeezed it lovingly. That seemed to get his attention and he looked at her again. She winked at him and he winked back. They both knew what they were going to do once they got home. She passed her arm through his and let her head gently rest on his shoulder. A little while later, she wondered if Rohan was starting to feel awkward about this show of affection right next to him and threw him a quick glance. However, he seemed to be quite preoccupied with the screen. That was hardly surprising considering the semi-nude actress on the screen, of course. Then suddenly, she realized that he was doing something else besides watching the movie. His hand was moving in his lap in a discreet but unmistakable manner. She straightened up in her seat and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the hand stop. But she kept looking straight ahead and it started to move again. Malini was intensely amused. She knew that men were silly, but this was the first time she had seen something like this. Here was this boy, sitting right next to his neighbour from across the street and he still could not keep his impulses in check. She wondered if he was stroking himself through the fabric of his trousers or... Another covert glance shocked her even further. He had actually unzipped his pants and though she could not see it clearly enough, she knew that his cock was out. Perhaps he thought that it was too dark for anyone to notice. Or perhaps he thought she wouldn't even look in that direction. It was certainly true that given the location of his seat, no one except her was in a position to see what he was doing. But still, this was so reckless! She again asked herself, for the thousandth time, if all men were stupid. Through the corner of her eye, she could see that the stroking continued for quite some time. In the interval, the lights came on and Rohan scrambled to cover himself. She almost burst out laughing at that time and quickly turned around to face the other way. Salil gave her a curious look. "Something funny?" She shook her head, though her face was contorted with the effort of trying not to laugh. Without a word, she just pointed towards the aisle, indicating that she wanted to go out. Salil shrugged. They went out and bought some soda. When she came back and sat down in her seat, she deliberately avoided all eye contact with Rohan. She did not know how she would react if she looked at him. Of course, given her usually talkative nature, avoiding him made her feel even more awkward. Thankfully, the lights dimmed again and the movie started, temporarily solving her predicament. After a few minutes, she again threw a quick glance to her right and then rolled her eyes. He was at it again. Of course, in a way that was only to be expected, given the way the movie was going. Attractive women running around half-naked. What else could the poor boy do? She had to admit, it was kind of exciting for her too. She was hardly a prude and so she certainly did not think that what was happening next to her was disgusting. But it was very surprising. It was also very stupid of the boy. And yet, she had to admit that she was finding it far more exciting than the movie itself. She felt a certain moistness spread in a very tell-tale spot and she realized that there was no denying it. The stupid kid had managed to get her excited. "What if I followed his lead and did what he is doing?" she half wondered and then internally laughed at herself for thinking that. That would be quite a pretty picture since she was dressed in a sari. The girl on the screen was taking a bath in a pool. The screen was filled with the image of her bare back and part of her bottom. Malini sighed. She knew that the moving hand on her right was going to move quicker. It excited her and at the same time, the strain of noticing and yet pretending not to notice was going to make her brain implode. She turned to the left and saw her husband staring in rapt attention to the bare bottom on the screen. "Mine is just as good," she whispered to him. He looked at her and winked. She grinned at him. He was trying to look relaxed, but she knew he was not. She looked pointedly at his crossed legs and he shrugged sheepishly. She patted his hand. By now, on the screen, the hero had entered the pool with the girl and was holding her from behind. And thus began the inevitable love scene. Malini mentally raised her arms in surrender. She knew that she was sitting between two men who had hormones coursing through them, flooding their brains. And she had to admit that she had been affected to. So she just gave up on the thinking and decided that she might as well let herself get turned on by the scene. And then something happened that perhaps should not have surprised her as much as it did. There was an almost inaudible groan on her right. In fact, it was not really a groan, just an extra loud exhalation. It took her only a moment to realize what had happened and she threw a shocked glance in that direction. Rohan was holding his crotch tightly and his hand was no longer moving. There was a faint but unmistakable smell in the air that roused certain memories in her brain... That was when Malini did something that she would herself never understand. She found herself reaching into her handbag and pull out a hand-kerchief. Then quite discretely, she tossed it into Rohan's lap. And then she froze with horror. Why had she done that?! Was she trying to be funny? Or was it because she was aroused? Or was it because she was just insane? She felt a cloud of awkwardness on her right. She did not have to look in that direction to know that the poor boy was probably shocked out of his skull. As far as she was concerned, the movie had melted away into nonsense. Her brain could no longer focus enough to understand what was happening on the screen. She just kept staring at it, until the credits started rolling. And then she just got up and left. As they were walking out, Salil saw the look on her face and asked if everything was okay. She nodded at him, but did not say much. A lot of thinking happened that night. ***** The next day, in the morning, Rohan, who was still in a daze got an SMS from a number he did not recognize. It said: "I would like my handkerchief back please. Washed. Unless you want me to talk to your mother." A few hours later, a trembling twenty year old was standing at the front door of the Gokhale residence, ringing the door bell. When the door opened, he looked up just long enough to see who it was hand held out a handkerchief in his hand. To his surprise, a hand reached out, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him in. The door closed. The Handkerchief “Oh yes!” I found myself saying as slowly he pushed himself into me. He crushed me into the bed because he lay his full muscular weight on my soft body, pressing my breasts against his hard chest. Slowly he withdrew until just the tip of his long cock just parted my cunt lips. Then with a slow roll of his powerful hips he filled me again. All the time his mouth danced over mine, his tongue darting between my lips. I closed my eyes and just wallowed in the exotic sensations of being skilfully fucked. The joyous sensation of his hard cock slipping in and out of my wet cunt sent waves of pleasure to every part of me. I could feel every inch and every movement. His young muscular body pressing me into the soft bed, moving over my whole nakedness added to the abandon erotic sensations. I had never been fucked with such skill. He seemed to be able to make me into a lust hungry slut, focusing on just our points of contact. What joy I felt! I lifted my knees and pressed into the bed, rolling my hips to meet his every thrust. I could hear a woman’s breathless voice exalting at being fucked, encouraging in obscene and graphic language. Surly it was not me, surly another couple were embracing in the same room! Was I the same woman who thought of faking sleep to try and avoid her husband’s cock.. “Oh don’t stop!” I pleaded as the lad withdraw his stiff cock from me and rolled off. I felt deserted and let down. I did not have to worry for he turned me over and pulled at my hips until I knelt face down before him. In one swift and easy movement he took me from behind, plunging his unyielding penis deep into my untouched self. The power was such that it drove the air from my lungs escaping in a deep groan. Gripping my wide hips, he thrust in and out of my subjugated body, ramming his length deep and withdrawing quickly then slamming it in again. This was no gentle engagement. This was no love making. This was being rogered; fucked; this was having my cunt slammed with his hard rod. I was just a receptor for his maleness, a boost to his ego, and I was loving it. It did not take long before I felt my guts beginning to twist tight into a pre-orgasmic state of tension. But again he stopped and rolled away pulling me on top. “Ride my cock you fucking whore!” Wanting to be filled again, so gripped his large stiff prick I moved forward and lowered myself as his fingers spread my vaginal lips wide apart. I laughed with delight as it entered me, forcing its way high inside; reaching the depths of my warm cavern. It was my turn to thrust up and down now, bouncing on his hardness with all my might. I leaned back, stretching my legs wider, pushing my bum down onto him. Sweat poured from every pore with the effort of lust. My tingling breasts rubbed against his hairy chest as I rocked back and forth on his rod. Up and down I went, feeling my approaching climax driving me faster and harder Suddenly a scintillating, explosive climax raced though my body, flooded me, making me quack through-out. I could hear a woman shrieking with triumph and joy. She sounded miles away and so slutish. She did not sound like me at all. As the tremors subsided I flopped exhaustedly onto his broad chest. It was only when I came too I realised that he had not come yet. He pushed my head down to his swaying cock. It slapped against my face like a rubber truncheon leaving wet spots on my cheeks. This close it looked massive and slimy. It was one thing to suck a clean cock but he had been in me and the thought repulsed me. I closed my eyes and started to rub it, hoping that it would satisfy him. LIP SERVICE I felt the head of the fat knob nudged my lips. I tried to turn my head but grabbing a handful of hair he held my head still. This lad was used to having what he wanted from any woman and he was going to have it with me now. The lad’s cock slid wetly over my nose and cheeks before pressing against my lips again. I was heady with the smell and the heat of his swollen penis. I slightly opened my mouth to protest. He took this opportunity and pushed his hips up pushing the swollen knob between my lips. I could feel and taste the throbbing flesh against my tongue as it slid deeper into my mouth. It did not taste too bad so I relaxed and let him invade my mouth until the knob was pressing against the back of my throat. With slow but deliberate movements of his hips he fucked my mouth, holding my head still. He had made me come and now was using me for his sole enjoyment. The strange part was that I actually enjoyed it and again excitement coursed through me. It was like being fucked properly except it was more intimate, more sensational. I could taste and feel much more with my mouth, lips and tongue than with my cunt. Slowly he pulled his hips back until only the fat knob stayed nestled inside my mouth. He let me nibble and suck it under my control as he basked in the joy of having a horny woman blow his cock.. Rimming the ridge with the tip of my daring tongue, I explored the small slit from where there was a steady flow of almost tasteless liquid. I applied my natural instincts to please him, sucking hard on his rigid flesh, running my tongue over the sensitive folds. As I sucked he rolled us onto our sides and moved me down the bed. I looked into his eyes to see what was coming next. They seemed to twinkle with a mastery and devilment that sent a shiver through me. A grin filled his face as he took hold of my head again and pushed himself deep into my mouth. It went so deep that I almost choked as it pressed into my gullet. I breathed through my nose as best as I could as I tried to suck on it. Of course, it made me gag but he was very gentle and somehow he got past the muscles at the back of my throat. I had never taken a penis so deeply inside my mouth before but I felt a weird sort of pride that I was managing to let the tip into my throat and using my throat muscles to clamp the swollen knob. His cock emerged out of my mouth stiff and shiny with my saliva. He held my head firmly, tilting my face right back so that he could slide his stiff cock all over my face before allowing it to kiss my lips. I used my tongue to lick it as it slid back and forth across my lips. A look of pride filled his face at making me into a cock sucking tart. Again he steadied my face and pressed his knob into my open mouth and because of the angle, it slipped all the way down my throat with ease until my lips were crushed against his pubic hair. The head was now stroking the inner walls of my throat and I could feel his prick deep in my throat as he fucked it with long, slow. I just lay passive and accepting. A strange fluttering passed along the bottom of his shaft and his body went rigid. I realised that he was starting to come. At first I was horrified, but he just held me tight on his cock, making me do what I had never dared before; swallow seaman. Suddenly his cock was spitting gobs of sperm into my wildly sucking mouth, which welled up quickly in the back of my throat. Because I could do no other I gulped it down. It was not as bad as I had anticipated. He squirmed on the bed as further jets, each decreasing in pressure, left his penis and filled my mouth. My heart was pounding like a drum and my chest heaved as I neared suffocation and I knew that if I didn't swallow immediately I would choke. I swallowed and he pressed his cock-head to once again enter my throat so that the next volley he delivered slid down into my stomach. I managed to hold him in my throat and mouth until he'd emptied himself and his prick began to soften. I kept him my mouth until it had shrunk and even then I licked his cock clean. I then lay back and cleaned my face with tissues. I stared at his profile, he had opened me to totally new feelings, and I had taken his penis deep into my mouth and enjoyed it. I lent across and I kissed him. It was a kiss full of tenderness, expressing my thanks for him having rekindled a joy in sex. He put his aims around me and responded and I basked in his warmth and tenderness. He drifted quickly into sleep, I however lay quietly, playing with myself, reliving that fantastic afternoon, discovering that I was a desirable and sexy woman who did not have to live in fantasy for fun. I felt all passionate and stroking my pussy and concentrating on my clit while I replayed that marvelous fucks in my mind. I had to bite on my hand to stifle my cries as I came. I then drifted off to a deep sleep too.