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.

Happy New Year!

I just want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who's popped along to this blog over the past year and more, who's commented or bought my writing or sent me pictures of their lady fiends - thank you and 'Happy New Year'!

Christina & I will be out tonight, I expect drinking, dancing and debauchery!  I hope that whatever you're doing, you have a great time and I look forward to posting more adventures in 2017!

Ladies, playing with themselves...

I found a Tumblr account the other day, which is full of gifs featuring girls playing with themselves, which is a sight I could never grow tired of.  Since we all love gifs and it's always a treat to see ladies jilling themselves off, I thought I'd post some on the blog.

 

So here we are, ladies wanking...

 

Enjoy!

 

 

Rachel has a wank

It had been a long day and the only thing that had got her through it was the thought of frigging herself off.  The long meetings, the emails to me that got more heated as the hours passed, the drive home.

Rachel dumped her coat and shoes, slipped off her skirt and went straight into the lounge.  She sat on the sofa, spread her legs and let her hand trail down from her chest and across her belly.  When she reached her crotch she gently started to rub herself through her knickers. She made wide circles to get her juices flowing before her clit got hard and she began to gently rub that through the material.  Rather than go any further with her pussy right now she slowly undid her blouse.  She didn’t take her bra off but pulled her tits free of it, making them stand proud.

Pinching her nipples hard she began to squeeze and roll them between her thumb and forefinger. Grabbing her breasts she squeezed and played with them, feeling the wetness build between her legs.  It was as though someone was tickling her inside and by now her clit was swollen and crying out to be touched.

Pulling aside her wet knickers, she ran her hand over the outside of her lips and brushed her clit, sending an electrical charge through herself.  She ran her fingertip between her lips so that she touched her clit a little harder whenever she passed it but still not hard enough to bring her to orgasm. Lying back, her legs spread as wide as they would go, she pushed her fingers into her slit deeper now.  They hit her clit harder and she began to rub it.  Her breathing quickened and she squeezed her nipples and she finger fucked herself.

She used her her index and middle finger of her left hand to spread her lips wide, exposing her clit so that she could really go for it.  It didn’t take her long until she’d reached the point of no return and as she felt herself tip, she rammed her fingers into her pussy.  It clenched around them as she shuddered and let her orgasm wash over her, the day's tension flowing out of her body.

In the kitchen with Christina

I’d spent the weekend at Christina’s place and we’d have a lovely, if somewhat dirty time.  Every opportunity we had to steal a kiss or a grope had been taken and this behaviour was just winding the pair of us up more and more.

On Sunday morning, her friend Karen dropped in unexpectedly for a coffee.  I’d met her two or three times in the past and whilst there wasn’t anything I could put my finger on, we just didn’t seem to hit it off particularly well.  We were polite and friendly but that was about it, though I tried to rise above it all for Christina’s sake.

I’d just had a shower and was coming down the stairs, clad in my boxers and a dressing gown, when Karen arrived.  Christina led her into the lounge, smiled at me as I walked down the stairs and then went into the kitchen.  I poked my head around the lounge door, said a quick hello and made polite small-talk with Karen for a minute or so and then headed into the kitchen.

Christina was standing at the hob with her back to me, reading the paper as she waited for the kettle to boil.  I stood in the doorway, simply looking at - and admiring - her.  She was wearing green shorts and a t-shirt, what she wore in bed and I knew that her nipples - if hard - would be clearly visible through the thin material.  I felt myself begin to get hard and adjusted my robe, idly wondering just how long I had before the kettle stopped and Karen might be able to hear me.

I crept into the room and Christina didn’t realise I was there until I was two or three steps away.  I circled my arms around her belly, leaned in close and kissed her neck.

“Morning,” she said, “do you want some coffee?”

“Morning,” I replied, “and no, I want more of you.”

She turned, pressed herself against me and reached down to touch my cock through the robe.  “So you do, it seems.  And what were you after?”

I laughed.  “Whatever I can get?”

“Not much,” she said, leaning closer and still rubbing my cock.  Her lips brushed mine.  “You saw that Karen’s here.”

“So how about a snog?”

We kissed, pressing against each other and I cupped her tits through her t-shirt.  The whole thing felt fucking fantastic.

“You’re terrible,” she said.

“I try, but you turn me on so much, I don’t know how else to behave.”

She smiled.  “I don’t mind, just don’t embarrass Karen making too much noise.”

“Fine,” I said, “I won’t.  Turn around.”

“What are you going to do?”

“You’ll find out, just turn around.”

She did as I asked and I wrapped my arms around her again.  I slid my right hand between her legs over her shorts and moved my left hand up, over her belly, her chest and her nipples.  They sprang to attention instantly.

I started to rub her clit through her shorts and she leaned her head back on my shoulder, moaning quietly.  I slid my hand under the waistband of her shorts and loved the fact that her pussy was already damp.

“Bend over the worktop,” I said and she did it straight away.  I pulled her short down a little, rubbing my hands over her arsecheeks gently.  I crouched down slightly and slipped my hand between her legs.  She leaned forward, her hands flat against the worktop.

I moved to her side and made a V of my fingers, rubbing her outer lips without penetrating her at all.  “Do you want me rub your pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to finger-fuck your pussy even though you can’t make a sound because of Karen?  Would you like that?”  As I’d hoped, the dirty talk was getting her going.  She nodded her head, gasped out a yes.  “Then don’t move, stay bent over like this and I’ll rub your clit until you cum.  Do you want that?”

“Mm-hmm,” she half-said, half-moaned.

I put my left hand on the small of her back and my right hand in between her legs.  My palm covered her pussy while the tips of my fingers rested on her clit.  I began to rub it gently, in a circular movement and carried on until she started to moan.  Then I pumped my hand hard against her pussy, the palm running back and forth across her lips whilst my fingers played on her clit.

“Oh, yeah, just like that, keep doing that.”  Christina spread her legs a little more, so I started rubbing a bit harder until I was really pumping her, my hand getting slick with her juices.  I grabbed her left tit, playing with her nipple and she moved back, sticking her arse out.  She looked so fucking sexy, I dipped my head to lick at the top of her bum-crack.

I tried to get everything moving in unison, my palm and fingers on her pussy and clit, my fingers on her nipple and my tongue playing at the top of her buttocks.  Her breath quickened, her tits heaving and I rubbed harder, with gusto, as she neared her orgasm, her pussy dripping.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she gasped, “oh, I’m cumming.”

Although I slowed the pace and let go of her nipple, I massaged her pussy as she came until she was squirming at my touch, as wet as fuck.  I was glad the kettle was rattling on, as I was sure that Karen would have been able to hear the squelching.

It took Christina a moment to get her breath back and when she turned slowly to face me, she still had a slightly spaced out look in her eyes.  She kissed me gently and rubbed my cock through the robe, then dropped to her knees.

She opened the dressing gown and my cock sprang to attention through the fly.  She smiled and put her hands on my chest, then hotched forward slightly.  She kissed from the inside of my left knee up to my waist, across my belly - just avoiding the head of my cock - and then down to my right knee.  She moved up slightly, breathing over my cock and making it bob and kissed my belly button.  Her fingers played with my nipples.  I leaned back against the worktop, trying so hard not to make any noise.

“Are you ready?” she asked, looking up at me through her eyelashes.

“Oh yes.”

She licked her lips, bent forward and licked around the head of my cock.  Then, without warning, she slipped my cock deep into her mouth and cupped my balls with her right hand as her head bobbed up and down.

“Show me your tits,” I said and without removing my cock from her mouth, she used one hand to lift up her t-shirt.  From this angle, everything about her looked great but her tits were out of this world.

She let my cock slide out of her mouth and, spreading her tongue, began to lick up and down the shaft, playing with my balls all the time.

“How are we going to do this?” I said.

Christina looked up and me and frowned.

“The kettle’s almost done and we can’t even have a quickie with Karen in the lounge but with this view and the feeling of you working me over, I’m going to be cumming soon.”

She stopped licking my cock long enough to say, “How about you cum on my tits?” before smirking and then taking my cock back into her mouth.

I wanted to moan and groan and make some noise like I normally did, but having to be quiet, having to pretend this wasn’t happening, but making the whole thing more erotic.  I let myself go, not needing to keep going, but willing and able to let the moment hit me.

She stopped sucking my cock but kept it close to her mouth, wrapping the fingers of her left hand around it tight, wanking me hard.  She put out her tongue and ran it over the tip of my cock, her hand getting faster and tighter with each stroke.

I watched her, the blur of her hand, the quick flicks of her tongue, her tits wobbling with the motion and it was too much.

“I’m going to cum,” I hissed and she moved into a squatting position, so that my cock was level with her chest.  Her tits shook with her movement and I watched her nipples, transfixed by the sheer beauty of them.

“Cum on me,” she said, “cum on my tits.”

The moment was coming, getting there quicker and quicker, watching her and feeling her fingers on my cock and rubbing my balls.

“I’m there,” I gasped and started cumming, the first jet of spunk hitting her left breast squarely just about the nipple.  She kept moving her hand, pointing my cock at her other tit, wanting some of the cum on there.  She didn’t stop wanking me and I was trying really hard not to make a sound, but it was tough, watching my spunk paint her chest.

The kettle clicked off and I bit into my fist until I wasn’t cumming any more and she finished wanking me.  Christina leaned forward and she kissed and licked my cock thoroughly until it started to go soft.

She stood up, cupping her tits and admiring the cum smeared over them.  “Now that was dirty,” she whispered.

“It was.”

She pulled a sheet of kitchen roll free and wiped most of my spunk away, then let her t-shirt fall down.  “I think a shower might be in order,” she said.

“What about Karen?”

“Oh you and I will go and sit with Karen for a drink and it’ll be our dirty little secret.”  She grinned and got cups from the cupboard.  “What do you think?”

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.”

Rachel, having fun

Sometimes, as much as you can play photographs and play with the composition, the best shots are actually the ones you take without thinking about, snatched moments of time that are so utterly natural - pose, position, expression - that you just couldn't replicate them.

As an example, I present to you various shots over the years of my fuck-buddy Rachel.

Enjoy!

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.

Readers wives - Pussies & Arses!

Back in November 2014 (where did that time go?), I posted some readers/readers wives photographs which concentrated on tits (and very nice it was too).

It's taken a while but now I have enough arse pictures to dedicate their own blog post too.  If you're a lady reader and want to get involved, or a lucky bloke with a willing wife/girlfriend, send your pics through to me at petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll post them up!

Enjoy!

 Lisa's barely covered arsehole, from husband Trent.  Nice!

 Sharon presents her pussy and arse to boyfriend Ian.  Tasty!

 Mrs P (no other details) gives us a speak - nice angle and great toes too!

Sheila flashes in a selfie!  Nice one, thank you!

 The perils of drink.  Angie R sent me this, after her boyfriend (to whom she originally sent the selfie), told her it was worth publishing.  And all I can say is, I completely agree!

 Heidi writes, "I thought you might like this selfie - my pussy, bum and toes."  Indeed I do, I wouldn't know which to play with first!

 Jennifer delves for boyfriend Pat.  Thanks folks!

 Sue likes to play and she and her husband Carl thought I might like this.  Tits, pussy, arse and feet all in the same shot?  I fucking love it!

Shelley emailed me - "I was in a hotel room, away with work, bored and watching the TV so I decided to take a picture of my pussy.  Hope you like it."  Oh I do, it looks lovely!

 Mrs Jeffs in the shower.  Thanks Mr Jeffs, what a great pic!

 Two selfies from Wanda, in Australia.  "I hope you like them," she wrote.

I do.

Fun in the shower with Rachel

We were at Rachel’s and it was a lazy Sunday morning.  We’d kissed and messed around for a while, a rub of my cock, a tweak of her nipple and then she sat up.

“Would you like to know one of the places that I really like to frig myself?” she asked me, smiling slyly.

“In your pussy?” I asked.

“Funny guy,” she said. “I love to do it in the shower. Do you want me to show you?”

There were a lot of things to love about Rachel and her ability to be completely free sexually was definitely one of them.  I’d watched her wank before, I’d never seen her get off in the shower though!

“Fucking hell yes, I love watching you wank.”

We made our way to the bathroom, Rachel seductively shaking her hips at me.  I stroked her bum through her nightshirt, dragging my finger along the cleft of her arse.

In the bathroom she shrugged her nightshirt off, slid her knickers down and tied her hair back in a tail. She ran the water for a bit, to get it right and I sat on the toilet to watch. Once she was satisfied with the water temperature, she got into the bath. She picked up the shower head and ran the stream over her body, paying particular attention to her tits and pussy. She got the sponge and lathered it with her body wash.

Starting at her neck, she gently rubbed down from her shoulders. She ran the sponge over her tits in small circles, sliding underneath and holding them up, smiling at me as she did so. Her nipples hardened and so did my cock. She rubbed her belly and across her hips, then put her right foot into the side of the bath.

Rachel worked the sponge down her leg and around her foot, wiggling her toes at me and then switched legs. She dragged the sponge across her thigh and up into the cleft of her pussy. She smoothed it up and down, quick then slow, suds dropping off her lips as if I’d already filled her with cum. She slid the sponge around and turned slightly, presenting her arse to me.

She repositioned her foot and bent forward, spreading her arse and letting the stream of water wash away the soap. I couldn’t take it any more and started to pull my cock, which was throbbing for attention.  As I did so, Rachel dropped her sponge and directed the spray from the shower head onto her pussy, moaning and rocking forward.

Quickly, she squatted against the side of the bath, opening her pussy perfectly. She spread her legs further, firing the water onto her tits and letting it run down her belly and across her pussy. With her free hand, she began to explore her clit. Her eyes opened but she didn’t really see much – she was really in her element now and so was I.

Rachel let the water play on her chest a little while longer, then moved it back down to her pussy. As the water hit, she slid one, then two fingers inside herself. She frigged herself for a while, then slid her fingers out of her pussy and down, her index finger playing with her arsehole. She gasped as she slowly pushed it inside. The angle didn’t let her spray her pussy properly, so she shifted position slightly and slid her fingers back into her pussy, playing with her clit and stroking it in tight, rigid, circles. She started to pant and so did I, standing beside the bath now, wanking hard as I enjoyed what I saw.

Rachel finally came with a loud gasp and I wasn’t far behind her, directing my stream of cum onto her feet. She looked at me, smiling and then slid down until she was sitting in the bath. Dreamily, she reached out and pulled my cock for a bit, getting the last of the cum out.

“That’s how I like to do it,” she said and giggled.

Happy New Year

I just want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who's popped along to this blog over the past few months (and years) and say 'Happy New Year'!

I look forward to posting more adventures in 2016!

A footjob from Rachel

On Saturday night we had a take-away and it was a nice evening, made better by Rachel’s bare leg brushing against mine under the table. Occasionally she would slip her bare foot out of her flip flops and run her toes across my ankle and foot.

Afterwards, we sat in the lounge with the patio doors open. We were sitting in armchairs, next to one another and Rachel put her legs across my lap. "Would you mind massaging my feet, Pete?” she asked, “they ache a bit.”

Slowly, I started to rub her feet. They were incredibly soft and my erection was almost instantaneous.

Starting at her heels, I rubbed to her arches - and worked them for a while - then settled on the balls of her feet and her sexy little toes taking each one between my fingers, massaging them thoroughly.

"Lick them," Rachel purred the moment our hosts were out of earshot.  I pressed her feet together, lifted them slightly and slowly ran my tongue over the tips of her toes.

"Mmmmm, that feels good," she whispered softly.

Separating them, I held her right foot in my hand, first sucking on her big toe and working my way over to her smallest. Coming back the other way, I concentrated my licking to the underside of each toe. She let out a gasp as I gently raked my teeth the length of her second toe.

”God, I’m getting fucking hot.”  She pressed her right foot onto my hard on, stroking my cock with her toes, while I licked and kissed her left foot. An almost violent shiver went through her body as I sucked and licked all of her toes at once.

"Your turn," she said and gently pushed me back against the arm, then ran her foot down my body until both feet were sitting on my crotch.

"Unzip your shorts," she said and once I had, she fished my cock out of my shorts with her feet. It took her a few attempts - wonderful teasing - before she managed it. Once it was out, she pressed it to my belly with one foot, stroking it with the other.

“I need some lube,” she said and, mesmerised, I watched her pull her right foot to her own mouth and coat her foot, toes and soles, with saliva. My cock twitched as she put her spit slick foot back on it.

“You like that?” she asked and soaked her other foot, then wrapped them both around my stiff cock and started to stroke up and down, with a slow and steady motion. The combination of Rachel wanking me off with her feet and watching her play with her nipples through her t-shirt had me close to the edge in no time. Sensing this, she said, “Bollocks, my feet are getting dry again. Want me to soak them again?”

I did - the view was fantastic - and didn’t - we had a good rhythm going - but the view won out and so I nodded my head in agreement.

She laughed. “This is what makes all the pain at Yoga and Pilates worth it.”

It was an incredible sight and I watched every single second of it, barely daring to breathe. She shifted her body slightly, almost sitting up and without removing her feet, leaned over and slid my cock into her mouth. Grabbing her ankles, she stroked her feet up and down, whilst still flicking her tongue over the head of my cock and up and down the shaft. She could control the speed, the intensity and everything else and it was incredible. I just wished we were elsewhere, so I could make some noise!

“I’m coming,” I warned but she didn’t move and I came, my whole body rocking with the force of my orgasm.

Rachel looked as if she was trying to swallow everything, but then started to let some of my spunk seep out from between her lips and onto her toes and down her feet. When I was finished, she raised her feet to her mouth and licked them clean.

“That was fucking amazing,” I told her.

“Too right, " she said and finished licking my cum from her toes, "now what?”

Footjob and fingering!

If Christina or Rachel did this to me, I'd last a matter of minutes...

But wow, it'd be worth it!

I'm in love...

Who is this woman?  If you know, please let me know - she is so bloody sexy!

Update - she's called Wendy Cooper and made several videos in the 90s! Expect to see more of her soon! Yum yum!

A blast from the past!

You know, I'd forgotten that this picture existed and so it's with great thanks to my old mate Nick that I can post it here.  He found it - somewhere - and sent it through to me, saying it'd be great on the blog and I can only agree.

We were at college and there was a band, made up of some of our classmates, that we all followed from pub to pub.  They were good - not enough to get signed - and it was great fun watching them and I took some of their publicity photos.  The lead singer was a tasty Goth called Katya who was at least partly Polish and she had a thing for both me and Nick.  We never went the whole threesome route but things were as  free and easy as it was possible to be in the mid-to-late 80s. 

One night, backstage, Katya was talking about blowjobs and Nick & I said we'd never been played with at the same time. Neither, it turned out, had Katya ever played with two blokes at once. Which is where this picture came from (I'm on the right).

Great memories, thanks Nick.  I wonder where Katya is now...? 

Oral fun in the car

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?”