At a wedding

Christina & I went to a wedding at the weekend, a friend of hers from work - Calum - was getting hitched to a delightful young lady called Jacqui.  I told Christina that I'd be perfectly willing to take some photographs but a pro had already been booked - who recognised me from the Photography Group, where he's an associate member - and he's good.  So instead, I had a great day with my love, we ate and drank and danced and made merry and it was a fantastic day.

I did, however, take my camera along and I got some cracking candid shots.  See you what think.

 I don't know which side of the family this was but fuck me, look at that cleavage!

 More cleavage, at the wedding breakfast!  These are colleagues of Christina and Calum.

 The bride's feet

 A bridesmaid's French pedicure.

Dancing!

 Barefoot guest

I didn't catch her name but she did say to me "You didn't get the fag in, did you?"  That, I thought, is the least of your worries love...

Christina's feet

Christina's wonderful feet...

 A self-portrait, taken from her phone, on the way home from the cinema.

A public tit-fuck with Christina

The party had been a bore and Christina and I had been entertaining ourselves with stories of what we’d do to one another when we got home.  In fact, some of it was so dirty that I was finding myself getting more and more noticeably turned on.

“Hey, you’re liking this, aren’t you?”

“Of course, I’m a red blooded man and you’re a beautiful woman.”

She smiled and bit her lip and I knew, right then, I was in for a treat.

“Do you think?” she asked, “that if we kept talking like this you’d actually make it home?”

“Maybe not.”

“Hmmm,” she and frowned.  “Now when we get home, I’ll need you to fuck me senseless for a long, long time.  So what shall we do?”

“Show me your tits.”

“And how will that help?”

I smiled.  “It won’t, but it’ll be fun.”

“Naughty boy,” she said but took my hand and led me out into the garden.  Most of the revellers were on the lawn, but she took me around the side of house, towards the garage.  Pushing me back against the wall of the house, she gave me a quick kiss and then stepped away.

She took off her thin cardigan slowly.  Under it she was wearing a striped top and she pushed her arms together, pressing her tits into one another until it looked as though they were going to burst free.  I glanced away briefly, to make sure no-one was coming and then looked at her shamelessly, growing ever more excited by the dirty thoughts were gorgeous tits were giving me.

Christina leaned over, looking me in the eyes and reached down to grip my cock through my trousers.  She squeezed it and stepped towards me, her tits tantalisingly close.  I leaned forward, to breathe on her cleavage and she slowly rubbed my cock, making it grow even harder.

“Would you like to cum on my tits?” she whispered into my ear.

I didn’t answer, instead I dipped my head and kissed her breasts, running from tongue between them.

Christina raised her head and kissed me on the lips.  Our tongues squirmed against each other and she began to rub my cock.  I trailed my fingers down, tracing the shape of her tits through her t-shirt.  I pressed her nipples hard and made her groan.

She undid the button and zip of my trousers and pushed them roughly down my legs.  I kicked them off and my stiff cock tented my boxers.  Christina gripped it hard with her left hand as she threw her right arm around my shoulders, pulling me against her, kissing me passionately. I squeezed her left tit, feeling her nipple harden against my palm and her breast pushed hard against the fabric of her bra as she arched her back.

She moaned into my mouth, her hand stroking my cock and then she broke free of the kiss and pulled violently at the waistband of my boxers.

“I want to see your cock,” she said.  The tip of it sprang out from under the waistband and pinged against my belly.  “You really are excited, aren’t you?”

She wrapped her hands around it and wanked me, her eyes wide.  Her arms pushed her breasts together, and they overflowed from her bra as I moaned quietly.  I reached down, stroking her belly and into the waistband of her skirt.  I touched her pussy, making her gasp.  She was excited, the gusset already wet.  She moaned as I applied more pressure and she moved her hips, grinding against my fingers.

“You’re very excited too,” I said.

“I don’t know how you do it,” she said, “but I’m so fucking glad you do!”

There was a cough from the area of the lawn and we both looked over.  Someone walked towards us but we were obviously deep enough in shadow that they couldn’t see us.  They went into the house, leaving the door open and blocking us from view of the lawn.

“Nice,” she said and, holding my cock tightly, licked the underside of it from my balls to my glans, tickling me with the tip of her tongue.  I let out a deep and contented sigh and grabbed for her boobs as she slipped my cock into her mouth, stroking the shaft of it still.  I pushed my hand further under her skirts waistband, pressing my fingers against her pussy lifts.

She moaned and let my cock slip out of her mouth, lifting it by the tip so that she could lick the whole shaft up and down.  She flicked her tongue over the gin, looking through her eyelashes with a lusty expression, then left my cock go.  She ran it over her cleavage, leaving a trail of her spit.

“Ready?” she said and I thumbed her clit in response.  She shuddered at the touch and smiled.  “Are you ready?”

I leaned forward, pressing my cock into her cleavage and she pushed her arms together, squeezing her tits, the soft fabric of her bra and my cock into the middle.  The pressure was wonderful, her skin so soft against mine.  I began to move up and down, thrusting gently so that I could keep a hand in her knickers, fucking her tits.  She reached down and tickled the back of my balls and I edged forward wanting more.  I slipped my finger under the gusset of her knickers, feeling it sink into the soft warmth of her pussy.

She groaned.  “Oh I love this, I love being with you, I love that we can be really dirty.”

“This is fucking excellent.”

She dropped her head and dribbled spit into her cleavage, using my cock to spread it over her tits.

“I want you to fuck my tits until you cum,” she said, her voice low.

I can do that, I thought.  “You are so fucking horny, Christina.”  I slid another finger into her, enjoying the rapt look of delight on her face.

She pushed her tits together and when my coke poked out, she darted for it with her tongue.  With my left hand I rubbed her nipples as I thrust harder, her tits wobbling and my rhythm picked up.  She reached down and pulled her knickers to one side, allowing me easier access.  I rubbed my thumb across her clit.

“Keep going,” she gasped, “keep going.”

I didn’t know if she meant my tit-fucking or my thumb, so I rubbed her clit as fast as I possibly could.  It was the right response and she groaned, her eyes closed.  I fucked her tits and finger-fucked her pussy and she rubbed my balls and I tweaked her nipples.  It was too much and the view from where I stood, as Christina writhed beneath me and her cleavage became red from the friction, was almost too much.

She came suddenly, a brisk orgasm that made her bit her lip and her body vibrate and that was my cue to thrust harder between her tits.

“Are you going to cum soon?” she asked, pulling my fingers out of her pussy.

“Yes,” I gasped, going to work on her nipples, making her groan all over again.  I pounded my cock faster, her tits slapping at each thrust and soon felt the tingle in my balls.

“I’m coming,” I said and she instantly leaned back, gripping my cock hard and jerking it quickly, aiming it at her tits.

The first splat of spunk hit her cleavage, the second her right nipple.  She jerked me quicker and I had to lean on the wall for support.  Her hand wanked me mercilessly, getting as much of my cum as she could.

“Fuck, that’s a lot of cum.”

She kept pumping my cock, spunk landing on  her tits and bra and belly and she writhed under it, rubbing it into her skin.

“Oh God,” she said, “this is turning me on as well.”

I watched as she hiked her skirt up and slid her hand into her groin, her fingers disappearing into her knickers.  I could see them working, at least two inside her pussy, her thumb rubbing her clit.

“Oh yeah,” I said, “do it.”

“You like watching me finger myself, don’t you?”  She pushed her knickers aside and used her fingers to spread her pussy lips wide.  There was no need for lubrication, she was soaking down there.  She reached back and I watched her right hand appear from under her arse, two fingers from that hand slipping into her pussy whilst her left focussed on her clit.

She came hard, her fingers speeding up and then slowing as shudders racked her body, her tits jiggling as she made wordless sounds with her lips.  As her  orgasm receded, she leaned against my legs, looking up at me with dazed eyes.

“Wow,” I said, “that was fucking excellent.”

“Glad you enjoyed it, now take me home and fuck me somewhere that I’m kneeling on carpet and not concrete!”

I couldn’t get her home quick enough.

Julia (Photography Group session)

Last night's model at the Photography Group was Julia and she was superb.  She wanted some shots for her portfolio but had some decent experience of modelling (from local work) and so everyone won.

I sent her copies of these earlier today and asked if it'd be alright to post them to the blog.  She readily agreed and, as always, any comments sent to petermorgan1969@gmail.com will be forwarded on to the lovely lady herself!

Thanks again, Julia, you're a star in the making!

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).