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The Joy Of Text

By: mickeydee



"Yes! Come on big boy give it to me now – oh my god that feels so good."

He pumped harder. Panting, sweat pouring off his body, back arched. He roared triumphantly – his face twisted in ecstasy. Her own slender back raised to meet his final thrust - he was spent.

"That was fantastic, I'm going to miss you tonight," she groaned. "I can't wait for you to get back."

He rolled off her, scurrying into the en-suite bathroom. She remained on the bed lying in a cold pool of his cum, listening to him showering. Of course she had faked her orgasm, she always did – with him. He dressed quickly, took the stairs two at a time and was in his car and on the way to the airport before she had run her bath, his bags had been packed the night before – she had made sure of that. Now she could relax, he was away on business for three days. Time for her to have some fun – but first she had to finish herself off. 

The hot soapy water lapped her thighs as she expertly fingered herself to a shattering climax –she groaned, feeling an electric tingle shudder throughout the whole of her body - God he's gonna fucking get it later on. She slid down into the bubbles- content for the time being.

Jean Spencer hated her husband – well, his selfish attitude to their sexual relationship – his money she could just about handle. There was no doubt that she was the trophy wife, the gorgeous adornment on the arm of a successful businessman, something to be tossed away if the whim took him. She had learnt quickly how to please him, he was her VIP ticket to the show – but she needed more. The fifteen year age gap, a flagging libido and his religious pursuit of money meant she had a lot of time on her hands, time enough in fact to frequent the trendier bars in town – looking for firm young meat.

It was the same every time, she would receive a text message informing her of the meting place – normally a hotel – tonight it was different. 

TAKE OFF YOUR PANTIES.

She flushed – looked around furtively, as if everyone in the bar had seen the message - waiting for her to react. The phone beeped into life again.

I'M WATCHING YOU.

Her eyes darted round the room; he was nowhere to be seen. There were plenty of couples in the bar but no sign of him; only a woman, about five years younger than her, sat opposite, reading a magazine.

Where the hell was he?

She knew he was kinky. Last time he'd insisted they made love on a hotel balcony overlooking the coast, she was sure they were being watched. Then there was the time he'd fingered her to orgasm in a hotel elevator, that time they had been caught out – that look on the old woman's face was a picture. 

What the fuck is he up to now?

LEAVE THEM IN THE LADIES ROOM.

Another quick look around the room revealed no further clues as to his whereabouts – the young woman had left though.

She lifted the hem of her thin summer dress and tugged at her white sheer G-string. She imagined how she would have teased him later on –now it was he tugging at her heartstrings; she was on an emotional roller coaster, loving every minute of it. The underwear was thrown on the floor, there was a cough from the other stall – she rushed out of the room – the hotel location was being transmitted to her mobile. Christ I feel horny. 

She breezed into the hotel lobby - confident and carefree. She was becoming an expert at this charade; the receptionist didn't even give her a second look. 

The elevator carried her up to the seventh floor, enough time for her to wipe away the damp, sticky juices that were now seeping from deep inside her. He was there when the sliding doors opened, "I hope you got all of my messages," he purred.

"You know I always obey your every command," she answered with a cheeky smile on her face, "is there any other task you wish me to perform?"

He took her gently round the waist and kissed her full on the lips, one hand slowly cradling her neck, the other delicately feeling through the thin material of her dress. "You have been a good girl, I think its time for your reward." 

The room was just yards away, the door was open – it was a suite.

The very first time they made love was in a motel, not a seedy one but just far enough out of town for her not to be recognised by anyone. Her husband was away for the night; she had just about given up meeting anyone in the new wine bar when he tapped her on the shoulder. "How long have you been unfaithful to your husband?" he asked. She blushed, "I don't know what you're talking about, and anyway what the hell has it got to do with you." "Oh nothing really," he laughed, "but if you haven't been unfaithful yet, how about breaking that duck tonight?" She stepped back in mock disbelief; this was the opportunity she had been waiting for all night, however she wasn't giving in that easy. "You're a bit full of yourself, what's your name then?" she enquired. "Steve Goodwin at your service." came the chivalrous reply, "A scholar, a gentleman and probably the best fuck you're going to get tonight."

She was impressed. He had figured her out straight away, was up for it, and at five foot eleven with gorgeous white teeth, long wavy black hair and a fit body, he was right – he was the best fuck she was going to get that night. "By the way I'm Jean." "I know."

The sex that first night was amazing. He didn't thrust her head straight to his groin, he didn't paw roughly at her breasts and he brought her off to a shattering climax with his tongue before he even thought of pleasuring himself: sexually he was the opposite of her husband. In fact the unbelievable sensations she felt during that session, (which seemed to go on all night), left her a shattered but satisfied emotional wreck by the morning. She made up her mind there and then, this was one affair she didn't want to end.

"I want you to stand in the middle of the room whilst I put this blindfold on you Jean."

She was trembling now, what with wearing no knickers and being blindfolded; she could barely contain herself.

"Oh, and I don't want you to say a word."

She sensed an unknown perfume on the cool silky material that was covering her eyes, tied tight enough round her long blonde hair to block out all the light from the lounge. He removed the tiny white bolero jacket, unzipped the pale blue summer dress and gently pulled the thin straps away from her shoulders; she never wore a bra for him. The gossamer like material slipped down her tanned body, she felt a shudder of expectation as he eased her legs over the fallen dress, she could almost feel the silence. She shivered, felt vulnerable.

What was he up to? Steve paused for a moment to take in the beautiful sight that stood before him, naked in the middle of the room: a tanned, toned, blonde vision, legs accentuated by the heeled sandals, that tiny white V, a testament to many foreign holidays and hours on the sunbed. He certainly was a lucky guy, and he wasn't prepared to give her up – yet!

"I'm going to lead you into the other room," he whispered in her ear, "Just take it easy and I'll pop you onto the bed."

The top cover felt cool on her back as she laid herself out on the bed, then she experienced a warm furry feeling as first her right wrist, then her left was clamped to the bedstead. "You kinky bastard, am I in handcuffs?" "I said no talking."

She was confused, his voice was not threatening, quite the opposite actually, that's what unnerved her - it was the strangest he had behaved since they had met.

She heard the shower spraying the marbled bathroom walls and she thought about that morning when her husband had defiled her. She also wondered when she was going to get some action – a deep longing ache around her crotch was desperate for attention.

It's amazing, how when you lose one sense, others become more sensitive. She was sure she heard the room door open and close despite the sound of the running water. However the next sound, ice crackling in a bucket led her to believe a waiter had just delivered some champagne. He's going to do that amazing ice trick from the film nine and a half weeks - now that is worth waiting for.

She could smell his after-shave. He was close, he was also wet and she wished she'd been in the shower with him, his cock always seemed bigger when soaped up. Fucking under a jet of hot water was one of her turn-ons. Perhaps later, she imagined, her juices seeping onto the bed and down her thighs.

The champagne bottle opened with a pop – she jumped. She sensed a cold, wet, tingling dampness on her stomach; it wasn't going to be the ice after all.

The next sensation was the familiar feel of his tongue lapping at the champagne on her stomach, the tip flicking in and out of her navel sending electric shocks down to her clit. Her breathing became heavier, she wanted to reach out and guide his cock deep into her- she felt helpless. More cold tingly liquid was poured over her body, this time over her breasts. 

Woah – that was nice. Even better when his tongue and lips were used to clean it up, she felt her nipples harden, he could bring her to orgasm that way. But not just yet – please!

"Open your legs," he whispered. 

She moved without hesitation, parting her long limbs to reveal her trimmed soaking crotch – her heart beating faster, her breathing more rapid – she wanted him in her, now. She experienced the same furry sensation on her ankles as she had on her wrists, she was now totally at his mercy – her whole body shuddered at the thought of her helplessness.

Oh come on Steve – fuck me.

A door closed, then there was silence, she waited for what seemed like minutes – it was a matter of seconds.

The door-crashed open shattering the deathly quiet, for a moment she was frightened and screamed out his name. Her fear turned to relief as she heard a buzzing sound next to her ears, a knowing smile spread across her face, he was softening her up before the main event. 

"Go on do it." she moaned. The initial shock of the cold plastic on her burning crotch made her gasp. It soon warmed up as expert hands guided the tip towards her aching clitoris, making little circular movements around the enflamed bud that stood proud and engorged. She inhaled a heady cocktail of her own muskiness and that unfamiliar perfume on the blindfold, she was also ready to come, she wanted to tell him but decided to play the game.

He must have sensed she was near to climax - she felt the vibrator being fed into her wet sticky hole – she never put it in there herself, but it did feel good. The sensations heightened as it slid towards her anus, and although she would never dream of touching down there, right now she didn't care as her whole body started to convulse. What could she do, anyway?

She was amazed at his dexterity, and, with the vibrator still sending shock waves through her body he slowly flicked at her clitoris with his pointed tongue – being blindfolded she could only imagine the position he was in. 

As she finally gave in to the intense pleasure he was doling out, and shuddered to a total body-wrenching climax, the next shock hit her like a tidal wave. 

If he was working on me down below, who the fuck was playing with my tits? 

"Steve, who the hell is in here with us," she moaned, as another climax exploded inside her. She couldn't take any more. "Please Steve, take this fucking blindfold off me." It was a plea rather than a request – she was riding an emotional sexual roller coaster, the least he could do was let her see who else was in on the act.

The hands on her breasts were replaced by a tongue and a sensuous mouth that expertly brought her nipples to a tingling hardness, she felt a silky wetness move up to her neck, over her chin and onto her own lips, the smell of that perfume now heightened. She opened her mouth, welcomed the darting tongue; it was the most sensuous kiss she had ever experienced, not harsh like her husband's, and totally different to Steve's.

Her ankles were released from the cuffs – his hands traced a fine sensuous line up her inner thighs, opening her legs even more, she felt him enter her, not long and thin like her husband. Steve filled her with his big fat cock, thrilling her with a slow grinding motion. This is more like it. The other pair of soft hands contoured down her body and slowly massaged her clitoris. "Go on Steve – fuck it," she screamed, "you fucking deserve it."

She gasped as he pulled out, replacing his cock with his tongue, licking round her inner lips, then that sensitive little spot just above her ass, she didn't know how much more she could take, another climax thundered through her body – how many had that been? She had lost count.

Her arms flopped down onto the pillows, released from their shackles, those soft lips and tongue pressed against hers, she tasted herself then flung her arms round his neck – a soft smaller body. The blindfold was released from around her head. She recognised the new face.

It must have been two hours before Steve put his head round the door of the bedroom, "You two been having fun?"

Jean stirred, the head of her new lover nestling between her arm and her left breast, short dark hair damp with sweat, "Yeah, thanks for the present," she purred. "Don't thank me, you've had this admirer for a long time, in fact she set up the whole deal in the bar."

Sally opened her eyes; kissed Jeans left nipple and reached down under the bed. "I think these are yours," she handed Jean her missing G-string. "It did feel nice on." It all fell into place now, the young woman in the bar, the text messages and the coughing she heard in the ladies room. "You pair of sneaky bastards." Steve laughed as he walked back into the lounge – she didn't care- she had three days to get to know her new friend. 

He too had plans – for all of them!

The Joy of Text Sex Ch. 01



I was sitting at my desk, outside Ms KC. Rider's office when my mobile phone flashed. 'Message' I clicked it open; it read, "You look HOT today– going somewhere nice?" I scrolled back to see who the sender was – Tommy, one of our sales rep's. I looked around the office, to see him sitting 20 yards away, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

The phone flashed, again. "So? Got a date?" I turned to look at him again. He raised his eyebrows, nodding at his phone.

Feeling mischievous, I typed a reply, "That's for me to know; and you to find out! Anyway, I'm married."

I was actually meeting my sister after work, and had dressed in white linen trousers and a nice white chiffon blouse, lace bra, with a slinky pair of sandals.

Seconds later he replied, "Lucky fella...hope he's worth it."

Before I could return that message, Ms KC Rider shouted that she wanted a coffee.

I'm Cathy; dark haired, 34b, with long firm legs, and happily (?) married to Jason, who is 42, and was my first boss when I left college. I am a Secretary for a company called Dragonwales. We have a team of 4 sales rep's and 12 telesales staff who work from our office. My boss is, a fat overbearing, woman, who insists on being called Ms. KC Rider. She's not married and very authoritative, she always has to be 'right', and shouts and screams until she gets her own way. She thinks that the staff is all terrified of her, but we're not. She's just a sad old woman, with no friends. She dresses in 'an old fashioned' way – tweeds and her hair gelled back; which started the rumour that she's actually a 'leather clad – Bull dyke, at weekends!' 

Tommy is a little bit younger than I am; about 23, I'm 28. He thinks that he is 'God's gift to women'; six feet tall and dashingly handsome. He's always very well groomed and dresses immaculately. It's widely believed that he's screwed a couple of the young girls in accounts. 

When I sat back at my desk, there was another message waiting for me. "Are you wearing any knickers?" I swear that I blushed as I read it. I quickly scanned the room, but Tommy was missing.

I looked down at my linen trousers. Because they were a little bit transparent I was only wearing a very small white thong. 

I subtly walked to his desk waving a piece of paper. "Have you seen Tommy?" I asked Pete. Without looking up from his screen, he told me, "He's gone out on an appointment."

When I got back to my desk there was yet another message, "Well? Are you?"

I smiled at his cheek. I felt very naughty as I typed, "Yes, very small white ones." My heart was pounding as I pressed 'send'.

The rest of the afternoon dragged by. It seemed like I looked at my phone every two minutes, expecting another text message from Tommy.

As I got into my car, after the meal with my sister, I felt my phone vibrate. Sure enough, there was a message: "Are they around your ankles yet?"

Giggling, I quickly replied. "Hanging from the mirror!" 

"WOW! I wish I was there to watch!" Tommy immediately responded.

I switched my phone off and drove home with a nice smile on my face.

The next morning there was a message, from Tommy, waiting for me when I turned it back on, "In bed –playing tents - thinking of you."

I blushed like a teenager.

The messages between us carried on in this vein for the few more days. It was quite a thrill receiving and sending sexy texts. Tommy usually commented on my clothing and appeared fascinated with my underwear. Especially after he spotted my pants one day. "I saw your g-string when you bent over." He texted me.

"I don't think so!" I replied.

"Pink with a tiny red rose at the top." Shit! He had seen them.

"Very nice – a present?"

"No - I buy my own underwear." "I bet you have some really SEXY stuff in that drawer."

Each morning he would ask what colour my panties were. I became bolder as the time went on, and would describe my knickers and bra in detail (lacy white bra and matching thong, or black push-up bra with black French knickers). It certainly livened up my day, secretly flirting with my young colleague, especially when Ms KC Rider was in one of her moods.

Amazingly, Tommy and I never mentioned the messages to each other, and continued to work alongside each other as normal.

His messages became more personal and intimate.

"Bald/Porn Star/Furry?"

"Depends!" I replied.

"On what?"

"My mood."

"Today?"

"Furry." I chuckled as I pressed send. I had never told any of my girlfriends some of the things that I was now discussing by text, with my young work colleague.

"Tell me when it's bald!" He immediately replied.

"I will."

One night, when I was alone in my house, Tommy teased me, telling me about his girlfriend and the things that they 'got up to'. She must have been an exhibitionist, because of some of the places that they had had sex! I was getting turned on by his tales of sordid sex in cars, clubs and even on her parents' sofa when they were in the next room! He had even shared her with his flat mate, which she had enjoyed a little bit more than he had expected. After a couple more glasses of wine he got me to admit to some of my fantasies. I got carried away as I typed, when he told me that he was masturbating as he read my words. It all seemed so anonymous and very, very sexy. "What turns you on?" he typed as I sipped a glass of red wine.

"Oral." I replied.

"Giving or receiving?" That hit home. God! I loved sucking cocks when I was at college; and when someone went down on me – I was in Heaven! To be fair, I had only ever had two boyfriends that would do it to me, but when they did...I screamed the house down!

Even before the messages started I regularly masturbated. I had to; my sex life with my husband had deteriorated to 'once a month' with the light off. But recently my masturbating had becoming once or twice every day. Especially when Jason was working late, or left early in the morning, my trusty dildo would come out, and I would 'satisfy myself'. "Giving AND receiving." I continued

"Wow! Are you good?"

"Some people used to think so."

I went on to tell him that I loved the feel and taste of a cock in my mouth. I was squirming on my sofa as I told him how much I enjoyed feeling a cock tremble just before the climax. 

"When was the last time you received?"

"The week before my wedding! Lol!" It was true; Jason always refused to lick me, saying that he didn't like the smell!

"Tell me."

"On my Hen Night, I met a sailor, who told me that he had a seven inch tongue."

"And.....?"

"He had! Heaven!!!!!!!!"

"Did you suck him off?"

"It would have been rude not to!"

"Spit or swallow?"

"Swallow –loads and loads." My own hand was in my knickers at this stage.

"Would you like me to do that to you?"

"Maybe."

The thought of him licking my pussy as I sucked his cock had my fingers spinning over my clitoris. BOOM! My orgasm hit me right in the stomach. I was gasping for air as I saw the message light flashing again.

"I've just come!" it read.

"So have I!" I returned his message.

The following day, Tommy was already at his desk when I entered the office. "Are you wearing stockings?" the message read as I walked to my desk. "Maybe I am – maybe I'm not." My response whizzed back to him.

"You are – I can tell."

"How?" I responded.

"The ankles are wrinkled!" He was right I was wearing 10 denier, flesh coloured stockings and the ankles did wrinkle a little bit! 

The previous evening and last few weeks had really perked me up. I was now taking a little extra time choosing my work clothes, especially the underwear, knowing that he would be taking a very close interest. 

"Show me." The next message read.

"What do you mean?" I replied to him.

"Show me your stocking tops."

"I don't understand."

"I want to see up your dress.....Show me." 

Shocked and amazed at what he was suggesting, I tried to ignore the message. He persisted, sending message after message, "Show me – please."

I was struggling to concentrate on my work. Thankfully Ms KC Rider had gone out for the afternoon to see the manager of another office, another bitter, middle-aged woman, whom the guys thought was K C's submissive lesbian lover. Thankfully this was only office gossip, because I couldn't cope with the thought of those her enjoying any form of sex!

My phone flashed, as I sipped my coffee, "You know you want to, I can see your nipples poking out!" I looked down. He was right; my nipples were sticking right through my lacy pink bra and shirt. I shouldn't have been surprised. I couldn't sit still, as I tried to work out a way of flashing him, but only him. Five minutes later, as I walked past Pete's empty desk with a pile of paperwork, I bumped into a chair, spilling everything on the floor, "Shit!" I hissed.

"Just sit there, and leave this to me," I chided Tommy as he swivelled his seat, so he could face me.

Kneeling in front of him, I shuffled the papers together, making sure that my legs were just far enough apart for him to see up my dress and view my stocking tops and lacy panties.

It was all over in a matter of seconds, but my stomach was churning as I sauntered back to my desk. Sure enough, a message was waiting for me. "You've given me a hard on." " Ha, ha, ha! That'll teach you!" I jokingly replied. "I need to go for a wank!" I turned to see him, but he was facing his computer screen. Absolutely shocked, I couldn't think of a reply. He sent a second one straight after, "I really do, I need a wank. You looked soooooo sexy." I was still reading it when he slowly walked past me, stopping to place a sales order on my desk. My eyes went straight to his groin. MY GOD! He really did have an erection. Without speaking he turned and walked towards the men's room. 

My eyes were transfixed on the door. Five minutes later, he approached my desk.

"There are a couple of things on that order that you will have to adjust for me, before it goes to the boss." He bluffed, as he dropped something onto the papers, before returning to his own desk.

I couldn't believe my eyes. He'd left a ball of squashed tissues. I tentatively touched it. It was still wet. The dirty bastard!

My phone flashed, "Do you like my present? Think of me when you smell it."

I don't know why, but I picked it up, and secretly sniffed the warm, wet, cum filled tissue, in a room full of people. The smell was intoxicating. I sniffed it again -Pure Sex. My stomach was turning cartwheels, and my heart skipping beats, as I clicked the new message on my phone again.

" It's your turn now, play with yourself." It took five attempts, but with trembling fingers I typed the word, "Alright" and rushed to the ladies toilet, with 'my present' in my hand.

Checking that there was no one else in the cubicles, I found the cleanest one and locked the door.

I pressed myself against the wall, lifted my dress above my waist, stroked my thighs through my stockings, and slid my hand down the front of my tiny g-string. My pussy was already soaking wet and red-hot as my fingers smeared my love-juice over my engorged lips. I was panting as quietly as possible when my fingers flicked and rubbed my clitoris, while I pressed Tommy's spunk stained tissue to my nose. It stunk of stale cum, but it was such an aphrodisiac, I couldn't inhale it quick enough, as my fingers whizzed over my tingling love button. "Ugh, ugh, ugh." I grunted as quietly as possible when my orgasm fizzed in my pussy and stomach.

"Cathy? Is that you?" Jeanette asked, from the next cubicle, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, ehm, its just stomach cramps. I'll be alright in a few minutes, thanks." I called back, still trembling from my orgasm.

As I took my seat, everyone but Tommy was hard at work. He just sat grinning at me. I looked at my phone. Of course there was a message waiting for me, "Did you enjoy that? Tell me all about it in the Adelphi Bar after work."

That's when Part 2 began.

Cathy.



The Joy of Text Sex Ch. 02



As I walked into the Adelphi Bar, my phone buzzed, 'Message'. Of course it was from Tommy, 'There in 5 minutes, get me a pint of lager, sit in the window seat.'

I smiled and followed my instructions, sitting at a table in front of the large window, with our drinks.

Sure enough Tommy sauntered in right on time, strutting across the room like a peacock. He bent forward. As he kissed me on the lips, his hand slid straight up my dress, tickling my thigh, above the lace top of my stockings.

"Stop it! Someone might see!" I chuckled as I grabbed his wrist.

"That's the idea!" he laughed as he squeezed my flesh, and quickly removed his hand.

"You like playing games, don't you?" I asked. Grinning, he sipped his beer then told me, "I love it! Just love it! It gets the blood flowing...doesn't it?" Then he looked at me. He was right, it did get 'my blood flowing'. I just blushed and looked away.

"You like my games too, don't you?" he asked, without waiting for an answer, "The Texts really turned you on, didn't they?" he continued, "You've never done anything like this before? Have you?"

I didn't know which question to answer first, so I just smiled, sipped my wine and nodded.

"Ha, ha, ha," he laughed, "I bet you're still wet from fingering yourself this afternoon, aren't you?" Tommy slipped his hand back up my dress, "Open your legs."

I scanned the room. It was quite busy, but most people were standing around the bar talking and drinking. Feeling deliciously naughty, I slightly spread my knees for him. With only a small table to hide my modesty, his fingers stroked my pussy through my tiny knickers. I nearly choked on my wine as they pressed the cotton in between my swollen lips. I had to re-adjust myself, placing my foot on the table leg, as he deftly pulled my thong to one side with one finger as another slid inside my pussy. 

I closed my eyes and sighed as he twisted it round and round, in a room full of strangers. I tried to be as discrete as possible, sipping my wine and listening intently to his small talk as his fingers gently stroked my labia and dipped in and out of my hot pussy. Tommy rested his head on my shoulder, whispering in my ear, "I bet that you wish that it was my cock in you." I glanced at him and nodded as I bit my lip. "What time have you got to be home?" 

"Ugh," I gulped as he crooked his finger inside my pussy, "Nine –ten o'clock." I gasped. 

"Shit! Stop it! Someone's watching! Stop it!" I suddenly hissed as I grabbed his wrist. 

Two young guys were standing with their backs to the bar, huge grins lighting up their faces as they watched Tommy fingering me, under the table. 

Tommy howled with laughter at my embarrassment. Gulping down his beer he took my hand, "Let's go back to my place. I need to fuck you!"

I tried not to make 'eye-contact' with the two guys as we went past them.

"Go on my son!" One of them grunted, "I think she's ready!" Tommy couldn't stop laughing as we walked the few hundred yards to his flat.

"You loved that didn't you?" I shouted at him.

He swung me into a shop doorway, pressed me against the locked door and pulled my dress up over my hips, "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!" he whispered before he stuck his tongue down my throat, "That's what you want? Isn't it?"

My arms were wrapped around his neck and I responded to his kiss by pushing my own tongue into his mouth, not caring that anyone walking past would have been able to see my knickers and stockings.

Further along the street, as we passed a bus stop full of schoolboys, the wind caught the back of my dress and blew it up, exposing my stockings. My thong was so small they probably thought that I wasn't wearing any knickers! When I told him what had happened, Tommy made me walk past a second time, but they had all gone. Flashing three old ladies didn't seem quite as exciting. "Come on! Or I'll have to fuck you in the street!" he chuckled as we scurried along the street.

When we entered his flat I swear that my pussy was so wet, my thong was actually dripping with 'love juice'. Tommy threw me onto his sofa and dived between my legs with his face. His tongue lapped at my pussy through my panties; his hands stroking my stocking clad legs. 

"Oh, oh, ooh, yes, yes, Ohhhh!" I groaned as he pulled my thong to one side and touched my labia with his tongue. My legs were now as wide as possible, one ankle hooked over the top of the couch.

"Yes, yes, yes! Oh yes, Tommy, Tommy, Ohhhhh yeessss!" I groaned louder as he drank my love juice, separating my lips with his tongue. My head was rolling from side to side as I neared my orgasm. I couldn't stop myself pulling my tits out of my bra and teasing my nipples.

"YEEEESSSS!" I screamed as he inserted two fingers into my sopping hole, "YEEEESSSS!" My hands were now gripping his head pressing it harder against my tingling vagina.

When I let go, he began kissing my thighs, pubes and love-lips. I was gasping for air, as he stood up.

"My turn now! Do you want to suck me off?" His face was shining with my excess juices, as he threw his shirt on the floor.

"What do you think?" I teased as I unbuttoned my dress, looking at the bulge in his pants. "I haven't had a cock in my mouth for two years!" Tommy was now standing naked, in front of me. His cock was jutting out like a flagpole. I nearly licked my lips at the sight of his throbbing meat.

With my dress lying on a nearby chair and my bra on the table, I threw my soaking thong at him, "Come here!" 

He caught it in his left hand and put it straight to his nose, "Mmmmmm, I love the scent of a woman!" he chuckled as he positioned himself beside my head, one knee on the sofa, the other on the carpet.

I wrapped my left hand around his thick shaft and greedily sucked on the fat bell-end. "Oh God! This is good!" I thought, as I drew more of his sweaty cock into my mouth, licking and sucking at the same time, it only made me hornier when I saw my gold wedding ring shining against his hot shaft.

Tommy's hands stroked my hair and tits as I gobbled on his lovely cock. I steadied myself by holding one of his firm arse cheeks with one hand and grabbed his hairy balls with the other. 

"Oh yes, you are good!" he hissed, "Your husband doesn't know what he's missing. You must have been popular at College if you sucked cock like this! OHH YESSS! That's good, oh Cathy, Cathy, Cathy, what a fucking cocksucker you are!"

I was trying to send him a telepathic message, "Finger my pussy!" I was aching to have his fingers rammed into it, but he continued playing with my sensitive breasts.

My tongue ran along his long shaft, taking in every single blue vein that was wrapped around it. I coated his bright purple knob with my spit making it nice and smooth. His balls throbbed when I encompassed the velvet like tip in my mouth. Tommy's cock tasted so good, I wanted to eat it. I was in Heaven as I sucked and blew on this magnificent monster. Oh God! I couldn't stop myself – it was just like being back in College, my hands were rubbing and squeezing his hairy balls and cock so hard, I knew that he couldn't last much longer. I didn't care if he wouldn't be able to fuck me afterwards; I needed to taste his spunk. 

My mouth was now causing a vacuum; I was sucking so hard.

Tommy gripped my head, "Ugh, ugh! I'm coming, I'm coming!" he grunted as my fingers nearly ripped his dick and balls out of their roots!

He tensed up, as his hips rocked back and forth. He was now fucking my mouth and BLAM! Jet after jet of hot, lumpy spunk was shot into my mouth. I sucked even harder, drawing every last ounce of jism out of his body. I'd forgotten how nice a man's spunk tasted. Hot, salty and slightly bitter; it slid down my throat, MMMmmmm. 

"Fucking Hell Cathy! Fucking Hell!" Tommy groaned, as I continued licking and sucking his deflating cock. "Oh shit! That was fanfuckingtastic! What a fucking cocksucker!"

I sat back, smirking as I licked the last of his spunk from my lips. Tommy stood, trembling, as he tugged on his softening cock. 

Tommy went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine. His cock was swinging from side to side when he walked back across the living room with my glass. 

As he took a seat along the sofa from me, I took a long sip and cheekily asked, "Are you finished?"

"What do you mean?" he laughed.

I pointed to his dangling cock, "Is their anything left in there?"

The wine tasted lovely as it slid down my throat, mixing with his salty spunk.

"Why? What do you want now?" He laughed, at my eagerness.

I whispered, "A fuck would be nice." Tommy gave his dick a little shake, and shrugged his shoulders, "After that blow job, I'm not sure if I can get it hard again!" Taking another sip of wine, I cheekily told him, "Leave that to me!" I then moved down the sofa and rubbed my stocking clad foot across his hairy tummy and chest before I curled it onto the top of the sofa, totally exposing my neatly trimmed soaking wet quim for him. 

"Fucking Hell, Cathy! Your cunt's blowing bubbles!" He joked as he stared at my wet opening. 

"I know!" I giggled as I stroked it, smearing my dribbling juices around my protruding lips.

It had the desired effect – his cock began to twitch.

"MMMmmmm," I purred as I tickled my rosebud like clitoris. Still nonchalantly sipping my wine, I slid my middle finger into my pussy as my thumb tickled my clit.

My young lover's cock began filling with blood, and began pointing directly at me. 

Tommy wrapped his fingers around his own shaft and began wanking in time with my own rubbing. I now had two fingers sliding in and out of my red hot hole as my thumb rubbed vigorously against my pleasure button, while Tommy's hand was like an Express train, wanking his expanding shaft. In the time it took for my orgasm to go from my toes to my nose he was 'rock hard' again.

My nipples were actually aching, as I panted, "That didn't take long, did it?" He leant forward, took my glass from my hand, placing it on a small table and kissed me full on the lips. I swooned as his tongue touched mine. His body hair was scratching my nipples as he manoeuvred himself on top of my willing body.

Our tongues were still inter-twined, as his knob nudged against my love-tunnel. "Ohhhh shhhiiittt!" I gasped as his big cock took my breath away. 

With his arm now under my already raised leg, he forced it over my shoulder. Tommy then dropped all of his weight onto my slender frame, making his cock slide deep inside my cunt. "Fuck me, fuck me Tommy, fuck me!" I groaned as his hips began moving, "Oh yes, that's good, that's good." I moaned as he began fucking me like a wild animal.

"This is what you've been wanting, isn't it?" He shouted as he tried to kiss me, "You've wanted to fuck like this for weeks, haven't you?" 

When his lips connected to mine, I could taste was my own dried pussy juice from when he had licked me. The taste and smell was awesome.

"Months! I've wanted to fuck like this for months!" I wheezed, as his pumping became more of a pounding. We fucked like this for ages/minutes/hours? I lost track of time. 

My eyes were like saucers when he finally raised himself onto his hands, both of my legs now over my shoulders, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" I screamed.

Tommy continued pounding my pussy as I howled like a bitch on heat, "Aaaaahhhhggg! Yyyyeeesssss, you bastaaaarrrddddd!"

"Uh, oh, uh." He grunted, as, sweat dripping from his forehead, he shifted his body allowing my legs to flop back into their natural position. We clung together for what seemed an age, gently kissing and stroking each other as his cock continued, slowly, fucking my pussy. "Get on all fours." He grinned. I complied, kneeling over the edge of the sofa, automatically spreading my legs, waiting for a final hard fucking.

"Wait there, just like that!" he told me and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Close your eyes, I've got a surprise for you." He called to me. Grinning, I did as I was told, dragging two cushions under my stomach. Tommy knelt behind me, his cock felt so hard, as it touched my thigh, I thought that it might explode any moment. I was trembling with excitement, when he told me, "Spread your cheeks!" I pressed my face into the back of the sofa and pulled my buttocks apart for his visual pleasure. I shivered when I felt something cold and wet drip between my cheeks, slowly sliding down my arse crack. 

Tommy squeezed the tube again, making the cold jelly land straight onto my chocolate starfish, making me shiver. He then smeared it all along the crack, touching the tight skin around my 'other hole', making me shake with anticipation. He didn't say a word, but I knew what he wanted to do to me. By now, my heart was thumping, my stomach churning, and my cunt dripping as I braced myself for my very first ever, anal experience.

When Tommy was satisfied that there was enough lubrication, he nudged my chocolate starfish with his fat knob. As the head entered me, I had to stifle a yelp, by biting a cushion. At first I was terrified that he was going to make me shit myself, but I didn't. The urge to scream took over, as inch after inch filled my tight little arsehole, "AAAAaaaggghhHHH!" I squealed. Tommy froze, for a moment. "I'm sorry," he grunted, and started to withdraw his cock from my tiny hole. "No, no, no! Don't stop! Keep it in." I gasped as my arsehole stung and ached at the same time. 

He grasped my hips and slowly, gently fucked my arse.

I couldn't believe how much this was hurting me, but I was enjoying every tiny second.

My arse was now becoming numb. He increased his speed, ramming all six inches up my shithole, until his rough pubes rubbed against my soft bum flesh. "Oh yes!" He snorted as yet another inch of cock filled my bowels; "You're so fucking tight, Cath. I can feel every fucking vein up here!" "I know, I know!" I gasped he tried to split me in two.

The jelly was now making it so easy for his big fat cock to enter me, but his cock still felt so fucking huge. I wasn't in half as much pain, now, as I pressed backwards to meet his every thrust. 

"Ugh!" I grunted every time his knob pushed in and touched my cavity wall, "Ooh!" every time it withdrew!

I was clinging onto the sofa with one hand, as I massaged his balls, dangling between our legs, with the other.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" he groaned as my fingernails dug into his sack. "Ohhhh Yeeesss!" he hissed as his cock tried to break through the membrane leading into my belly, then he suddenly tensed up. Tommy's cock expanded one last time as his balls went into spasms, sending a load of scalding cum deep inside my arsehole. "OOOOHHHH FFFFUUUCcccckkk, Cccaatthhhyy!" he groaned, as his body deflated like a burst balloon. My lover gurgled and dribbled as he rested his head in the nape of my neck, while his fat cock twitched in my once tight hole.

He slowly disengaged himself from me, kissing each notch of my spine as he dropped onto his knees, finally giving my buttocks two big sloppy kisses. 

As I turned over, to sit back down, "Ppphhhuurrt!" my sloppy hole made the rudest of noises as the air that he had just forced into my once tight hole made its' way back out, spraying my thighs with excess spunk!

My whole body ached, as I lay spread-eagled, gasping for breath.

We stayed like this until I finally looked at my watch – it was gone 10pm!

I scurried around the room picking up my discarded clothing. When I was finally dressed, I checked my mobile phone – 'MESSAGE'.

It was a text from my husband, "Will be home late – midnight – sorry! Hope you're having a good time."