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Suburban Sweetheart

By: orangecurious



I tend to zone out on the train journey home, disappear into my own world for the thirty-minute trip and avoid everyone else. I was on my way to doing this when I looked up to see the woman opposite me. She was older, I guessed around forty-five or so, but attractive and very sweet looking, her face seemed to smile even though she wasn't. She looked like the type of woman who'd get left behind, considered too nice and dumped in favour of someone sexier. This appealed to me though. I looked down to her hands, fingers entwined and resting on her legs. There was no ring to be seen. I glanced up and her eyes caught mine and glistened slightly, enough to notice, not overtly so to cause any real meaning. Her face carried on looking happy.

Halfway home and I was still sneaking looks at her, smiling weakly and holding my gaze on her for a little longer each time. We were both crammed in, people to the side wedging us both against the window and so we both gazed out of it, dreaming of being anywhere but here. 

I noticed her reflection, looking at me and smiling slightly more than her natural look. I smiled back and she looked away quickly, but soon returned her eyes to mine in the reflection.

The train started to clear at a popular station and we shifted in our seats, taking advantage of the extra room now. We looked at each other and smiled at each other properly, for the first time. 

I'd been studying her on the journey; she was well dressed, plain, but not dowdy. Her figure looked good beneath the layers, she certainly wasn't carrying much extra baggage and she looked as if she stayed in shape. She resembled a schoolteacher of old, the type you only see in films, kind and caring, but with a smouldering core. I really wanted her.

We spoke, both at the same time, expressing our relief at the extra room. Then we both laughed, awkwardly and smiled together.

"I like this part of the journey," she informed me, "where I can start to relax. It's even better on a Friday."

"Oh yes, it sets you up for the weekend by having the last few stops almost to yourself."

I was starting to fish for information as the where she'd be getting off the train. Regulars tend to go into the carriage nearest the exit to their station, so there was every chance we'd be alighting together. Certainly, I didn't expect her to get off in the next two stops, that would leave her to walk the length of the platform to get to the exit. Still, there wasn't much time to try and get a decent conversation going. I needed a good intro line and I wasn't very good at them.

She sighed softly and stretched her legs out to her side and leaned against the side of the train, as if settling down.

"Well, I'm pretty much set for a relaxing weekend." I blurted out, without really thinking.

"Good. I think I am too, nothing really planned, that's my idea of relaxing."

I gazed into her eyes and she seemed to smile deeper as I did so. The train rattled along, but our eyes never left each other as we bumped along.

"Yup. I'll go home and watch TV, do nothing and just take it easy. There's only a few other things that relax me more."

She laughed, maybe catching the glint in my eye as I made that last remark. A sweet smile spread across her face.

"Maybe giving a woman a leisurely blow job would ease the stress." I added.

There was a silence above the clatter of metal wheels on iron rails. Her eyes still didn't leave mine and the smile stayed on her face. She laughed softly and quietly.

"Do you say that to all the women you meet on the train home?" She enquired, tilting her head slightly.

"No, just the ones who I'd love to lick to orgasm."

Her eyes flickered slightly, but stayed fixed, warmly, on mine. I swear I saw a flame ignite deep down.

"And do you get any positive comments when you do say that?"

"I don't know, I've never said it before." Which, actually, was true.

She broke away her gaze and stared out the window, slightly perplexed and then relaxing again. She looked back at me. She was still smiling.

"It's nearly my stop. I suspect it's yours too."

I wasn't entirely sure what she meant by that, either it was an opening for me, or she had used the same logic as I had as to where people alight.

"Yes, nearly there." I paused. My heart fluttered and I took a mental gulp. "So, how do you like to relax?"

"I was hoping you could tell me." She said, half in a whisper as if saying it shocked her.

"Hmmmmm, I think I know, it's on the tip of my tongue." I smiled as I said the words, my heart racing with the excitement.

"I bet it is." She looked away again as the train pulled from a station that might be one away from hers. She stayed quiet for several seconds, each marked by the hammering of my blood through my body.

She turned to me again and leaned forward. "So, what do you get in return?"

"The pleasure of seeing your sweet face as you're coming."

She stayed stock-still and I could feel she was breathing heavier. "You want to give without taking?"

"Yes." I whispered.

"Why should I trust you? Why should I let you do that? Isn't it crazy of me?"

"Yes, crazy. There is no reason for you to trust me. I don't even know if I could make you cum. All I know is that I'd love to put my head between your spread legs and languidly lick you with the hope that when I look up over your naked body I will see your face with a mask of pure ecstasy as you're enveloped in an orgasm."

Her eyes blazed again, just for an instant and looked away.

"It's my stop." Again, she returned her gaze deep into me. "Time to relax"

She stood quickly and turned for the door, my face inches away from her behind as her skirt twirled, trying to catch her up. It was a shapely bottom, not wide or long and looking very cute as the skirt hung over it, emphasising the roundness. I was transfixed by it as it swayed away and was almost lost in thought. It was her voice that snapped me to attention.

"Coming?" She said. One word, but filled with meaning. Her tone was deeper than her usual light voice, an accent-less English lady who could talk clearly and crisply. Instead, that word was sultry, a hint of heat around the edges, a glimpse into her private side. 

I jumped to my feet and bounded after her as she pushed the button to open the door. They sighed as they parted, almost as loudly as I was doing inside. The cooler evening air brushed over us, cooling us for a few seconds as we stepped out and headed off together.

"I can't believe I'm doing this. A complete stranger makes an obscene suggestion to me on a train and here I am taking him home!" She chuckled lowly. "I would say I'm old enough to be your mother, but I don't think that is the case, although it could be touch and go."

"Well, with kids today it's hard to tell if they're siblings or offspring. But I have a feeling you are a lot more refined than that." Again, she laughed, quietly, at my comment. I had no idea of her age, but I'd put about twelve years between us.

"You are quite the charmer. Tell me, what's a handsome lad like you doing trying to seduce old biddies like me?"

The word "trying" struck me and I faltered for half a step and then recovered. She still wasn't won over.

"I wouldn't call you either old or a biddy. You're an incredibly attractive and alluring woman. You have a sweet and kind face and the more I looked at you and noticed your features and movements, the more I wanted to make you cum."

"That's very kind of you to say that. Are you doing some kind of community care programme? Make a middle-aged lady happy. Do you get a badge, like Boy Scouts do?"

"No. I'll just get the memory and if I see you on the train again I will get an incredible feeling inside knowing that I'd given you an orgasm. I saw you and wanted you, wanted to see your face with pure pleasure on it. Basically, I fancied you."

She laughed again and then the only sound was our feet as we paced along. This was my stop too, but we'd headed in a different direction since leaving the train and I felt a bit lost. The other commuters that had got off alongside us had soon gone, which was lucky considering the conversation. We were alone now, walking down a street lit with the orange flow of an evening sky. The birds were in full song now and it felt right to just be quiet as we approached her place. She started to reach into her pocket for her keys and my nerves jangled with them as she reached for the door. It was a converted flat, the top half of an old house and the stairs were right behind the front door. She led me in, saying nothing and then closed the door behind me, firmly. We glanced at each other and smiled, awkwardly now. All the bravado had gone. She had called my bluff. Except it wasn't a bluff. I wanted her.

I followed her shapely bottom up the stairs. There was a small living room with a kitchen off to one side. A door led away from either end of the room, one ajar, revealing a bed, pristinely made, from what I could see.

"Make yourself comfortable." She instructed. Her voice seemed shaky, her nerves were kicking in too.

I removed my shoes and padded around in my socks as she placed our jackets away, depositing her bag and strode back.

"Would you care for a drink? Tea, Coffee, Water, Juice... I think that's all I have."

My mouth was dry and my head light, I needed water and asked for some.

She came towards me and handed me a glass. She then raised hers.

"Cheers."

"Yes, cheers." I gulped and raised my drink, clinking the glass to hers and then taking a mouthful. It felt good, invigorating and cleansing.

"Would you like anything to eat?" She quizzed, considerately and with care in her voice.

"Yes, you."

Again her eyes blazed. She took a gulp of water and the marched past me, into the room with the open door.

"Well?" came the call from the room. "Shall I start without you?" and the laughter had returned to her voice now.

I took another sip, turned and walked into her bedroom.

She stood, slightly nervously, arms at her side and staring straight at me. "It would be slightly more romantic if you undressed me, don't you think?"

I just nodded. My mind was too busy to worry about talking. I stood before her and reached up, my fingers reached for the soft material of her shirt and found a button, rolling it between my fingertips and twisting it so that it passed through the hole. With each unbuttoning the material gaped slightly more. My hands grasped at the bottom and pulled it from the restraint of her skirt, allowing me access to the rest of the buttons until the shirt draped open, allowing a glimpse of her white bra underneath. I smiled at her and her eyes showed an element of fear. I placed my hands under the material and onto her belly, which was fairly flat and felt toned. I rested my palms on her for a few seconds, looking at her as if to soothe her worries. Her look gave me the answer to my unasked question and I spread my hands and raised them, casting aside the cloth as I made my way to her shoulders, lightly brushing her breasts through the material of her bra as I went. The shirt dropped from her shoulders, baring them to me and, again, showing that she was quite athletic as they stood solid. The shirt landed behind her feet and she looked down, as if worried that it might crease. I stroked her shoulder, which brought her eyes back to me and my fingertips displaced a strap of her bra, allowing to flop down onto her upper arm.

"You have a very good body." escaped my lips and she giggled and lowered her eyes.

"Nice to know all that gym money has paid off."

I let my hand run down her arm and over her hand, my fingers splaying to entwine with hers briefly. It then settled on the top of her skirt, fingers running along the edge of the material where it met her skin. She shivered slightly. Both hands now rested on her clothing, slowly working towards the fastening at the side. I found a button and unhooked it, still looking into her eyes, relishing the sparks that ignited there. I held the little metal tongue of her skirt zip between two fingers and gently tugged it down. It didn't flow smoothly, this was a work skirt, robust and designed to stay in place. My force was insistent and it lowered, the plastic teeth parting with a roar as the noise filled the room, but barely made a sound. I could feel the material sag under my other hand as I held it to her hip and soon the whole wait was suspended by my fingers as I removed them, one by one, until the last digit was all between her skirt dropping and staying put.

I straightened the finger and watched her eyes and the item of clothing fell in a pool around her feet. She held my gaze and stepped out of the crumpled cloth, taking a pace backwards that allowed me to look at her fully.

Her underwear was functional. Mismatched bra and knickers, the top white, the bottom peach. The knickers were like briefs, not cut up the leg, but covering a lot of her, including the tops of her thighs. The bra had a small lace trim, but not enough to be considered risqué, or even seductive. She looked amazing. However old she was, it didn't show on her body, but maybe I was just crazy with desire. There was a bit of extra skin around her middle, but she was firm and my mind raced at the thought of what lay beneath the last two items of clothing.

"I'm sorry," She blurted out, "I haven't even got matching undies on!"

"That doesn't matter, you look incredible." I eyed her up as I said it, my gaze settling on the area between her legs, as if trying to see through to her pubic hair and wondering if she was getting wet.

I stepped forward and placed my hands on her hips. She turned slightly in my hands and I traced a path upwards to her bra strap, her motion allowing me access to the clasp at the back. My fingers fixed up on, holding it between them and moving the strap to free the hook from the eye. She turned a bit more to make it easier and so shielded her breasts from my vision. I let the strap go and then moved my hands to her shoulder to brush off the last remaining constraint, the hoops slipping down over her toned arms, her moving of them aiding the fall. I still couldn't see her breasts as she had her back almost fully towards me. Blindly, I slid my hands under her arms and felt the soft skin of her breasts. They were still quite firm and a good size, not too large to sag heavily, but enough to make it heavy going for one hand alone. As I took them in my hands I pulled her towards me, squeezing her breasts and moving my thumbs upwards to rub over her hard nipples. She let out a groan and then a gasp as the nipples were touched. I gently stroked with my thumbs, feeling the texture change as they moved from the velvet skin of the breast and onto the rougher, bobbled feel of the aureole and then rubbing against the hard nub of the nipple. She pressed herself against me as I caressed and squeezed her and I knew I had to stop, her bottom was rubbing my groin and distracting me from my objective.

I released my grip on her breasts and moved my hands down, taking the waistband of her pants between my fingers and slowly rolling them down. She moved forward again, to give me room and I bent down behind her, ensuring that I was close enough for my breath to play over her back and I lowered my head. I hooked my thumbs around the elastic and pulled it away from her body and then down. The knickers were a deep peach colour and quite extensive in their coverage, so it was a relief to see that no large amounts of flesh flopped out as the material was removed, instead, the body stayed firm and it was exposed. Her behind came into view and it was a good sight. It could easily belong to a girl half her age and I had a desire to bite the round flesh, but resisted, as I didn't want to push my luck. Instead, I drew her knickers down her lithe legs, the crotch being the last part to peel away from her skin and giving me hope that she was wet, making the pants cling to her there. When the knickers were around her knees I used my palms to slide them down over her shins until they lay on the floor around her ankles. There she stood, with me kneeling behind her, she was naked, the last item of clothing only covering parts of her feet. I could smell her, that musky smell of a woman, the smell of sex. She was wet, I was sure and soon I would find out. I raised my hands, I wanted to guide her, to turn her around to face me, but she was ahead of me, kicking the underwear away from her feet and stepping towards the bed and then turning. I gazed at her, looking straight at her pussy. She had a mass of dark hair, untrimmed, but not overgrown. It was a wide triangle, but thinning, so that I could see the cleft of her labia. There was a small glistening of the pubic hair at the bottom, where her juices had started to flow down. I wanted her, to eat that delectable pussy and taste her sweet body.

I looked up. She was looking at me, slightly nervous and in need of reassurance. I smiled and I think the look in my eyes told her how I felt.

She smiled back

"I'm not too hideous and old then?' She chirped, her voice showing more nerves than ever.

"No. You look fantastic. I want you. I want to lose myself in your pussy. I might well have to lick you to more than one orgasm as your cunt looks so luscious."

She blushed slightly. This woman who I had met only a few minutes ago and who was now naked and waiting to be licked was blushing!

I leaned forward and pressed my face against her pubic thatch and kissed her lips. I could taste her juices and the smell was heady. She gasped and shivered as my lips touched hers.

I stood up and looked deep into her eyes and smiled just as I pressed a finger against the swelling labia. Her eyes exploded and I saw lust inside them. I smiled again. I had her now.

"You're already wet and I haven't started licking you."

"I know. I started getting wet on the train and I could feel it as we walked home."

"What a beautiful, ripe cunt you have." And she blushed again as she heard the words. "Sorry, don't you like that word?"

"It's just I'm not used to it, it's not a word I use." She explained.

"Well, maybe you'll be using it and other words later. I'd love to hear you say it, especially if demanding I stick my tongue there."

She blushed some more, so I pressed my finger against her pussy again and watched her shiver.

"Lie down." I told her and she sat down on the bed, swiveled around and lay on the bed, staring up at me with real fire in her eyes.

I crawled onto the bed and stroked her right leg, using my hands to gently open her legs. They parted and she sighed. I slipped over the leg and onto the bed between. Again I pressed my palm against her leg, this time both at once and she complied, spreading herself for me. My eyes went to her pussy. The lips poked from the dark hair, shining with the wetness. As she spread further the lips parted slightly, starting to open and unfurl. My hands were on her thighs and I looked up. Ahead of me was her pussy, opening up before my eyes. Above that was the expanse of hair and then her belly and up to her breasts, which still remained fairly upright, the dark red nipples hard and tight. Her sweet face looked down at me. She looked like the woman on the train again, soft and kind. I moved my face closer, looking at her all the time. Soon her smell filled my nose and I exhaled deeply, my breath pouring over her hot flesh and causing another sigh from her. I took my eyes away from hers and looked at her vagina. It was quite compact, the lips were heavy, but not big. Like her nipples, the labia was dark. I pushed her thighs further apart and rested my head on the left one, staring straight at her sex, this stranger's most intimate place exposing itself to me. I blew onto the lips, ruffling the hair around them. She gasped again. I looked up and smiled and she beamed back at me, so warm and sweet. I moved my mouth and placed my lips gently on her wet labia and felt her arch underneath my touch and groan. I kissed her, my lips caressing hers as if it was her mouth. She squirmed now, her moans getting louder. I could taste her, so sweet and tangy it was all I could do to stop myself devouring her in one gulp. I opened my mouth further, taking in her mound and then drew my lips together slowly, pulling her labia into my mouth as I did so. She moaned and wriggled as I did that and, glancing up, I could see her eyes closed in pleasure. I pressed my mouth against her and opened wide, sucking her in and then holding her swollen pussy lips between my lips. Slowly, I moved my tongue, running it along her lips as they were inside mine. Relaxing my tongue so it ran flat, lapping at her pussy and then closing my mouth slowly again. My mouth was full of her juices now, she was soaking wet and I could drink from her. I began to lap up the wetness, placing my tongue against her lips and running along her sopping slit. I drove my tongue between her labia, flicking them aside as I went, rolling my tongue around them and drawing them into my mouth, lightly sucking on the swollen lips. I ran my tongue down, tensing it so it was hard and prodded the tip against her tight hole, causing her to groan. I could feel her internal heat as I probed, despite the juices swamping my tongue. I then travelled upwards, being guided by her slick slit until I could feel a hard point, flickering over it lightly and eliciting a louder groan as I did so. I swirled my tongue around and down, the underside running over her hard clit to make her squirm. I started moving slowly, concentrating the area that I licked, closing in around her throbbing bud. I could feel it under my lips as I moved around, grazing over it with them and then rolling my tongue around it. I glanced up and loved the effect it was having, eyes closed and face wreathed in pleasure. Any doubts I had about making the suggestion on the train were well and truly gone.


Suburban Sweetheart Ch. 02



This is the continuation of the story... For those who haven't read part 1, the basics are that I have managed to persuade a stranger I met on a train to take me home with the promise that I would lick her to orgasm. That achieved things moved forward...

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I sat up and studied her. There were traces of her age, but I'd seen a lot worse on women half her age, even though I didn't know what that was. Maybe she was young, but had an older face! I moved so that I was kneeling next to her, a hand idly playing with a breast, fingers rolling around the nipple. She shifted, and moved her head towards my groin again, kissing up my thigh until she reached my soft cock and then kissing that too, making it stir. She opened up and took the whole of my flaccid penis in her mouth, teasing it with her tongue while it was held tight. Now I really had no idea why she was single. I altered my position, propping myself on my right arm and leaning over, kissing her belly button, pressing my tongue into it. She giggled around my prick as I swished in and out and her vibrating mouth stirred the blood flow more. I moved down, kissing as I went and soon had a mouthful of sticky hair. Her legs opened to allow my head room and my eyes were right over her vulva, vision full of the dark lips as they yawned into life again. I used my left hand to pull at her labia, peeling it aside and exposing the deep pink cleft. I moved my legs, stretching out so I was alongside, my cock still being sucked, but hardening by the second. 

She spread her legs wide, exposing her pussy to my gaze even more and I marveled at the sight of the river of cum that was still oozing from her hole. The lips close to the entrance were coated with spunk and I moved my tongue down, brushing her clit and then into the groove to taste the salty tang of my cum on her body. As her clit was touched she pulsed and a bubble of cream was expelled from her body. It rounded up and then dispersed against the lips, bursting and running down towards her perineum and her arse hole. I lapped up the cum that coated her labia, sucking a fleshy lip into my mouth and stretching it with my lips. My face was pressed onto her and I could smell the funky aroma that poured from her body. She reeked of sex and I inhaled deeply to savour it. 

She was moaning again, muffled by having me in her mouth. I was almost completely hard now and she'd move her mouth down to allow for the extra inches. I tilted my head to look up, across the matted fur of her pussy and her heaving breasts to see her face, mouth pouting around the swollen shaft of my penis, slowly moving up and down, the red skin of the head coming into view before vanishing into her warm mouth again. I jerked my hips and watched as I thrust into her, her cheek bulging as the cock pushed into her mouth. She pulled back a bit and I tried to stop the natural instincts to start bucking into her throat. I licked her left labia with a long stroke of my tongue as she slid her mouth down me, her eyes catching mine and she slid off me, holding me to her mouth and extending her tongue across the exposed head. I groaned and turned to bury my mouth on her pussy and we both resumed our oral administrations. 

I was enjoying tonguing her clit as I could watch the cum be squeezed from her cunt as I did so. She had started to breath heavier and soon she released my cock from her mouth and I looked to see her drop her head back, mouth agape and eyes closed. I ran my tongue along her crack, dipping it into the seeping hole and then swirled it around. She moved her hips to meet my mouth and I then started to kiss her pussy lips as I would her mouth, tongue snaking between the lips and seeking what was within, entwining it around the hard clitoris and smothering it with saliva. She was gasping, her pelvis pushing up into me to kiss me back. I was now feasting on her wet snatch, sucking the labia and clit into my mouth, lashing them with my tongue and speeding up the licking as her panting quickened. She moved her hips to point her clit towards me, so I fastened my lips around it and ran my tongue over and around, pinging it back and forth over the captive organ. She bucked, so I sucked harder and her cunt started pushing more liquid out, a frothy mix of our cum and fresh juice that sloshed and flowed around, getting stirred with my saliva by my busy tongue. 

She yelped as I placed her clit between my teeth, I didn't bite, but the hard material in stark contrast to the softness of my lips. I sucked her into me again and she moaned, long and loud. I pressed the point of my tongue onto the bud and she shuddered, her pelvis squirming under me and she arched her whole body, nearly throwing me off. I held tight, pushing onto her and squeezing my lips tight.

She let out a strangled cry and her hips bucked and then stayed pressed upward, onto my head that was pressing down on her. She shook, groaned and vibrated and then dropped back down on the bed, her hands reaching down to swat me away.

"Stop. Please stop."

I rested with my face lying on her groin, smelling the fresh scent of her body as it mixed with the old smell of dried cum.

"Oh god." she groaned and I kissed her open pussy.

She rolled over, despite the fact I was still across her, so I moved away to allow her to lie on her side, my head still level with her pubic thatch.

Her hand grabbed my hard cock again and I looked down as she took it into her mouth. I raised my head, propped myself up and reached across to put my other hand on her bottom and pulled it down, rolling her again so that her arse was pointed upwards, its curve profiled for me. I moved over and kissed the soft skin of her buttocks, there was very little flab, it was a fine behind for an older woman. As I moved my face closer to her crack I noticed the skin was wet and glistening, coated with semen and juices that had flowed down from her vagina. I moved closer and in doing so I pulled my cock away from her kiss.

"Awwww." She complained as her mouth was emptied, but then moved so that she was prone on the bed. As much as her sucking felt good, I had other plans.

I moved her legs apart and knelt between them gazing at her round buttocks and up her slender back. Her hair was cut in a bob so I could see the nape of her neck and longed to suck and nibble on it. That would have to wait though. I reached down and pulled her upwards by the hips, her legs bending under her to support the weight and her back bending gently to allow her behind to point up at me. I used my knees between hers to spread her open and she complied, her body opening under me and letting me glimpse her anus. Her buttocks were now spread as she widened her legs. Underneath, her labia dropped down, heavy with blood. They parted like red velvet curtains, the juices lubricating them and making them shine. Against the dark pink of her pussy was a white arrow pointing the way. The cum was still oozing from her and acted as a beacon to her tight hole, which was also glinting with the wetness. 

I moved closer, bending my hips to position my penis. The wet head brushed against her lips and I shifted so that the rounded head slipped between them as they dangled ajar. I followed the creamy path and felt her body against me. She moved her hips to position herself as she wanted and I pushed into the opening hole. She parted for me and I glided up her tunnel, being washed by her juice flow as I moved. I paused to look down, the head was inside her and the bright red skin under it was being gripped by her labia. I inched up, watching as the shaft entered, pushing her skin in as it went. She adjusted her hips, bending her back and pressing down and back towards me. I thrust and the final inch or so slammed up and our bodies slapped, my balls swinging to knock against the front of her pussy. We both gasped. We remained still for a moment to catch our breath and then I moved backwards, watching in fascination as the skin at the base of her vagina was drawn out, still holding tight to the retreating penis. I placed a finger on it to stroke it as it was pulled taught and it caused her to shudder. I withdrew until the domed head came into view, the flap of skin riding up over the ridge and wrapping around the smooth red head. I pushed back into her slowly, her sigh matching the insertion into her body. I pressed so my pubic hair tickled her anus, clearly visible now as her legs were so spread. I pulled out again, moving slowly backwards and then equally slowly inwards. As I penetrated her her anus would pucker and pout, matching the sigh coming from her mouth. It was smeared with liquid, some dry and some sparklingly wet and the ridges of the sphincter twinkled like a little star as they moved with the rhythm of the fucking.

I put my finger to her lower labia again, stroking it as I withdrew and caressing it as it was stretched back, continuing the stroke from her body to mine so that the tip of my digit was soaked with her juice. I placed it to my mouth and licked. I then spat on it and sucked it so that it was even wetter and placed the tip against the tight hole of her anus. As I moved forward the hole was pressed against tip. The next time I pressed harder, right up to the sphincter so that when I glided up her the edge of her anus had to push against the digit, causing it to part slightly so that I could feel the inside edge. I kept the finger there as I withdrew and increased the pressure. The next time I pushed forward her anus opened more around the tip of my finger and I could see the end of the nail being vanishing as the sphincter kissed it. She didn't object, so I pressed harder as her rectum breathed in with my withdrawal and as it exhaled I pushed and the brown hole opened and only the cuticle was now visible. She still didn't say anything, just groaned. I slid my cock up her tight pussy until I was buried in completely, her walls gripping me and moulding to the contours of my penis whilst bathing it with hot liquid. I held her hip with one hand and then pressed the other harder. The cuticle of the fingernail vanished as the wrinkled hole swallowed it and soon the first joint was opening her to allow it to get inside. She squirmed and pushed back on me, pressing my cock deeper in her cunt and my finger further up her rectum. I could now feel the hot, tight skin inside her arse and wiggled the finger against it, causing another squirm. I upped the pressure and the second joint nudged against her sphincter. I gently pulled out of her pussy up to the halfway point and then moved back up, pressing into her anus in tandem with the move and she opened, her anus relaxing and my finger slipping in fully just as my balls touched her vulva.

I wiggled the digit again and she groaned. I bent it and felt it pressing onto my cock in the next tunnel. Keeping it bent I pulled back and the tip dragged along the shaft and I could feel the rounded ridge of the head as it bumped the digit out of the way. The curve of the tip was clearly felt and I stroked it through the membrane of her body. It was an incredible sensation, possibly too good and I realised I should stop before it ended quickly! I straightened up and pushed into her and then slid the finger back, watching her wrinkled hole being dragged out as the bobble of the joints pressed from the inside. She turned her head to look at me as I played with her anus.

"You are a dirty one, aren't you?" and then laughed.

Having her say that and look at me whilst I fingered her arse was enough to make me stop. Not because she looked like she didn't like it, far from it, but because I was enjoying too much. I slid the finger from her and then placed the hand on her hip, holding her still for a while to calm myself. I moved my hands up her back to grip her shoulders and pulled myself along her, moving my head to whisper in her ear.

"Not dirty at all, your arse is very clean." and then I moved to open my mouth across the back of her neck, sucking and nibbling on the tender skin as she sighed, moaned and then twisted her hips so that her bottom ground against my groin.

I held a piece of her neck between my teeth, biting softly and we started to move, both bucking until we were fucking like the dogs whose position we were in, short stabbing thrusts into her welcoming body as I nibbled and gripped her neck. My pace increased and my balls started to swing, occasionally looping up to slap against her pussy, making us both groan. I let go of her with my mouth, pressing my face next to hers over her shoulder and we panted together, side by side.

I raised myself and put my hands on the small of her back and bucked and ground into her. I pulled back and she would match my moves so we slammed together, the head of my cock burying itself deep inside her and opening her insides. We didn't speak, just grunted and settled into a tempo that suited us. Then, on one withdrawal, she moved forward more, my wet cock slipping from her body, drawing strings of juice out of her that hung like vapour trails before their slender hold broke and they swung down to land on our legs.

I scrabbled to get back into her, reaching for her hips automatically, but they moved as she rolled onto her side.

"Here. Come her." She beckoned with a wave. "I want you in my mouth."

I shimmied up on my knees, not very elegant, but there is only so much you can do with a raging hard cock. I knelt on the bed next to her head and she reached out and placed her hand on my hip and closed in on my penis with her face. 

"Hello" she said and then opened to engulf the soaked head with her lips. I threw my head back at the glorious sensation of her hot mouth. After the tightness of her cunt it was almost a relief to feel the hollow heat of her face, the lips warm around the base of the head and her saliva hot as it bathed, but with no skin pressing onto the sensitive skin it is a sure was to make a guy gasp with joy. She looked up and then moved her mouth down, taking most of my slippery cock easily inside her mouth, my glands feeling the tickle as they hit the back.

She pulled back, holding me tightly in her hand and looked up. "I want to see you cum.," she stated before swallowing me again.

Who was I to deny her. I was pretty close and that urged me on. I moved my hips forward and slowly fucked her face as she gurgled around me. Her tongue would flit over the head and around the shaft and I jerked faster, involuntarily. I placed a hand on the back of her head and pressed down and I moved my hips up. She jiggled and adjusted her head angle and soon her nose was pressed into my dark pubic curls. She groaned and hummed her approval and the vibrations caressed the length of my cock. I had to pull away and drew back until just the head was in her. My feet were tingling and my whole body was electrified. Soon my balls were tightening and aching and I could see stars as my head swirled with pleasure as she twisted her tongue around my cock. I felt my cock swelling as the liquid boiled up and I groaned, trying to get the words out, but lost in pleasure.

She knew though. She pulled back and got her wish. Her eyes lowering from mine to fix on the Cyclops of my penis. Her mouth was still open as she watched the hole open as a stream of cream spat from it, stringing through the air between us and landing on the side of her nose, just below her right eye. It splattered down her cheek, with the trailing edge dripping over her lips. I let out a loud groan and felt the next burst traveling along the hard shaft, opening the tube as it rushed for the opening. She moved quickly, engulfing me just as I erupted again, the liquid slamming into the back of her throat as I bucked and she swallowed. She moved back to give my swollen head more room for the next wave of sperm, holding me in her lips tightly as the cock twitched and pulsed, filling her mouth with semen. I felt dizzy with the pleasure of the sensations and I bent over, my hands on the top of her head that was sucking the cum from my balls. Again I ejaculated, once more she sucked. I convulsed again and her mouth remained there, like a limpet around the end of my penis, taking everything that was shooting from me. One last burst from my scrotum and I threw my head back and groaned, my body shaking as it was emptied by her, with her eyes smiling up into mine. 

"Oh goddddd." was all I could manage as a trickle of creamy liquid escaped the corner of her mouth and ran down to her chin. She released me, sticking her tongue out to lick the drenched head clean of cum, squeezing the shaft with her hand to get the last drops out and onto her tongue. I shivered and slumped down, just staying kneeling by steadying myself with my arms. She grinned and more cum dripped out and as her smile widened there was a white froth along the line of her lips. She stuck out her tongue again, in jest and it was covered in globules of my sperm. She closed her lips and swallowed and I fell back on the bed, exhausted. She moved over me and kissed me, my tongue entering her mouth and tasting the cum. She then rolled off me and onto her back, sighing deeply. I moved next to her, staring at the profile of her face, her straight nose and solid jaw line, the gentle pout of her lips and the curve of her cheek. She had a good face, the features were clear and nothing was out of place or exaggerated. It did look odd that she had a large stream of cum across it though. It was meandering down across her cheek, leaving a damp trail on the edge of her nose. She licked the bits that flowed to her lips and a small stream of it trickled around her mouth, following a small line in her skin towards her chin. In the hollow between her bottom lip and the tip of her chin was a small pool of liquid and I moved over and opened my lips around it, sucking the cum from her, tasting the salt of her sweat and saliva and that of my sperm. She smiled again and some sperm ran into the creases as her face lit up. It was the only real sign of her age and my fluids were filling them and then leaving their pattern when her face tightened up again.

I lay next to her and wrapped an arm around her as we both drifted off. Yes, we were both very relaxed now.



Suburban Sweetheart Ch. 03



I opened my eyes in a strange room. I hadn't slept, just dozed off. She was napping beside me, her breathing shallow and her body still. I needed to pee, I'd gulped some water before I'd drifted off and was bursting. I crept off the bed and tiptoed out of the bedroom, across the lounge and to the bathroom.

It was a neat and tidy room, fitting in with her manner and style. I stood over the bowl and had to squeeze the end of my penis as the hole was sticky with dried cum. As I relieved myself I looked around a bit more, trying to get an insight into this sweet woman who'd accepted by rude proposal and who was now asleep with my cum in and over her. There were dried flowers in dainty vases on shelves. Bottles were lined tidily and the metal surfaces shone. She was very ordinary from what I could see. A single woman who took care of her home and self and kept both clean and ordered and presented a neat and unassuming vision to the outside world. I finished up, washed my hands, lathering with one of the fresh scented bars of soap and padded back to the bedroom where she was sleeping.

My movement as I lay down stirred her and she moved to look over at me, smiling instantly. Strands of her hair were plastered to her cheek, set in the cum that had dried there and as she smiled I could see the white dusting crack around her mouth.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"That's ok," she reached out to stroke my chest, "I was only dozing, I heard you get up." and she laughed. "I even peeked to see your bum as you walked out."

'Oh, I see!" I feigned indigence.

She chuckled again. "You have a good bum, do you work out? you seem very toned."

This was nice to hear, I usually got classed as skinny or scrawny and left aside in favour of beefier, manly, men.

"Not really, I cycle sometimes and tend to walk up escalators and take stairs two at a time. You're pretty fit yourself and your bum is very firm."

Another snigger came from her and a light blush. "Well, I do go to the gym and I walk up escalators, so we have that in common. My legs aren't long enough to take stairs two at a time, but I do like going for long walks and the occasional swim. I guess I'm pretty active."

"That would explain the calf muscles then." I said as I slid an arm across her belly.

"Ok, now I need to pee. Don't go away." And she slid away, leaving my arm empty and my eyes following her behind, as it seemed to dance out of the room.

I lay back and looked around. I hadn't paid much attention when I first arrived, I was too busy concentration on getting her naked and making her cum. Again, there wasn't much to see. Cupboards and wardrobes held everything in place and a few shelves were filled with books and mementoes, but there were no pictures, apart from framed paintings. Nothing to give a clue to who she loved or had known and loved. She was quite enigmatic, which was one of the reasons I'd wanted her. The sweet, smiling woman on her way home to no one, but content with her lot. I'd barged in and opened her up, in every way and it was at odds with the surroundings. Whatever her reasons for bringing me home, I wasn't complaining.

Several minutes later she strode back into the room, her breasts swaying as she moved. From behind her came a faint rumbling sound that was worrying me.

"I'm running a bath. I think I need to clean up a little." She grinned.

I figured this was her signal for "get out now, I've come to my senses."

She looked at me, my eyes finding hers after I'd been staring at her matted, dark pubic hair and the dark red nipples.

"Maybe you'd like to scrub my back." She turned and headed for the sound of running water, glancing back again to add "And my front."

I really should learn how to understand women. Then again, I was completely perplexed by this one.

My eyes followed her as her buttocks flexed with each stride. I gave a silent blessing and swung my feet off the bed and onto the floor. Looking down, my pubic hair was as matted and sticky as hers. My penis had retreated, the head snuggling back inside the foreskin so that just the tip was visible and that was coated with a crisp whiteness that also flecked along the shaft. Yes, a clean up was called for.

Just as I walked from the bedroom she bounded from the bathroom.

"Music!" She boomed and headed for the corner and the stereo. She switched it on and turned the volume control up. I was staring at her behind as she bent over to do this and didn't even hear her as she asked me to pick a CD.

"Huh!" I blinked at her, managing to look away from her buttocks and the glimpse of curly hair below.

"You choose." and waved at the shelves of disks. "I'll trust your judgement." And then she bounded back to he bathroom, the door swinging shut behind her.

I studied the CD's. She had pretty good taste, over half of the titles I knew and liked. I picked something suitable, not too heavy, not too mellow and none too intrusive. I hit play and the sounds swept out and filled the room. I turned, nervous again as I reached for the bathroom door. Opening it I was hit by the heat, the humid kind that is welcoming. I stepped in, pushing the door closed, but not fully shut, letting the music follow me through the gap. She was lying in the bath, bubbles covering her, and steam rising off her body.

"Good choice." She murmured. "Do you like REM or was it just a blind decision?"

"No, I like them. I figured this album would sound best for soaking to." And I walked over to stare down at her naked, wet body, peering through the bubbles at her skin beneath, the darkness between her legs just visible and a nipple poking through. She turned, her gaze on my soft cock, which stirred slightly under the scrutiny, before her eyes rose up to mine.

"Shame my bath isn't bigger." She whispered and then closed her eyes, relaxing in the heat.

I knelt down next to her, leaning across to kiss her on the lips, which opened under my touch. She reached a wet hand up and caressed my head, dampening my hair as she stoked it.

We stayed in silence for a while, listening to the music and using our mouths to kiss every so often. What had started as just lust was now becoming quite tender.

"So," I decided to break the silence, "why is such a nice girl all alone at the weekend?"

She smiled, but with a hint of sadness.

"I haven't found the right man. I think I've given up."

"Is that why you take up such offers as mine?"

She laughed quietly, but still with a dark side. "No. I don't get these offers often. In fact, never before. I wouldn't do it anyway, it's not my style, I'm too timid and slow."

Now I laughed, but not maliciously, causing her to flash her eyes at me.

"You just looked nice." She explained. "As soon as you sat down you looked different. It was quite refreshing seeing you on the train next to all the suits. You were very out of place."

"hmmmm. Is that a good thing?" I enquired.

"Well, you pulled!"

With that we both laughed. Yes, I guess being odd had worked.

"What about you?" She turned to face me. "Why are you alone? Or have you got a partner somewhere and just fancied some fun?"

"No, I'm single. I just don't click with girls. I guess I am too odd! I don't go to bars or clubs, I am quite solitary I guess and I don't seem to understand girls, especially British ones. Which, obviously, is a problem."

Her face softened as she listened. It seems we were closer matched than we thought. Two drifters outside the mainstream.

"You are very handsome, I'd have thought girls would be clamouring for you. And you give good head!" And she gave a dirty chuckle.

Now it was my turn to blush.

"Well, I never get that far! I'm not a typical lad, I think I was born in the wrong time. Maybe I'm old fashioned."

Another dirty chuckle gurgled from her.

"Yes, very old fashioned... 'Excuse me miss, could I give you a blow job'!"

"As I said, I'd never done that before, but I found you very alluring and thought you might appreciate it, the offer or the actual act."

She reached out and stroked my face. "It was very sweet and incredibly sexy. I was going to act shocked, but I was turned on. Had you said you wanted to sleep with me, or even get to know me better, I'd have declined, but the way you said it, just to give for nothing in return. Oh my!" And her eyes opened fully with the exclamation.

"Well, that's all I wanted to do, to make you cum and see you as it happened. I was actually worried about entering you earlier, you might think I was taking advantage."

Her dirty chuckle echoed off the tiles and gleaming chrome of the room, drowning out the music.

"And there was I thinking I'd taken advantage of your offer, getting a blow job, a hand job and a shag. Anyway, I wanted to see you cum too."

I laughed, not quite a suggestive chuckle like hers, but the intent was there.

"Back to my question. How comes you're single?"

Her face straightened. She looked into the distance and spoke quietly.

"Men think I'm too nice. They want glamorous women who spill from their dress and make other men want them. They like to show off their catch. They don't want dowdy biddies." There was a trace of bitterness in her words.

"You're not a biddy. You're not dowdy. You're quietly sexy. Anyway, there's nothing wrong with being kind and sweet. And you give good head."

The last remark brought the chuckle back.

She caressed my face again and sat up in the bath, causing the water to splosh about and exposing her bubble covered breasts, the dark red of the nipples peeking through as the bubbles popped.

"Now, about my back." And she bent forward slightly to allow me access.

I took a sponge and ran it down her spine slowly, moving in small circles as it lowered, squeezing occasionally to allow soapy water to stream down her skin. She sighed. I lathered her shoulders and pressed the sponge onto her neck, squeezing them both with my fingers, the warm liquid cascading out and over her shoulders. I scrubbed over her arms and even ran the sponge over her face, to cleanse the last remnants of the dried sperm from her. She lay back again with a contented sigh and I moved the sponge to my right hand and began the process on her front now. The bubbles on her breasts were washed aside and I pressed the sponge down on a nipple, twisting it slightly as if wringing out the water on the hardening point. I squeezed the other breast through the cleaning pad and the water formed rivulets down the curves before flowing into the tub via the soft underside of her breast. She let out a sigh that turned to a moan as her nipple was bathed in bubbly water. I moved down her cleavage, squeezing and releasing more water and bubbles that streamed over her skin. She raised her belly up from the water as I stroked over it, again circling the skin and pressing against it. She relaxed again, letting her body sink down as she bent her legs up, her shoulders slinking below the surface as she changed position. Her thighs parted and the sponge ran over the pubic mound, scrubbing briefly before rising from the water to run along her inner thigh as it poked above the surface. Her eyes closed as the warm water, soothing music and gentle scrubbing carried her way. I washed down to one foot, squeezing the sponge over her cute toes and then started on the other leg where I had left the first one. I circled her knee, rubbing behind it gently and then traversed along the thigh, stroking the front and rubbing small circles on the inner part. Her mouth half opened. I sponged over her pubic area again, but softly and quickly, before moving up to her belly.

I left the sponge over her navel and moved my bare hand down. My fingers swam through the floating hair and skimmed over her vulva, causing a faint shiver. She raised her hips for an instant, as if to confirm my touch and then dropped again to rest on the bottom. I cupped my hand to her pudenda and squeezed. She moaned and sighed, wiggling her groin area. I squeezed again, pressing the middle finger harder against her labia and spreading he fingers either side of that. She started to open under my touch, the fingers drawing the lips apart and my middle finger slipped between the soft folds.

I curled the finger so that it penetrated further between the flaps of skin and stroked along the cleft. Her breathing quickened and her noises merged with the music that floated though from outside. My fingers grew more insistent, pulling her open and allowing the hot water to flow over her exposed pussy. The middle finger rose up and touched against her hard spot, generating another gasp. I held it there and widened the other fingers to part her further, seeing her open and bloom in the gaps between the bubbles. 

I started to move the fingers along her now, the lips were swollen and had unfurled from her, swimming in the water as my fingers caressed them. The hard bud of her clit grew under the pressure from my finger and I ran the tip over it, pushing the hood back in an attempt to expose it to my touch.

Her eyes were half open now, looking at me with a look that made me increase the pressure and pace before they rolled back and the lids closed. Her nipples had burst the bubbles around them and shone like beacons against the whiteness of the suds. Beneath the water the red gash was visible as my fingers pulled it open. Her clit moved under my touch and throbbed as I rubbed it, drawing back the hood as the digit swirled around the organ. She started to pant as my finger ran in a smaller circle around the sensitive spot. Her hips wiggled as I settled the other fingers between her labia, pressing them against the inner folds.

My middle finger was moving faster now, her grunts indicating that it was a good speed. Her mouth widened and a low groan escaped and I pressed harder, closing the circle that the finger was drawing around her and then pressing the tip over the had point. She juddered and I ran the finger back, up and over, flicking her clit as it moved. I flicked and circled, increasing her breathing and the noises she made that were still soft enough to blend with the music. My finger danced on her clitoris, twisting and waltzing it along with the movement, swirling it around as the water eddied with the movement of my hand. She shivered and groaned as the pace increased, the finger moshing over her sensitive bud and heading for a crescendo. She cried out with a moan, mouth widening and eyes firmly closed as her head tilted back. Her back arched, causing her hips to dip further under the water and slide up the bath. Her legs quivered. My hand stayed clamped between her labia, the fingers insistently pressing on her and the middle one fixed on her clit. She groaned and it filled the room and then her legs thrashed, splashing water up in my face and then her whole body shook and juddered.

Her eyes shot open and she reached down to push my hand away before she slumped down, shoulders submerging and her legs clamping shut.

She gasped and fought for breath, panting and puffing, breasts rapidly rising from the water and sinking again. My hand was still held tight and away from her body. She still shivered, even whilst covered in warm water. All that came from her mouth was a groan as she exhaled.

"Phew!" She finally exclaimed.

She released my hand and I stroked her leg, causing more shivers, so she pushed me away again and I decided to rest my arms on the side of the bath.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Mmmmmm, yes. Thank you." And she sighed deeply. 

We stayed quiet for a while, allowing her time to subside. She looked across and moved her head to kiss my mouth. Her tongue flicked over mine as we opened to each other, she was still gasping slightly as she forced air into my mouth.

As we broke away she glanced down. I was very hard and there was a smear of precum bubbling from my hole.

"Hello." She whispered and then resumed her position. 

I reached a hand down under the water and across her belly. She flinched as it got lower and then pulled me away.

"Sorry, it need a rest, you've worn it out!" She laughed and then turned to face me. She twisted her body in the water so that she was on her front, it was elegantly done with barely a ripple, it must be all that swimming she does, I thought. Her eyes glinted, a mischievous look there. "Of course, being in the bath means we can be very dirty." and her voice lowered to a low whisper. As she said it her eyes darted across, just for an instance and barely noticeable.

She raised her behind out of the water, drawing her legs under her as she steadied herself with her hands either side of her face.

I looked across to her bottom and to also see where she'd looked at. On the side of the bath were a few bottles, shampoo, bubble bath and cleansers. There was also some baby oil. My heart jolted. Maybe I had got it wrong though.

I bent over and kissed her buttock through the bubbles. She didn't move. I stroked the soft, rounded flesh. Again, no movement from her. I ran a finger down the crack and brushed it over her sphincter. She moved. She pressed her behind back, against my hand. I decided to go for it. Standing up, I exposed my erection to her and she smiled when it came into view. I then moved down and stepped into the warm water behind her. Her legs were splayed and pulled under her, pointing her bottom at me. I knelt down, the bubbles lapping over my legs and making me sigh with their welcome. I stroked her buttocks again and then pressed my face to them, kissing and sucking on the tender flesh. She sighed and moaned. I licked the sweet skin, running my tongue over her and then leaving a damp trail on the drying skin that headed towards the crack. I flicked around at the top of the crease, just to give her time to say no. I lowered and still nothing but contented sighs. I pressed my tongue out further, hardening the tip to increase the sensation on her. The gnarled and wrinkled skin of her opening was beneath me now. I flicked over the ridge and onto the centre, tasting then entrance to her body. She wiggled in synchronisation with my tongue movements. I swirled and fluttered over the uneven skin around the hole and then moved upwards again, licking up her spine and kissing her back, my tongue pressing into the notches as I went. I moved so that I drew up over her and my penis rested against her behind. Still she didn't pull away. I moved my hips, grinding them up and making my cock travel along the valley between her buttocks. Nothing. I shifted, this time letting my head draw down her until it rested on the puckered, dark hole. She wiggled and moved backward to increase the pressure. She turned her head and her eyes said it all. I turned around and reached for the oil and she followed my movements with her eyes.

I flipped open the top and upturned the bottle, letting the liquid drizzle out and onto her behind. It ran down the cleft and flowed around the hole. I scooped some up and smeared it over her anus and then let some fall onto my hard penis. I rubbed it, mixing the slippery oil with my precum. Soon the head was shining and I poured some down the shaft using my fingers to coat the underside. I put a dollop on my fingers and then rubbed this directly on her anus, pressing against the tight opening and feeling her relax as I did so, letting the tip of one finger just move in to swab the inside of her. We were both quiet now, the CD played next door and there was a slight hiss of bursting bubble in the rub. I squatted down behind her and held the shaft of my penis to point the curved head at her hole. Her behind was raised to me, out of the water and she was spreading herself wide. Her labia hung down and there was a slick sheen between them that had washed away any bubbles, although some still twinkled and clung to the sides and very ends of the distended flaps. 




Suburban Sweetheart Ch. 03



I moved forward and still hoped I hadn't got the signals wrong. The head of my penis rested against her anus, slipping in the oil and slithering against her skin. We both moved to get a better position and she let me keep my cock there. I held the shaft and pressed forward and the tip squirmed and flattened against her closed hole. I pressed again and she wiggled. Still I was barred entrance. I moved back and then forward, gripping the slippery cock as hard as I could and with her hips grinding back. She groaned and inhaled deeply, letting it out with a big sigh that made her back arch and her hips rise. I pushed and the head of my penis was squashed and squeezed, the domed end forging ahead as the hole leaked more lubricant. Her body yielded and my prick penetrated her anus, the curve of the head opening her sphincter wider. I groaned as I felt the tightness around the tip and she shivered and then exhaled again. She dilated further as my cock slithered in, pulling her open with the dome of the head and suddenly I popped inside, her sphincter clamping around the valley of skin at the top of the shaft. I stared down in wonder as the head of my penis was buried in her arse. I reached for the oil again and dripped more on the shaft and then pushed ahead. She opened as the shaft thickened and I could feel the soft skin of her rectum rolling over the ridge of my glands, caressing the tender skin beneath and then parting again to let the shaft slide inside. She grunted and moaned, so I stopped moving, letting her tight body get used to the invader in her arse. She exhaled and I pushed up, her body letting me deeper into her bowels. I gave a final push and she yelped as my balls rested against her pussy and my pubic hair tickled the hole that had been opened to let me in.

I looked down, my cock was buried fully in her anus, the sphincter gripping the base of my shaft tighter than any pussy I had been in. My head swam with the pleasure of this feeling, her rectum was holding me firmly and I didn't want to move just yet. to allow me to get used to this feeling. I'd only been in one arse before, an American girl whose period coincided with my visit to see her. She decided I needed a treat after all the blow jobs and let me in the back door. Her arse was incredibly tight, but nowhere near as gripping as this one. I felt like I was fucking a vice.

I laughed.

She turned her head to me and looked perturbed.

"That's not a very polite thing to do in a situation like this!" She said, somewhat firmly.

"Sorry, but I just had a funny thought." I explained.

"And what would that be?" Pray tell"

"Well. A few hours ago we met and now I am buggering you in the bath!" I sniggered.

She saw the funny side and chuckled. "Buggering in the bath. That's a good one. I'm glad I decided to have a soak now as sodomising in the shower doesn't sound so nice."

We both chuckled at that and out vibrating caused my cock to ripple inside her, the rectum stroking my skin as I moved in her grip.

I laughed again.

"And do you know what is funnier?" I quizzed.

She pondered and ummed and ahhed... "Nope!"

"I don't even know your name."

"Oh my god! Who are you?" She squealed in mock outrage. "If I said 'Bugger me, I don't even know you' I'd be very truthful." And we laughed together.

All this joviality was taking my mind off the task in hand and I didn't want to shrivel up, so I withdrew an inch or so, the tender skin of her insides flowing up and over the barb on the head and then pushed back inside her, the skin rolling back to surround the cock as it buried itself deep.

She groaned and I leant forward, curving my body to hers.

"Hello, I'm Paul and my cock is in your arse." I said as way of introduction.

She groaned as I twitched my hips to stroke her rectum with the hard head of my cock.

"Pleased to have you inside me, Paul. I'm Emma."

She looked like an Emma, the rounded face, I'd never met an Emma without one. She was also the first Emma I'd fucked and I seemed to be making up for lost time with this one.

I pushed myself upright and slid back, relishing the way her rectum smothered my cock and marveling at the way her sphincter was pulled back with my exiting shaft. I eased out some more, rested and then moved up, parting her back passage and bringing a groan from her. Her wrinkled hole was spread wide and would be pushed and pulled with the movement of my cock. She gyrated her hips and ground back at me and we started to move faster as we grew acquainted with the feel of each other. I curled back over her again and found her left ear, sucking on the lobe and clamping my teeth on I as my hips twitched and bucked, vibrating the penis deep in her anus. We gasped and slobbered as out mouths found the other and out bodies slapped and ground, making waves in the tub that would break against the end and splatter out faces with warm, bubbly water.

I straightened and clamped my hands on her hips and pulled her to me, desperate to get deeper in her bowels as she twisted and wiggled to let me. I eased out again, pulling the puckered and splayed ring piece back, dragging its tight grip down my shaft until it was clamped just below the head. I watched and eased back, seeing her widen to let the bulbed head out, the deep red of her insides visible as I opened her up. She groaned loudly and I held her there, her sphincter as wide as I could get it with my cock and reached down to run a finger over the wrinkled surface that surrounded the hole. Her whole body shook and the water rippled. I held her hips tight again and slid up her in one smooth movement, her gasping as her rectum was opened by me until I was in as deep as possible. 

The grip was too much, I could feel the tingles starting and my body was shaking slightly. She looked back and gave me a look that I wanted. I pulled back again, my balls tightening and my cock swelling and then I thrust at her. She was so tight that the hydraulic pressure of my cum inside my shaft caused me to give a yelp as I widened to let the liquid out. The head was being squeezed tightly by her body and the hole had to press out to open and let the stream of liquid through, the jet shooting out with some force, spraying through the slit and splattering inside her bowels. We both cried out with the sensations and I jerked back and thrust again, groaning as my cock was expanded from within by the liquid that then burst into her intestines. Again I cried out as I filled her with more cum and the sensations didn't subside. I twitched and juddered and string after string of sperm was unloaded into her welcoming rectum. I collapsed on her back, cock still twitching as more sperm swam from me to look for a womb that was sealed from them by her skin, heading instead for her innards and dying in her bowels, coating the rectum as they did so.

We both groaned and then kissed roughly, lips mashing against lips as we panted.

My heart hammered against her back and I would rise and fall on her with every breath she took. We sank down, the warm water washing over my balls and the top of my thighs, lapping against my buttocks.

I rose up after I'd recovered enough to. My penis was softening inside her and I withdrew from her anus, sliding out, the head tugging on the ring piece and then plopping free, a string of oil and cum dripping from us.

I knelt behind her for a while as she lay still, propped against the end of the bath with her head on her hands that gripped the rim. Her anus was still parted, the inside skin visible, dark pink against the brownish hole and pale skin of her buttocks. A globule of liquid appeared and bubbled at the sphincter before running out and down over her perineum. I watched it trickle, creamy coloured which then turned to a coffee tone as more flowed from deeper in her. The end of it was running down over her pussy, gliding over the hole of her cunt and then bubbling down her hanging labia before forming a stringy teardrop of cum that eventually burst and dripped into the water. Her anus slowly shut, but the liquid seeped out, getting darker as it came from further up her body. I looked down at my cock. It was wet with cum and oil and there were a few brown streaks on the head and over the ridge. At the top of the shaft, where the foreskin is pulled tightly backwards, there was a dark smudge and reached and wiped the trace of her bowel from me, smiling as my fingertip turned brown. 

She looked around to me, eyes on my penis. "You have my shit on your cock." She muttered, the words startling me.

"You have brown cum leaking from your anus." I said and we both smiled.

"You see, you can be much dirtier here as there is a shower and soap." And with that she sat up and the trickle dripped down out of her. She lowered herself down into the water and used a hand to rub the leaking cum off her before turning to reach for the shower.

She unhooked it from the wall and turned it on, aiming the jets at my penis and washing me clean. She then stood and placed one foot on the edge of the tub and aimed the hose upwards, to rinse away the worse of the oil and cum that were oozing from her. We stood there together, hosing each other down and scrubbing. When I was clean I stepped out and grabbed a towel to wrap around me and then another to hold out for her. She finished off, giving her anus one last scrub and then turned off the water and stepped out.

"I think I'll have to sit on the toilet for a while." She said and walked to the bowl, spreading her legs and squatted down on it. As she sat there she rubbed the towel over her legs and I finished up drying and then turned on the shower to wash away the detritus left in the tub. I strode over to her as she sat there and she reached up and cupped my balls and took hold of my soft penis, holding it up to her.

"Well, you appear to have filled all my holes with cum now." She whispered to it before giving the head a light kiss and releasing it.

I bent down and kissed her lips. I wanted to say something, but didn't know what, a thank you would seem so hollow. She stroked my face as we broke apart and that sweet smile spread over her face. 

"Hello Paul." She whispered.

"Hello Emma." was all I could think to say.

"You should go and lie down, I will be here for a bit, you really filled me up." And all that was said with the innocent look on her face as my cum dripped out her anus.

I mutter an ok and then stood and walked out of the bathroom, turning to smile back at the woman who was emptying her bowels of my sperm. I strode across the living room, the music had stopped and I hadn't even noticed when, I crawled onto the bed, my body was aching now from all the pleasure. My balls hurt and my cock was playing dead. I rolled onto my back and waited for her shape to fill the doorway.



Suburban Sweetheart Ch. 04



I got on the packed train and looked for a seat to zone out on. I spotted a free spot and collapsed into it and then looked up to see the woman opposite me. She was older, I guessed around forty-five or so, but attractive and very sweet looking, her face seemed to smile even though she wasn't. I looked down to her hands, fingers entwined and resting on her legs. There was no ring to be seen. I glanced up and her eyes caught mine and glistened slightly, enough to notice, not overtly so to cause any real meaning. Her face carried on looking happy.

We were both crammed in, people to the side wedging us both against the window and so we both gazed out of it, dreaming of being anywhere but here as everyone else was wrapped up in their suits and engrossed in the evening paper.

I noticed her reflection, looking at me and smiling slightly more than her natural look. I smiled back and she looked away quickly, but soon returned her eyes to mine in the reflection.

She then shifted in her seat, easing forward to slide off and clamber between my legs. I looked down and was quite surprised to see that I was naked. The suits remained motionless; the newspapers didn't flicker as she drew close, her eyes gazing at me with warmth. Her hand reached out and encircled my penis. Not only was I naked, but I was hard too, yet no one paid any attention. Her face moved closer to me and I felt her breath brushing over the sensitive head of my erect penis.

"Hello." She said to it and then placed her lips, softly, against the arrowhead at the top and kissed it. I shivered in my seat and looked down as she stared up at me, her eyes smiling as her lips parted and her soft tongue appeared, the tip slotting into the groove at the back of my penis and gently moving up and down in it.

I looked around, still no one noticed us. She smiled at me and her pen mouth then moved over my cock, the lips parting further to spread around the throbbing head. She took the helmet straight into her mouth and pressed her lips around the strip of exposed flesh just above the foreskin. I gasped, loudly, but still the newspapers remained in place.

Her head started to move down my shaft, lips opening slightly as she took more of me into her mouth, occasionally moving back up to drag her lips over the stiff flesh. My hips began to shift upwards, desperate to get fully inside her hot mouth as her saliva bathed the heat of the swollen glands.

Soon her nose was nuzzling between the dark curls at the base of my penis and I could feel her tight throat tickling the head. She raised her eyes to look at me, her face engorged by my cock. I groaned, trying to stifle it so as not to disturb the reading commuters that were around us.

She slowly raised her mouth up, flicking her tongue over my penis as she went and leaving the exposed skin soaked with her spit. Soon just the head was between her lips and she toyed with it, running and rolling her tongue over it, flicking the hole with the tip and squeezing her lips, forcing he precum out to be lapped up by her.

She released me and I sighed. My cock was rock hard and the cool air washed over it, making me tingle.

If my nudity was a surprise, then the fact she was naked was even stranger. She stood up and I stared at her hard, red nipples and then down to the dark mass of her pubic hair. Her labia was visible through the curls and they had started to extend and open, I could even see the wetness on the ripened lips. Again, she smiled deeply, not saying a word, just moving towards me. She raised her legs, placing a knee either side of my hips, the suited businessman next to me shuffling to allow her room. Still they commuters didn't look as she raised herself over me. Her hands were either side of my head and her breasts swing as she moved into position, my gaze captivated by the swaying nipples. One hand reached down and grasped my shaft, adjusting the angle of my erection to point me straight to the hairy triangle between her legs. She lowered her hips, wiggling as she did so, using the tip of my cock to open up her lips before she stopped moving. She was poised, her pussy tight above my cock, I could feel her body heat pouring from her and over the head of my penis. She smiled again and started to sit down. She wiggled again and her body opened above me and I felt her muscles grasp my cock. I gasped again and so did she, her head lowering and her hair brushing my face as her nipples dangled over my chest, the hard points of them flicking against me as they bobbed. Another deep breath and she sat down further, me watching as I started to vanish into her body, pushing the dangling lips upward as I did so. She gave a loud grunt and pressed down, impaling herself fully and causing her head to fly back, hair swaying away from her face as her eyes closed and mouth widened at the feel of her vagina expanding to accommodate me. My head was buried deep in her as her walls clamped around it, squeezing the whole shaft as she welcomed me into her.

She looked back into my eyes, fire deep in her dark depths. Out noises hadn't alerted the other passengers, they were unaware of our nudity or that I was buried deep in her lovely body. She steadied herself, gripping the chair either side of my head and then she began to rise. I looked down as my penis began to reappear, wet with her juices. Her labia were stretched out as she got higher, the fleshy lips gripping my shaft and coating them with more juice as her inner walls squeezed my departing cock, closing in around on the space left behind. Her tight entrance hole grasped around the foreskin and then opened wider as the ridged head pushed it wide. Her cunt was spread open by me and she held tight over the domed end. She held herself up on her legs and I restrained from thrusting up into her again, instead we both remained still, joined by a small piece of sensitive skin that stretched her apart. Her breasts rippled as she breathed, panting lightly. The heavy orbs dangling down, dark nipples standing proud from the round aureole that contrasted against the white skin of the breast. They were firm breasts, sitting proud when she was upright, but at this angle they swayed and rocked around, bobbing up and sideways with her movements.

We didn't move, just panted, my breath clashing with hers as we faced each other.

I opened my eyes.

Her face was above mine, eyes shining down. Her breasts hung over me, only the movement of her breathing and heartbeat stirring them. She was astride me, her knees against my hips. There were no commuters to be seen, not even a train, I was on her bed and the swollen head of my stiff cock was being gripped by her tight pussy, the swollen labia holding the ridge at the bottom of the head and the shaft wet with her juice.

She smiled and lowered herself down again, opening for me and holding me tight inside until our pubic curls were able to knot together and her warm juice was squeezed out to drip over my balls.

"What a nice way to wake up." I told her as she lowered her body so that her hard nipples grazed over my chest.

"I thought you'd like it." She purred as she started to gyrate her hips to grind against me.

I started to move against her, round motions that pressed our groins together, out panting increasing as we pressed onto each other. She bucked and pushed me down with her pelvis, gritting her teeth as she fucked me. I reached and held her swinging breasts, squeezing them and running my thumbs over the hard points. She looked down, eyes glinting as she circled her hips, swirling my penis deep in her vagina. I slid a hand down, palm turned upwards, between our clashing skin and found the tickly hair, splaying my fingers and bending then slightly to feel her body. She lifted her groin by bending her back and a fingertip brushed over the top of her labia. She adjusted herself, pushing up so she was sitting and allowing my hand better access. I turned my hand and slid the thumb over her, the palm and fingers spreading to rest on the top of her thigh. I stretched out and the wide pad soon found the hard nub at the top of her vulva, pressing against her skin to spread the lips to allow better contact. She gasped, so I pressed harder and started to rub, letting my hand be carried with her movements and just wiggling my thumb on top of her clit hood. Another groan and the tempo was set. She would grind her hips around, back and forward, her bottom sliding over the tops of my thighs, her muscular vaginal walls rolling over the bulbous end of my prick as it penetrated deep into her cul de sac. Meanwhile my extended hand was clamped to her leg, the thumb over her clitoris and moving in circles, dragging the erect bud with it. She controlled the pace, my cock was a prisoner in her tight body and she bucked and shimmied, making the head rub and stroke against her insides, bending her back and swiveling her hips to get the head to knock against her cervix and rub the front wall of her cunt, while my thumb pushed from outside.

She was panting heavily as she rode me and I took this as a cue to grind my thumb harder onto her, moving it faster too. Juice flowed down her tube and bathed my prick, dribbling out to coat my balls and my groin and providing some lubrication for the thumb as it played with her clit. She opened her eyes, stared at me with desire and a certain amount of satisfaction and then closed them tightly, head dropping down and hair swishing against my face and chest as she moved before she jerked it back, her dark hair flying away with some strands plastered to her sweating face, her open mouth sucking some in and her tongue flicking around her lips to push the ends away.

She started to shudder, her movements quickening and I was holding on tightly to her thigh and rubbing furiously, pressing onto the clit from above and squeezing it onto her body. She panted heavily, short gasps that were thrust from her lungs as her chest heaved. Then she paused for a second, before rising up, my penis sliding out of her a few inches only to be slammed up her hard as she squatted back again. She was convulsing around me as she held my cock tight and the movements were making me swell, my balls tightening in anticipation, my body unable to withstand so much pleasure.

She lifted herself again, this time I was only in her with the head, but my hand was still playing with her clit. She groaned and cried out and impaled herself on me as her vaginal walls twitched. The force of her body down the length of my cock caused me to fountain out, emptying the first load of cum deep in her body with a loud cry emanating from my lips. She shivered as the hot liquid coated her insides and then pulled up and sat down exactly as the second wave of sperm erupted up my shaft. Our grunt mixed like the cum did, again and again she slammed back, dragging the skin of my shaft down and stretching it, pulling the slit apart as the thread of skin that connected the red tip was yanked backwards, causing the creamy liquid to splash out and coat her cervix and the top of her pussy with the spray. My hips thrust up to meet her, making the clash of bodies even harder, but the pain was pure pleasure and I emptied my balls in her welcoming cunt. As we thrust a foam of milky white liquid bubbled around the opening of her body and splattered onto our pubic hair, little blobs of cum sticking to the hairs and matting them together. I could feel the product of our mixed cum running down and out of her to flow across my stretched balls and coat my scrotum. We gave one last thrust as I shook and juddered, my balls squeezing another stream of spunk into her full body and she squatted down and vibrated, grinding her groin against mine, breasts jiggling and pussy walls twitching, milking the liquid out of me as her greedy body wanted more.

Then we were still. Silent apart from the heavy breathing. Her eyes opened and she lowered her body to rest on mine, lips gently kissing me before her had turned to rest on the top of my chest, warming me with her breath. I wrapped my arms around her and held tight, just as she was doing to my softening penis. We didn't talk, instead I lightly kissed the top of her head and cradled her as she lay on top of me, her weight pressing down, but not unwelcome as her body leaked out over my groin and thighs. Slowly our chests stopped hammering onto each other and the panting disappeared, to be followed by a gentle sighing from our lungs. Soon I was back on the train, the naked stranger wrapped around me as the carriage emptied at a popular station and we shifted in our seats, taking advantage of the extra room now. We looked at each other and smiled as we were rocked by the movement of the train, sending us off to sleep together.

I woke at the end of the line, the train stationary at the final destination. She was still in my arms and I was still in her body, gripped tight even though I had softened. Her breath ran over the top of my chest and across the right shoulder, her hair was splayed around, some tickling my throat. I kissed the top of her head and looked down. Her left ear was exposed as the hair had fallen away. There was the indentation of a piercing, but I hadn't noticed any earring or stud earlier. Her back rose with each breath, the line of her spine stretched down until the rise and curve of her behind. Her legs were still bent either side of me with the feet bent outwards, the heels rested against the side of legs.

I watched her breathing for a few minutes, the way the notches of her spine became more pronounced as she inhaled and then my eyes went downwards to stare at the valley between her buttocks and the soft, pale skin of her behind. The flesh was tight and nicely rounded and my mind flashed to earlier, when I had anally penetrated it as we splashed in the bath, unloading myself deep in her colon.

I stirred. The thoughts of the previous hours and the current situation, buried inside a sleeping pussy, causing my loins to stir. As the blood pulsed to my penis I felt her tight grip even more. The effect was to cause more blood to flow into my genitals. This pressed my cock out and against her walls, stretching the opening that was clamping my penis inside her. The head started moving now, twitching and yawning as it woke from slumber in a warm, tight world. As the head expended the sensations increased, I could feel her hot muscles squeezing me and rubbing the exposed skin as it shifted inside her tunnel.

Her body was still dozing as I grew inside it, my hardening cock forcing her pussy apart as she slept, the head opening her vagina deeper as it worked its way further inside.

She moaned and her head moved on my chest. I stretched her insides some more and she opened her eyes to look at me with a slightly perplexed look. I smiled and my penis jerked as it grew and she realised what the feeling was. She blinked and yawned, drawing a hand across her mouth to cover it and then she wiggled her hips and I grew harder and longer.

"What a nice way to wake up." She whispered and then leaned up to kiss my lips with a gentle smacking sound.

I reached down and pressed my hands on her buttocks and ground my hips upward to get deeper, making her groan as she parted. I was almost completely hard as she moved to adjust to the feeling, raising herself up on her hands and squatting down. I moved my hands up to her back and then pulled her back down to me so that we were pressed together along the length of our torsos.

"Hold tight." I whispered

She looked puzzled and I held her close and then pushed up with one leg and arm to roll us over, amid giggles from us both. We scrabbled around to get away from the edge of the bed and then I raise myself up on my arms and stared down at her. Her breasts rose and fell and juddered as I gave a small thrust and she whimpered as I pushed up into her. Her eyes glinted as I smiled down at her and I knew I had her trust.

I moved so that I was kneeling, pulling her hips up by grabbing her buttocks. She giggled again as I did it and wiggled herself to get me further in as she rested her behind on the top of my thighs. I reached down and took her left leg behind the knee, raising it up so that I hooked my elbow under it and then repeated that with the other leg. With her legs bent over my arms I moved forward, pushing her legs up as I went until my hands were on the bed either side of her head, her legs splayed back, opening her groin wide and bending her back, driving me deeper inside her with a loud groan from us both. I began to move, almost bouncing on her soft pudenda and slapping my groin into her exposed pussy. She shifted position, moving one leg and then the other so that her feet were resting on my shoulders, her body pinned down and wide open with me driving inside her, prick penetrating her snatch and pressing against the back wall of her cunt as she was twisted over.

I sat up again, her legs still along my chest and I grabbed her ankles and held them together in front of my cafe as I thrust my hips forward, fucking her as her legs were clamped shut. Her pussy was squashed tightly around me as I moved inside her, the position pulling her pussy as I withdrew and allowing only short stabs that moved her entire vagina. I let her ankles go, stroking them as I noticed how slender they were before I pulled them apart, exposing her dark lips as she was split. Next, I placed one leg down on the bed and moved my knee over it, so that her leg was now between mine whilst the other was pressed straight up against my chest. I held her soft ankle again and moved her foot to my mouth, kissing the underside of it and causing a burst of giggling before placing it on the other shoulder. She moved her hips around to accommodate the position change, lying almost sideways on the bed as I moved in and out, me watching as her labia was tugged backwards by the retreating cock and then rolling over it as it pushed home again. I shifted my legs, moving the other knee over her leg and then lowering the one on my shoulder. She lifted her hips as I moved her legs and then raised her body on her arms. I'd turned her around and she had gripped me tightly as she pirouetted whilst still stuck on my cock.

She looked back as she pressed her buttocks against my belly and laughed. "I feel like a chicken on a spit!" She giggled and I leaned forward to grab her hanging breasts and thrust up into her as deep as I could, a loud groan finishing off her statement.

I moved in and out slowly after the initial push, savouring the feel of being so deep and loving the sight of the skin at the base of her pussy being drawn back. Some blobs of my earlier cum would trickle out and stick to the shaft of my penis as I slipped up and down her vagina. Her back slinked up and down, flexing her spine as she moved and altering the angle and depth I penetrated. Her buttocks were spread wide and her anus breathed in and out with our movements and I was transfixed by it as the brown eye winked up at me.

I pulled back, watching the swollen head spread her wide as it popped out of her wet hole. She let out a disappointed sound as I left her and the deep pink of her insides glowed as her pussy gaped open, the dark lips hanging down, coated with juice and dried cum. I moved forward, pressing the wet head against her perineum and sliding it upwards, into the cleft of her behind until the dart on the underside rubbed on the puckered edge of her anus. She stayed still, resting on her knees and elbows with her behind on display and her back bent to present it to me better. I held my shaft and pressed onto her sphincter. She pushed back, squashing the drenched head as I forced from the other direction. She exhaled as I put more pressure on, the domed end slotting into the puckered anus and beginning to spread it. Another push and groaned and relaxed, opening her body to me as the head enlarged the hole. I jerked and her sphincter succumbed to the rounded head and I popped inside, the tight grip of her around the sensitive skin. Her hips were grasped in my hands and I pressed into her further, her rectum stoking my head as it went deeper and grasping the shaft, lubricated by her vaginal juices. She grunted and pushed back and I was enveloped by her, the little dark hole around the very base of my cock. We both groaned and then stayed motionless. She wiggled a bit, getting her body used to me in her behind and I could feel her insides squirming and moving to absorb the contours of my penis. Then she wiggled some more and my head swirled around, deep in her bowels. A satisfied moan came from her and so I started to move inside her, gently drawing back, pulling her soft rectal tissue back with the head of my cock and then sliding deep again, opening her with the rounded tip. Without the oil to lubricate I decided to just move in small increments, her pussy juice would have all be used just inserting my penis in her arse and so I just wiggled my hips and she did the same, moving my pelvis up and down to make the head press the back and front of her rectum as it bobbed.




Suburban Sweetheart Ch. 04



I leaned forward and reached a hand underneath her to find her pussy, my fingers pressing onto the swollen lips and sliding between the drenched skin to find her clit. She twitched as I pressed on it and her rectum contracted, nearly crushing my cock as it did so. I stroked her slit and circled around the hard point at the top and she groaned and shuddered and then reached a hand to join me. I felt her fingers entwine around mine and we both started to rub along the length of her wet gash, fingers being caressed by the labia as we masturbated her. I jerked in her anus as the rectum convulsed with the movement on her clitoris. She was groaning with each breath and stroke, her hand dictating the pace as out fingers clattered against the exposed bud. Her head was pressed on the pillow and she turned her face to the side. Her eyes were closed and her face creased as she grunted and moaned with the sensation of fingers on her clit and my penis inside her anus. I twitched and ground my hips against her buttocks, pushing harder as we got wrapped up in the actions. I wanted her to cum with my cock in her arse and I pressed harder against her clit, her hand joining me as we ground into her slit and I pressed my prick deeper into her bowels.

She cried and shuddered and her hand moved faster with mine. Her anus contracted again and I gasped and thrust up hard. The squeezing of my cock was giving me intense sensations as I was starting to jerk harder, longer strokes that pulled her sphincter out and then rammed it back. I was panting heavily now, pulled along by her motions, the vibrations of our hands over her clitoris and her juddering body, wracked by her heavy breathing. She let out a long groan and her hand held mine tight and clamped itself against her pussy, pressing up into the lips so that they wrapped around our fingers, pressurising her clit as her body shook and her anus squeezed me. I jerked my hips and her mouth opened wide with the groan and she shuddered again and again, gripping me tighter as her body convulsed and making me buck as my balls tightened and my body tingled. The liquid rammed along the tube, stretching my cock as it was compressed by her rectum and then it felt as if the head was split open as the cum burst out of the small opening to flood her colon and bowels with my sperm. She cried out with me as I shot up inside her rectum and I twitched again and felt my penis explode with pleasure and pain as another wad of cum was spat into her body. Again I juddered and gritted my teeth with the internal stretching of my cock that preceded the shooting of the semen deep into her intestines. I gasped and swore as I came again and then jerked against her buttocks, nothing being fired out, just a little trickle of the last of my cum as it swam free of my body to pool in the depths of her rectum.

I collapsed down on her back and she gasped together. Her face was still turned on the pillow, but it was increased now and gently smiling.

We panted until out hearts stopped racing and I pushed myself up. She remained still, eyes closed and breathing quietly now. I had started shrinking and I eased myself backwards, my limp cock slipped out of her dark hole, the red head plopping out, followed by a stream of creamy liquid that oozed from her gaping anus, the red tunnel smeared with cum as it closed slowly. I sat back on my heels and watched her body close, a bubble of cum being forced out as her anus retracted, the bulb growing and then flowing down over the wrinkled opening and onto her perineum before running to her pussy and trickling down the extended labia, joining the cum that had ebbed from her vagina.

I got off the bed and wandered to the bathroom, standing at the sink and running the water until it warmed. I scooped a handful of it and rubbed it over my penis. I was coated with her juices and my cum, plus a few brown smears from her anus. I splashed the water over me, lathering up with some soap with the other hand. It was sad to see her cum and shit being washed from me, but I had to do it. I watched as the dirty water swirled around and headed down the plughole. I finished off the wash and then dried my penis and pubic hair before heading back to the bedroom.

She hadn't moved. Her behind was propped in the air by her legs under her and her face was still pressed on the pillow. The cum still ran from her body, pooling around between her legs, a string of cream hanging from the end of one labia. I smiled at the sight. Something caught my eye, I hadn't really looked around much and not from by the doorway. It was yellow and partly hidden behind a bowl that held trinkets. I moved over to it and picked it up. It was a disposable camera and there were twelve pictures left. I smiled. I framed the picture, just making sure her face was in view, although her strewn hair hid most of it. I hoped the flash wouldn't wake her and it didn't. The sight was wonderful and I hoped the picture did it justice, the spread buttocks and vulva, the hanging labia, smeared with dried and wet cum, the spunk oozing out of her anus and cunt and her thighs coated with flecks of dry cum and juice, pubic hair stuck together with semen and her anus and vagina still gaping slightly. I also wondered if they would develop the photo.

I replaced the camera and returned to the bed, drawing alongside her. She was sound asleep and breathing softly. I reached down and moved one leg out straight, her hips tilting as I did so. I reached across and moved the other and she shifted slightly in her sleep so that she lay prone. She mumbled and grunted in her sleep and then resumed her shallow breathing. I watched her spine rise and fall, the regular undulations lulling me and I drifted away with her gentle breath brushing over my face, blowing the musky smell of sex away from my nose.

"Goodnight sweetheart." I mumbled as I was carried away.



Suburban Sweetheart



I increased the pressure on her most sensitive spot, pressing harder with the tip of my tongue and bumping the clit more with my lips. She was breathing heavily now, her hips would buck and gyrate and I devoted all my efforts on her clitoris. I wrapped my lips around it and pressed them together, squeezing her between their softness whilst my pointed tongue pressed down and swirled. Her hands grasped at the sheets when I did this and her back arched as she threw her head back and moaned. I started to gently suck and gazed up to view the results. Her mouth opened wide and a hoarse groan escaped her lips as she exhaled deeply. I suckled gently and her breathing increased intensity, fingers scrabbling at the bedding as she moved around with her clit held in my mouth. I reached up one hand and twisted my fingers into hers and she grasped me tightly, her eyes opening as she looked down, Holding her hand and gaze I sucked harder and her eyes misted over and the lids flickered and then closed, her head returning to the pillow. I released her clit from my lips and returned to licking, but pressed my top lip to her pussy, using it to push the fleshy hood back and restrain the little organ as my tongue lashed over it. She groaned, loudly and gripped my hand tighter, so I increased the frequency and intensity of my motions. Her gasps mixed with exhalations and these turned into panting as her hips came to life and pressed up into my mouth. I knew she was close, her eyes were screwed shut and her mouth wide, she looked quite beautiful, her face twisted not in pain but total pleasure. Seeing this drove me on, faster my tongue beat her clitoris against my lips, my saliva washing over it, mixing with her juice and being frothed by the motion. My mouth was awash with so much liquid and I would suck in the tasty mix, drawing her clit into my mouth as I did so, before releasing it and continuing the tonguing. She was whimpering now, the groans and moans unable to compete with the frequency of her exhalations and her beautiful sounds competed with the lapping of moisture that I was creating. She started to stiffen, pushing her pussy harder against my mouth, so I responded by pressing my tongue harder against her clit and then sucked, hard. She shivered, gasped and cried softly and then her back arched, her head went back and I pressed my tongue onto her clit, curling it around the hard point and then licked hard. She let out a big groan and her legs shook either side of my head. I did it again and she thrust her body down, harder against me as I licked and licked faster and harder than ever. A long burst of moans, whimpers and groans flowed from her as I felt my chin getting wetter. Her thighs parted and closed, squeezing my head as I relentlessly licked at her bucking cunt. I think she was trying to say something, but she was incapable of making sense, just noises. Her hand almost crushed mine whilst the other gripped the sheets, the fingers grabbing the mattress underneath and holding on tight. She twisted and arched her back, her breasts heaved with the movement and her breathing and then she let go, her head rising off the pillow as she rammed her body into my face. 

A hand hit my forehead, slapping me, but without meaning to. She pushed me away, despite her thighs holding my head tight and I broke off my ministrations with my tongue and she shuddered again and then collapsed, her muscles un-tensing totally, her legs flopping down and her fingers going limp. The only movement was her chest, rising and falling heavily. I bent forward and lightly kissed her pussy and she jerked and shook at the soft contact. I raised my head and smiled. Looking down her pussy was wide open, the lips curling as my face left them, the hair darker now, soaked and matted with juice and saliva.

I moved away from her vagina and clambered up to lie beside her. Her eyes were still shut and she looked amazingly serene and happy. The smiling face was beaming now, cheeks flushed and hair tousled. Her mouth was slightly agape and I bent and pressed my soaked lips to hers, gently opening her and sliding my tongue between her other lips and running it along the inside of her lips. She groaned into my mouth and sucked my tongue. She must have been able to taste her pussy on me and some of her juice flowed into her mouth from mine. I raised my head as she opened her eyes and I smiled down at her happy face. 

"Thank you." she whispered and then wrapped an arm around my head and pulled me to her mouth again, out lips pressing together and our tongues entwining. I slid my arms around her and held her. She still trembled slightly, but her breathing was returning to normal

We lay there for a while, my fingers idled along her body, over her belly, arms and legs and she would shudder gently if they found a spot she liked.

"So," She whispered up to me, "do you feel relaxed now?"

I chuckled, remembering my words from earlier. "Yes, I feel quite mellow. You?"

She gave a satisfied sigh. "I feel wonderful, that was pretty intense."

My hand grazed along her thigh and her legs parted slightly, allowing my fingertips to stray down to caress her inner thigh and wander upwards so that I could feel the hairs tickling me. I looked into her eyes and brushed a finger against her vulva.

She rested her head against me and seemed to purr. Her legs parted more and my hand pressed against her, feeling the heat and wetness. I ran my hand up, keeping it sideways so that my finger slipped into her slit, her labia wrapping around the digits as they glided along her lubricated groove. She squirmed on the bed, opening her eyes to stare up at me, her eyes saying yes and her breath turning to a gentle pant.

I twisted my hand slightly, letting the knuckle of the finger joint be a knob that rasped over her lips and knocking into her clit hood. She gasped as it did so and again as my finger went over it on the return leg. I moved my fingers slightly, parting her labia further with them and opening her up. She was very wet and my fingers slipped up and down easily, lubricating me as I started to masturbate her, my hand generating a steady, gentle, rhythm. I moved my thumb so it rested just above her clit, pressing down on her groin and helping steady my hand, using it as a pivot as the fingers carried on their tempo. She was groaning with each passing of the digits over her clit and I could feel its hard point as I moved my hand over it. I now had two fingers running up and down her groove, the first finger was the one knocking onto her clit. She had her eyes closed now and her breathing was shallow, just puffs and pants that coincided with my handiwork. Her vulva was spread wide, the labia fully extended now and swollen, the dark, fleshy, lips shining with moisture and laying exposed. My fingers moved along her and made an audible slopping noise as they travelled from the entrance to her body and along to her clit. I could feel the wetness as it flowed out, coating me and helping the lubrication. I pressed a bit more, but the tempo remained steady. 

Years before I had performed this move on a girlfriend and she had an incredible orgasm. It was a matter of timing and the person, but it seemed to be working again. Her face was quite still, mouth open, eyes closed and cheeks slightly flushed. Her nipples were hard and her chest shuddered with each breath, short panting breaths that made her breasts wobble. There was almost no movement to her as she lay there, my hand pulsing up and down on her pussy.

I was propped up on one elbow as the other hand was busy. I was worried that cramp would set in, or my arm go numb and soon some discomfort set in, but I was determined to carry on and in a few minutes the pain went and I shifted slightly to relieve the pressure on my propping arm. Still my hand rubbed her, the fingers still busily pumping up and down along her slick divide, the soaked labia occasionally curling over to caress my fingers as they moved steadily, with each stroke the hard knuckle ran over her clit. A slight increase in pressure and a low moan came from her lips, but still she was motionless. A raising of the tempo ever so slightly and her breathing became faster. More pressure and she started to puff air rapidly from her lungs, her breasts juddering now as her chest moved. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me. She looked dreamy, not really there, but full of life. Her mouth moved and a quiet plea came from her.

"Don't stop."

I didn't, my fingers beat out their pace over her clit and down her pussy. She groaned louder and moved her head to the side, pressing her face against my arm and muffling her moans on me. Her body started to shiver and then subsided.

The only noises now were her breathing and the slopping sound of my fingers as they pistoned up and down between her labia.

Another slight increase in pressure and another groan. Her head buried against my arm further and I could feel her breath on my arm. The tempo remained the same, a relentless and regular throbbing against her sensitive organ. Once in a while she would shudder, her legs twitching, but generally she was in another world and as long as I kept the pace going she would stay there. A long moan, panting breath and more shakes all came along as she was wrapped up in herself. My hand was aching, but I wanted to keep on going to see how she would look as it intensified. A loud groan and her head straightened, mouth wide and neck arching as she tilted back. Her hips moved a little now, things were building inside. I increased the pressure and she was now puffing and panting as if she was running a marathon. Her legs started to move around on the bed, one leg being drawn up as the other made circular motions with the heel. The bent leg then dropped to the side, knee still at an angle and splaying her groin open further. Her thighs were twitching slightly, it was clearer now her inner thigh was easier to see, the muscles at the top just flickering below the skin.

She pushed her head back again, her throat taut as she did so and opened her mouth wide, exhaling a long, sighing, moan. Her breasts jiggled and she moved her hips again, all the while my fingers rhythmically pounded over her, wallowing in her soaked slit and opening her pussy lips. She shook again and her eyes opened, but she looked elsewhere, to whatever place she was in. My fingers raised the tempo and pressure a fraction, enough to cause her to gasp and her eyes to blaze. Her body twitched, her soft breasts vibrating as she did. Again. Again. Regularly now she was juddering, panting fast and low. Her arms moved, the right one reaching up to touch me, running over my chest and then resting against my body whilst the left arm reached over, the hand grabbing my right arm near the elbow and sliding down to my wrist and fixing on there tight, pressing the hand harder down and seemingly ensuring I wasn't going to move those fingers that were driving along over her pussy. I pressed down harder and her head raised suddenly, air hissing between clamped teeth before her mouth widened again and she dropped back onto the pillow with a groan that came from deep inside her. She was still twitching, faster now, her whole body was starting to pulse and shake. As much as I was enjoying seeing her like this, I was now in pain from the constant movement that had been going on for about fifteen minutes now. I raise the pace again and used my fingers to squeeze her clit against my thumb. That did the trick. I started doing shorter strokes, quickly moving the fingers directly on her clit and the surrounding area to pinch it against the thumb that was positioned on her pubic patch just above it.

She shook. Legs thrashed for a second and her back arched. Her hand on mine held me hard against her body as she shuddered and twitched, breasts swaying and bouncing. Her eyes were tight closed, mouth wide open and her face flushed. Her grip tightened around my hand and pressed it down hard and she let out a loud "aaaaarrrrggghhh" noise that gurgled in her throat. Then she pulled my hand away, pressing the fingers down, along her drenched cleft until I could feel her heat against the tips. Her hand was wrapped around mine, leaving the two fingers extended. She pressed down, around and up, her body opening and swallowing the digits easily as she rammed them inside her. She was flooded, which was good as she was also tight and the lubrication allowed my two fingers to slide up her vagina easily as she impaled herself on them. She pressed her body down, her pelvis grinding against my trapped hand, her vaginal walls contracting around the two fingers. I could feel her insides twitching as she tried to get my hand higher, hips making small circles and bucking slightly.

She looked up at me, or through me, she still looked glazed. The other hand reached down and grabbed at the top of my jeans, pulling the button open.

"I want you inside me." She whispered.

This wasn't part of the deal, but I wasn't going to object. My free hand started to pull at my jeans as well, yanking them open and pushing them and the soggy trunks down. Oddly, I wasn't hard. I had been most of the night, since we started talking on the train, but it had worn off as I had become focussed on making her cum. Luckily the feel of her tight cunt around my fingers had restored the blood flow down there so that when her hand reached out she wasn't disappointed to find she hadn't turned me on. With one hand trapped up her snatch, I fumbled out of my clothing, leaving just my t-shirt on, that would have to come off when my hand left her body.

She stroked my belly and ran her fingers down my hard penis and then over a thigh. I moved next to her, hand still trapped by her grip. I knelt between her spread legs as she pushed, pulled and guided me with her free hand. She then released my hand and I raised the fingers to my mouth and licked the wetness off them, tasting deep inside her as she watched me. I then yanked off my t-shirt and had just got it off when her hands grabbed my hips and pulled me close and down. I reached out, using my arms to support me and stop me from landing on her. Her face rose and her lips opened on mine and a hand pressed the back of my head down to her as the other pulled my cock towards her entrance.

I felt her body against the sensitive head and she moved me around for a second or two and I slipped around her wet labia. Then I felt her, the wet warmth of her hole as I pressed against it, her hand still around my shaft as she pulled me closer. There was an instant of resistance and then she succumbed, her body opening as the domed head of my penis parted her lips and slipped inside her. She released my shaft and the hand was suddenly on my rear, pushing and pulling whilst shifting her hips to accommodate me as I started to fill her. She was tight, her muscles gripped me as she opened her body. She was also amazingly wet, I could feel it flowing around my head and shaft as I went deeper. I jerked my hips as she did with hers and we ground into each other, buried as deep as I could go as her legs wrapped around me and held me tightly to and into her.

Her tongue pressed into my mouth as my cock pressed into her pussy. We groaned into each other as our bodies merged in as many places as we could get. We paused, panting together, hearts pounding against chests. Then we moved, rocking rather than thrusting, her legs restricting my movements and me thankful as I wanted this to last. For an older woman her pussy was fantastic, tighter than younger girls I'd been in. It was still throbbing too, it seemed that her orgasm was still subsiding. We shifted as one, me pressing my pelvis down to rub against her groin, trying to grate against her clit with my pubic hair. We still didn't talk, just grunted and moaned softly as the bed creaked gently. I could feel her juices running out and over my balls, warming them with the body temperature fluid. The tight wet tunnel gripped me as my head bobbed inside her, stirring her cum as my balls rested against her perineum. We came up for air, breaking off the kiss with a trail of saliva keeping us together at the mouth.

"You cunt is amazing. It feels incredible around my cock," I gasped and she blushed again.

"You feel good too." She whispered

"What feels good?"

"You do."

"What part of me feels good?" I was toying with her now and also trying to take my mind of the great sensations.

"The part that inside me." Her eyes shone and the blush returned slightly.

"Tell me, what part feels good?"

She was quiet for a few seconds, apart from the deep breathing and the sound of flesh slapping and grinding together.

"Your cock feels good." And she reddened further.

"Where does my cock feel good?" I was enjoying this almost as much as the fucking.

Again there was quiet.

"Your cock feels great in my cunt." And her eyes lit up as much as her cheeks.

I laughed and kissed her before moving my mouth to her ear.

"Your cunt is wonderful, I want to fill it with cum." I whispered into her.

"Oh yes. Please do." She gasped back

"Do what?" I said and then lightly licked her ear, flickering over the entrance and around the rim.

"Cum. Cum inside me, inside my cunt."

"Ok, if you want me too then my cock will cum in your cunt. Is that ok?" And I raised my head to look into her dark, lust filled eyes.

"Yes. I want your cock to fill my cunt with cum." Looking right into me as she said the words.

It didn't take long for just that to happen, my hips jerked faster and her words echoed around my head, this sweet thing ordering me to fill her with cum. I slammed my hips hard into her and I saw stars as my cock exploded, the feelings travelling from my toes to my head, via my balls. I pulled back and thrust again as another load escaped from my scrotum to flood her vagina and coat her cervix in semen. Another jerk, another burst of sperm was spat into her body, each ejaculation accompanied by a groan from me and a gasp from her as we rattled our bodies together. I bucked three more times, squeezing more cum along the narrow tube in my penis to erupt from the hole and swim into her. The last shot hurt, but in a good way. Maybe it was the pain of the last cum, or the fact that the fucking was finished, but it was a sweet pain. Her pussy twitched and convulsed, milking me and swallowing the load as I jettisoned it inside. When I was spent she still held me tight, the spunk swimming around my twitching member as I collapsed on her, panting and light headed.

"Your cum feels great in my cunt." came a soft voice beside me and I raised my head to see her smiling deeply. I kissed her, feeling her warm mouth open willingly to mine as her body had done. We both sighed and held the other close, our breathing subsiding as we started to recover. A hand caressed my back as I nuzzled her neck and I felt my cock start to shrink. I wanted to stay inside her for longer, but raised myself up and moved my hips away. My softening penis sliding from her, her swollen labia curling back as I left her body as if a flower touched by a soft breeze. As I pulled back an umbilical string of our cum stretched from the head of my cock to her open pussy, white and glistening until it was too long and then dripping onto her thigh, the globules sparkling against her pale skin. I knelt there and looked down at her. The dark hair was darker now, matted with juices and cum and looking like a trampled lawn. Her vulva was still wide open, the labia moving around as the blood flowed away, but still they were splayed wide resting against her body with the glistening slit visible between them. Her hole was dilated, but closing, as if in a sigh. A trickle of creamy liquid was running from it and smeared around the entrance. I watched as it ebbed out and started to flow through the lips and down to her perineum. Her body was still, apart from her rising chest and she looked very content, her eyes half closed and dreamy again, the lust gone now. She smiled, as she always seemed to do and the room lit with it and her warmth. Such a sweet woman, so kind and caring, so utterly fucked. It was an amazing sight.




Suburban Sweetheart



I crawled up the bed to lie beside her and she stirred and reached a hand up to touch my chest. Just as I reclined she sat up and bent over. Without a word she moved the hand down my chest to my groin and wrapped her fingers around my wet penis. She moved closer, holding me gently and pulling the softening member towards her, opening her mouth as she approached and pressing her lips onto the wet head with a light 'smack' sound. I was taken aback by that and even more so when her mouth opened and her lips slid over the head and came to a rest wrapped around the bare skin just below the ridge. She sucked gently and her tongue swirled over my head, flickering over the hole and then dragging up against the arrowhead on the underside. I gasped loudly and her eyes darted to mine and then returned to my groin. It only lasted a few seconds, but was a wonderful surprise and then she pulled back, my cock flopping away from her face and she returned to lie next to me, turning her head and smiling deeply.

"Thank you." I blurted out.

"Oh no, I am the one who should say that." She whispered.

"I seem to have breached the agreement though, I said I would go down on you and wanted nothing in return."

She gazed up at the ceiling, thinking.

"Yes, but I didn't say you wouldn't get anything. Besides, I had to have you inside me after that last orgasm. I wouldn't have been relaxed otherwise and you did say you'd help me relax."

We both chuckled at that. It was safe to say we were both fairly serene now.

"Was the wank ok?" I was keen to know what she was feeling when my fingers were working on her.

"Ohhhhh yes! That was very good. I felt an orgasm building and it stayed like that for ages, I was in heaven!" She laughed. "When I did cum I thought I'd never stop, it wasn't just 'Boom!' it kept going and I just had to have something inside me," she looked across to me, "inside my cunt." The last word was heavily emphasised and without a trace of a blush.

"Good. I'm glad it worked." I smiled at her. "And your cunt is wonderful to be in."

She did blush lightly at that. "It's not too old for you?"

"No, it's a lot tighter than younger girls I've been in. With a pussy like that I am shocked you're single."

Again she laughed and gazed upwards, as if remembering lost loves and why they left.

... And I thought of the joys I might still be able to give her...