Flashback to the 90s

For a brief few months in early 1992 I was seeing a student nurse called Anna.  She was a very dirty girl, in the best sense of the world and our affair - which burned fast and hard - was great fun.

I wonder where she is now?  Anyway, this is what she was like in 1992.

Celia (in her kitchen)

Some of Christina's friends know that I'm a photographer, some of them know that occasionally I take rude pics but not too many of them - understandably enough - know about this blog.

One who does is an old schoolfriend of hers called Celia.  I'm still not quite sure how it happened - I think wine was involved - but Celia found out, read it, liked it and wanted to get involved.  I went over to her place this afternoon, Celia and Christina got a little tipsy and this is the set that came out of it all.

Sometimes, you know, photography is so much fun you almost feel guilty about it!  Speaking of fun, Celia has also asked me to note that if you want to send her a message, do so through me - at petermorgan1969@gmail.com - and I'll pass them on.

Enjoy!

It's blowjob time!

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Art or porn?

I like it, so I think it's probably art but who cares - it's my cock and Christina's feet!  Win win!

What do you think?

"Donna" (a readers wife)

I got an email from Sam the other day (and just to remind you, it's petermorgan1969@gmail.com, if you want to send me something!). He wrote:

"I know you love juicy tits and pussies and lovely bellies, so I thought I'd send some pics over of my girl Donna. She's lovely, as you'll see. And if you're ever up Salford way, give us a shout, because she'd do you and I'd love to see it."

So there you go - cheers, Sam and Donna and thanks for the pics. If I'm ever up in Salford, I'll give you a shout!

Pam, a dancer

The exercise at the Photography Group this week was form and Andy, the 'chairman of the board', pulled a blinder and brought in a friend of his called Pam, who's a dancer.  She had terrific control of her body, was lithe and beautiful to light and a delight to work with.

I mentioned the blog to her, she went away to check it and I've just had an email from her saying that she'd love to appear.  So here she is, grace and beauty personified...

Molly poses...

Another job I got through the Photography group - this is great stuff.

Molly is a late-fortysomething lady with a great sense of humour, a good body and a really flirty nature.  Her bloke, Pete, is a driver and to spice things up (so she told me) they sometimes arrange that they'll meet in a hotel somewhere, pretend they're strangers and get busy.

He's going to be away for the next fortnight, driving various dignitaries, so Molly asked me to shoot a set with her, which she would then text pictures from whilst he was away.  I thought it was a great idea, we got a room at the Ibis and took a whole load of shots.  I explained about my blog, Molly thought it was a great idea (I think she got a bit of a thrill out of it, to be honest) and so here are some of the out-takes.

Enjoy!

New Years Eve Shag

For New Years, we went to a party at Christina’s friend Angela’s house.  You might remember her as the host of the party where I muff-dived Christina outside, which turned back of us on no end!  So it was with some measure of excitement that I went.

The party was great, we had a good time and a little drunk and by the time the cab dropped us off after 3 in the morning, we were randy and tipsy and ready to see 2014 in ‘in style’!

I led Christina into the bedroom and she fell onto the bed, on her back and gave me a seductive, come-hither look.

I was only too happy to oblige. I got on the bed on all fours, over her and grabbed the edge of her top, quickly pulling it over her head. She was wearing plain white lingerie – t-shirt bra and high cut knickers, but I left them until later, kissing her again. Slowly, I moved up to her neck, then along her collarbone and down.  I kissed the warm, soft skin of her tits then pulled her bra up, her nipples immediately hard. I licked and sucked each one, making her groan and she put her hand on the back of my head, keeping it there.

After a few moments, I shifted my mouth from one nipple to the other and as I swirled my tongue on her, she was almost purring. I moved further back, kissing down to her stomach and dipping my tongue into her belly button, which made her squirm. I reached her knickers and slid them over her thighs.  She lifted her legs for me and I brushed my lips against her toes as she put her feet above my head.  I pulled her knickers off and tossed them behind me.

Her pussy was exposed and glistening and I could smell her, which aroused me even more.  We locked eyes and I smiled at her, putting my hands on her knees and pushing her legs apart.  I bent forward and blew softly on her pussy, making her shiver, then put my mouth over it and sucked.  She let out a stuttering moan, arching her back as if trying to push herself deeper into me. I sucked on her clitoris and swirled my tongue over it, grazing it ever so slightly with my teeth before moving back down to her slit. I pushed my tongue in as far as it would go, savouring her taste and swallowing it down and she was almost panting now. I moved my tongue faster, concentrating on her clit, harder and harder until she began to breathe more heavily.

Seeing and hearing her so close to completion only made me increase my activity. I worked her pussy with everything I could think of to make her feel good and when she moved her legs, draping them over my shoulders, I could feel her calves quivering. I kept going, faster and faster until she came with a loud, sharp gasp and her whole body seemed to tighten, the muscles in her legs bunching up and squeezing my head lightly.

She was spent and breathing heavily, so I let her legs slide off my shoulders and laid next to her. I was about to ask if she was okay, when she threw her arms around me and began smothering me with kisses. She kissed me ferociously, passionately, rolling on top of me. She finally broke the kisses with “I want you in me now, Pete..” Her eyes were alight, her voice husky.

”Whatever you say,” I said, between kisses.

Her hands were suddenly undoing my belt and then she pulled my zip down.  I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it away.  Christina pushed my trousers down in one swift movement and I helped her.  She left my boxers on and straddled my knees, reaching for my cock. I was as hard as rock, aching for her touch and I moaned when she stroked me through the fabric. She pulled the waistband of the boxers up gently until my cock popped free, they were were off and I was as naked as she was.

She wrapped her fingers around my cock and began to pump it slowly, running her hands up and down. I groaned, putty in her hands. She kissed the tip of my cock then opened her mouth and licked the underside. Just as she was about to take me in her mouth, I held her arm.

“I’m so fucking horny,” I said, “I don’t want to cum in your mouth. Let me fuck you.”

“But I want to give you a blowjob.”

“I know,” I said and reached down, to massage her clit. She closed her eyes, lost to everything and moved herself until she was straddling my hips. I held my cock up and it brushed against her pussy lips, making us both gasp.

She eased herself down, slowly and gently, until she was resting on my hips, my cock completely swallowed up by her pussy.

"Oh God, that feels so good,” she whispered.

She began to rock her hips up and down, building up speed, until she was literally bouncing on my cock. She was gasping and groaning with every thrust I made, consumed with pleasure. I gripped her hips and we worked out a wonderful, pleasurable, powerful rhythm, with me pounding into her. Her tits jumped as she moved and I grabbed at them, pulling on her nipples as we picked up the pace.

She bent at the waist, still working her hips, to kiss me on the lips. The sound of her groin hitting mine was wonderful and I ran my hands up and down her back, still thrusting hard into her.

She was panting now. "Oh, I’m going to cum.”

“Do it, cum for me.”

She sat up and I kept my left hand on her tit, playing with her nipple and slid the thumb of my right hand between, the add extra friction to her clit.  She threw her head back, crying out with pleasure. A red blush spread across her chest and her pussy walls gripped my cock tightly but I kept thrusting hard. 

A few moments later she reached back to caress my balls and that was it, with a shout I came in her, emptying my balls into her flexing pussy.  She rode me until I was done and then laid on me, kissing my lips and cheek, still breathing heavily.

“Wow,” she said, “that was a fuck.”

“Yeah, happy new year.”

She giggled and rolled off me, my cock sliding out of her pussy with a wet sound.  She laid next to me, an arm draped over my chest, her nipples still hard as they pressed into my side.

“Yes,” she said, “happy new year Pete.”