26 comments/ 135540 views/ 17 favorites Sorry, I'm Engaged. But Oral's Okay By: Bazzza This story has its beginning around fifteen years back when I was twenty two years old. Our extended family owned a seaside bach in Coromandel on the east coast of the North Island of New Zealand. The bach (holiday home) had been owned by my now deceased grandparents and was now held in a family trust to ensure it wasn't sold off, as beachside property values rose well into the seven figure range. It consisted of two small cottage-like dwellings joined by a large deck; beneath one was a large bunk room that could sleep another ten people. A beautiful sandy beach with glistening blue water was only thirty steps away, in summer and winter it was a beautiful place to be. The only constraint was the supply of fresh water held in large tanks which emptied quickly in those long summer months. Even now I hold great memories of my childhood holidays down there. My father was one of five children, his brothers and sisters produced a horde of cousins for our family to mix with. I can remember times when there were twenty five people holidaying there; large and small tents would be pitched in various places for extra accommodation. Cooking was usually on the BBQ, fish, shellfish and crayfish often on the menu. It was usual for everyone to gather for a huge evening feast to then be followed with tall stories and harmless lies. The laughter of the adults late at night would often keep the reluctant bedded children awake well into the early hours. As the children grew into teenagers and adults, the lure of the beaches was always there. With it came alcohol and loud music, the furtive glances at the young bodies in ever diminishing swimming attire. Looking back, we were incredibly lucky that every one got on so well, I can remember the odd cross word and a few tears, but nothing too bad. Everyone just seemed to get on with having a good time. It wasn't unusual for Uncles and Aunties to arrive with friends, sometimes another family. They would be cordially made comfortable and quickly learn to be insulted as if part of the family. It was just into a new year that my Uncle Ben arrived with another family in tow whom we'd never previously met; and all male eyes young and old immediately swivelled to the daughter, a rather stunning blonde of about my age. Katrina's blonde curly hair fell loosely to her shoulder, her skin beneath the halter top and cut off jeans was a golden brown. She was pretty but not beautiful, but there was something very sensual about the way she looked and moved. It took me a few minutes before I noticed the large engagement ring on her finger. Like most of the other young males in the room; I was disappointed in her unavailability, but only for a while. It didn't take long for me to get Katrina's measure and lose interest in her. She liked to be the centre of attention and felt most comfortable with everyone drooling over her. She soon changed into a skimpy red bikini and paraded around the bach ensuring that everyone got a good look at her. I have to admit that she looked pretty good, her legs were nice and long and she had a decent enough pair of breasts. When she decided to go for a swim, she took her young admirers with her. As for me, I found something else to do. By the time I hit twenty two, I was reasonably worldly when it came to the opposite sex. Without being appearing too vain, I wasn't a bad looking guy; I was tall and lean from working as a builder and played football in the winter. I had inherited my parents' good looks and their sense of humour. I had my fair share of girlfriends, some long term and some not. But during the Christmas and new year holiday's, I wasn't permitted to bring girlfriends to the bach, as my parents deemed it family time, but other times it was okay. Anyway, with so many people there, the chance of me sharing a bed with a girlfriend was slim. And sex on the beach certainly has its drawbacks, mainly sand and mosquito's. Personally, I liked girls who were cute and had an easy outlook on life. I'm still a leg and bum man, big breasts don't do it for me. I lost my virginity at the tender of seventeen to an older worldly girl with no morals in the backseat of a small car. I guess I kinda liked it because I haven't stopped since. In me, my mother had instilled more than a little respect for the opposite sex, and my girlfriends were always treated well. I couldn't be bothered arguing with girlfriends, I've never considered raising a hand to them either, if the relationship wasn't working, we'd just part company on whatever terms were available at the time. That's not to say they wouldn't be teased and embarrassed, for that's just good fun, and I'd laugh when I in turn was on the receiving end of a little good hearted banter. A few girlfriends told me that I was a good lover which is always kinda good to know. Even in those young days, I simply loved the anticipation, seduction and foreplay. I also enjoyed finding out what turned my girlfriends on, some enjoyed the thrill of the chase, others wanted just to get right down and dirty straight away. I was always interested in the female orgasm, some girls it was clitoral; others could reach it during intercourse, some both. I felt privileged that I helped one or two reach their first. I can also remember one girl who never experienced an orgasm, and try as I might, I failed to provide it. I always enjoyed going down on girls and reckon that most enjoy it more than intercourse, but each to their own I suppose. But for me, there's nothing better than slipping my tongue between a nice warm pair of young pussy lips, once given, it was sometimes requested and always appreciated. But one thing was for sure, once I got my tongue between those lovely lips, my cock always got to follow. So, by the time Katrina arrived at the bach, I was experienced enough to realise that she was a time waster and a tease. She was quite happy to flirt around with nearly no clothes on, but the chance of me or anyone else getting between her those lovely thighs was nil. For those reasons, I really didn't like her much and kept out of her way if I could. I guess I was a little naive at the time, for I'd never known anyone either engaged or married who'd been unfaithful. Looking back, my own family was remarkably robust when it came to long term relationships, and seemingly same with their friends. At the time, I was taking lessons for classical guitar even though I've played since I was seven years old; I was now just putting a little finesse into it. I was quite happy to take my guitar down to the beach under the shade of a tree and practise. I can clearly remember that at the time I was learning my favourite solo, Classical Gas by Mason Williams, and would spend many an hour learning the complicated finger work. The only way to learn it was to break the piece down into sections, then continuously practice and practice it until it started to bear some resemblance to the original. While a lot of people enjoy listening to the guitar, there's nothing worse than having to listen to the same thing played a hundred times over, which was exactly what I was doing. But for some reason, Katrina had taken a liking to my playing, and would increasingly sit down close by and listen to me play. To this day, the only reason I reckon she did so was to try and befriend me. By then, she would have been well aware that I had no particular interest in her, and maybe since she'd conquered everyone else's fantasy, I was now a challenge. She eventually drew me into conversation against my will, and we chatted mostly about nothing. I asked her about her fiancé and was informed that he was on holiday overseas with his family. Katrina soon had me smiling and laughing and I can remember finding it hard not to like her. She had taken to wearing a very short tight red mini skirt when not in a bikini, and it certainly did it for me. Whenever she moved, my eyes would intentionally drift towards her legs in hope of a flash of her panties. Once or twice I got caught, and a small smile of satisfaction would appear on her face. I knew that I was falling into the same trap as the others and hated myself for it. On a particularly nice morning, most of us decided to walk along the beach and back for a little exercise before it got too hot. A few had earlier disappeared on my Uncle's launch for a days fishing, unfortunately there wasn't room for me. It was a good leisurely forty minute walk to the end of the beach. At the other end, I decided to run back for a little pre-season football training, and as no one wanted to join me I set out alone. It was a good run once I settled into a rhythm and made good time back to the bach. I walked around the building to the side tap with the intention of washing sand from my feet before going inside. By chance, I glanced through the window and into the bunk room, and the sight before me stopped in my tracks. Katrina lay flat on her back; eyes closed with her mini skirt pulled up, and between her spread thighs was the face of my cousin Alex. I stood rigid in surprise as Katrina squirmed under his tongue, her white buttocks pushing up at him. Her eyes suddenly opened and caught mine feasting upon her; I was embarrassed but just couldn't tear my eyes from the sight before me. But instead of berating me for intruding on their privacy, she smiled and waved at me before closing her eyes again. I took that as an indication that it was okay to watch, which I did so for a few seconds before moving away. I then sat on the deck and waited for my erection to disappear; my heart pounded jealously; for I wished it was my face that was buried between those lovely thighs. The following evening and after we had eaten, I took my trusted guitar to a secluded spot and practised as the last of the warm sun's rays warmed my back. To my surprise and as the sky darkened, I was joined by Katrina, still dressed in that same little red miniskirt. She sat down close to me and grinned as if nothing had happened. "You okay?" she asked innocently. "I thought you were engaged." "I am, but it was only a little harmless fun. I'm sure Alex enjoyed it as much as me." "Not the sort of thing an engaged girl would do." "What's the harm? Alex and I had a little deal. I wasn't going to fuck him, but I'd let him give me a good licking, and I repaid him with a little hand job. And now we're both happy. No harm in that." I sat in silence, a little shocked at her honest and lack of modesty. "Did you like watching us?" she asked. I didn't reply. "I liked you watching." she continued. "It turned me on even more, helped me cum faster if you must know. Alex wasn't very good at it really, mightn't have cum at all if you hadn't shown up. I finished by fantasising that you were watching me when I cum, even though you'd gone. I suppose I should thank you." I laughed loudly. "That's better; I like it when you laugh. So, why were you so surly before?" "I dunno. Well if you want me to be honest, I was a little jealous." She laughed, "That's nice to know. You can have a turn if you want. Same conditions though. You can lick me, and I'll give you a hand job, but I won't let you stick your dick in me. Okay?" "What?" I asked. She laughed at my surprise, "Tell you what, if you make me cum, I'll give you a blow job. I'm real good at sucking a nice cock. Have you got a nice cock?" How does one reply to that? "We'll have to wait until it gets dark, if we go down the beach a bit, then no one will see us." she stated matter of factly. I grinned as my eyes feasted upon those long legs as they disappeared under her skirt. Katrina looked behind her towards the bach to make sure no one could see us; she then turned back to me. Angling her body towards me, she pulled her skirt high on her thighs and spread her legs wide, a pair of blue panties greeted my lustful eyes and I could feel my cock harden in anticipation. After a few seconds, her fingers reached down and rubbed her pussy as if to tease me. I could feel her eyes upon me as she then eased her panties aside giving me a glimpse of a pair of shiny pink lips under a mass of light coloured curls. She let me look awhile before easing her panties back across those lovely lips. "I've shown you mine, now you show me yours." she suggested. I eagerly slipped my shorts downwards allowing my erect cock to sway upwards in the cool evening breeze. It stood tall and proud in all its glory for her perusal; the head large and glistening with pre-cum, the shaft curved like a banana but much thicker. I made it dance in the air using my muscles. She chuckled, "Mmmm, that's a nice handful. Let's go and find somewhere to have some fun. It'll be dark enough soon." With my guitar over my shoulder, we wandered in silent anticipation down the secluded end of the beach and away from the baches. We crossed the small estuary at the far end and made our way to a large but drooping pohutukawa tree near the base of the high cliff. Katrina moved to the far side of the tree and turned to survey our privacy, all we could now see were distant lights from the baches as the light quickly began to fade. "This'll be okay." she said reaching down and slipping her panties off. "How about lending me your shirt to sit on, I don't want a bum full of splinters." I quickly removed my shirt and placed it on a thick low branch near the trunk for her to sit on. Without hesitation, Katrina sat down and made herself comfortable leaning back on the trunk; she then opened her legs in expectation. "Okay, here you go, let's see what you can do." I quickly dropped to my knees between her lovely legs and ran my hands up her thighs before lowering my face. I kissed and licked my way upwards along each thigh before reaching her curls, her slightly musky smell only further arousing me. Katrina jumped as my tongue slipped between her already wet lips in searched for her clitoris. I gave it a flick of my tongue before moving it up and down the length of her lips with long slow licks. "Ohhhhhhhhh, that's good, real good." she whispered. I turned my head sideways and kissed her lips as one would a mouth, my tongue continued with its exploration as she pushed against my face. Then slowly I worked my way back up to her clitoris and sucked it into my mouth, she squirmed as my tongue tormented its peak. Her juices were now flowing freely over my face as I worked, my only problem were a few rogue pubic hairs now floating in my mouth. I slipped a finger deep inside her, it was tight and smooth as silk; while pushing back and forth I disengaged my mouth and removed the rogue curls before lowering my mouth once again. With finger and tongue, I began working on her, her erratic breathing and sighs of pleasure ensuring me that I was on the right track. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, you're doing me real nice. That's sooooo good." she whispered. "Just keeping doing it like that." I replaced my tongue with my thumb so that I could get some air; it was seamless to Katrina who continued her pleasurable journey. I looked up to find her stoking her nipples; she smiled and blew me a kiss. "Stop cheating. C'mon, get your tongue back in action." She moaned as I kissed my way up her right thigh and slipped my tongue back into her warmth. I suckled and kissed her lips, then her clitoris while my finger worked her insides, her whimpering and shaking soon became more urgent. Katrina felt no guilt as she approached orgasm. If Malcolm, to whom she'd recently got engaged to, had taken her on holiday to Bali as he'd promised, this wouldn't be happening. But for some reason, Katrina's future mother had decided that it would be the last holiday for the family to be complete and alone, and therefore she wasn't invited. Malcolm's family was loaded and it wouldn't have been any skin off their nose to take her along. Malcolm promised to make it up to her, but Katrina was still angry and a little stray sexual activity was deserved, so long as it didn't go too far. For the last few days she'd entertained herself by flirting with all the boy's and soon had little Alex doting on her. She could feel his ever watchful and lustful eyes on her body and played him like a well tuned fiddle. The day before, she allowed him to place his hand up her skirt and inside her panties. He wanted to stick his cock inside her, but she said no, but he could lick her if he promised to be a good boy and keep his dick in his pants. He was to be rewarded with a little hand job if he was good. It was a surprise when she opened her eyes to find his good looking cousin peering in through the window as she was being licked. She thought he was cute, but unlike the other boys, she couldn't win him over. For some reason he didn't seem to like her. But now she had him right where she wanted, his tongue flapping about in her pussy. He was good too, very good. In fact, probably the best she'd had, and while Malcolm was the only boy who'd managed to get his cock inside her, she'd had more than a few pussy lickings from other guys. Her fiancée had vowed that he'd never wed a girl who'd been loved by someone else, and he'd been over the moon when he found out that Katrina was a virgin after their second date. Katrina knew she was on a winner if she could get him down the wedding aisle, for a comfortable life as a rich wife wasn't to be sneezed at. Malcolm was a kind and okay looking guy, and his parents wanted grandchildren. At first, his parents weren't taken by Katrina as they thought she was a little common and not good enough for their only son. But a calculating Katrina put her virginity on the line, and soon had Malcolm; hook, line and sinker, the rest was history. Sexually, she hadn't strayed until Alex placed his hand beneath her skirt, and a little illicit oral sex wasn't really considered being unfaithful - or was it? But she was quickly approaching her second orgasm from a foreign tongue in two days. Her eyes were closed in concentration and fantasising about the large hard cock that was only a few feet away. It was thick and curved and dangerous looking, and she imagined it was approaching her pussy with much evil intent. What would it feel like as it parted her little pussy lips, would it hurt or would it be exquisitely pleasurable? Her buttocks lifted high off the branch as her orgasm racked her body and tantalised every little part of her. She then shuddered violently for a few seconds. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, here I cum." she squealed. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, that's real good." As for me, I cared not for all Katrina's thoughts or personal problems, for I had triumphed once again. I had taken a girl through her paces and given her the ultimate prize. I happily knelt between her hot wet thighs, my face sodden from her juices. I flicked my tongue between her pussy lips and lapped at her opening and clitoris until she pulled away from me. "Mmmmmmmm. Thank you; that was real nice." she said. I got to my feet, eased my hard cock from my shorts and presented it to Katrina, now it was my turn for a bit of fun. Her hand was soon on it, stroking and gently squeezing it as if trying to make new friend. I began to wait impatiently for her to get into some sort of rhythm. Not having had had sex for over a week, I had a nice bag full of cum just waiting to go. "Suck on it." I suggested hopefully. She seemed reluctant to do so, but I pushed forward and eased the head of my cock to her lips. She opened her mouth, but my cock received only a half hearted approach to getting me anywhere close to an orgasm, this wasn't going too well at all. Suddenly, the noise of distant laughter caught our ears and Katrina jumped up and slipped her panties on. "Someone's coming." Katrina whispered. I didn't have to be Einstein to realise it wasn't going to be me. Quick as a shot, she was over the branch towards the estuary towards the bach. I cursed and tried to fit my erection back into my shorts, I can remember it wasn't an easy feat as it doesn't like to be bent. I nearly forgot my trusty guitar as I set off to catch her up. Sorry, I'm Engaged. But Oral's Okay "Sorry." she said when I got beside her. "I thought that laughter was someone close. "We could always go back and finish it." I suggested hopefully. Katrina didn't even break stride, "Nah, another time maybe. I'll owe you a hand job." "You said a blow job if I make you cum." I added indignantly. She laughed, "Oh yeah, I forgot. You'd better wash your hands and face before we get back. I can smell pussy on you." It was a sound piece of advice and I wandered down to the water line and cleaned up. That night I lay in my bed and contemplated what had happened. The more I thought about it, the more I realised I'd been duped. Katrina had successfully fooled me into licking her pussy without any intention of making me cum. I was angry with myself that I'd been lured into her little game; she really was a cock teaser and a bitch. I promised myself that if I got the chance, I was going to give her a right royal fucking, engaged to be married or not. The next day I'd cooled down and acted as if everything was fine and dandy. Katrina was all friendly and I played the game to perfection just waiting for the opportunity, trouble was, I was fast running out of time. But a few days later my dreams came true. Again, Alex and a few people disappeared on the boat, and the rest of them decided on a trip into Whangamata, a smallish town about half an hours drive away for a little retail therapy. Katrina winked at me, and then begged off going to town with an excuse that she wasn't feeling too well; then soaked up all the sympathy with an act that would've won her a Hollywood Oscar. I just disappeared until everyone left, out of sight out of mind. I found Katrina on her bed reading a magazine; she smiled up at me when I appeared at her bedroom door. "You wanna play some more?" she asked. "Sure." "Okay, but same rules as before. Oral's okay, but no fucking. Promise?" "Yeah, I promise." I lied. "Are all the doors locked?" "Yep." I replied making my way over to the bed. "Do you want me to lick you first?" I asked calculatingly. "I enjoyed it the other night." Katrina smiled and patted the bed beside her, "Okay." I lay down beside her and kissed her for the first time, I could taste sweet coffee on her tongue. I nibbled my way down her neck and lifted her tee shirt upwards over her bare breasts. They lay nearly flat on her chest with only her large aroused nipples sticking upwards. She sighed deeply as I suckled on them. "That's nice, but we haven't much time." she whispered. "Do you want to get on with licking me?" Katrina wriggled her tight skirt upwards as my hand slipped between her thighs, her panties were already gone which I thought was just a little presumptive of her. Instead was a very nice and pale tan line in the same shape as her tiny bikini. Moving downwards, I kissed her lower thighs, a thatch of light brown curls greeted me as I moved upwards. I could feel her warmth, and the scent of soap reached my nostrils as my nose penetrated her curls and lips. Balancing my nose on her clitoris, I flicked my tongue up and down her already slippery slit, and felt her squirm for the first time. I then slipped my tongue into her opening as far as I could, twirling and flicking it much as possible before moving upwards to her clitoris. I then sucked her little peak into my mouth and nibbled on it for a few seconds. "Ohhhhhhh, that's nice." she whispered. "You're so good at this." For a while Katrina lay quite still as I worked on her, but soon her buttocks began to slowly rotate against me as her warm juices flowed freely over my face. I slipped a finger inside her and moved it back and forth a few times before slipping in a second and a third. Her pussy accepted the assault and was soon eagerly pushing back at my fingers and making my tonguing rather difficult to administer. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." she moaned. While I concentrated on working slowly towards orgasm, I was mindful of the fact that the timing of my devious little plan was critical. Katrina had worked herself into a nice little rhythm moving against my face and fingers, her breathing was deep and erratic, and I was sure she was oblivious to my intentions. I slipped my free hand downwards and carefully pushed my shorts down and freeing my erect cock. Now ready, I worked her pussy with diligent perfection, her lovely body bodying lifting high from the bed as she shuddered towards her climax. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, holy shiiiiit." she exclaimed. And in an instant I pounced. Moving quickly over her, I guided my cock into her well lubricated pussy right to the hilt with a single stroke and a resounding wet slap of flesh on flesh. Still hunting for her orgasm, it took Katrina a brief second to realise that my cock was deep inside her and she was now being fucked. "Nooo, noooo nooo." she cried. "You dirty bastard, take it out, please take it out. I can't let you fuck me." But I charged on relentlessly inside her with long fast strokes, her struggling was brief and within seconds her legs were wrapped my buttocks and hers arms around my shoulders. But her desires hadn't quite caught up with her emotions. "You dirty fucking bastard. You promised that you wouldn't fuck me, and now you are. I'll hate you ever for this. Stop right now, I want you to stop." she squealed as her body began to move in time with mine. But I took little notice as I rocked back and forth inside her. Katrina's pussy was nice and tight and I could feel every contour of her insides. Now that all of her resistance had waned, my assault slowed enabling me to enjoy my surroundings. I suckled on her nipples and kissed her neck, her mouth moved to engage mine and our tongues were soon in dialogue. Her eyes remained closed as we kissed and nibbled, and I could soon feel the first stirrings of me needing to cum. While keen to ride the lovely Katrina for the rest of the day, it would be bad luck on my part to get disturbed again before I finished. I picked up the pace and decided to let my orgasm arrive in its own time. Her lovely brown legs held me tight as our now sweaty bodies slapped noisily together. I could sense cum easing up my shaft and pressurising the head, it was almost painful for an instant before a joyful release as I ejaculated deep inside her, the additional lubrication making her pussy feel like a silky nest of warm wetness. I moved slowly inside her until I was spent, and then relaxed on top of her for a few seconds before easing myself backwards from her. I knelt between her thighs and gazed down at Katrina where her brown thighs lay open for my perusal. Her brown curls lay wet and flattened against pale skin, a pair of pink lips were gapping wide and opening fill with my cum. My eyes moved upwards and found Katrina staring up at me with her big eyes. "You promised not to fuck me." she said accusingly. I shrugged my shoulders, "You promised to give me a blowjob the other night; you didn't exactly deliver on your promise either." Her eyes bored into me as my accusation sunk in, she then turned on her side and pulled a pillow over her head as if to shut herself off from the world. I casually pulled my shorts on and made my exit. Katrina lay back on the bed in deep thought; she ignored the warm cum flowing out of her opening and down her thigh to the bed below. She was angry at herself for what had happened, but it didn't take long for her to reach the conclusion that maybe she deserved the fucking. She had fully intended to lead him on and let him make her cum without reciprocating; it was just supposed to be a little bit of harmless teasing. But it was the first time she'd ever lost control of a sexual situation, even when she used to fool around a bit before meeting Malcolm she still managed to retain her virginity. It was easy after she met Malcolm, for he was a gentle and kind person who just wanted to please her when making love. But now her body had been ravished in a new way, a big hard cock had assaulted her with passion and vigour, her pussy now tender after the hard ride. And the hardest thing was admitting that she'd enjoyed it, his lean muscular body, punishing kisses and his formidable technique had dominated her. As much as she might have wanted to, she couldn't have stopped him. For an hour Katrina lay quietly in her bed, but not a tear was shed. She'd been outplayed, and would have to accept the consequences. Her hand eventually crept down between her thighs to her lips; she turned onto her back and explored her clitoris. A little tweaking convinced her that she still wanted to orgasm, and with her legs spread wide, she began the journey. Her mind turned to the large cock that had just been inside her, and her fantasy took her back to when she first laid eyes on it a few days back while on the beach. It took only a short time for her to complete the task in hand. Not too far away, it didn't take long before the euphoria of my success to wane, I had accomplished what I had set out to do, but for some reason it soon started to leave me with a bad feeling. Katrina had well deserved what she'd got, but it was the first time I had taken a girl against her will, and it sat heavily upon me. Until then, I always thought I was better than that. Katrina didn't show herself until later and when the others returned. I avoided her eyes but could feel hers drilling into me as everyone pitched in to help with the evening meal. I was on BBQ duties that evening, and when I was alone Katrina approached me. I looked up and held her gaze. "I'm sorry about earlier." I said quietly. What I did wasn't right." "It's okay, it was more my fault than yours. Let's stay friends and say nothing more about it." I smiled in appreciation and got one in return. "Maybe I shouldn't mention that you're only my second lover; and that you're the best yet." she added a few seconds later. I laughed, "Maybe you shouldn't. Would you be offended if I told you that you've got the best pair of legs and butt I've ever got my hands on?" Katrina tilted her pretty face to one side in mock contemplation, "Probably not, I'll just take it as a well deserved compliment. No hard feelings then?" I looked downwards, "Not at the moment." She grinned cynically. "Typical male." she muttered before turning and walking away. On the last night before leaving the bach, I wandered down to the local store for milk and bread for breakfast. I always enjoyed walking along the quiet road at night listening to the surf pounding onto the beach. It was a time to think about returning to the city and work. It was also a time to escape the constant noise at the bach which gets to you after awhile. So when a volunteer was sort for the store run, my hand went up first. All was it should be, as I sauntered back to the bach with two plastic bags of goodies. That was until I entered the dark carport. "Hey, over here." came a familiar voice. I turned to find Katrina standing behind one of the pick-ups. "What's up?" I asked. "Shhhh, come over here." I stepped around the vehicle and straight into her arms, her lips were soon on my face searching and finding my lips. We kissed tentatively for a few seconds before it got a little wilder. Her hand eased into my shorts and found my cock; it was soon stroked and squeezed into arousal. "Wanna fool around a bit?" she whispered. "It'll be the last opportunity. I wanna little pussy licking. You still owe me. " "Shit, it's a bit dangerous down here." I replied. "Nah, it'll be okay. There's no lights, and no one will come down here. How about a quick doggie style, then I'll give you a blowjob if you promise to give me a licking. You won't wanna lick me if you cum inside me." Without waiting for my affirmative answer, Katrina turned around and pulled up her skirt before easing down her panties. She simply bent over the bonnet of the pickup, spread her ankles a little and then pushed her swinging buttocks out for me. Without the slightest hesitation, I stepped up to the mark and lowered my shorts before slipping my cock between her thighs, her fingers guided my cock to the desired spot, and with little pushes, I eased myself into her already wet pussy. "Ohhhhhhhh." she sighed quietly and moved slightly to get comfortable. I took her buttocks in hand and with long slow strokes began to pleasure her, in turn; she pushed back at me helping in my quest. It wasn't the best of positions, as I had to bend my knees a little to obtain the right angle, but lust has no bounds. We continued this way for a few minutes; then Katrina sighed and moaned until she eased herself away from my cock. She turned and knelt down before me, and my cock was soon in her mouth. Now, unlike some of those porn actors that can manage to cum standing up, it's something I've always struggled to accomplish, my knees usually give out first. To make matters worse, Katrina wasn't much good at blowjobs; it was nice but not good enough for a money shot. There was little rhythm or finesse, and it wasn't the time or place for a little tuition. I let her get close as possible before I took myself in hand and began to put my own technique into it. Katrina slipped her halter top down offered her breasts as a target. "Don't get it on my clothes." she asked before opening her mouth for the head of my cock as I continued to stroke the shaft. I certainly wasn't aiming for her clothes, that's for sure. It took but a short time for me to reach the point of ejaculation and Katrina removed her mouth from my cock just in time. By this time, I'd got used to the poor light and caught the sight of my cum jumping across, the first and second shots got her square on her closed lips, the remainder on her chest just above her breasts. Her hand grasped my cock and rubbed it over her cheeks until my knees finally gave way and found myself kneeling beside her. A handkerchief magically appeared in her hand and she did a quick cleanup job on herself before getting to her feet. She pushed her panties down and stepped out of them before leaning back on the bonnet of the pick up. "Time for a good licking." she suggested. I eased Katrina back on the bonnet and hoped it could take her weight okay. Easing her legs up to her chest, I lowered my face into her hot pussy. I suckled her lips and opening briefly before targeting her clitoris, she moaned and pushed upwards towards my face. For the next minute or so, I attacked her with tongue and fingers as she squirmed and moaned under me. Her movements suddenly became urgent froze for a second before shuddering her way to orgasm. "Ohhhhhhh fuck that's sooooo nice." she whispered. "Jeeeesus you can make me cum real quick. As Katrina relaxed, she gently pushed my face away from her pussy. "Sorry, it's a bit sensitive." she muttered. "Too much action in the last few days I think." I licked and kissed her smooth thighs as began to return to the real world. Eventually she slipped down onto her feet and picked her panties up from the ground. She looked up at me and grinned as she slipped her panties on, "I glad you don't live close, I think you and I would get into trouble." I laughed, "Probably." She moved close and kissed me; her hand dropped to my cock and fondled it briefly. "You'd best wash your face, it smells of pussy again." she whispered pulling her skirt down. Seconds later she was gone. In all the excitement, I'd left the milk and bread in the carport, and looked a completed moron when I arrived inside without it. Everyone had a laugh at my expense, but for some reason I didn't care. The next morning after breakfast, we all cleaned up the bach and headed our separate ways. Katrina left me with a lovely smile and a little knowing wink, and I'll always remember her swinging buttocks as she headed for her parent's car. Over the following years, I often thought back to Katrina and what she did. The fact that she was engaged left me with a little anger mixed with some sympathy, why would anyone promise themselves to someone and then be unfaithful? It didn't seem to be a good start to marriage. It would be another fifteen years before I laid my eyes upon Katrina again. By then, I was married and had two beautiful young children. My wife Belinda was a cute and petite little brunette, but what she lacked in size was made up for with a big heart and matching personality. Now in her mid thirties, Belinda had one of those figures that still fitted very nicely into a little school uniform. (Yum, yum, lucky old me) Her lovely rounded buttocks and thighs filled out a pair of jeans to perfection, or a little mini skirt with a pair of leather boots had an unusual effect on my concentration abilities. She loved sex as much as me, although I sometimes had to persuade her that we were overdue for a little fun. But once in the mood, she quickly got downright dirty and smutty, even when Belinda was pregnant, sex was still a goer. However, when the children got older, sex had to be a little more planned and well co-ordinated. Nearly everything was on offer, toys, movies and fantasies, but anal or the introduction of other people was strictly forbidden. Belinda always was a vivacious and mischievous girl, full of laughter and pranks, and she was popular with lots of friends and always fun to be around. When we were first dating; I had to get used to the hungry guys that would prowl around hoping for a little fun. But while she was a fun girl, she didn't flirt to the extent of being a tease. If someone was getting a little forward, Belinda would always get close and amorous to me to show that she was taken. I have to admit that she made me proud, and the envious eyes of other males would often bring a smile to my face. One of the most profound moments of my relationship with Belinda happened after we'd been dating for around three months. I was busy planning our going to a rock concert which was still a few months away. I was surprised at Belinda's lack of commitment as she was a big fan of the band in question. On questioning her, she surprised me by suggesting that I still had an eye for the girls, and planning a trip that far away was maybe a little premature on her part. Belinda reiterated that she had no intention of being in a relationship with an unfaithful partner. Her comment sort of took the wind out of my sails and I went away a little dejected to say the least. I'd never been unfaithful to Belinda, not even a sly kiss from another girl. Over the next day or so, I firstly mulled her thoughts over, and then considered my own feelings for her. It didn't take long for me to realise that she was someone special and I wanted to keep her on my arm so to speak. She smiled when I told her so, then kissed me on the forehead, and gave me a 'we'll see' answer. By now, most you reading this story will agree that I'm not exactly a romantic. But around a year later I got down on my knees in a crowded restaurant and presented an unsuspecting Belinda with a big diamond ring and an equally as big question. She sat stunned for a few seconds before bursting in tears, much to the delight and cheers of fellow diners around us. She then reached for me, hugged me tight and whispered the answer I wanted to hear. By the time I started my own business, we were long married and Belinda was pregnant with our first child, but when the cash flow was tight, she kept on working like a trooper until the end. I reckon the struggle in those early years brought us closer together, as a couple we clicked together like a jig saw puzzle. As for me being unfaithful, I'd run a mile if another woman put the hard word on me. I reckon that Belinda would smell a rat before my fingers hit my zip, and I have no doubt that her revenge would be final and very violent, but I have no intention of ever putting my theory to the test. Sorry, I'm Engaged. But Oral's Okay As you can imagine, the bach at Coromandel was a great draw card for a young family, and we made use of it at every opportunity. On a Friday night we would bundle everyone and everything into the family SUV and happily make the two hour drive. The kids just loved frolicking in the sand and the shallows, and we always took away good memories. In the summer months we would often stay down there Sunday night and travel back early Monday morning to beat the traffic. The extended family also used the bach, and a loose arrangement existed where it didn't matter who arrived down there, we all just shared on the basis, the more the merrier. So on a Friday night in the middle of summer, we arrived down there to find my Uncle Ben's family and a few of their friends. To my surprise, right in the middle of them was Katrina, our eyes quickly found each other, and the surprise was clearly evident. And even to this day, I'm not sure whether my arrival was considered good news or not. Her hair was shorter and her face a little rounder, the red mini skirt had been replaced with a flowing below knee length dress, but her brown calves and feet still looked pretty good. Her eyes eventually left mine and settled on Belinda with great interest, no doubt taking in her natural beauty. I was eventually introduced to her husband Malcolm, a big powerful man who obviously liked his business lunches. I soon learnt that Katrina and Malcolm had two children similar ages to ours, and they were soon friends and out playing noisily together in the dark with torches. For the rest of the evening, we all socialised and demolished a sizable mountain of alcohol. Every now and then, Katrina's eyes would catch mine, and as the night wore on, her smiles increased as her confidence grew. I thought she would have been a little uncomfortable with me being there, but it was me that was ill at ease. I could just imagine the aggravation if our previous little escapades were made public knowledge. Later that night after we climbed into our bed, Belinda rolled into my arms and kissed me. "So she's the one?" "Which one?" I asked. "The engaged one that only want oral sex, but you managed to screw." It would be fair to say that Belinda and I had few secrets, and the story of Katrina was known to her. When I told Belinda about Katrina, I never dreamed that they'd ever meet. In fact, it had always been a bit of a standing joke between us, like a licking's okay but you're not going to fuck me. Times like when Belinda wanted to buy a new dress or a handbag. I would try and negotiate a deal like, you can buy it but it's got to be worth six blowjobs. Belinda would look up at the ceiling and reply with something like, maybe four blowjobs but it's not worth a fuck. Then I'd want to go on a boy's weekend or to a football game, I'd offer six pussy lickings which would be considered and accepted on the proviso that it would be when she wanted and wouldn't have to precede a fuck. It was to be good selfish sex, but it was just a bit of fun really. "Yeah, she's the one." I answered truthfully. Belinda thought about it for awhile, she had always been uncomfortable when meeting one of my old girlfriends, for she would feel a little threatened. Without again appearing too vain, most of my girlfriends had been good lookers. When it did happen, I'd always remind Belinda that she was the one I loved and married, and have never once regretted it. I guess I was lucky, Belinda only had a few lovers before me and I'd been fortunate enough to have never met any of them. To be truthful, I reckon I'd be insanely jealous. But again Belinda went quiet on me, and I cuddled her in tight to me to reassure her. "She's really pretty." she commented. "And she kept on looking at you tonight, like she wanted you again. She's still a slut." I laughed, "Don't be silly and don't worry. I've never cheated on you and never will." "I don't trust her." I was a little surprised when Belinda's hand slipped down to my cock and gave it a squeeze. It was unfortunate the she had her monthly, and usually anything sexual was taboo. She soon had me aroused, and then she untangled herself from my arms and slid downwards. Her warm mouth was soon around my shaft and was soon doing what she does best. I reckon if there was ever a cock sucking contest, my Belinda would win it hands down for she had a technique which never failed. Making herself comfortable between my open thighs, she would suckle on the head for a few tantalising seconds. Then she would place her warm mouth above her hand, and dribble lots of saliva onto my cock for lubrication. She would start off slowly, hand and mouth seemingly joined together, and each time her hand slid downwards, her lips and tongue would work the head of my cock as it entered her mouth. The upwards stroke would then be a tight slippery grip of her hand. Sometimes in the build up, she would allow her hand to slide off the top, and her little pinkie finger giving the head of my cock a little tweak on the way through. Belinda would gradually pick up the pace; sometimes she would tease me unmercifully bringing me to the money shot before stopping me just before I cum. She would look up and smile at me with a cheeky little grin, then start over again. Depending on her mood, she would sometimes let me cum in her mouth, but usually it was on her face or breasts. I looked down at Belinda and caught her eyes, "You don't have to do this." She removed her mouth from my cock, "I know, but you haven't emptied your bags for a few days and I know what you're like when you haven't." "If this is about Katrina, you don't have to worry." Belinda gave me one of her loving smiles, "You I trust, but I don't trust Katrina. Lets just call it female intuition; I think she'd try and seduce you given half a chance. This is just removing a little temptation on your part." For the next few minutes, Belinda worked my cock with loving precision. Her lovely mouth suckled and licked my cock while her hand worked it tightly. She gradually got faster and I could feel myself getting ready to cum. "That's it darling." she whispered. "Time to cum, let me have it." Belinda removed her mouth a split second before I ejaculated; her hand continued to stroke me as she rubbed her face and closed lips over the head of my cock. She held me tightly as I shuddered with exquisite pleasure, my cum making a mess of her face and hand. She milked me dry before removing the excess cum from the head of my cock; then slipped the tip of her tongue into the eye causing me to jump a foot off the bed. She then slipped her mouth over the head and gently suckled me as I began to shrink. A short time later after cleaning herself up, Belinda cuddled close into me again. "Promise me that you'll always love me?" she asked. I kissed her on the forehead, "Don't ever doubt that I don't." A few seconds later, I could feel her warm tears on my chest. I just held her tightly, for sometimes words aren't needed. She took my hand and slipped it between her warm thighs; I lovingly caressed her pussy under her panties as we fell asleep. Now, a woman's intuition is a wonderful thing, and Belinda was quite correct to be worried about Katrina. As for me, I was just a little naïve. The next morning, the surf was quite high and too dangerous for the children. At the far end of the beach was the little estuary which pooled on high tide. It was perfect for the children, and I accepted my fatherly duties to take my two for a swim. I can remember laughing as they frolicked in the shallow water or played in the sand. The old pohutukawa tree provided shade from which I could hide from the warmth of the morning sun. Soon and from a distance, I watched as the unmistakable form of Katrina and her two children make their way towards the estuary. As they got closer, I could see the full blue material of her dress was billowing in the faint breeze. Her children flung themselves noisily into the water and soon the four of them were having fun. Katrina smiled as she walked across the shallows to join me; she sat down on the sand close enough for me to catch her perfume. "This tree looks very familiar." she commented. It was of course the same tree that she'd sat on while I licked her pussy all those years back. I just smiled knowingly. "Your wife's very pretty." "Thanks, I'll tell her you said so." "Does she know about us?" Katrina asked. I nodded, "She knew the story, just put two and two together when she met you last night." "Thought so, I picked up her vibes. Doesn't like me eh?" I smiled and lied at the same time, "Nah, Belinda's okay. She knows it happened a long time ago." "It was good fun though." she replied gazing across at our children. "Oh god; how I wish for those days again, no children, stand up tits and a nice tight butt, and no wrinkles." "You still look pretty good." I blurted out without thinking. Katrina chuckled, "Flatterer, but thanks anyway." She got up and brushed the sand from her dress and then walked the few steps to the familiar tree. She brushed the debris from branch that she'd sat on those years ago and then eased herself down on it. I turned and grinned briefly before dutifully turning my attention to four boisterous children. We continued chatting; Katrina not seeming to mind talking to my back. "Hey, do you remember this?" she asked. I turned towards and got the shock of my life. Katrina sat with one leg outstretched along the branch, her other leg resting on the ground. Her dress had been lifted to her waist exposing long brown legs and panties. Her fingers had eased the sides of her panties aside to display an immaculately shaven pussy. My eyes instinctively dropped to her slightly agape shiny lips. "Do you like bald pussies?" she asked. "Malcolm likes me to keep mine like this." I think Katrina mistook my shock for lust, but she was sadly mistaken. She grinned down at me. "Would you like to lick it again? We could probably sneak away tonight if you like." By this stage I was coming to my senses. Even though she was out of sight of the children, it was a stupid thing to do. I jumped up angrily. "You stupid bitch. For fucks sake, cover yourself up." I hissed before walking away from the tree and sitting down. The children were still busy playing and oblivious to what had happened. A minute or two later, Katrina sat down beside me and dug her toes into the sand. For a while, we sat in silence. "I'm sorry." she eventually mumbled. I turned and looked at her, "What good would come out of us playing around? The chances of getting caught are high. I'd have a divorce on my hands for sure, I'd loose my wife, kids and everything I've worked so fucking hard for. And for what? Five minutes of sticking my dick into a bit of stray pussy. No thanks. And after all this time, I'd thought you'd know better. You've got as much to lose as me." I watched as the tears began to flow down her pretty cheeks. I've always been a bit of a softy when the tears are running. I smiled, "Its okay, no real harm done." "You must really love your wife." she mumbled. "Yeah, I wouldn't give her up for anything." She sighed, "Malcolm's a good man. He's good with me and the kids; he makes a shit load of money and we have everything we could ever want. He really looks after us." "But?" "But he's not too good in the bedroom department. He's a selfish wam-bam lover who just rolls over and goes to sleep leaving me frustrated. Apart from you, he's the only man I've slept with. I've been propositioned a few times and tempted more than once, but too scared to actually go through with it. When I saw you on Friday night, I started fantasising how you licked my pussy and made me cum, and then how you fucked me." Katrina laughed. "You were pretty fucking good. Now I'm just jealous of your Belinda." I had to grin, "Thanks for the compliment. If you must know, I'm jealous of the big new BMW you guys are driving." "Well, you get rid of Belinda and I'll bring the Beemer when I move in. If you're a real bad boy, I'll let you drive it." We both chuckled at the impossibility of it all. She reached over and placed her hand on mine giving it a squeeze. "Friends?" she asked. "Sure." She looked over at me, "Don't ever regret what happened all those years back. I didn't then and I don't now. It was the best sex I've ever had, and might be the best I'll ever have. Maybe I should've given Malcolm the flick back then, but I was hooked on his wealth and the good life." I shrugged my shoulders for there was nothing I could add to that. "So, you didn't answer my question. Do you like bald pussies?" she asked. I couldn't help but laugh loudly, "Bald, hairy, trimmed, I don't care. I like them all." Katrina joined my laughter, "Why am I not surprised?" We chatted for another couple of hours until the sun got too hot, then we herded the children back towards the bach. The rest of the weekend went without a hitch with the exception of Belinda's inquisitive eyes upon me. She knew something was up, but I said nothing about what happened down at the estuary as no good would've come of it. Belinda would've taken no prisoners had she known that I'd got propositioned and flashed by a bald pussy, and it would be world war three for sure. One of the nice things about driving back to Auckland on those Sunday nights was the time that Belinda and I would have to talk. The kids were always loud and excited on the drive down, but on the way home they fell into an exhausted sleep in the rear seats five minutes into the journey and would stay that until we got home. Once past the rolling hills on the road home, we hit the long straights of the Hauraki Plains. I could then put the SUV on cruise control and relax. I'll always remember that particular afternoon. Belinda was wearing a short skirt to keep cool; she had lifted her foot closest to the door and placed it on the seat. Her skirt had slipped further up her brown thighs and I could just see the bottom of her cream panties. She caught me looking and grinned mischievously. Looking around to the children ensuring they were fast asleep, she slipped a finger down between her thighs and rubbed her pussy through her panties for a few seconds. Then she eased the away side of her panties to give me a glimpse of her trim little bush, her finger slipped between her lips and gave her little clitoris a tweak before covering herself up again. She waited until we were on a long straight piece of road, and then she leaned over close to me and waved her wet finger under my nose. "I'm feeling very, very horny, and when I get home tonight I'm going to fuck your brains out." My immediate response was to slam my foot on the accelerator making the auto change down and the nose of the SUV rise as it rapidly picked up speed. Belinda laughed, "Take it easy, you won't get your rocks off in a hospital bed." I slowed down and pretended to yawn, "Maybe I'll be too tired." "I bet you won't be." I slipped the cruise control back on and slipped my hand over to those lovely thighs. Belinda moved my hand down between them, closed her legs and placed her hands over mine. Oh god, how I love my hand being down there in her special little place. It was dark when we got home, and we put the sleepy kids to bed in the clothes they were in. After unpacking the SUV, I snuck into the lounge while Belinda was in the shower, and flicked through the sport I'd video taped while we were away. It wasn't long before Belinda snuck into the lounge, crawled across the couch towards me and lay face down across my lap. All she had on was a slinky little black number that just covered her buttocks. "Forgive me father, for I have sinned." I laughed. Confession time, hey, I could play this little game I thought to myself as my hand caressed her pale white buttocks. "Pray, tell me my child, how you have sinned." "I've had impure thoughts Father." "What sort of impure thoughts my child? Please tell me about them." "Well, I've thought about sucking a hard cock, and having my pussy licked, and how it would feel having a hard cock inside my pussy. It's made me very wet Father." "And would it be a very big cock my child?" "Alas no father, it would be a very small cock. But it's all I can expect these days, and as you know beggars can't be choosers." I gave her buttocks a playful swat and gleefully watched them tighten in protest. "You have been a very naughty girl my child, and a severe punishment is only just for such impure thoughts and telling lies. I think thirty blowjobs and washing your mouth out with cum should bring you to your senses." "But father, I don't like the taste of cum. Couldn't I just say thirty Hail Mary's and be on my way?" "I'm sorry my child. It's the lord's way. Thirty blow jobs it is." Belinda giggled and turned over, "You'd make a terrible priest." "I know, but I'd have fun while it lasted." I replied as my hand slipped between her thighs. Her lips were already slippery with anticipation and my finger tweaked her clitoris on the way down to her opening. She sighed and let me fiddle for awhile before moving astride me. Her hand slipped under my shorts and grabbed my already erect cock; I raised myself from the couch and eased them downwards, and like a flash, Belinda eased herself onto my cock. With little rotating movements, my cock sunk deep inside her. "Mmmmmm, that's nice." she whispered as her petite little body began to move up and down. I stroked her thighs and then lifted the flimsy black garment over her head freeing her smallish breasts. Belinda soon had my tee shirt off, and her erect nipples were soon dancing over my bare chest as she peppered me with little kisses. I always loved kissing Belinda; she liked to start off with darting little pecks and the sucking of lips. Then she would tease me with her tongue with little flicks before our tongues met and played. Her arms would hold me tightly as the kiss became more passionate, her breathing would labour as she became aroused. With her already sitting on my cock, her lovemaking was close and intense. My hands slid down to her thin waist and held her as she rocked slowly up and down on my cock for a few minutes. "I wanna cum, how about we move to our chair?" she asked. In our large bedroom stood a comfortable lounge chair, some people might think it was there to place clothes on, or to sit on when dressing, or maybe a quiet place to sit and read on. But it was really a place for sex, it was an ideal height for knee tremblers or giving or receiving a little oral. I locked the door behind us as Belinda placed a towel over the chair and sat down; a cushion was strategically placed on the floor for me to kneel on. Her legs opened for me as I made myself comfortable and took in the lovely view before me. Belinda's smooth toned brown thighs were widely spread; her navel and breasts were pale white in contrast. A perfect V of thick dark curls all but covered her wet pussy lips. Being petite, her pussy was small and delicate allowing my mouth to fully devour its entirety. For a short time, I sucked and licked her lips and clitoris, and relished it as she squirmed under my attack. I enjoyed her mannerisms as she moaned and sighed and wriggled before me. Belinda soon produced her favourite vibrator shaped like an electric tooth brush; it had a pink handle with a long thin white shaft and semi soft tip. She eased herself back a little and slipped the head between her lips and onto her clitoris. It was a signal for me to remove my mouth and slip my cock between her lips. Lifting her legs back against her chest, Belinda made herself comfortable. This was Belinda's favourite position to reach orgasm and had taken a few years to perfect. She liked my cock to penetrate her half way, moving slowly back and forth while her vibrator tweaked her clitoris. And I liked doing it this way because I could see exactly what was going on. Sorry, I'm Engaged. But Oral's Okay So, for the next few minutes I watched the head of my cock move in and out of her pussy. She was wet enough for her curls to flatten against her shiny skin, and her pink lips were plainly visible as they opened and closed around my girth. Belinda manoeuvred the head of the vibrator in little circles over her clitoris, her eyes closed in quiet concentration as she worked diligently. Belinda had been wanting to orgasm for a few days, usually she wasn't horny during her period, but the presence of her husband's ex-lover had stirred up a lot of emotions and jealousy. Intuitively, Belinda knew that Katrina had eyes for him and she watched the developments with almost dread. But there was plenty of trust within the marriage and she knew that nothing untoward had happened between them in the last few days. Her emotions changed, and for a short time that morning she fantasised about Katrina and her husband being together, and felt almost ashamed at the sudden wetness between her legs. She had fantasies like most other women, but would never have the audacity to carry them out. On request, Belinda had confided in her previous lovers, few as they may be. She had described in great detail how she'd been seduced, and it had resulted in some great sex before their marriage and since. But nothing could ever compare to sex with someone you love and cherish, and who had sired ones children. Belinda fantasy returned, and she pictured Katrina in the same position she was now in, her husband's hard big cock pounding away inside her with the intention of filling her pussy with his cum. Would Katrina feel the exact same pleasure as she did? Belinda reached down and adjusted the speed of the vibrator as the first stirrings of her orgasm approached. The sensations climbed rapidly and she positioned the tip right on her clitoris. Lowering her feet to floor, she braced herself as the first spasm rippled through body. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuck." she moaned as her orgasm soared exquisitely through her. Belinda endeavoured not to move too much as her cock filled pussy was very much part of it all, the last thing she wanted was for it to slip out. Instead of the huge almighty orgasms that women are supposed to have, Belinda's were always a sequence of small ones that took a good five glorious seconds before ebbing. She rubbed harder with the vibrator as if to prolong her ordeal but eventually time took its toll. She relaxed back onto the chair and wrapped her legs around me and pulled me fully into her. "That's was sooooooo good." she whispered turning the vibrator onto my nipples. For the next few minutes, Belinda contemplated her fantasy and vowed to keep it a secret for the time being, it was something she wanted to get her head around before discussing it. Of course, I knew nothing of this fantasy and it would be a few months before Belinda let me in on it. When she did tell me, I almost jokingly blurted out that I would be most willing to act out her fantasy, but I reckon it would've hurt her and no good would've come of it. Fantasies are just fantasies and nothing more. After Belinda had relaxed, we simply rolled into bed. She positioned her mouth over my cock and began to tempt me with one of her blowjobs. Her movements were tantalisingly slow and I sighed in appreciation for there is nothing like her blowjobs. Eventually I tried to get to pick up speed but she removed her mouth and looked up at me. "Don't cum yet, I want you to do it inside me." She then moved over me and backed her tight little pussy onto my cock, it was still sopping from her orgasm and entered her to the hilt with one little push. Her lips travelled upwards licking and kissing my nipples and then neck. Next her lips were on mine, testing and teasing before getting down to the real thing. She lowered her chest onto mine and dragged her nipples across me. Eventually, she broke our kiss and lifted her face from mine. "Do you know how much I love you?" she asked. "Yep." I answered, "Thirty blowjobs and gargles worth." She gave me one of her cheeky smiles, "Nope, no one could love you that much. Not even me." Belinda then began to slide up and down on my cock with purpose; it was a signal that it was time for to think about finishing. I took hold of her fine breasts to support them as she bounced up and down on top of me; she then rolled over onto her side allowing me to get on top of her. This is a position in which I have to be careful not to hurt Belinda, I'm a lot bigger and heavier than her and the last thing I want is for her to be uncomfortable. I also have to watch that I don't penetrate her too hard, for my cock can easily reach her cervix when her legs are high. But it's a position that Belinda likes with the closeness of our bodies touching. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she urged me on matching my every stroke, our bodies were soon slapping noisily against each other as I approached orgasm. "That's it darling, fill me up." she whispered lovingly into my ear. I slowed just before ejaculating to savour the exquisite pleasure as I emptied my loins into her. Belinda held me tight and rotated her pussy on my cock, the sloshing of cum inside her audible to both of us. Waiting until after I'd finished, I then rolled over and lay beside her as I got my breath back. To my surprise, Belinda picked up her handbag from the bedside cabinet and removed a small compact makeup mirror. She leaned forward and placed it between her open thighs, tilting it to the desired angle she looked at her sodden pussy and the globules of cum between her lips. "So that's what you've done to me. It doesn't look too good does it?" she commented. "Well, in future, I'll settle for thirty blowjobs." She parted her curls and lips, and looked down again, "On second thought, it's not that bad really." We lay back and pulled up the blankets as we cooled down, Belinda settled into my chest and I gave her a loving kiss on the forehead. "You never did tell me what happened down at the estuary the other day." Belinda commented after awhile. "Nothing happened really; we just sat and talked while watching the kids." "And?" "And what?" she persisted. "I know something happened down there, you were a little quiet when you got back. I bet Katrina hit on you?" I considered telling a little lie, but I hate doing that to Belinda, for she deserved better than that. "You're right, she flashed a little pussy when the kids weren't looking and asked if I wanted to play later. I walked away and then she apologised." "And you didn't tell me because?" I laughed, "Because you would've murdered her." Belinda grinned, "You're dead right. She shouldn't be chasing other men, especially my man." "Exactly what I told her." "Not tempted then, not even a little bit?" she asked. "Nah; but I kinda liked her shaved pussy though." "If you like shaved pussies that much, maybe I'll let you deal to mine." "Really?" I asked with raised interest. She patted my chest, "Sure, if you're a good boy. But not tonight, I'm too tired. You just lie back think how lucky you are to have a girl like me." I thought about that last comment, it may have been luck that brought us together, but we'd worked hard to stay committed and together. I'd have to be out of my mind to ever put our relationship in jeopardy. "You ever been temped?" I asked knowing full well that guys hit on her when I'm not around. "I like to look and have a little thoughty every now and then. But us girls are more responsible and have a few morals; we're used to saying no. "What would you do if I did stray?' "I'd never forgive you." I replied. "And I'd never forgive myself. So you don't to worry, I'm just a simple one man gal. You just keep your end of the bargain, I'll keep mine, and it'll never be a problem. Anyway, there's no need for you to stray when you can get a leg over right here whenever you want." "So you like sex then?" I joked. "Mmmmm, as long as I don't have to gargle." "Spoilsport." Belinda chuckled, "Absolutely. Once you walked me down that wedding aisle, I was thankful that I'd never have to gargle again." We lay quietly with our bodies just touching and slowly drifted off to sleep, life was good I thought to myself, real good. I've never laid eyes on Katrina since that weekend. Not too long ago, we were down at the bach at the same time as my Uncle Ben. We were both chatting while at the fridge rescuing a beer or two. I looked around to ensure no one was within earshot. "See much of Katrina and her family?" I asked innocently. Uncle Ben looked me in the eye with a devious grin, "Why is it that every time I see Katrina, she asks me how you are? Is there something I'm missing here?" I laughed, "You don't wanna know." He opened his beer and patted me on the shoulder, "I'm glad somebody in the family got lucky. That was the best piece of arse I've ever seen in a bikini, but always seemed to be a bit too much of a tease for my liking." "Well Uncle Ben, I can assure you that Katrina got what she deserved in the end." "I'm kinda pleased to hear that." "Unfortunately Belinda wasn't." I replied. Ben shrugged his shoulders and touched his bottle on mine, "That's women for you." We sipped our beers quietly, comfortably content in a little male bonding.