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Titfuck with Melissa

I met a woman through the Internet dating site the other week called Melissa - she was very nice, blonde, early 40s, bit of a free-spirit and divorced for about five years.  We got on well, saw each other a few times and although I don’t see it going much further, we had a nice time.  Even better, she fancied me, she was always horny and she had great tits!

On our fourth date, we’d been into town and hit the bars and both of us got a little bit tipsy.  We went back to her flat and I couldn’t take my eyes off her - she was wearing a knee-length skirt and a tight blouse that showed everything in the most perfect way possible.  The merrier I got, the more her tits mesmerised me, even the way they moved when she breathed - it was like they were trying to escape her bra.

As she brought in a glass of wine for me, she noticed my gaze, smiled and put the drink down.

“Do you think I have nice tits?” she asked.

“Absolutely, they’re terrific.”

She began rubbing her right breast gently. "You know, sometimes, if I’m in the right mood, I can make myself cum just by playing with them. I cum even harder if someone else is doing the playing.”

That was an offer I couldn’t refuse. I started to rub her left tit, brushing my fingertips along the line of her bra and heard her sigh as I slid a finger into the neckline of her blouse.  Some of the buttons came undone, allowing me easy access and I sought her nipple, massaging it through her bra it hardened under my finger. She began to squirm slightly.

“It’d be better if you could see them,” she said and pulled her top over her head. She undid the clasps on her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were full, with nice, largish nipples and she rubbed them, pushing them together until her cleavage was nothing more than a tight crack. She leaned forward, her hands on my shoulders, until my face was inches away from her skin. She pushed me backwards on the sofa, until I was lying down and gently swayed her magnificent tits against my face. I reached for her arse, but she firmly put my hands on the sides of her tits.

“No, let’s just keep this simple. I can’t do anything tonight, but let’s get each other off.”

I admit, I was disappointed but it was better than nothing. I started kneading her tits and squeezing her nipples, craning my neck so that I could kiss her warm skin. I sucked a nipple into my mouth and she moaned - this tit play was really getting her hot, the flush of colour across her chest and throat telling me that. I cupped her boobs, mouthing one nipple and teasing the other with my fingers. She moved against me, pushing her tits into my face until my nose and mouth were covered. I grabbed as much of that heaving flesh as I could and squeezed them together. Her nipples were right next to one another and I managed to get them both into my mouth at the same time. She gave a little squeal, which rapidly turned into a series of pants and moans as I sucked and chewed. Within seconds her knees were shaking and her full weight fell onto me, my tongue playing her nipples hard. She came, all of a sudden and writhed against me as I continued my assault on her breasts.

By now my cock was rock hard and as she lifted herself up slowly, she looked at my crotch.

“That was incredible, Pete,” she said, “let me return the favour.”

She slid down until her face was level with my crotch and unbuckled my belt, then pulled my trousers down.  She slid her hand into my boxers and pulled my cock out, rubbing it gently and I watched, in delightful agony, her fingers glide up and down my shaft. Pulling my trousers and boxers down and off she smiled and leaned forward slightly so that the tip of my cock was rubbing softly against her lips as she wanked me. She continued this for a few minutes, one hand softly massaging my balls. Then she used what nature had given her. She shifted closer until her tits were resting on my thighs then rubbed the head of my cock over them. She teased me with her nipples, pushing my cock against them, rubbing it all over the large mounds and in the valley of her cleavage, coating her skin with pre-cum. Then she slid my cock between her tits and, with both hands, wrapped them around me until I could only see the head poking from the top of her cleavage. She held them tight and began to squeeze her nipples between her fingers as hard as she could.

"Now let’s see if I can make myself cum again, before you come all over these, okay?”

I didn’t need telling twice and started to pound my cock between her tits as she squeezed them.  The friction was unbelievable and, combined with the view and the fact I knew she was getting off, made it one of the horniest tit-fucks I’d ever experienced.  I thrust as hard and fast as I could.  She dropped her head, my cock banging her chin as she started moaning.  The sensation of my balls brushing her skin, the feel of her tits in my hands, the pace and movement of my cock were getting to me, pushing me closer to the edge.

“I’m there,” she gasped, “cum on my tits, cum on them.”

I thrust harder, feeling the pressure building up in my balls. "Oh fuck, I’m cumming.”

“Yes,” she gasped, “do it now!”

The cum exploded out of my cock, shooting across her cleavage and face. She moved her head and took the second blast into her mouth, then swirled her tongue around the head of my cock each time it came within range. Her own orgasm overtook her as she pulled her nipples hard, almost screaming in her pleasure. The cum dripped of her face as I carried on fucking her tits, until I couldn’t go on any more. She smiled at me, rubbing my cum into her skin.

“Wow,” she said, “that was incredible.”

“I’ve never had anything like that before,” I said, stroking her tits gently and pulling lightly on her nipples.  “We’ve got to do that again!”

“We will,” she said and stood up.  She smiled at me, put her hand under her left breast and lifted it up so that she could tongue the nipple and mop up some of my cum.  That view, in itself, was enough to get me going again…

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Nice new model, name of Carmen - very pretty, very photogenic, very easy to work with and a great body!

Well, that last comment is purely subjective - what do you think?

My new fuckbuddy Rachel

There’s a woman in my life, called Rachel and in the ‘talk of the day’, she’s my fuck buddy.  We’ve  known one another for ages, though our friendship went on the backburner whilst I was married and now we’re there for each other.

We didn’t realise this until two things happened.  One, I told her about my blog and two, we were invited down to stay with friends of hers in Bristol for the weekend.  We had a good time, a great time in fact and I think her friends might have realised before we did that she and I were more than just chums.

That was also the weekend when I finally realised just how fucking beautiful her feet were - it was hot, she was wearing flip-flops a lot, I was in Heaven.

On the Saturday night we had a take-away and it wasn’t a bad 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, Morg?” 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.

As the evening wore on, people started heading off to bed. The last to leave were Rachel’s friends, who both gave us sly looks as they said goodnights.

"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 then I was cumming, trying desperately to be quiet, 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, matey, so what now?” She finished licking my cum from her toes. “Your bedroom or mine?”

An old friend who likes to flash...

This is Serena. I've known her for ages (she knew my ex-wife from college) and she's a bit of a wild thing. We've never done the deed (though I'd like to) but I've photographed her a few times over the years.

These were taken a few years ago. She'd been single for a while and was getting into dildoes. My ex-wife was due to visit her sister one weekend, so Serena & I went into town, picked up some sex aids and took them back to her place. This photo-set is what came out of that.

I saw Serena last week, when I asked her permission to print these. She said this was the most enjoyable of all the shoots we did together. And she'd like to do another...

Debbie

We had a new model at the Photographic club the other week called Debbie - she's just finished at Uni and does modelling in her spare time and we got on really well.

As part of my portfolio, I've been experimenting with illumination and shadow (or, as someone said, whether to turn the flash on or not - ha ha) and I was talking with Debbie about this. She was keen (she'd dabbled in art over the years) and so last Thursday (when it was still quite mild), we nipped out to Abington Park in Northampton and got some pics in. These are the out-takes (where the flash/no-flash didn't quite come off).

Thanks to Debbie, for braving the chill without too much protest and also for allowing me to post the results here!

My mate Dave...

They reckon that everyone has a mate called Dave (it’s the concept behind the name of the TV channel, apparently). I don't know if that's true, but I have one and if they're anything like mine, they won't have a dull life. We’ve shared some adventures over the years, he & I and I have some pictorial evidence to prove some of them!

Anyway, he rang me the other day, said he'd got a new girlfriend and that she wanted some pictures taking – I couldn’t see him, obviously, but the “wink wink nudge nudge” was clear in his voice. I was due to go round for a drink anyway, so I took my camera. His new girlfriend was a delight, younger than us but very pretty, very funny and very open-minded. She told me she wanted the pics for combination – decent ones of her whilst she looked great, some stuff for Dave and for anything else she could think of (I think I might see her in the FHM High Street Honey next year!).

Dave was already aware of this blog and he told her about it, she loved the idea of appearing and so here are some of the shots. Hope you like them and if you want to leave feedback, at petermorgan1969@hotmail.co.uk, I’ll be sure to pass your comments along.

So here we are, for Dave and Billie - and you lot, too - here's some nice pictures:

My First FFM

Just a quick note to say that I've published a new short on Amazon Kindle. It's based loosely on myself and my first serious girlfriend and this is the blurb...

Back in the late eighties, when I was just turned 18, I had my first serious girlfriend. I didn’t lose my virginity to her – that dubious honour belonged to a class-mate called Lisa – but she was 19, as sexy as fuck and more adventurous than anybody I’d ever known to that point – or, indeed, beyond. She had a bit of experience, she wanted to share and I was a more than willing participant in it all.

This memoir is all about two firsts - a rimjob and an FFM threesome.

The ebook can be downloaded here

A favour, for my friend Moira

This is Moira, I've known her for years after taking several night school classes with her. She's a good friend and she's been a model for me a few times. We were drinking earlier this week and it slipped out about this blog and she started reading it. I was worried about her reaction but needn't have been, she's a good egg and took it in her stride. Said some of my writing turned her on, in fact, which was great to hear. Anyway, she has it in her head that she's not got a good body - which I've always disagreed with - and I suggested a shoot to settle the score, once and for all. As I was shooting, she asked me if I'd feature the pictures on here.

Well, who am I to turn down a pretty lady?

So here they are and do me - and Moira - a favour, would you? If you like what you see, drop me a line at petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass your comments on to her. Cheers!

Alex liked blowjobs...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How about both?” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m going to cum,” I said.

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

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

And I came.

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

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

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

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