y long hair. Returning from the kitchen with a glass of water, I had to squeeze past her. I paused to say a friendly goodnight-and-happy-new-year, and instead of turning she looked up and back over her shoulder at me.  Seeing her face upside down was like seeing her for the first time. She suddenly looked very kissable.  I figured I could get away with a Happy New Year Kiss.  Lucky me, it turned out to be a whole lot more than the quick peck I'd expected, but a long lingering kiss on the lips. As I realised she wasn't breaking off the kiss, her lips parted a little and I found her tongue. My cock lurched. As we probed each other's tongues, she draped her raised arms about my neck, and I brought my hands round her body and settled them on her breasts.  Hard to see shape under her baggy winter sweater, but they felt comfortable and firm, and not at all small.  She wasn't wearing a bra, and the feeling of kissing her and holding her breasts was a sensation I hadn't enjoyed for an age. 

My wife had for some time been indifferent to sex - not refusing, but not participating either - and we'd fallen into a rut.  She always went to bed first, and when I joined her I'd just lube up my cock with saliva, slip into her from behind and use her cunt to wank myself off while she ignored me and pretended to be asleep.  Five minutes after breaking off that wonderful unexpected kiss with Katrina, that's exactly what I was doing.

As I silently shot my cum into my wife's uninterested cunt I was reliving that kiss, imagining I was fucking Katrina, and plotting how to make it happen.

Act One
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As soon as I reached home the next day, I phoned her.  On the strength of that one kiss, we both knew that we had to fuck, and the sooner the better.  It took a couple of weeks to set up a (ficticious) work assignment to the city nearest Katrina's home. The days dragged by until at last, I rose early and set off by train for my "assignment". When I arrived, she was there already, warmly dressed in long coat and woolen hat, looking exactly like the schoolteacher she was.  We greeted rather shyly, and asked each other simultaneously "are you nervous".  Agreeing that we were, we headed for the nearest bar and quickly knocked back a couple of shots of whiskey, no matter that it was only mid-morning.  We both knew the plan - (Go to a Motel and Fuck All Afternoon) - but we were both in a high state of anticipation as it unfolded, thru a taxi ride that we spent necking like teenagers, past the business at reception, and finally locking the world away on the other side of the motel room door. We looked at each other then, fellow conspirators, stealing pleasure.

Hearts thumping, we embraced urgently, kissing and caressing. She's taller than me by just a little, and standing up holding her meant it was easy to press my dick against her pubes, and we kept our groins pressed together as we leaned our upper bodies back, the better to pull off each other's clothes. Being winter, there were a lot of clothes, and they seemed to take forever to shed.  When we were finally both naked we fell onto the bed, groping and laughing and I plunged straight away into her pussy.  She had 3 grown children, and a pussy that was quite loose, though hot and wet as we fucked for the very first time, pounding away at each other to release ages of pent up frustrations.  She'd not had a decent fuck for years, and I'd been a faithful husband for far too long.
 
Our first fuck was clumsy and quick - we kept banging our pubic bones together so hard it hurt - but she managed to orgasm pretty quickly, and when she did it sent me over the edge too, squirting into her while she was still thrashing under me.  Once over the first urgency, we took our time to get our breath back before starting a slow, almost systematic, investigation of each other's bodies and their pleasure centers.  She had a long body and limbs, without an extra ounce of fat or flab, long fingers and toes, medium-full sag-free breasts with big firm nipples standing proud from their deep brown discs.  I like to eat pussy, and she had a pussy that needed some serious eating, with big loose lips and a surprisingly prominent clitoris, nestling like the head of a tiny dick at the front of her slit. Seeing - and tasting - the mixture of our juices trickling out onto the sheet soon had my cock growing again. As soon as she noticed it stiffen, Katrina moved to straddle me and lower herself onto it, and this time she set the pace until she'd reached orgasm, then we rolled over until I was on top, and she lay relaxed under me as I set my own rhythm and took my own pleasure without holding back until my balls unloaded another dose of cum to add to the slimy mix of sex fluids oozing down her crack.

After that we lay alongside each other, in 69 position, my head resting on her thigh and hers on mine.  She was holding my sleeping cock, watching it, and giving small, gentle licks and kisses.  I was watching her pussy, holding her lips apart with my fingers, running my tongue all the way from her clit to her butthole and back.  Finally my cock began to waken again, and I felt the warmth of her mouth enclose it as she sucked and licked until it was fully hard.  I pushed my tongue as deep as I could into her soaking pussy, then I helped her get up on all fours, licked her pussy once more from behind, and mounted her doggy style for a last frenzied fuck.  She came quickly, but I hammered away at her butt for ages before I found my cock summoning up the last dregs of sperm from my balls, I felt if I stopped it would fade away, so I kept on pounding as fast as I could, sweat dripping off me onto her back until I knew that another shot was ready, and I felt it force its way up my cock and out with a spurt into her juicy tunnel.  There was no time to rest, so next thing we were soaping each other in the shower, then we were dressing, back into those winter clothes, and back by taxi into the everyday world.  We parted at the train station, and as I dozed on the train I replayed my memory of the afternoon like a personal porn movie, and by the time I arrived my dick was once more rock hard.

That night, as usual, I slipped my cock into my wife's cunt, and, with Katrina center-stage in the theatre of my imagination, I rocked back and forth until my fourth orgasm of the day, and I fell away into dreamless sleep.

Act Two
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A couple of months later we managed 2 nights in a hotel in another city, several hours away by train, where I had arranged some job interviews.  Once more we met at the station, this time boarding the train together.  We sat side by side, legs pressed together.  With a newspaper spread out across our laps we managed to feel between each other's thighs, and she was able to tease and squeeze my dick, with the result that it was half-hard all the way, and patches of precum were staining my underpants by the time I finally got them off, seconds after closing the hotel room door.  She dropped to her knees and happily sucked my dick, until I pulled her to her feet.  We finished undressing quickly, throwing everything on a chair, then stood face-to-face.  We embraced and kissed, and I could feel her breasts against my chest, the nipples standing out firm, her belly pressed to mine, her pubic hair tickling my dick, and the smoothness of her thighs against mine.  She opened a little, I bent my knees and slipped my cock into her moist warmth.  She stood with legs together, clamping my dick tighter in her cunt, and I started thrusting with slow long strokes.  We couldn't stop, couldn't change position, couldn't even lie down, we just fucked faster and faster, bellys slapping together, hands clasping each other's butts, guiding each other so I didn't slip out until I could hold it no longer and I shot all the weeks of anticipation into her in a series of sudden spurts. My knees gave way, and I popped out of her and sat down quickly on the bed.  I watched my cum dribbling out of her and running down the inside of her thigh.

Spending the night with her was absolute sexual joy. With our passions cooled a little, we dined in the hotel restaurant, playing footsie under the table until her stockinged foot found the bulge in my pants, and she said simply "More?".  We abandoned the table and hurried to the elevator.  Finding we had it to ourselves, we necked like teenagers until it stopped on our floor.  We fucked each other to exhaustion, then lay naked together between the crisp white sheets.  I woke sometime in the dark to find she had my cock in her mouth, sucking slowly and cupping my balls gently in her hand.  I stroked her hair and she broke off the sucking, slid up on top of me and engulfed my dick with her pussy, sliding so easily all the way onto me, her long hair falling like a curtain all around my head, she kissed me, probing her tongue into my mouth in time with the movements of her pussy around my shaft.  I lay back and let her do it, until she was gasping and cumming, and I could hold back no longer, squirting once more deep inside her pussy.  She lay on top of me for a while, then we fell over sideways, my shrinking cock slipped out and sleep overtook me again.  Waking again, its almost dawn.  She's motionless beside me, on her back, breathing softly. My turn. I burrow under the covers, crawl up between her legs, pushing them gently apart, until her pubic hair tickles my nose.  I nuzzle her slit, flick my tongue along her lips, open her legs a bit wider and start lapping the full length of her slit, from just above her butthole right up over her clitoris, up and back, slowly, steadily.  She's responding with slow movements of her hips, now I'm lapping harder and she's bucking against my face, my nose rubs up and down her slit.  I suck her pussy lips into my mouth, then force my tongue between them, and home in on her clit. I can feel it as a little knob, almost like a tiny nipple. As I suck it I bring my hand up, slipping two fingers inside her cunt, its so wet they meet no resistance, I curl them back and begin to fingerfuck her, probing for her G-spot, while I keep on kissing and licking her clit.  Her bucking gets harder, her breath comes in gasps, her legs tense, straighten, and then she relaxes with a long sigh.  I lie still, fingers deep inside her, gently kissing my new lover, her clitoris.  My cock has been hard for ages, I can feel a little wet patch on the sheet where it has been pressing.  I move up over her body, an echo of her action earlier in the night, and slip my dick inside her in one easy movement. She's relaxed and completely passive.  I'm taking my pleasure now, not holding anything back, not trying to make her cum, just fucking her for my own enjoyment, and pretty soon I feel the familiar buildup, the fluids are rising into my dick and orgasm is only a matter of continuing the strokes when suddenly she's bucking her hips in answer to my rhythm, urging me faster, but I keep the pace steady, she clasps my back, gasping, but I don't speed up, just keep on going with the same long strokes until there's no denying my orgasm, then I break pace and sprint for the end, fucking her hard, she thrashes, moans, yells and cums and at the same time her bucking drags the cum from my cock, squirting once more inside her lovehole.

Next time I wake, she's answering the door. Room service breakfast.  She's already showered.  I feel strange sitting naked beside her eating breakfast because she's dressed already, but its ok because she's holding my cock with one hand, while she eats toast with the other.  No time for more sex, I must shave/shower/dress and go for my first appointment, leaving her channel surfing on the hotelroom TV.  She says she has some shopping to do, but should be back before me tonight.

That night when I returned to the room, she was there.  "Honey I'm home" I said, and she kissed me warmly.  She ran me a bath as I hung up my suit, then she knelt beside the tub as I relaxed in the hot water. She soaped me gently with one hand, while she held my dick with the other.
 
When I got out, I lay naked on the bed and she slowly removed all her clothes and climbed on top of me, sliding down onto my long-hard dick, lowering her breasts onto my face, so I could suck in a nipple, and doing all the work to bring herself to orgasm just before I could take it no more and shot my wad deep inside her.  I started to notice my age a little then, as it took longer for recovery than it had with lovers from my twenties.  It wasn't until the middle of the night that I woke up and found her beside me, her hand on my dick.  I rolled onto her and she guided me inside, once again warm and wet, if not so tight. It was more of a tease, the looseness of her pussy slipping around my cock, and I was able to fuck her for ages - while she gasped in orgasm after orgasm -  before I came again and drifted off to sleep.  We managed a quickie in the morning (she came, I didn't) before racing down for a last-minute breakfast. After breakfast we realised we still had an hour until checkout time, so we rushed back to the room, flung off our clothes and fell onto the bed together for a last frantic bout of fucking, rolling over and over so we both had turns on top, until she gasped out a final orgasm and I found my balls had one more load of spunk to give her, before a final shower and the business of departure.

Act Three
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One night Katrina stayed over at our house. She had the guest room on the same floor as the children's room. We'd sneaked the odd kiss when we managed to bump into each other alone in the hallway. She showed me a drawing she'd made, a couple entwined kama-sutra style, with his dick clearly shown penetrating her pussy, and also clearly recognisable as Katrina and me.  It was like she was asking for more of the same.

Evening dragged by, with Katrina and my wife chatting, until my wife finally declared it was bettime for her, and Katrina headed off to the spare room.  Instead of waiting up watching tv, I went to bed at the same time as my wife.  But, true to her habits, she turned her back and immediately fell asleep, or pretended to. I'd been getting spontaneous erections all day, due to Katrina's proximity, and it was already rock-hard when I lubed it up with spit and slipped it into my wife's crack from behind, working in and out until I found her cunt and got my head inside.  Then it was easier going, as I used her cunt to wank myself off, all the time wishing I was fucking Katrina instead, until I had a half-hearted orgasm, shooting a little dribble of cum into my wife's fuck hole. 

I rolled over and tried to sleep but couldn't.  I was idly stroking my dick, thinking of Katrina, until to my surprise I found it getting hard again.  Muttering "I'll just check on the kids", in case my wife was awake, I went upstairs, with my dick swinging at half mast.  I peered round the kids room door to ensure they were in fact asleep, then tiptoed to the guest room. I closed the door behind me and found Katrina's head on the pillow. I kissed her gently and climbed in on top of her. It was a single bed. She was wearing a long t-shirt, and - as I soon discovered - nothing else. She opened her legs and I lowered myself between them, kissed her and in the same movement slid my cock all the way inside her. She was wet already, I didn't ask why. Instead, she asked "What are you doing?". "Fucking you" I answered, accurately.

My heart was pounding with the thrill of the risk. Would one of the kids wake up?   Would my wife wake up, and if so, would she wonder where I was?  Would she come looking? How long could I steal?  What would happen if she caught us?  Somehow all this made my cock harder and my pulse faster.  I was glad then I'd already unloaded one shot of cum into my wife - if I hadn't, I'd have cum straight away on entering Katrina, and it would have been all over in seconds.

I knew I couldn't take too long. I moved quietly and steadily, slow enough that the bed didn't creak, and didn't try to hold anything back.  When at last I felt the cum start rising again into my cock, I didn't try to make her cum, just continued at the same steady, quiet pace until there was no stopping for anything - I knew then that I couldn't stop even if my wife burst in and turned on the lights - and that thought just made me harder, and with a last few deep thrusts I shot spurt after spurt of cum inside Katrina's welcoming pussy, while she shuddered silently under me, her hips answering my movements.

I'm sure it was a far bigger load than the one that went up my wife half an hour before.  We hugged each other close, I kissed her one last time and slipped out. Out of her pussy, out of her bed, and - though I didn't realise it at the time - out of her life.  We never fucked again, except in my mind. A few short months later I was thousands of miles away, in another country, where new adventures awaited.

[Mr Mole would appreciate some feedback - these stories are as near the truth as his damaged brain cells can recall, so they don't pack the punch of some of the other postings here, but for those of you who appreciate the loose ends of reality, they're the best he has to offer. Any comments?]

he made no demands, and was always available when I called, though she probably had other lovers. I didn't ask and she didn't say.

Her slackness was almost an advantage, as it meant I took ever so long to cum when we fucked.  It was almost as if we weren't quite touching, just a featherlight hint as I thrust in and out of warm damp air.  We never used condoms, I don't think I would have been able to cum at all if I'd had one on, the sensations were so slight. She could cum, noisily if her kids weren't at home, in muffled silence if they were.  After she'd cum enough, if I still hadn't blown my load, she'd finish me off with an expert hand-job, watching in fascination as my spunk squirted out all over the place.  She didn't seem to mind where it went - on her, on her hair, on her nightdress, on the pillow, on the sheets.

One night while her kids were away, we shared a tab of acid, and spent the whole trip in bed.

I remember clearly her sitting astride me as I lay on my back. She liked cowgirl, she liked to ride bikes and she liked to ride me. She was dressed in an oversized angora sweater and long loose crinkly indian cotton skirt, no underwear, the skirt spread out over me, my dick inside her pussy.  She was so loose, I felt as if her cuntlips were trying to eat my balls.  I thought I could get dick, balls and all up inside her.

She rocked back and forth on me for ages.  Sometimes I'd lose the plot and drift off into the music, or a candle-flame, but always came back with a jolt to realise she's still astride me, rocking gently.  Sexy, but so slack it wouldn't make me cum, just warm and wet and comfortable.  The angora came off, and I played for ages with her nipples, till she started riding me with more intent, but still neither of us was getting off.  I asked her - have you cum yet? No, not yet.  Me neither, I said, stating the obvious.

I was feeling around under her, tickling her asshole, feeling her soaking cuntlips spread around the base of my dick. I probed around our joined sex organs, slipping a finger inside, then two, then I found I could get two fingers and my thumb up inside her, around my dick.  She gasped, I was finally filling her up. I got a third finger inside. I gripped my dick, and started wanking it while it was still inside her.  She looked like a life-size doll sitting on me, and I was wanking myself off while watching her tits.  This was a thrill in itself, I'd always been shy about wanking, never did it in front of anyone, and here I was jerking myself off while she sat astride me, with her warm wet cunt all around my dick and my hand.

I must have been rubbing against her G-spot as well, for she started thrusting against my dick-and-hand, and I wanked and she fucked and started moaning, roaring, yelling - stuff like  "Fuck Yeah God Fuck I'm cummmmmming......" - and I made sure of myself too, wanking the cum out of my dick in a great squirt up into the wet hollow inside her, as she soared over the crest of her own orgasm and collapsed onto my chest.  We stayed like that, and gradually I could feel my cock soften and shrink in my hand, still inside her, and a warm dribble of my spunk ran down out of her, over my fingers and over my balls.

That was the best time, but by no means the last, now that I'd learned that to fuck her properly, I just needed to lend us both a hand.

ife, Rosalyn came across the floor on all fours pretending to be a dog. (No, I didn't ask what was going on.) She was wearing tight bluejeans and a closefitting shirt. I could see down here cleavage.  I got a hardon at once, and couldn't get her out of my mind after that. 

A few days later, Terry gave me a ride home from work, and we stopped off at his place for some reason (I think it was to return a book he'd borrowed, but as we'll see, that was just a pretext). We had a couple of beers, and Rosalyn turned up.  Terry suggested she should drive me home, as he'd had too much beer. We went in her Mini.  I remember watching her as she drove, her tight body held in tight jeans and sweater, in confident control of her little car as she weaved thru the traffic. I hadn't seen her flesh beyond hands and face, but I'd seen her shape, and the way she moved, and I wanted her with an ache I hadn't felt since the summer of Rochelle and Jill.

I don't know how I did it - I guess the beer helped -  but I told her I knew I shouldn't be talking to her like this but I couldn't help it, I was thinking about her all the time, I found her painfully attractive, and I desperately wanted to make love to her.
 
She didn't respond, and I felt Very Foolish Indeed.  But two days later, she phoned me at work, and asked if I'd meet her at lunchtime, she really Needed To Talk To Me.  I thought she was going to give me a severe telling off for wanting to cheat on my wife, her best friend.

She picked me up near work in her car, and took me to her apartment, for "a cup of tea and a chat". She was again wearing her tight blue jeans, this time with a tight knitted sweater.  In her kitchen, with the kettle on, she turned to face me and said "do you want to come to bed with me?".

I felt a sudden thrill rush right thru me. "Yes, more than anything" I answered.  She was still standing facing me, without moving.  I stepped closer, and took both her hands in mine.  Holding her hands out from her sides I moved closer, until my rising dick was pressing against the belt of her jeans, and her breasts were pressed to my chest.  Then I enfolded her in my arms and bent my head to hers for our first kiss.  She raised her face to meet me and our lips met, and opened, and her tongue found mine.  We kissed wetly for a long minute, then she lowered her head, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom.  My dick was obvious, sticking straight out, kept from rising completely by my pants.

In the bedroom I undressed her slowly, licking and kissing each newly uncovered patch of skin.  I found her breasts even bigger than I'd expected, very tight and with the hardest nipples I'd ever sucked. Her tummy was flat though marred by stretchmarks and the scar of a cesarean.

The cesarean scar was actually good news - it meant she'd never had her pussy stretched by childbirth - and my dick jumped when I realised what this meant.  I hooked my thumbs into the sides of her panties and slipped them down.

That's when I had the best surprise of the day, as I uncovered her pussy.  She was wetter than I could even imagine, soaking with lovejuice, and the warm smell of her sex made my head feel light.

She tried to apologise for her wetness, saying she always got really wet and hoped I didn't mind.  For an answer, I pushed her softly back onto the bed, knelt between her knees, opened her legs wide and lowered my open mouth directly onto her pussy.  With my two hands I spread her lower lips and plastered down the soaking curls of her pubes, then I clamped my lips over her entire cunt, and sucked. I lapped my tongue up and down, and pushed it in as deep as I could, and sucked and swallowed, drinking her juices.  I found her clit, almost like a secret third nipple, and sucked it and flicked it with the tip of my tongue.

She bucked and humped my face, holding my head in her two hands, and pressing herself against my mouth, she came very quickly with a long shudder, more lovejuice flowed, and I greedily drank it in.

Her juices were running down my chin as she helped me out of my clothes.  My dick was as hard as a bone, and leaking a long dribble of precum, and I told her I'd have to fuck her twice, because I wouldn't be able to hold on long enough the first time.  I think she liked that, for she pulled me down on top of her, opening her legs and wrapping them around my waist, and my dick slid right into her warm wet cunt.  She clenched her cuntmuscles, and they grabbed my dick like an oiled fist. As she thrust against me her cunt felt as strong as a hand wanking me, resistance was impossible and I shot my load almost straight away, pumping spurt after spurt up into the tightest, wettest cunt I'd ever known.

I was very glad I'd given her advance warning, and she didn't seem to mind at all. I lay beside her stroking her marvellous breasts and teasing her nipples while she played with my softening penis until it was ready for another go. ("I like it when its soft" she told me.  Then she quickly added "I like it when its hard too").  Our second fuck lasted much longer, I was on that plateau of pleasure where I could enjoy all the feeling in my hard dick without tipping over the edge into orgasm, and kept on thrusting hard and deep as orgasm after orgasm swept over her in surprisingly rapid succession.  Eventually I felt my second load start to rise into my dick, it seemed to grow even bigger and harder as I kept on fucking at the same steady pace, with my hands clasping her ass cheeks and my mouth kissing her face, her lips, her ear, or sucking on her nipple,  until the feeling again washed over my whole body and squirted out of me at the top of each stroke - one, two, three, four, five hefty squirts, I swear I could feel the recoil, then I'm freewheeling to the finish, still moving in and out, but she's gone all relaxed and my cock has nothing more to release, my strokes get slower and shorter until I stop and slide out of her.  A great slurry of our mixed juices comes out with my cock and trickles down the crack over her asshole and adds itself to the already large soggy patch on the sheet.  Her inner thighs are soaking, my pubic hair is all matted and sodden, and my softening cock is slimy and tingling.   I collapse beside her and kiss her softly on the lips. She takes my cock in her hand and slowly wanks out my last few drops of cum onto her thigh, then rubs it in with the head of my dick.

Before I can doze off, she leads me to the shower, where we rinse our juices off each other. Then I'm dressed, and she's driving me back to work.  I can't remember if we even spoke on that ride.  I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting dazed at my desk. Terry's desk was nearby in the same open-plan area. I tried to avoid him, I was anxious that he'd notice something,  but it turned out that he already knew all about it - he'd set me up, getting Rosalyn to give me that lift home.  It seems it was payoff to Rosalyn for his swinging activities, when he'd fuck the daylights out of almost anyone else's wife at the frequent parties they attended on their weekend trips to their old hometown.
 
As far as I knew, he never tried to fuck my wife - not that I'd have cared. I was addicted to Rosalyn, and wanted to fuck her whenever I could, which wasn't nearly often enough.

The day after our first fuck, I phoned her at home - from a phone booth outside work - and we cooked up a plan to meet the next week.  I took a day off work, telling my wife I was going to job interviews downtown, and before 9AM I was on Rosalyn's doorstep, dressed in my interview suit.  She opened the door to me wearing a long dressing-gown.  As she closed the door, she turned to me, letting the robe fall open. She was naked underneath.  I was hard already, in fact I'd gotten hard as I climbed the steps to her front door, thinking about how we would spend the morning. 

I embraced her naked body inside the robe, and she pressed her pubes against my thigh. "Let me get out of this suit" I said, not wanting to explain to my wife why my suit pants smelled of pussy.  In the bedroom I quickly undressed, draping my clothes over a chair, then turned naked to her.  She still had the robe on, hanging open, and I returned to wrap my arms around her and press my skin against hers, flattening my throbbing erection against her tummy.

I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her pubes, licking at her already soggy slit.  She was the wettest woman I've ever fucked, before or since, and she orgasmed oh so easily.  This was our second time, and we were already creating a pattern that we would repeat whenever we could. 

First I'd eat her until she'd cum. Then I'd fuck her until she'd cum. Then we'd 69, while I lapped up the flood from her last orgasm, and she tasted her own juices on my cock.  If that didn't make her cum again, we'd turn round and fuck until she did.  Sometimes for a finale she'd cum one more time just as I was losing it and shooting my load deep into her cunt. 

Today we had time to spare, 6 hours, and she told me not to even try to hold back, we had time to do it again.  She climbed astride me and lowered herself onto my dick, and sitting up, fucked me so relentlessly I had no choice, it felt like her pussy was sucking the cum right up from my balls, and I squirted it into her within a minute.  She was really soaking now, with my cum mixing with her lovejuice dripping from her pussy.  She lay back naked on the bed while I took the time to really explore her, probing with fingers and tongue, and admiring the beauty that was her pussy, open like an orchid before me, with the swollen outer lips, the tiny peehole, the little hooded button of her clitoris, and the oh-so-tight inner tunnel.  That's when I first tasted my own cum, mixed into an erotic cocktail with hers. She was playing gently with my sleeping dick, and very soon we both felt it start to stiffen again.  She worked it some more with her hand, until it was fully awake.

She was lying back with her legs apart, and I climbed over her on hands and knees, one knee between her thighs, just touching her pussylips.  I sat back on her leg, and let my butt cheeks relax.  I brought my asshole down onto her knee - it seemed such an erotic thing to do - and moved my pelvis back and forth, so I was rubbing my asshole up and down her leg.  She moaned and said "You do such sexy things...", and again took hold of my dick.  I continued the thrusting motion, so now I was fucking her hand while rubbing my asshole back and forth on her knee.  That was too much for her, she pulled my cock towards her pussy, and I went with her until it slid smoothly back inside.

This time I fucked at least 3 orgasms out of her without pause, while she clasped my buttocks and tapped a fingertip on my asshole.  Then she rolled me over and sat up on top again so she could do the fucking. She increased the pace and it became an aerobic workout, she rode me hard, with her hair flying about her face and sweat running down between her tits, and her hips bucking back and forth as she came and came and came.  Her wetness ran down my balls to my asshole, and spread out over my thighs and up my belly as she alternated between bouncing and grinding on my dick.  Her breasts were bouncing freely, and I held up a hand and let her nipple flick against my palm as it bounced.  This sent her off again, and she accelerated, getting red in the face, as she forced herself to another climax.

We must have fallen asleep about noon, waking a couple of hours later with just enough time left for me to shower, dress and leave before she had to go pick up her kid from school.

I moved to another job, another city, but still we tried to get together when we could. We sent each other steamy letters. I got mine at work, and would take them straight away to the mens room to read and wank, as she told me how much she wanted to suck my cock or ride my tongue. I'd write back to her, sometimes wanking off over the letter and sealing it with my cum. In our letters we described what we'd do the next time, and it was in one of those letters that I told her I wanted to fuck her in the ass.

Once we found the chance to steal a whole weekend.  I flew in and she met me at the airport.  We sat in the arrivals lounge cuddling, and I fondled her breasts until she told me she wanted to cum and to get her out of there.  We had a hotel near the airport, and we were all over each other as soon as we had the door closed behind us. Finally we had to pause for breath - we were both naked, she on her back and me on top with my cock all the way up her, and our pubic bones pressed together - she asked if I still wanted to fuck her in the ass.

So we spread towels on the bed, and she turned over and presented her gorgeous ass to me.  I entered her doggy-style, getting my cock well lubricated by her pussy juice, then slipped it out and started sliding it up and down her crack, spreading the juice over the little bud of her asshole.  Gradually I probed her anus with the head of my dick until, quite suddenly, it gave way and the head of my dick sort of popped inside, with the tight ring of her anus gripping me just behind the helmet.  God but it was tight. I'd never fucked a virgin, and I'd never fucked an asshole.  I've no idea if I was fucking a virgin asshole, and in the heat of the moment I forgot to ask.

Once it was in, she pushed her butt against me and we moved slowly in very short strokes, working it gradually deeper until I had it all the way up her.  She was moaning, saying "yes, it IS sexy, it IS sexy..".  I brought it nearly all the way out, and slowly back in, deep, and as I realised what I was doing ("I'm fucking her asshole"), I felt the pulse throbbing in my dick and my balls tightened up and sent surge after surge of cum into her shithole.  When I took it out, I could smell her shit on my dick.

I reckon anal is only popular in porn because you can't smell it.
 
We headed for the shower and cleaned each other up very thoroughly.  By the time we'd dried off we were ready for more fucking, and this time my dick stayed hard without cumming for ages, long enough for her to cum again and again until the bed had several soggy patches.  Each time she'd cum, I'd go down and taste her pussy, pushing my face deep into her and my tongue as far as it would go inside, then coming out to lick and slurp around her clit. She'd buck against me and sometimes cum on my face, or demand I finish her off with my dick.  After tasting her cunt, I'd kiss her deep and she'd drink in her own juices. I loved to kiss her deep as I thrust my cock into her, then reverse and push my wet cock into her mouth and taste her cunt at the same time, then reverse again and put my tongue where my cock had been a moment before.  But for all the turning around, I always managed to cum inside her cunt. She told me she loved to feel it squirting inside her, and so did I.

We never did anal again, but I'm glad we did it that once.

Another stolen weekend, and we managed as well to have a couple of tabs of acid (this was the 70's).
 
We spent the entire weekend locked together cock-in-cunt, even between fucks when my dick went soft, we still kept it inside as best we could, living on room-service meals we ate while she sat astride me with my cock inside her once again. I don't think we ever finished a meal before the lust took over. As soon as she felt me hardening inside her there was no stopping till she'd made one or both of us cum.

One time she visited my hometown, as my wife's guest - they were the best of friends and I've no idea how much my wife knew about us.
 
I contrived a day's hiking in the hills, and Rosalyn contrived to walk part way with me.  We got into the wooded foothills, where I'd spent my boyhood days roaming and thinking about girls.  In a quiet spot she said she'd love to strip for me, but was nervous about being spotted.  It was a holiday, and the foresters weren't working, but she couldn't be persuaded.  In a sheltered hollow she agreed to take off her jeans, I took off mine and we fucked standing up against a tree.  She walked back into town, and I found a cosy spot to rest before I could walk back, after allegedly tramping the hills for the day.

Another weekend we were guests at a friend's home in the country.  Rosalyn was there as my wife's companion, and having Rosalyn nearby but not fuckable was such a frustration. 

Next day I found an excuse to wander off alone across the fields.  By arrangement, I met Rosalyn behind a small hillock - just a mound really, no bigger than a large hut - out of sight of the house.  No time for undressing, but we urgently needed to fuck. She quickly pulled down her jeans to her ankles and I pulled mine down far enough to release my dick, and we fucked like that on the mossy ground, a hard fast fuck that took us both rapidly to a simultaneous orgasm.  A quick hug after we'd pulled up our pants again, and off to make our separate ways back to the house for dinner.

It was ages before I saw her again, it was over a year since our first time, and it was to be our last. 
My work sent me for a few days to a place just a few hours drive from her, and supplied me with a car.
I phoned her and she told me Terry was out of town for the week.  I suggested she put on something sexy when she went to bed, and leave out a key for me.  After work I drove like a madman - the song "I drove all night" springs to mind when I recall that night - and very late came to her door.  She was wearing one of my shirts, supplied to Terry by my wife sometime before - and nothing else.  I'd kind of hoped for stockings and suspenders, or some sexy lingerie, but if she found my old shirt sexy, I couldn't complain.  I remember most clearly fucking her doggystyle, with her head on the pillow and the shirt flung up over her shoulders.  From behind, with the stretchmarks out of sight, she was as gorgeous as any centerfold model, and that was my last sexual sight of her as we reached our final orgasms.  At 5AM I had to go, to drive all the way back, and show up at work in desperate need of coffee.  Nobody mentioned the excess miles on the rental car.

That was our last time. Not that we broke up, or fell out, or had enough, just changes of address and other distractions meant we parted company, never to meet again.  We never spoke of love, and we never tried to get into each other's hearts or lives, it was enough to be able to get into each other's pants.  It was pure lust.

[...next up, if you like, we see how Mr Mole fares after his first divorce...]
 

tely perfumed, and she knew how to turn on the charm, teasing and tantalising. I'd get a hardon just listening to her voice.  But as I got to know her, I found her attitude to sex was not what I'd hoped.  She had a high opinion of her own desirability, and used her body as a reward.  I didn't really understand this when she first decided to reward me, and I went gratefully to bed with her. She was a bit slack, not having gotten properly back into shape from her two children, but her pussy was warm and her body felt and looked great. But she didn't really engage, just lay back and let it happen, as if that was all she needed to do.  I should have caught on and got away from her, but I hadn't been laid for such a long time, I was sick of wanking, and she was oh so pretty.

So we shacked up, she moved in with me in my rather run down rented cottage in the country.  It didn't take long before she started rationing her rewards, and hiking the price - it seemed she needed ever more care, attention, gifts, money from me before she felt I deserved another reward - meaning a fuck. She wasn't even such a great lover - good at flirting and enticing, but once we were in bed, while I was trying to enjoy her body, and arouse her with kisses and caresses, she would maul my dick quite roughly, so the only way to keep it from injury was to bury it inside her.  Once it was in, she'd hold me and stroke my back and wrap her legs around me and generally try to encourage me to cum as soon as I liked - basically, she just wanted to get it over with I suppose, and I don't think she ever had an orgasm with me.

I did ask. She claimed she'd cum when I did, which I doubted.

It was a fairly shortlived relationship. Soon I found her pretty much impossible to coax, although we were still sharing a bed.  Worse, she was openly flirting with a neighbour, who suddenly started to have a lot of time to drive her and her kids here and there.  I felt it all falling apart, but I still couldn't face facts and make a clean break, instead I'd alternate between trying extra hard to please her, then raging quietly to myself when my extra efforts didn't pay off. Finally, in a surprisingly frank moment, she declared that she didn't want to share my bed anymore, and took herself off to the spare room.  She seemed to have no intentions of moving out of my house though, and started treating me more or less as a rentfree landlord and grocery delivery service.  In a few short weeks we'd reached a state that many (unhappily) married couples take years to achieve.

She still looked achingly sexy, though I knew her by now and didn't even like her.  I lay many sleepless nights alone in bed, knowing she was sleeping in the next room.  I had a raging hardon, she was such a cockteaser, even though I didn't like her I still desired her.  She'd left some underwear behind in my room, and I took to wanking myself to sleep with one of her lacy black G-strings wrapped round my cock.

After about a week of this frustrating existence, I suddenly knew what to do.  I waited till I was sure she'd settled into bed, lights off. I undressed completely. My dick was hard and aching with frustration. I rehearsed in my mind what I was going to do.  I fished out a condom and rolled it on - we'd never used them when we were "lovers", but now I felt it was a kind of statement - I want to fuck you, but I don't want to touch you.  Also I didn't know if she was still taking the pill, and I absolutely did not want any child of mine having that bitch for a mother.

Dick in hand, wanking gently to keep it hard (have you ever tried to recover an erection thats gone soft with a condom on?), I crept silently to her room, slowly pushed open the door and moved to her bedside. The room was faintly lit by a narrow beam of moonlight shining on the end wall.  She was lying mostly on her tummy, head turned to the side, asleep.  I watched her breathing evenly, a dangerous whirl of feelings washing over me.  You're so beautiful. I miss you.  No I don't. I hate you.  I want you, I want to fuck you, I hate you because I want you, you beautiful fucking bitch. My heart was thumping, and my dick was throbbing in my hand.

I thought about ripping off the condom and wanking off over her, but no, that wouldn't be enough. I decide I want to fuck her from behind, feel her butt against my thighs as I thrust my dick into her cunt. With a deep breath, I threw back the covers quickly, all the way down past her feet.  She wore a long white nightdress, which came down past her knees. She stirred a little at the movement of the covers, then I was on top of her, pulling up her nightdress to uncover her ass.  Damn, she's wearing panties. She's awake now, and struggling "What are you doing?" she asks. "I'm raping you Jan, you bitch".

I can't hold her down and get her panties off at the same time, and she struggles round to face me. "Get off. Stop it" she says, or words to that effect.  Oddly, we're both being quiet because her children are asleep in the next room, so it's a fairly silent struggle. I concentrate on the panties, if I can get them off I can manage the rest.  She's on her back now, no chance of my planned fuck-from-behind. I get my fingers inside her panty waistband, hook my thumb into the leg-hole and close my fist. I've got them held tight now, just a matter of tugging them down. I'm holding onto her wrists with my other hand, she's woken up to what's happening, I'm not coaxing or pleading for her "rewards", I'm taking them whether she wants to give them or not.  I back off her and pull, and the panties are round her knees. Another pull and they're off.  

She tries to get off the bed but I have her by the leg.  I force my knee between hers, wedge her open and then I'm on top of her, her legs are open around me, but she's struggling still, trying to push or roll me off, but I push my hips up between her thighs and grab her wrists, hold them up over her head.  I thrust my hips, and miss. Damn. I let go one wrist and reach under her butt, find my dick and steer it into her cunt.  Being slack, she's easy to enter, and the lubrication on the condom is enough to let it slip inside. Now I can hold her down by my weight on her pelvis, I let go her arms, ignore her face - I wanted to fuck her from behind, but this will have to do - I hold onto her hips, while she continues to struggle and complain. "Stop. Don't do this. Get off".  Actually its turning into one of the best fucks I've ever had from her, usually she's much less active. I thrust slowly, never taking it too far out in case I can't get it back in - she's impaled and can't get away.  I try some sweet talk: "Shut up you Fucking cunt.  I'm Fucking you and I'm going to Fuck you like this every Fucking night until you get the Fuck out of my house". I emphasised every "Fuck" with a hard thrust all the way up her cunt.  She stopped wriggling and just kind of stiffened up.  Now I was wishing she wasn't so slack - what if I couldn't cum?  I speeded up, pounding my pelvic bone into hers, all my weight on her and my hands under her ample arse, gripping her butt cheeks as I thrust faster and faster, come on, I'm urging myself, where's the fucking spunk gone.  This has gone on a lot longer than most of her willing fucks already, I'm dripping sweat onto her, I hope she hates that, and I'm still hard and now I can feel the familiar twinge in my balls and the glorious feeling starts to rise slowly up the length of my dick.  No stopping, I'm breathing hard, and I fuck her harder, past the point of no return, then I'm cumming into the condom inside her unwilling cunt. I keep thrusting till theres nothing left, then collapse on her, breathing heavily, my chin on her shoulder, her cheek next to mine but miles away. "Get off" she manages. "Fuck you" I reply, but I lift off her, grip my dick to hold the condom in place, and pull it out of her.  She curls up and turns away from me, silent.  "Goodbye Jan" I tell her as I head for the door.

The next day I left early, stayed away from the house until evening.  By the time I returned, there was no sign she'd ever been there.  Except for the cum-stained black G-string in my bed.  I wanked into it one more time, then threw it on the fire.

mething - but later I needed no pretext.  Rochelle would be asleep, or more likely pretending, and listening, and (as I imagined later) perhaps rubbing herself as Jill and I lay together on the other single bed.  We'd kiss and cuddle and I'd find my way to her pussy again and again. 

I loved her pussy, it was the most amazing thing to me, the first pussy I'd touched. She'd hardly any hair, just a little fuzz, and she was always wet by the time I touched her, and she always welcomed my fingers by opening her legs just a little, just enough that I knew it was ok, and by now I knew I wasn't hurting
her.  She told me she knew how to get a boy "worked up", and demonstrated by putting her knee between my thighs. But she never touched my dick, and wouldn't let me open my pants, but I could fingerfuck her for ages, and also rub my dick against her pussy through my clothes and her panties.

Mostly this was in the room she shared with Rochelle, who was obligingly staying asleep - or at least silent - through all our whispering and loveplay, even when Jill would start to gasp and buck against my hand as I fingerfucked her, ramming my two fingers as far up her pussy as I could, then pulling out almost all the way, in and out harder and faster until she'd shudder and whimper and hold me really tight with her head buried in my shoulder, then collapse in what seemed like a faint, lying very still while I kissed her cheeks and lips and gently stroked her pussy.

She claimed she'd fainted, and once while she was in this faint - I thought she might be pretending - I decided to explore the one place she'd never let me go to - her tits.  I found out she hadn't any, just a little girl bra with some tissue stuffed inside.  Evidently her lack of tits was an embarrassment for her, and maybe the reason she was willing instead to open the way to her pussy. 

What boy would complain he couldn't feel her tits if she'd let him at her cunt instead?

A couple of nights she came into my room, and I lay on top of her and thrust at her like we were really fucking, the head of my dick poking into her pussy, with her dress pulled up,  but her panties and my trousers still on. We did this until I'd cum inside my own trousers, the first time I'd ever cum without wanking. 

And all the time, I was thinking about Rochelle. 

In the daytime she never mentioned our nightly meetings, and we all pretended she'd been asleep, but later I started to fantasize what had been going on, and what I might have done about it.

Supposing Jill and I had gone to her bed to see if she was really asleep?  

What if we'd found her touching herself? What if I'd gone to her first, perhaps to make sure she was sleeping, only to find she wasn't?  I must have shot a gallon of cum at her image as I grew thru my teens, until my first Real Fuck, and my first Real SixtyNine, in '69, drove her from the front of my mind.

I never did see Rochelle or Jill again. Jill got pregnant and married young.  Rochelle went to California and carved out the kind of life that only a gorgeous freespirited blonde can, with a succession of ever richer "boyfriends", and a career in windowdressing (according to her folks), but I suspect that she was really an upmarket hooker.  

At least, she was in my fantasies.

(More tales of Real Sexual Encounters to follow, if anyone likes this stuff)

when I fell in love with my cousin Rochelle.

She's a natural blonde, and gorgeous at every age of her life.  She grew up in another city, and we seldom met.
 
She was 6 or 7 when I met her and fell in love. My parents and I visited her family. I was put to bed in a spare room. Just before I went to sleep, she arrived at my door with a stack of comics for me. I took them. How I wish I'd invited her in to sit in bed with me and read them.  How many times in my teens I'd wanked myself dry thinking of having her close beside me. I'd imagine cuddling her and putting my hand inside her pyjama bottoms, though I still had no idea what I might find in there.  I've no sisters, no girls close by, never saw a pussy.  She was my first and best wank fantasy.

Next time I saw her I was 14 and she was 12.  She was wearing dresses and stockings with real suspenders. She was stunningly gorgeous, with long straight pale-blonde hair almost to her waist, shining china-blue eyes and a smile like sunshine. I could hardly speak to her, just looking at her did funny things to my insides.
 
Her brother (about my age) and her pretty brunette friend Jill made a "foursome" and went to a movie.  I tried to put my arm around Rochelle, but nothing happened.  My heart was pounding.  After the movie, horsing around, I tried to lift Rochelle off the ground, one arm round her shoulders, the other behind her knees, but I (accidentally) got my arm under her skirt and ended up with my hand on the backs of her stockinged thighs.  She got embarrassed and angry and I had to drop her quick and that was all I remember of that except for months of wanking myself to sleep with images of what I might have found if I'd moved my hand up over her stocking tops, and if she'd been pleased instead of angry.

Next visit, I was 16, she was 14.  Her friend Jill was there again, and - though I was aching for Rochelle, I somehow believed that it was Wrong to Desire My Cousin.  I believed a lot of crap back then.  Jill too was beautiful, with straight dark chestnut hair, dark brown twinkling eyes and a cheeky smile. 

We went to a party, at which all I remember is being very embarrassed, all the boys were older than me, and Jill was flirting with them, sitting on their laps in her short dress - again, with Real Stockings and Suspenders  - this was the 60's, and the infuriating pantyhose hadn't quite taken over yet.  I spent the entire time watching Jill's progress round the room, first dancing with this boy, then sitting on the lap of another one, laughing, teasing, giggling.  Emotions washed over me. Desire, jealousy, embarrassment.

But after the party we were squeezed into the backseat of somebody's car taking us back to my cousin's home, where Jill was also sleeping over with Rochelle. Squashed next to Jill I managed to cuddle her a little.

Somehow we ended up in the front lounge, with the lights off, and everyone else in the house gone to bed. At last I managed to hold and kiss her.

We sat squashed together in a big armchair, hip to hip, with her legs across mine. I'd frenched a couple of girls before - the first when I was 14 - and we were kissing long deep and wet. I loved the feel of her close against me, and stroked her back from shoulder to hip. Not knowing where this was going, only that I didn't want it to end, I avoided her ass - though it's where I wanted to go - and stroked her shoulder-to-hip, and hip-to-knee.  Once on her knee - that gorgeous stocking clad knee - I started stroking her up and down the thigh, not yet daring to go above her stocking tops.  We were still kissing deeply, so no complaints from her. I lingered with my hand on her thigh, then gently brushed across her stocking top onto her bare smooth flesh.
 
She kissed me deeper, sighed a little and parted her legs slightly. 

I was in heaven, this had never happened to me before. I felt gently, lovingly, lustfully all round her bare thigh above the stocking top before I brushed the edge of her panties. I brushed the front of her panties with the back of my hand, as I reached round her inner thigh. Still kissing, teasing tongues, but all my mind was focussed on the feeling in my hand, and my dick was so hard it almost hurt. I could feel some wetness in my underpants. Fearing she would stop me, I started rubbing the back of my hand on her mound. Then I turned my hand and stroked my finger across the front of her panties. They were damp. Somehow I pulled the material aside and found her secret place. 

I didn't notice any hair, just soft warm dampness, and my fingers - first one, then two - slipped into her very moist slit. She held me tighter and humped her hips against my hand, and suddenly - though I didn't know the word - I was fingerfucking her, plunging in and out as her breath came in gasps and we stopped kissing, I held her close and she hugged me tight and thrust her pelvis back and forth in rhythm with my fingers, urging me with her body to move faster and faster until she broke the pace with a shudder and a moan, and then she was in tears, cuddling against me, she wouldn't look at me but buried her face in my shirt and sobbed and sobbed. 

I thought I'd done something terrible to her. I apologised and told her I hadn't meant to hurt her. Maybe I even told her I loved her. It was the first time I'd brought a girl to orgasm, and it still ranks as my most wonderful sexual experience ever.

By the time we'd finished, her panties were soaking and there was a very wet patch on the front of my trousers. We went - separately - to our beds, and my head was a turmoil, replaying all we'd done. I fell asleep sniffing the two fingers I'd had inside her.  I carefully avoided washing those fingers for weeks, and at least imagined I could still smell her juices as I wanked myself to sleep every night from then on.

(Part Two to follow, if anyone liked this)