Fingering fun with Rachel

During one of the hot nights last week, Rachel was working on her laptop. She’d already had a shower and was wearing a little vest type top and not a lot else.

When I came into the lounge, she lifted a leg and wiggled her toes at me. Loving that, I knelt down in front of her and flicked my tongue across them, paying particular attention to her big toe. She giggled, pulled her foot back.

“You look good,” I said.

“Too hot for anything else, but it makes my tummy look big.”

“Fuck off,” I said and rubbed her belly. She has the slightest of bulges, I think it’s really sexy, she’s not keen.

I got up and walked around behind her chair. “Done yet?” I dragged my fingernails gently over the tops of her breasts.

She sighed lightly and looked up at me, cocking her eyebrow as I cupped her tits and gave them a little squeeze, before tracing the outlines of her hardening nipples. She looked back at the screen, tried to work again but her sighs got longer and louder as I pinched her hardening nipples through the thin fabric. Her head lolled to one side, giving me access to her neck and ear and I nibbled her earlobe, grabbing her breasts slightly harder now, as she likes it.

"You have amazing tits, Rachel and they look fucking good in that top.” I kneaded the soft flesh, squeezing them together and pulling them apart, enjoying the weight in my hands. I sucked harder on her earlobe.

“Okay,” she gasped and put the lid of her laptop down, “fucking do what you will.”

I smiled, gave her breasts a final hard squeeze and stood up. “I want you on your knees, arse in the air.”

“Sounds good,” she said and smiled.

I thought it might be, but not in the way she did.

She put her laptop down and assumed the position. I kissed her feet, worked my way up her legs, pushed her top up her back and kissed that now naked flesh, worked on her neck and her ears. By now, she was virtually limp, allowing her knees to slide down. I tapped her on the arse, told her to keep it up.

I kissed her arse cheeks, feeling them quiver under my attention. I could smell her arousal, that beautiful scent and I knew she was ready for me. I licked her buttocks, getting tantalisingly close to her arsehole, but never quite caught it. Each time I missed, she’d gasp. All of this was making my cock twitch, but I was determined to keep my boxers on.

Finally, I gave in to what she wanted and stroked her pussy lips lightly. She gasped, jerked slightly, pushing back against me. I let her do it and slid two fingers into her soaking warmth.

Throwing her head back, Rachel whimpered loudly, bucking against the two fingers stroking her walls almost immediately. I moved my hand, my thumb now teasing her clit.

“That nice? Do you like that, my fingers in your hot little pussy? Fuck, Rachel, you’re so tight and wet.”

I reached forward, cupping her tits with my spare hand and that made her almost sing with pleasure. I leaned forward, licking her pussy lips hard and fast, my tongue battering her clit even as my fingers thrust in and out. As her moans got louder, I could feel my cock leaking pre-cum into my boxers.

I let go of her breasts and leaned back. I used my right hand to play with her clit and lips, my left hand to finger fuck her. She was moving against me now, completely caught up in the moment, her legs literally trembling with pleasure. I moved down, licking and sucking where my fingers weren’t.

Rachel squealed, sighed and panted, squirming and bucking her hips against my fingers and mouth.

”Morg,” she gasped, but I didn’t say anything, I just kept moving.

I curved my fingers slightly, the way I knew she liked it.

“Yes, come on, do me Morg.”

I pushed her down and slid another finger into her pussy, curving it against her front wall. She was on fire now, gasping and my thumb was working overtime on her clit. I felt her body squirm, but kept the pressure up.

“Morg,” she managed to gasp, “I’m cumming.”

I knew it. I felt her pussy walls clench around my fingers and I began to thumb her clit like I was a bass player.

She screamed my name as her whole body went limp, shuddering and her pussy got a lot wetter. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy but carried on gently massaging her clit until she begged me to stop. She laid down on her belly and I waited until she’d stopped moaning and writhing, then leaned down and kissed her wet pussy.

I laid next to her.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me then?”

I smiled. “Oh no, I need to have a shower and you have work to do.”

She wasn’t keen but I was insistent and by the time I’d finished my shower, she was more than ready for me and, by fuck, did she make me pay!

My old friend Liz, from the early 90s

Found the negs of these at the weekend and had a lovely time scanning them in and reminiscing. This was Liz, she was very pretty and very uninhibited. I might tell you about some of our adventures one day. But for now, here's a brief photoshoot with her (not the best quality, but there you go) taken in the early 90s.

I last spoke to Liz a couple of years ago when we bumped into each other in town. She was in good health, enjoying her life and looked as great in her mid-forties as she did in her early twenties!

Two new models at the Photography Group

We've been very lucky so far this year (and it's only April!) with some great models gracing the club.  This is Gracie and Val and they were great - good fun, professional and elegant.

Great sessions and thanks to both ladies for allowing me to post these pictures here.

I wank - and Rachel watches

This is the companion entry to me watching Rachel wank (which, if you're interested, can be found here).

Rachel was so taken with me watching her wank that I quickly realised her promise to watch me had been serious and not just something uttered in an orgasmic afterglow.  We arranged it for a week or so after and she asked me if there was anything I wanted her to do.

I thought about it for a while.  “Yes, if you don’t mind, could you wear a dress with a deep cleavage in it?”

“What for?”

“Because I told you a story, I got you hot, but blokes are more, well…”

“Visual,” she said and laughed.  “Okay, I have just the dress.”

So it was that she came to mine on the Friday night and we had a drink and a laugh, each of us knowing what the other was thinking.  Finally, after we’d drunk most of a bottle, she lowered her voice, gave me a killer smile and asked if I was ready.  She was wearing a light summer dress, bright and airy, that came above her knees and plunged at the neck, with a line of buttons running to the waist.  As she leaned towards me, giving me a fantastic view of her cleavage, I was ready.

“Stand up,” she said firmly, smiling slightly.  Rachel stayed sitting in the chair and as I stood in front of her I could feel my cock stiffening in my jeans. She looked at my groin and nodded at the tent my cock was making.

“Hmmm,” she said, “looks like my cleavage is turning you on.”  She pursed her lips and looked down at the V of her dress. She undid the top button and spread the opening for me. The view I got of her beautiful tits cupped in a white push-up bra made me completely hard.

“God Rachel, you’re gorgeous,” I said, “you’re making me so hard.”

“Then you’ll be more comfortable without this,” she said, tapping my t-shirt and then she tapped my jeans, “and these.”

I quickly pulled my t-shirt off and slid my jeans down and off my legs until I was standing in front of her wearing only my boxers, my cock straining against the fabric.

Rachel sat back in the chair and crossed her legs. “Lay on the floor,” she said “and start rubbing yourself through your boxers.”

I did, closing my eyes whilst I softly stroked the length of my cock through the fabric.  When I opened them again, she was smiling at me.  “That’s so fucking hot,” she said, “keep going.”

I slid my boxers off slowly and looked at my hard on, pointing at me, then at Rachel.  She was staring intently at my cock.  “Fucking hell,” she said, “it’s so hard.”  She leaned back in the chair, shifting her bum on the seat.  “You know the worse thing, I really want to fuck you now.”  She laughed and ran her hands down her hips, rolling her eyes back in mock ecstasy.

I gripped my cock, holding it tight to make it look even harder and began to stroke it.  She watched my hand intently, biting her lower lip and when I increased my speed she made a little pleased groan. She caught me staring at her tits, so she moved her hands up from her lap slowly and cupped them under her bra, before squeezing her breasts. She smirked as she squeezed them for me.

“Are you enjoying watching me wank?”

“Yes,” she said, “it’s awesome but I wish I was doing it.”

I watched as her hands played with her tits and spread my legs, hotching around on my back so that she could see more clearly.

“Play with your balls,” she said and I did, happy to follow requests like that.  I cupped them, rubbing my palm gently against them, letting my fingers caress the sides.

“Oh yes,” I said and Rachel repeated it.

By now I was masturbating in full force, moaning and groaning, trying to slow it down to enjoy it all the more but fighting a losing battle against the intense feelings of pleasure that were starting in my balls.

“Are you watching?” I growled.

Rachel was almost leaning off the edge of the chair by now.  “Yes,” she said, her hands straying into her lap, “I want to see you cum.”

“I’m almost there.”

Rachel dropped off the chair and knelt between my legs, leaning forward so that I could see her cleavage over the top of my cock.  It was enough and tipped me over the edge.  I groaned and stared into her eyes, wanting so badly for her to finish me off and let me ravish her.  I watched her tits, imagined my cock in her cleavage.

I kept stroking, bringing myself to the edge of orgasm. “I’m going to cum Rachel,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Yes, cum, cum.”

It was only a few more strokes, I could feel it building and then it was there.  I squeezed my hand around my cock and let the orgasm sweep through me, our eyes locked as my cum splattered on my belly.

“Fucking hell,” she said, “that was so fucking hot.”

I was out of breath and let my whole body go limp, letting go of my cock and closing my eyes.  “You can say that again,” I said, “but next time, I want you to do it.”

“It’s a deal,” she said.

A Rachel round-up

It's been a while since I posted anything to do with my fuckbuddy Rachel and so it's now time to make amends for that.  Here she is, in all her beautiful glory, in a range of pictures from over the time I've known her.

Hope you like it - which is your favourite?  Let me know at petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll try and get more shots in the same vein!

Enjoy!

Mmmm, couldn't you just spend an hour nibbling on those lovely, sexy feet?  I know I could - well, I know I do!

Carla, swimwear model

A paid commission!  Yes!

Brian got in touch with me through the Photography Group, he'd seen the blog, liked what I did and thought I might be able to help.  His girlfriend wanted to try out some modelling, he works at a sportswear shop in the town centre and a new swimming costume had just come in that he thought she'd look lovely in.  So could I do anything?

We met up, Carla was very keen (and loved the blog too) and she was great to work with.  So here we go, here are the results of our shoot (as ever, any comments for Carla should be sent through to me at petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass them on).

Christina's belly (and toes)

Because it's beautiful, I love it and simply can't get enough of it, I photograph Christina's belly quite often.  And because I have this blog, I like to share them so here are three pictures for your delectation, hope you enjoy.

Of course, I also love her feet!

Rachel wanks and I watch

Rachel, my fuckbuddy, can be a kinky bitch at times.  She saves us her kinks, knowing that I’ll let her do them without question and I like that level of trust and honesty.  I also love the way Rachel is, she’s fucking gorgeous - brunette, middle height, nice tits, toned from the gym - and we never make love, we always fuck.

We’d arranged to go out for the evening but it was clear when I got to her place and she was wearing a thin jumper and a pair of jeans that we weren’t going to get far.  She led me up to her bedroom, saying she was going to get changed and I sat on the floor by the window.  She sat on the edge of her bed.

“How much do I turn you on?” she asked.

“A lot, you know that.”

“What is it that turns you on, beyond my tits and feet and pussy?”

I laughed.  “Well I think it’s mostly how open you are about sex,” I said.

“You write and like to tell stories,” she said, “tell me a fantasy of yours and turn me on.”

I looked at her, reclining now on the bed, the jumper pulling tight over her tits and just started talking.  I pretended that the situation now was different, that we were both on the bed and I was stroking her.  I told her I’d brush her tits and belly, explore around her pussy, play with her arse and lick her toes.

As I talked, Rachel closed her eyes and began to run her hands over her stomach and breasts. By the time I had moved on to describing us French-kissing as I fingered her, she was moaning quietly under her breath and seemed to be in a world of her own.  Her left hand slid into her jeans and the other up underneath her jumper.  After a few minutes she opened her eyes. “Fuck, Pete, I’m getting turned on,” she said and I’m getting hot.

She stood up and pulled her jumper over her head. Her bra was white but it was off almost immediately and she let it drop to the floor. She looked at her but I was looking at her gorgeous tit, her nipples red and hard.  As I glanced down, over her flat stomach, she undid the button of her jeans and pulled them off. She turned to hang her jeans on the chair and wiggled her arse at me - it was nice and ripe, smooth and firm.  She laid back on the bed.

“My pussy is really wet,” she said, “and I like this, I like having you close by while I play with myself.”  She batted her eyelashes and I was almost overcome with lust.  “Come sit next to the bed.”  I did as I was told and watched as she played with her breasts and ran her fingers over her pussy mound through her knickers.  My cock was very hard.

She lifted her bum off the bed and slid her knickers off, kicking them towards her jumper.  “That’s better,” she said and spread her legs, “nothing in the way.”

I looked at her pussy, slick with juice, the lips almost pouting.  It was easy to see how turned on she was and when she slid her hand between her legs, the juice glistened on her fingers.  She let out of a soft groin, spreading her lips and looking down at herself.

“I feel so fucking dirty,” she said, “wanking off with you there.  Do you like it, do you like watching me?”

I knew that the illicitness of this - even after everything we’d done together - was turning her on so I played along.  Anyway, I liked hearing her talk like that.  “Yes, I love it, you’re such a dirty girl.”

She groaned and spread her legs further, resting her calf on my shoulder as she began to rub her clit steadily. Her mouth was open and she was looking right at me. I liked the eye contact while she was rubbing herself.

“Rachel, you look fucking gorgeous wanking yourself,” I said.  She was moaning louder now, her fingers rubbing her clit faster.  When a jolt of pleasure hit her, her back was arched and her tits jiggled.

“You like the way my tits move?” she asked and I nodded, my gaze caught between them and her pussy.  “Oh fuck,” she hissed, “I fucking love you watching me.”

“Keep going,” I said, “I want to see you make yourself cum.”

At that, she rubbed her clit quicker and ran her other hand down over her tits and belly to her pussy.  She spread her lips and slid one finger inside, still working her clit.  I watched her work her pussy with both hands and listened to her groans. She rolled onto her side, gyrating her hips in time with her moans and my cock ached to be let out of my jeans.

Rachel was saying my name now, moaning it, telling me to watch her rub her pussy.  Her eyes were closed and she bit her lip.  “Fuck,” she moaned, “fuck it, I’m almost there Pete, I’m almost… Oh god.”  She opened her eyes wide, biting her lips harder.  Her hips, hand and voice were in rhythm and she had that edgy look of someone on the verge of an amazing orgasm.

“Watch me cum,” she said through gritted teeth and laid on her back, “I’m cumming.”

“You’re fucking beautiful, Rachel, I love the way your pussy looks, I love the look on your face.  Cum for me, cum for me.”

After all the build-up, it seemed to come on her immediately and she cried out as a huge orgasm raced through her body.  She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight, her eyes locked on mine. Her back arched and her hips jerked, making her tits bounce again and she didn’t stop flicking her clit until each movement was making her shudder.

She lay there for a while with a satisfied smile on her face while I stroked her hand and I was filled with a massive sense of tenderness for her, as well as an almost-overwhelming desire to get on the bed and jump her bones.

“That was really amazing,” I said.

She looked at me, her eyes heavily lidded.  “I want to watch you do it now…” she said.

Paula, being an exhibitionist this time!

You might remember my old friend Paula (I've blogged about her here and here) - well, we got together again last weekend because she told me, in an email, that she'd had some thoughts about exhibitionism.  I was more than happy to go along with it (seriously, look at her, would you turn her down?) and so we went into town and caught a shuttle bus.

That shoot was so successful, we went back out the next day, to the park.

Let me know which set you like best on petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass all your replies on to Paula.

My ex-wife, having a wank

I found some more old pictures of my ex-wife yesterday, tucked away in an anonymous photo wallet.  We'd been to a wedding (of our friend Rob & Julie, who are still together I'm pleased to say) in Swindon and stayed at a Travelodge.  The wedding went well, we both got a little bit drunk and very much horny and one thing quickly led to another (as it has a habit of doing).

I know we're not together any more, I know we haven't been for the life of this blog - this blog, in fact, only exists because I got divorced! - but she was fucking gorgeous!