Dinner with friends, then oral fun!

We’d been out for dinner with friends, a lovely evening with great company for a - quite frankly - terrific meal.  It was almost midnight by the time we made it back to the car, both of us were happy and Christina was just a little bit tipsy.

We got in and she smiled at me.  “Are you feeling amorous?”

“When you’re around, I’m always feeling amorous.”

She leaned over and kissed me.  “You know all the right things to say, don’t you?”

“I try.”

“Would you like to see my tits?”

“I’d love to.”  She pulled her top up, exposing her bra.  “You have fantastic tits, Christina.”

“Thanks,” she said and jiggled them in her bra, “they’re not bad, are they?”

She reached in and popped her left one free of its lacy prison.  I quickly looked around, to make sure no-one was about, but the coast was clear. I reached over and stroked her bare tit, loving the feel of her warm skin, playing with her nipple.

Christina smiled and put her hand on my leg, sliding it up and down, without putting her tit away. “Did you want to drive then?” she asked, innocence personified.

Since I knew that whenever things like this happened between me and Christina - unplanned and a little bit raunchy - they usually ended very well indeed, I started the car and pulled out of the car park.  As soon as we were on the road, Christina reached over and unzipped my chinos. She fished my cock out and stroked it a few times until it was rock hard and smiled.

“He looks happy.”

“So he should,” I said.

She leaned over, her breast pressing in my leg and sucked my cock straight into her mouth.

Now a blowjob whilst driving is one of those things that you really want to experience and it doesn’t happen often enough for my liking but that might be for a reason - it’s very difficult to concentrate when a tongue, lips and fingers are working on your cock!  Christina was really working it, her mouth sliding up and down, her tongue polishing the head and in order to reach her bare tit, I was having to lean at an angle.

It didn’t take her long until she was squirming in her seat.  I shifted slightly, pinching her nipple and she gasped.

I looked at her.  With her free hand, she’d pulled her skirt up and her knickers aside and was rubbing her pussy.

“Pull your knickers down,” I said.  She let go of my cock with a satisfying slurp and smiled. “I want to touch you too.”

Christina lifted her bum up, slid her knickers down and said, “Put your hand on the seat.”

I’d done it before she stopped speaking and she sat on it just as quickly. My middle finger penetrated her already wet pussy and my index finger slid against her clit. She gasped, so I began to move it back and forth, teasing the clit out from its hood.  She moaned loudly, still wanking me, as I worked my finger in her she pushed back against me more and more.

Without another word, she dipped her head into my lap again and began sucking on my cock as if her life depended on it. As good as she was, the inherent thrill and danger compounded her activity and I could already feel my orgasm building.  I flicked my finger as quickly as I could, doving further into her with my middle finger, her pussy making as much of a slurping noise as her mouth was.

After a few moments, my fingers now working furiously, she let go of my cock and partly sat up. I kept doing what I was doing and her hips started bucking and she leaned her head onto my shoulder with her mouth open, breathing hard as her orgasm swept through her.  Her fingers clenched around my cock and she wanked me harder with it.  I kept going until she started to calm down and her breathing slowed.

“Leave your fingers in me,” she said, breathless, then put her head back in my lap again.  She sucked me deep into her mouth, her tongue running all over my shaft and it was too much.

“I’m there,” I said, “I’m there.”

I’d expected her to stop sucking, but she kept going until I came, pumping into her mouth. She kept sucking and licking for a few moments and then sat up, a big smile on her face. Cum glinted on her lips.

“Now that,” she said, “was good.”

“I’ll say so, when do we have to drive at night again?”

Fucking on a train

We were on the train coming back from London, having been to the capital to see a show.  Christina was in a state of high arousal for most of the day and, on the journey with a mostly deserted train, she decided to play with herself - for our mutual benefit.

She moved both hands slowly down her belly.  With her fingertips, she teased at the waist of her shorts as if debating pushing them inside, then drew back up, hooking under the hem of her vest.  If one fluid movement, she pulled the material up to her bra, leaving her belly beautifully exposed.  Her breathing was getting more rapid now and you could see the movement around her belly button.  It looked lovely and I just wanted to kiss it.  I hoisted myself up onto the table on my elbows to get a better view.

Moving her hands slowly back past her belly button, she undid the button on her shorts with great deliberation.  She didn’t unzip, letting it come open on its own as she pushed her hands into her shorts.  She lifted herself off the seat slightly and kept pushing with her hands, sliding her shorts down past her backside.  A little wriggle and they slid down her legs.

Christina ran her index and middle fingers lightly over the front of her knickers, following the contours of her pussy.  As she slid them over her lips, I could see damp traces appear in the material.  She put both hands against her pussy, slowly tickling the area around the clit.  She moved her arms together, pushing her breasts into a deep valley of cleavage.  Both nipples were standing to attention.  She looked at me.  “Good?”

 “It’s so fucking hot…”

She licked her lips provocatively, then bit the lower one.

“Oh my god,”I said.

Her breathing was getting harder and faster.  She moved her hands together, both index fingers rubbing the groove of her pussy, making the knickers wetter with each pass.  I could see the lips clearly now, they were separated slightly.  She pressed her fingers harder against her clit and bit her lip harder.  Her fingers pushed harder onto her clit, then slid off to one side before she pulled back across her pussy hard.  I could see that her palms were sweaty and the gusset of her knickers was a ruin by now.  She rubbed her fingers back and forth, faster and faster against her clit.  With her right hand, she sought out her left nipple and began to tweak it, much more savagely than I ever would have.

With her thumb on her clit, Christina began to slide the heel of her left hand up and down her lips.  I saw the muscles in her thighs clench.  She held her breath, her hand moving harder, the material moving with her.  She tweaked her nipple again, pinching it through the fabric and then she shuddered, somewhere deep in her belly.  Her legs went rigid and she tilted her pelvis forward and up, her backside coming off the seat.  The shudders became spasms and she rode two or three of them, her hand barely slowing.  I watched in awe.

After the last spasm, she stopped moving her hand and exhaled, slow and hard.  It took her another couple of moments before she opened her eyes and smiled sleepily at me.  Strands of her hair clung damply to her forehead.

“Okay,” she said finally, “fuck teasing you, I want you now.”

“Now?  We’re on a train.”  I can be very dense sometimes.

Christina slid out of the seat and stood in front of me, smoothing down the front of her shorts.  She made a V of her fingers, rubbing it over her crotch.

“Follow me,” she said and walked past.

I turned and watched her nice arse and slender legs and knew that I needed to have her right then.  I slid out of my seat, checked that nobody was watching us and then followed her through the automatic doors.  Christina was standing outside one of the toilet doors and leaned on it to push it open.  She pressed her index finger to my lips.

“Try not to make too much noise,” she said then grabbed the neck of my t-shirt and pulled me into the small space, locking the door behind us.  She kissed me hard, her fingers fumbling with my belt. I kissed her back, our tongues pushing against each other.  My belt came undone and she pulled my shorts and boxers down in one fluid movment, breaking the kiss and bending down.  My cock was hard, jutting out like a bayonet.  She smiled up at me and, in a crouch, leaned forward and closed her soft, supple lips around the head of my cock.  Her tongue went to work, licking and slurping and circling the glans.  She moved her head up and down, coating my cock with saliva and I grabbed the sides of the toilet, biting my lip to stop myself from making a noise.  My cock grew harder, harder still and she pushed herself, trying to take more of it.  She reached up and, with her fingernails, stroked my shaft and massaged my balls.

I tapped her shoulder and when she looked up, I shook my head - no, too much!  She raised her eyebrows, let me cock go with a pop and stood up.

“Really?” she whispered.

“Really - it feels great and you’ve wound me up a treat with your wanking, this is all so fucking erotic.”

She pulled her t-shirt up and I reached for her tits, pushing them together and groping her nipples through the fabric of her bra.  Her nipples were really sensitive nipples and moaned lightly.  Hooking her fingers in the waist of her shorts, she slid them down to her knees and, leaving one hand to maul her tits, I reached down and stroked her pussy lips through the damp gusset of her knickers. 

She pushed her knickers down her legs and I slid a finger into her pussy.  She grabbed my shoulders and, fucking her with my index finger, I rubbed her clit with my thumb.  She kissed me again, harder than before and wrapped her fingers around my cock, wanking me with quick, short strokes.

She was clearly still turned on from her public masturbation because it was only a few moments before she began to shudder.  I broke the kiss and attacked her neck and earlobes, tweaking her nipple whilst I did so and she came all of a sudden, moaning and groaning, her legs wobbling slightly.

When she was finished, she leaned against me and lifted her left leg to place her foot on the toilet behind me.  She grabbed my cock and guided it into her wet, juicy pussy.  We both moaned a little when I penetrated her and she rolled on the balls of her feet, getting into the right position for me to go as deep as possible.  She moved up gently, as if gauging how far she could go and then impaled herself again.

I kissed her, both of us full of passion and hunger.  She started to bounce up and down, sliding her slick wet pussy onto my aching cock, and grabbing my arse cheeks.  I grabbed hers as well, helping with her thrusts.  We quickly worked up a rhythm that accelerated, heated up, and all too soon for me, it felt like we were getting close to the edge.  Still holding her arse, I managed to slow her movements down and she looked at me, frowning.

“Too much,” I whispered, my breath coming in short sharp bursts.  She nodded, understanding perfectly and maneuvered herself so that my cock slid out of her.  She rubbed her clit quickly, gave my cock a quick wank and then pushed me backwards so that I was sitting on the toilet lid.

She turned, put her hands on my thighs and settled herself backwards onto my cock.  She eased down, taking me all the way in and gasped when she bottomed out.  She began to bounce on me again and I leaned forward slightly, reaching around her to play with her clit.  The whole thing - the naughty air of all this, the fact that we were in a toilet, the fact that there was a train full of people out there - meant we were both close to the edge again and when she started to shudder, I took over the movement, thrusting hard into her, thumbing her clit hard at the same time.  She came just before I knew that I’d passed the point of no return and I came just after she finished, pumping hard.

We kept moving for a moment or two and then she slowly eased off me, cupping her left hand at her pussy and reaching for some toilet paper.  When she’d wiped herself, she shook my cock lightly and leaned down to kiss me.

“Now that made it all the better, didn’t it?” she said.

A holiday romance (back in the day)

It was 1990, she was from Germany, we met on a holiday to Corfu. We went with friends, met on our first night and enjoyed a 'whirlwind' romance. After a few letters and one Christmas card, I never heard from her again.

Oh well, such is life.

Some more readers wives!

I still don't get as many as I'd like, but here's another batch of readers wives - some from the ladies themselves (thank you!), others from partners.  I don't care which it is, send them along and I'll publish them!

If you want to appear here, zap me over an email at petermorgan1969@gmail.com

Enjoy!

"We had a barbecue," writes Nigel of this picture of his wife Susan, "and after our friends had gone, we got a bit frisky!"  Nice one!

"This is Svetlana, my Polish girlfriend.  We met at work and, believe me, she has absolutely no inhibitions at all!"  Sounds like the kind of girl I could get on with, thanks Paul.

"My wife, noshing me off".  David there, bragging away!

"Do you like my tits?" asked Jennifer.  Yes, yes I do!

"I was on the beach, getting a bit bored and thought you might like this view."  Thanks Karen, I certainly do!

The Halloween party

We went to my friend Mick's Halloween party last night and it was an absolute stormer.  He declared it was fancy dress and whilst most of the blokes were content to go as various iterations of cut-price superheroes, a lot of the girls really went to town.  It reminded me a lot of the costumes I saw at the Comic-Con event he invited me to at the NEC (to be reminded, here’s the link).  I went as Indiana Jones, which meant I wore chinos, an old shirt, a leather jacket and a hat, though they only one I could find in Toys R Us that fitted was a cowboy hat!

Christina went as Catwoman (I have a real thing about Michelle Pfeiffer in the Tim Burton Batman) and I was really pleased, especially since she unzipped the top and wore a Wonderbra!

Anyway, the party went with a real swing, had a fantastic time and far too much to drink.  We got a taxi back to mine and helped each other in.

“We can’t go to bed yet,” she said, “I’m dirty and I need to shower.” 

She kicked off her boots into the corner and noticed that her feet were bare.  That was a delicious sight but better was to come.  Her costume, which looked like PVC but wasn’t, was in two pieces, the join hidden by her utility belt.  She undid the zip and peeled the top off, folding the thing up before dropping it onto the floor.  I stared at her cleavage in the Wonderbra, feeling as if I was seeing her tits for the first time.

She stumbled on the stairs, so I helped her up and we made it to the bathroom before gravity took hold.  She sat on the edge of the bath but her world must have tilted slightly because she slid back into it.  I still had hold of her arm so managed to slow her down but she ended up in a sitting position by the taps.  She giggled and smiled at me, biting her lip and she looked so fucking amazing that I felt my cock stir - the lip and the cleavage were having an effect, even in my state.

“Water,” she ordered, waving at the showerhead, jiggling with mirth.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her breasts joggled in her bra, soft and bouncy with her stiff nipples clearly visible and she looked at me with half-lidded eyes.

“I think you want a drink,” I said, “I do.  Not a shower.”

Her gaze roved down to my trousers.  “But I’m dirty and sweaty,” she said and smiled knowingly, unclipping her bra and putting it on the floor.  It wasn’t a graceful move.

“Good thinking,” I said, staring at her tits, “you don’t want to get that wet!”

Christina’s drunken gaze settled again on push of my cock in my trousers.  I looked at her tits and the soft swell of her belly and my erection just got harder and harder.

“You’re bad,” she said and reached for me, snagging her fingers in the waistband and pulling them down as best she could.  I undid my belt, pushed them down a little further and my cock sprang to attention.  It was making a tent in my boxers and she pulled them down too, grinning at me.

I held my breath, not entirely sure what was going to happen.  I mean it felt great to be free, with my drunk and stupidly hard cock waving in Christina’s face, but I wasn’t sure we could shag in this state.  In fact, I was now having to concentrate on standing up straight - between the booze and the intoxication of seeing her, I felt like I was going to topple.  I put a hand against the tiled wall in an effort to keep myself steady.

Looking down, my cock seemed huge and my balls were tight to my body.  Christina was staring at my package, smiling and then she moved, pulling herself up.

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere,” she said, “sit on the edge of the bath.”

She climbed out, trying to be steady and knelt in front of me, patting my legs to give her the space to get in between.

“What are you doing?”

“Can’t leave you with this, can I?” she said and wrapped her fingers around the head of my cock, her palm hard against the tip.  She wiggled it lightly, sending pulses of pleasure down my cock and into my balls.  When she saw me shudder with pleasure, she began to stroke it up and down, getting the rhythm just right and wanking me off in such a way that my cock seemed to get even harder.

The feeling was incredible and I drank in the sights too - her movements made her tits jiggle and I reached down to cup them, flicking her nipples with my fingers.  She moved her head forward, her lips brushing the tip of my cock but never quite connecting.  Her hands moved up and down as if they belonged here and knew exactly what to do to give me the most pleasure possible.

“You’re enjoying this,” she said, “it feels really hard.”

“You’re so fucking horny,” I said, biting my lip and pressing my hand against the wall.  The sensations were threatening to make my already unstable legs even more so.

“I want your cock,” she slurred and before I had a chance to say anything, she took the tip of it into her mouth.  Just the head at first, sucking lightly, running her hot tongue around its contours. She looked up at me with her pretty green eyes, as if seeking approval.

“That looks great,” I said.

That seemed to spur her on and she sucked in as much of my shaft as she could comfortably take, her tongue flicking spit around my cock.  Once I was good and wet, she sucked my cock hard, bobbing her head up and down, still wanking me when her lips were around the head.

I squeezed her tits, caressing and playing with the nipples and she groaned, sucking harder.  The combination was almost too much and I knew it wouldn’t be long.  She reached up and began to tickle my balls, running her fingers over them lightly.

“Keep sucking,” I gasped, “I’m going to cum soon.”

“Yes?” she said and let my cock slip out of her mouth. “Am I going to make you cum?”

She sucked my cock back into her mouth, one hand wanking me, the other playing with my balls.

“I’m close,” I said, expecting her to slow down but she didn’t.  She sucked me fast and rhythmically and when I really started to moan and my body tightened up, she slid my cock noisily out of her mouth and worked her hand up and down, aiming it at her mouth.  I grabbed the edge of the bath, to stop myself from falling in but Christina didn’t stop, her wanking hand smeared with pre-cum. 

I grunted and she gave a dirty laugh and squeezed my cock as I shot my first stream of cum onto her lips.  A spurt hit her chin but she didn’t stop, stroking my cock hard to milk it of everything.  I breathed deeply, my knees suddenly feeling weak and jittery.  I was still cumming, my spunk now hitting her cheek and nose and she didn’t break eye contact the whole time.

When she was done, Christina’s face and chest had streaks of my cum all over them but she didn’t seem to care.  Instead, she laughed and licked the cum from her lips.

 “Now I’m dirty,” she said and smiled.

“Now,” I said, “you’re fucking gorgeous.”

Shagging on a train

We were on the train coming back from London, having been to the capital to see a show.  Christina was in a state of high arousal for most of the day and, on the journey with a mostly deserted train, she decided to play with herself - for our mutual benefit.

She moved both hands slowly down her belly.  With her fingertips, she teased at the waist of her shorts as if debating pushing them inside, then drew back up, hooking under the hem of her vest.  If one fluid movement, she pulled the material up to her bra, leaving her belly beautifully exposed.  Her breathing was getting more rapid now and you could see the movement around her belly button.  It looked lovely and I just wanted to kiss it.  I hoisted myself up onto the table on my elbows to get a better view.

Moving her hands slowly back past her belly button, she undid the button on her shorts with great deliberation.  She didn’t unzip, letting it come open on its own as she pushed her hands into her shorts.  She lifted herself off the seat slightly and kept pushing with her hands, sliding her shorts down past her backside.  A little wriggle and they slid down her legs.

Christina ran her index and middle fingers lightly over the front of her knickers, following the contours of her pussy.  As she slid them over her lips, I could see damp traces appear in the material.  She put both hands against her pussy, slowly tickling the area around the clit.  She moved her arms together, pushing her breasts into a deep valley of cleavage.  Both nipples were standing to attention.  She looked at me.  “Good?”

 “It’s so fucking hot…”

She licked her lips provocatively, then bit the lower one.

“Oh my god,”I said.

Her breathing was getting harder and faster.  She moved her hands together, both index fingers rubbing the groove of her pussy, making the knickers wetter with each pass.  I could see the lips clearly now, they were separated slightly.  She pressed her fingers harder against her clit and bit her lip harder.  Her fingers pushed harder onto her clit, then slid off to one side before she pulled back across her pussy hard.  I could see that her palms were sweaty and the gusset of her knickers was a ruin by now.  She rubbed her fingers back and forth, faster and faster against her clit.  With her right hand, she sought out her left nipple and began to tweak it, much more savagely than I ever would have.

With her thumb on her clit, Christina began to slide the heel of her left hand up and down her lips.  I saw the muscles in her thighs clench.  She held her breath, her hand moving harder, the material moving with her.  She tweaked her nipple again, pinching it through the fabric and then she shuddered, somewhere deep in her belly.  Her legs went rigid and she tilted her pelvis forward and up, her backside coming off the seat.  The shudders became spasms and she rode two or three of them, her hand barely slowing.  I watched in awe.

After the last spasm, she stopped moving her hand and exhaled, slow and hard.  It took her another couple of moments before she opened her eyes and smiled sleepily at me.  Strands of her hair clung damply to her forehead.

“Okay,” she said finally, “fuck teasing you, I want you now.”

“Now?  We’re on a train.”  I can be very dense sometimes.

Christina slid out of the seat and stood in front of me, smoothing down the front of her shorts.  She made a V of her fingers, rubbing it over her crotch.

“Follow me,” she said and walked past.

I turned and watched her nice arse and slender legs and knew that I needed to have her right then.  I slid out of my seat, checked that nobody was watching us and then followed her through the automatic doors.  Christina was standing outside one of the toilet doors and leaned on it to push it open.  She pressed her index finger to my lips.

“Try not to make too much noise,” she said then grabbed the neck of my t-shirt and pulled me into the small space, locking the door behind us.  She kissed me hard, her fingers fumbling with my belt. I kissed her back, our tongues pushing against each other.  My belt came undone and she pulled my shorts and boxers down in one fluid movment, breaking the kiss and bending down.  My cock was hard, jutting out like a bayonet.  She smiled up at me and, in a crouch, leaned forward and closed her soft, supple lips around the head of my cock.  Her tongue went to work, licking and slurping and circling the glans.  She moved her head up and down, coating my cock with saliva and I grabbed the sides of the toilet, biting my lip to stop myself from making a noise.  My cock grew harder, harder still and she pushed herself, trying to take more of it.  She reached up and, with her fingernails, stroked my shaft and massaged my balls.

I tapped her shoulder and when she looked up, I shook my head - no, too much!  She raised her eyebrows, let me cock go with a pop and stood up.

“Really?” she whispered.

“Really - it feels great and you’ve wound me up a treat with your wanking, this is all so fucking erotic.”

She pulled her t-shirt up and I reached for her tits, pushing them together and groping her nipples through the fabric of her bra.  Her nipples were really sensitive nipples and moaned lightly.  Hooking her fingers in the waist of her shorts, she slid them down to her knees and, leaving one hand to maul her tits, I reached down and stroked her pussy lips through the damp gusset of her knickers. 

She pushed her knickers down her legs and I slid a finger into her pussy.  She grabbed my shoulders and, fucking her with my index finger, I rubbed her clit with my thumb.  She kissed me again, harder than before and wrapped her fingers around my cock, wanking me with quick, short strokes.

She was clearly still turned on from her public masturbation because it was only a few moments before she began to shudder.  I broke the kiss and attacked her neck and earlobes, tweaking her nipple whilst I did so and she came all of a sudden, moaning and groaning, her legs wobbling slightly.

When she was finished, she leaned against me and lifted her left leg to place her foot on the toilet behind me.  She grabbed my cock and guided it into her wet, juicy pussy.  We both moaned a little when I penetrated her and she rolled on the balls of her feet, getting into the right position for me to go as deep as possible.  She moved up gently, as if gauging how far she could go and then impaled herself again.

I kissed her, both of us full of passion and hunger.  She started to bounce up and down, sliding her slick wet pussy onto my aching cock, and grabbing my arse cheeks.  I grabbed hers as well, helping with her thrusts.  We quickly worked up a rhythm that accelerated, heated up, and all too soon for me, it felt like we were getting close to the edge.  Still holding her arse, I

managed to slow her movements down and she looked at me, frowning.

“Too much,” I whispered, my breath coming in short sharp bursts.  She nodded, understanding perfectly and maneuvered herself so that my cock slid out of her.  She rubbed her clit quickly, gave my cock a quick wank and then pushed me backwards so that I was sitting on the toilet lid.

She turned, put her hands on my thighs and settled herself backwards onto my cock.  She eased down, taking me all the way in and gasped when she bottomed out.  She began to bounce on me again and I leaned forward slightly, reaching around her to play with her clit.  The whole thing - the naughty air of all this, the fact that we were in a toilet, the fact that there was a train full of people out there - meant we were both close to the edge again and when she started to shudder, I took over the movement, thrusting hard into her, thumbing her clit hard at the same time.  She came just before I knew that I’d passed the point of no return and I came just after she finished, pumping hard.

We kept moving for a moment or two and then she slowly eased off me, cupping her left hand at her pussy and reaching for some toilet paper.  When she’d wiped herself, she shook my cock lightly and leaned down to kiss me.

“Now that made it all the better, didn’t it?” she said.

Tits, wanking and my ex-wife

My ex-wife and I had been messing around, taking some shots of her in her bra and knickers - she never really got the fact that she had great tits and so I took it upon myself to remind her as often as I possibly could.

I got to her go on all fours, to that her tits hung and were cupped by the bra and then got her to crawl over me.  Well, I have to say that my professional mask slipped a little and I told her that she looked absolutely fucking fantastic.  And then I suggested a smutty photo shoot.

“Okay,” she said, “so long as you don’t see my face.”

“No problem,” I said. She was a beautiful woman and had a very pretty face but right now I just wanted to see her, tits hanging, playing with my cock. Thankfully, she had no problem with that.

“Get comfy,” she said and slid my boxers and shorts down and my t-shirt up. She crawled seductively over me and leaned down, giving me a passionate kiss as I stroked her tits through her bra.

She backed up on her knees, her back arched with her arse high in the air, her left forearm resting across my stomach. She kissed the head of my cock, stirring it into action and before long, I was hard and ready to go.  She sucked me into her mouth then, getting most of me in and moving her head from side to side, nuzzling my pubic hair with her nose. She parted her lips and reared her head back, my cock glistening with her spit.

She grasped my cock in her hand, slowly bringing it up and down along my shaft, twisting her hand back and forth with a few flicks of her wrist, pausing every now and then to spit on the head of my cock.

“Oh shit, keep on like this and I’m going to cum.”

“Get some shots then,” she said, smiling.

I took a few and my ex kept working on me, moving her hand slow then fast, smearing my pre-cum over the head of my cock and her hand. I played with her tits, wanting to do more, but she picked up the speed, bending forward to run her tongue and lips over my cock.

I held on for as long as I could, until she took me in her mouth, sucking hard and wanked me at the same time. I gently tapped the side of her tit and she released me from her mouth, still pumping me hard and fast.

I came, my cock spasming in her grip, shooting my cum into her open, waiting mouth.

She wanked me until I put my hand over her, then stayed completely still until I was limp in her hand. Then she looked at me, opened her mouth and showed me my cum on her tongue, then swallowed.

"All gone," she smiled, opening wide to show me her empty mouth.

Glamour in the 80s & 90s (part three)

About a month ago I posted about glamour magazines from the 80s and 90s (in those pre-Internet days when we had to buy our fix from a newsagents and withstand the disapproving glare of - generally - the woman behind the counter) and followed that up a fortnight back.

One of the classier magazines of the time...

(and if I remember correctly, Andrea Hargitay the cover model had a great arse!)

As I said then, back in the day - the 80s and 90s - there were several glamour models I liked and my particular favourite was Teresa May, though I also had a taste for Shanine Linton and Debbie Corrigan.  I had so much fun putting those posts together - and got such a great response by email - that I've decided to have one last blow-out!

Come on, let's party like "Let's Party Like It's 1999!" is still some way in the future!

Enjoy!

 Debbie Corrigan again - she was very sexy

 A sultry Linda Lusardi - great shot

The lovely Louise Hodges who, I didn't find out until much later, made some hardcore!

And a couple more from my favourite, the delectable Teresa May!

Glamour mags, in the 80s and 90s

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My ex-wife (and filthy thoughts and images!)

Every now and again I get to thinking about my ex-wife - mostly filthy stuff, I'm happy to say.  This week, she's popped in there a few times and I can't seem to shift certain images.  So, in such a way that doesn't help me at all but I hope you enjoy, here are some pics of her!

This was taken early in 1993, we were living in what could be perhaps most romantically described as student accomodation.

 She had a great arse

 What a juicy pussy!

One of her favourite positions to give a blowjob from - and, very quickly, one of my favourites too.  I could lean forward, play with her tits and move further, finger-fucking her whilst she worked her magic with her tongue and lips!

Holiday fun!

We've been there before but I maintain that Barcelona is a beautiful city, with a fantastic beach, architecture and girls take your breath away and the food is grand and bountiful.  Then there’s the Port Olympic.  It’s lovely down there during the day, fish restaurants serving that day’s catch, some nice bars, the beach, the art and shopping.

By night, however, it becomes something completely different.  Families go home, little dance bars open up - with hostesses outside trying to drag you in to watch girls dancing on podiums - men attempt to pull you into mini-buses so that you can be taken to strip clubs and blokes trying to hawk you flowers and shit.  In other words, it’s gloriously sleazy and for a quick snapshot of time, it’s almost delirious to experience it.  I don’t know that I could endure it very often, but for the night we were there I bloody loved it and so did Christina.

We’d already eaten - the octopus was superb - and as we walked back towards the car, Christina was drawing a lot of attention.  As well she might.  She was wearing a blue dress, showing some cleavage and her make-up was just enough to highlight what was already beautiful about her.  Her thick black hair almost glowed in the lights, she was fucking incredible.

A blonde girl caught her, medium height with a slim, toned body, terrific firm tits and a pretty face.  She was very tactile, holding Christina’s hand and leading her into the club.  I followed her.  Inside it was like another world, with pounding music and bored looking girls dancing on podiums and men not knowing where to look next.

The hostess left us (after a comment said into Christina’s ear and, as I write this, I still don’t know what it was), I got a couple of bottles of Bud but Christina decided she wanted to dance.  I watched her, nursing my bottle and she seemed to be enjoying herself and the attention she was getting.  The place appeared to be full of women in their late teens up to their late thirties/early forties, whilst a lot of the blokes seemed to be dirty old men trying to ensnare them. While some of the girls were undeniably attractive, too many of them were overly made up or dressed in ways that did not accentuate their natural gifts and compared to Christina they fell far short.  A couple approached me, asking if I wanted to join them or buy them a drink, but I turned them all down.

Christina came over, her skin glowing.  Her legs were already lightly tanned and in the artificial light they looked great.  I could see toe cleavage in her heels.  She was fucking gorgeous and I wanted her, more than ever.

She shifted her pose, jutting out a hip, accentuating the swell of her tits.  “Hey, Pete,” she said, “do you want to buy me a drink?”

“I already did.”

Her eyes sparked and she smiled.  “Wow mister, anybody’d think you were trying to pick me up.”

She smiled demurely as she sat next to me, seemingly all innocent.  I heard a noise and saw her shoe drop to the floor just before I felt her foot rubbing up the inside of my calf. We chatted for a while, about nothing really, seemingly as if we wanted to create the pretence, for anyone watching, that we’d just met.  All the while, I tried to ignore the way she would touch me, perhaps just resting a hand on my arm or pressing her thigh against mine. Just enough contact to tease me, and after a while I was in a right state.

Suddenly she jumped to her feet and grabbed my hand.

“Let’s dance!”

“No way, I don’t dance!”

She looked at me, gazing into my eyes and poking out her lower lip slightly. “Not even for me?” she asked imploringly, “even if I say please?”

Christina started to sway in time with the music, moving her body and running her hands over her belly, hips and - briefly - her tits.  How could I resist that?  I allowed her to lead me to the dance floor and we started to dance, me like an idiot with no co-ordination, Christina like the music ran through her.  As we danced she moved closer and began to rub herself against me. The feel of her was so intense that I couldn’t help but try to pull her close, though every time I did she pulled away, flashing me a wicked grin. Eventually she allowed me to take her in my arms and as she rubbed herself against me to the music, I kissed her, gently at first but then with more and more desire, not caring how much of a spectacle I was making of us.

Christina pulled away, pressing her finger to my lips to stifle my protests and she led me by the hand through the crowd to the back of the club.  Literally dragging me, she pulled me into the ladies toilets and, ignoring the protests of those already inside, pushed me into a cubicle, locking the door behind us.

We kissed, hard and I ran my hands over her body, wanting to feel every inch of her.  I sucked her tongue and lips, kissed her neck and ear-lobe and ran my hand over her tits.  She moaned and I grabbed her arms, holding them above her head so she was mine to do with as I pleased. I kissed her again, hungrily, on the lips, then on the neck, then across her clavicles.  She arched her hips and I pressed my cock against her belly.  I turned her around so that she was facing the door and leaned against her, kissing her neck.  I let go of her arms and cupped her tits, my hard cock nestling between her arse cheeks.

She turned around and, planting her hands on my chest, pushed me backwards.  It took me by surprise and I sat down heavily on the toilet.  Before I could think about moving, she undid my belt and trousers and pulled them down to my ankles.

Without a pause, she dropped to her knees, wrapped her right hand around my hard cock and started stroking it.  With her left hand, she massaged my balls for a few moments, all the while looking up at me through her eyelashes.  I leaned forward slightly, to rub her tits through her dress.

Christina took my cock into her warm mouth, stroking my balls.  She concentrated her lips and ever moving tongue on my cock head, her spare hand wanking me off.  The pleasure was both intense and incredible and the sensations, of hearing the music and the women outside, was pushing me too far.  I tapped her shoulder and she looked up at me with big ears, her lips wrapped around my cock.  That was almost too much.

“Let me do you,” I said.

She frowned and let my cock go with a loud pop.

“I’m too close,” I said, “I don’t want to cum yet.”

She smiled and stood up.  “Ah, I guess it’s my turn then, eh?”

I pushed her against the toilet door, kissing her hard.  Then, in a quick movement, I squatted in front of her, her groin level with my mouth.


I began by kissing her calf, moving slowly upwards to the back of her knee.  Her skin tasted of body wash with only the slightest hint of sweat, the refreshing, fresh kind that most people get in a nightclub.  I licked, nibbled and kissed her.  I moved up further, kissing the backs of her thighs, my hands moving ahead and playing over her belly and running between her legs, though never touching her pussy.  Within moments, she was groaning and moving her body against mine.

I leaned back and pulled her dress up.  She was wearing white knickers and I was staring at the winking eye of her arsehole and, barely visible through her legs, the cameltoe of her pussy.

I slid her knickers down, biting her arse cheeks until she swatted me away, then squatted down a bit further so that I could put my head between her legs.  Her pussy was beautiful, covered in a light fuzz and her lips were wet and slightly puffy.  I smiled and flicked at them with my tongue.  I heard the door bang against the jamb as her body jumped.

“Fucking hell,” she hissed.

I pushed my tongue into her pussy as far as I could and slid my right hand between her legs and up, pressing my thumb against her clit.  That made her jump even more and I kept working with my tongue, licking and fucking her.  She was getting excited and I could feel her juices on my chin and she braced herself against the door, pushing back on my face as I tongue-fucked her.  I went for her clit again, with finger and thumb and she almost collapsed against the door.

I stood up and turned her around, kissing her and pushing my tongue deeply in her mouth and she walked me backwards until I sat down on the toilet.  She wasted no time in straddling me and grabbed my cock, rubbing it against her pussy lips as if wanking us both off.  Then, slowly, she slid my cock into her, impaling herself until I was completely inside her and she was sitting on my lap.  She moved, upwards, until only my cockhead was inside her, before sliding down again.  I wanted to kiss her, but she was holding onto my neck and looking down at the show, as if watching it was making her more turned on than ever.

She slow fucked me for a while, eventually looking at me and smiling, in a slightly dazed way, before kissing me.  The feeling was incredible.  She began to move up and down a little faster as I reached up and cupped her breasts.  We kissed, I worked on her neck - making her groan - and cupped her buttocks.

Christina moaned, her movements getting faster and faster until she was slamming herself on my cock, trying to get every last inch inside her. The delicious friction of her tight pussy wrapped around me was taking me to the edge and as her moans grew louder I could feel her muscles tightening, gripping my cock as she rode me. Suddenly she screamed, kissing me ferociously, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. As she came her pussy clenched around me, milking me, and I could no longer hold back. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard, burying myself fully, slamming into her again and again. Losing control, I came as well, moaning her name as I felt myself explode.

As her climax finished Christina collapsed against me and I held her in my arms enjoying the feel of her against me. She breathed deeply and contently as we kissed softly.

“Wow,” she said.

“Yeah, that was fucking unbelievable.”

“A great fuck for a sleazy bog,” she said and giggled.  As she did so, her pussy muscles squeezed the last of the cum out of my cock.

We sat still, holding one another and kissing, until someone banged on the door and said something in Spanish.  Christina smiled and eased herself off me, cupping a hand against her pussy lips as my cum oozed out.  She wiped it with some toilet paper.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I said.

“Let’s get out there, dance some more and drink some more and see what comes up, eh?”

“I like your style,” I said, standing up and pulling my boxers up.

A holiday romance

It's almost holiday time so here's a set featuring a girl called Carina, who I met - in 1990 - on a holiday in Corfu.  She was from Germany and we met in the hotel (we both went with friends) on our first night and enjoyed a 'whirlwind' romance. After a few letters and one Christmas card, I never heard from her again.

Oh well, such is life.

A blowjob from Alex

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.