Alex liked blowjobs...

When I was taking night-school classes in photography, back in the very early nineties, I got very friendly with a girl called Alex. She was really pretty, curly hair, a great figure, really pretty face. We sometimes sat together in the refectory during break and, as often happens when you’re in your early twenties and desperate for a shag, conversation turned to sex. She was very honest and very upfront and I tried to be the same, but it was clear which one of us was the more experienced.

Towards the end of October, during one of our chats, it came out that she’d split up with her boyfriend, as he’d been playing around with one of her friends. I was single at that time and I hoped something might happen, but a few weeks went by and although we’d started to flirt, nothing did. When the course ended for the Christmas break, we arranged to go out for something to eat.

We met up for the evening and both of us had made the effort - she looked spectacular, in a tight-fitting roll-neck and a skirt that skimmed the tops of her knees. She’d done her hair and make-up and, if I wasn’t so pessimistic, I’d have said she was dressed for a date. We got our table, caught up, ordered and ate and over desert she said “If you take me home, we can mess about.”

She was clearly horny, clearly up for it and so was I. I took her back to her place and, on the drive, admitted that she was looking to get back with her boyfriend, but wanted to experiment a little first. I didn’t say much. She got us both a big glass of wine, we sat in the lounge and talked a bit about work and college and then she quickly changed the subject to the fact that she really enjoyed giving blow jobs. We drained our wine, talked and laughed a bit more, then she ordered me to take off my trousers. I was amazed, happy and incredibly horny, all at the same time and so I did.

Alex steered me around in front of her and, still fully clothed, grabbed my already hard cock. “Nice,” she said and then sucked it into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down with enthusiasm. She made it wet, very wet, there was saliva everywhere, down my balls and all over her hand, which she was using to stroke me while she sucked. Now and then she'd pull back, look me in the eye, and then spit more saliva onto my cock. I’d never experienced anything like it before and it seemed a brilliantly nasty thing for a very pretty girl to be doing and I liked it.

The sensation was electric, so I put my hand on the side of her head and pulled her up, kissing her hard, her mouth and chin wet. She began stroking my balls.

“You’re going to me me cum,” I said, “and quickly.”

“Not too quickly I hope,” she said cheerily and slid her skirt down. She was wearing black tights and no knickers. I could see the damp patch at her crotch. “So do you want to come in my mouth or do you want to fuck me?"

“How about both?” I said.

“Good answer,” she smiled and slid her tights down. Her pussy was gleaming. I kissed her again, pulled off my shirt and then helped her get her roll-neck off. Her bra came off at the same time. Her tits looked perfect, with small hard nipples and I rubbed them with my palm as we kissed. I licked my way down her neck, reaching around to kiss and nibble just behind her ear. Long hairs tickled my lips, and I moved down to her tits, teasing her pink nipples with my tongue and sucking on each one in turn.

She spat into her hand and stroked me to make sure I was hard and then led me out of the lounge and into her bedroom. She flicked on the lamp and I saw an instamatic on the bedside cabinet.

“Use it,” she said and laid down on her back, spreading her legs wide. I took a shot of her holding herself as she looked delicious, so perfect. I got onto the bed and leaned down to bury my face in that soft fuzz and tongued the moist pink flesh lightly. She gasped and I looked up, smiling at her, revelling in the sight of her naked, open and inviting.

Alex licked her fingers and started to stroke her pussy. When she spread her lips I leaned forward and slowly eased my cock into her. Smiling at me, she put her arms around my neck and drew me on top of her. I began to thrust slowing but after a few minutes she whispered in my ear, "You can fuck me harder." Our tempo increased until I was pounding into her, the sound of bodies colliding, our skin slapping. After a few minutes, I leaned back and knelt up. She put her feet on my chest and I flicked my tongue over the tips of her toes, which made her giggle.

I thrust into her and her breast shook with each one. We were fucking hard and fast now and she was gasping and making grunting noises. I grabbed the camera, took another couple of shots, wanting to get her closed eyes and the way she was biting her lip. I fucked her harder, her pussy warm and juicy and she reached under, stroking my balls. That was it, the tipping point.

“I’m going to cum,” I said.

“Oh,” she gasped, “on my face, on my face.”

I pulled out and leaned forward, pushing my pelvis as near to her face as possible. She grabbed my cock and began to wank it, fast and furious. She pushed her arms up, pressed her breasts together, making them look even more voluptuous. Head lifted up, leaning as far forward as possible, mouth wide open, tongue sticking out, pink and hungry, making little licking motions in the air, just inches away from my cock.

And I came.

She kept wanking me and my spunk sprayed over her, splashing on her tongue and lips, crossing her cheeks, dripping to her shoulders. She pointing my cock towards her tits and small amounts dropped there, then she put her mouth on the head, flicking it with her tongue.

When I was finally done, I leaned back and sat between her legs, grinning like a fool and catching my breath.

She sat up and smiled at me. There was cum on her cheek and chin, and fine droplets in her hair. And when I thought it couldn't get any better, she wiped her cum-spattered breast and licked her finger.

Sadly, we never fucked again and she got back with her boyfriend. I haven’t spoken to her in years but remembering this, I wish I could find her even if to just say hello and thank you.

Christina's belly

Because it's beautiful and I simply can't get enough of it! Three pictures for your delectation, hope you enjoy.

Mags

This is Mags, who is married to an old schoolfriend of mine. He's away, serving in the forces and she decided to send him some photo's to remember her. Knowing I was in the business, she asked me and I readily agreed. I told her about the blog, told her how beautiful she looked and asked if I could post some of the photographs here. She agreed.

Mags, everyone...

Blowjob time!

In addition to putting up a new free "quickie" at Smashwords (it's called Christina Masturbates and you can download it at this link - hope you enjoy it), I have also put another one up called Christina's Skool Daze BJ.

I like it, it's another free "quickie" (downloaded it here) but here's a little sample....

She was still wanking me and leaned back, her lips shiny with saliva and gave her full attention to my cock. She squeezed it in the middle and watched as a clear drop of cum slid out of the top. Sticking out her tongue, she flicked the tip at my cockhead and licked the dribble up. The tantalising sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through my cock and up my spine. She stuck out her tongue again and began to flick the tip of my cock quickly, almost in a frenzy.

Christina parted her ruby red lips and sucked my cock into her mouth. Securely gripping it between her lips, she sucked the head of my cock like it was the last cock she would ever blow. The sensation was exquisite and the suction was so great, it felt as if drops of cum were being sucked right out of me. When she released the suction and slowly worked her way up the length of my cock till all of it was in her mouth, I wanted to sit down, the pleasure was so intense. As she swallowed as much as she could, I felt her breath on my lower belly.

Carole

Through the photography group, I occasionally get asked to do private work - portraits of families and various loved ones, even the pet.  Sometimes - and it doesn't happen very often, just in case anyone thinks I really do live the life of Reilly - I get asked to take a series of shots for people who need a bit of a boost.

This can mean a whole lot of things, but as follows the thread of this blog and my new-found singledom, I get asked by recently divorced or separated people to take pictures of them.  For some it gives them a new lease of life, allowing themselves to become something other than the wounded soldier they are in their heads.  I have no problem with this, I think it's good and healthy.

Carole has just turned 50, her husband has decided he wants to see what else is out there and after three kids, she's understandably feeling a bit down.  She got in touch, I spoke with her, we arranged a session.

She was a natural.  As we talked, discussing our various issues, it came out about this blog and she was really interested in it, to the extent she said she might try something like it herself.  I asked if I could use some of the shots, obviously hiding her identity and she agreed.  Nothing untoward happened, the session ran well and we got on very well.

Anyway, here's Carole.  And, as per our arrangement, if anyone likes what they see, get in touch with me on petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass the emails on!

Enjoy.

My friend Jess

This is Jess, a friend of mine from way back who - very briefly - became something a little more after my ex-wife & I split up. Thankfully we both saw sense quickly and went back to being very good friends but, I have to say, that couple of weeks were intense.

Jess is single and interested (and very interesting!), so she's both okayed me posting her pics here and also said not to hide her identity. If anyone wants to get in touch with her, email me at petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass them on to her!

And these are a little bit ruder - the first shows her in a (very) lovely pose, the other is the only picture I have of us two shagging.

Lots of fun with Kate's arse!

I’d seen Kate a couple of times and we got on well. After the third date, we started sleeping over - a nice meal, a few glasses of wine, a shag and then off in the morning. After a week or so, whilst we were engaging in pillow talk, she confessed that she’d love to try anal sex but was worried that it’d hurt. I was no help, on the few occasions I’ve tried it, it has been painful. Kate had read that a massage often helped to relax, so I offered.

“Would you mind?” she asked.

“Of course not.”

“And I have a butt plug I picked up from an Ann Summers party, we could perhaps use that to open me up, see how it goes.”

I couldn’t wait. Our next date was the Wednesday and after I arrived at hers, we had a meal and sat chatting and then I offered to start the massage. She was more than up for it, so we went up to her bedroom, put a towel down and I told her to strip off and lay down. I got the oil and butt plug from the bathroom and made a start.

Not wanting to freak her out, I started at her neck and shoulders, then worked my way down her back on to her legs. I used long, hard strokes and took my times, enjoying the light mewling noises she was making. I made wide loops across her buttocks, moving down her legs to her toes, then back up.

“Work on my arse,” she muttered dreamily and so I did, pressing deep and hard, really working into the muscles.

That process kept her cheeks opening and closing, showing off her arsehole and the lower portion of her pussy lips. I kept working the cheeks, pushing deeper between them with each stroke until I couldn’t help but hold them open to stare at her hole. I bent forward and kissed it gently and then began lightly biting her buttocks. Her murmurs of appreciation spurred me on, so I licked my index finger and bent forward again.

Kate positioned herself so that she was more comfortable, pushing her arse up as she did so and as I licked and kissed her buttocks, I tapped her arsehole gently with my finger. The first time, she groaned out loud but the more I did it, the more the groans became purrs. I kept pressing, harder and harder until my finger slid inside her. I pushed it in to the knuckle, still kissing and licking her and she said, “Oh fucking hell, Pete, fucking hell.”

I picked up the butt plug. It was black, fairly short in length but quite thick at the largest part before retreating to a narrow neck. I rubbed a liberal amount of oil on it and then rubbed my oily hands all over her saliva covered asshole. Spreading her cheeks with my fingers, I began to rub and touch the tip of the plug to her hole. I felt just a little tensing from her and rubbed gently for a little longer, letting her return to full comfort.

“Relax and enjoy it,” I said and started to push the tip of the plug inside her.

I waited for her to get comfortable, then worked the tip in and out going deeper with each stroke. Her hole looked very sweet as it continued to relent and allow the plug to go further. I heard a small groan as the widest part was reached. Giving her time, letting her cheeks close around the plug and my hand, I rubbed her cheeks with my free hand.

“Yes,” she gasped, “go on, push it.”

I started stroking her again with my hand, pulling her cheeks as wide as I could and put pressure on the plug. It sank further and wow, what a sight. The wide portion breached her and the plug sank fully into her and she moaned.

”Okay, flip over onto your back.”

I helped her move and most of the movements made her shiver. “That feels so good in my arse,” she said, “I never knew it’d feel like that.”

I laid her down, smeared more oil on my hands and began to massage her. I spent a lot of time on her tits, rubbing them and the nipples until they stood proud. I worked further down her body, avoiding her pussy, working on her thighs and legs and feet. Every now and again, her toes would curl.

I moved up her legs and decided now it was time to start working on her pussy. I worked her outer lips, gently moving them back and forth and up and down until she was biting her lips and moaning. Then I parted them, touching the inner lips and her clit. There was a lot of juice there, it was literally trickling down her arse.

As I rubbed her, slowly wanking her off, the sounds she was making were just amazing to listen to. I reached down and moved the plug slightly, trying to keep up a rhythm.

My cock was rock hard now, but I tried to forget about it, wanting to finish Kate off and see what happened next. I started to play more seriously with her clit, licking it and sucking it and the harder I pressed, the more rapid her breathing got. Within minutes, I felt her tense and her legs began to twitch.

With her clit between my lips, my tongue flicking at the tip and my hands wrapped under her touching the plug, she tensed completely and came with a wonderful full body shaking. I stopped licking her, knowing how sensitive she got and resumed some light massage on her belly until her breathing returned to normal.

She opened her eyes and smiled lazily at me. “How about if I roll over again?”

I kissed her deeply, pulled off my shirt and slid my trousers and boxers down. She grabbed my cock, wanking it lightly. “That’d be great,” I said.

I helped her roll onto her front and she pushed her arse up while I slid a pillow under her belly. I checked her arse. More oil had dribbled around the plug and I began to move it around, then slowly and carefully began to remove it from her arsehole.

Her arse began to close so I slid a finger gently inside. It felt wonderful. My cock was raging by then, so I slid a condom on, slicked some of the oil over it and positioned myself on the bed.

“I’ll be gentle,” I said.

“Fuck me, Jack….”

I propped myself up, hands on either side of her and slid my cock up and down between her cheeks. I leaned back, knelt up and looked down. The head of my cock touched her arsehole, making it pulse slightly. I leaned forward, taking my weight on my arms and pressed my cock against her sphincter. I leaned further, nibbling her shoulder and put my mouth beside her ear.

“This looks great, my cock is sliding into your arse.”

“Does it look good?”

“Fucking brilliant.”

I pushed and she gasped as her arse relented and I slid in until my balls were against her wet pussy. It was so tight, it was fucking incredibly and I felt so horny I wasn’t quite sure how long I’d last. I began to move, slowly thrusting into her and moved so that I could play with her clit at the same time.

I wish I could say that I lasted for hours but it wouldn’t be true. I flicked her clit like I was an Olympian and as soon as she’d cum again, her arse pinching my cock, I came too. I kept pumping inside her, not wanting this to end and then dipped my head forward, to kiss between her shoulder blades.

“Was that what you expected?” I asked, once I’d got my breath back. “Because it was better than I thought it was going to be, much better.”

“Oh yes,” she said, “we’re going to do that again!”

Cheeky Karina

The topic at the photography club this week was light and shade and we had a wonderful model in, a lovely and busty young Polish woman called Karina. I asked her to show me a cheeky expression, this is what I got.

Thanks to Karina, for her permission to publish this!