nails I’d had done the day before. They looked really special with their tiny sequins in the middle. I got a little carried away and dug in to his skin. My fingers left a set of red parallel lines down his midriff.
I massaged his stomach.
Talk about a six pack. This guy was rock hard.
The gyrating began again.
All the girls started shouting. “Off, off, off,” they screamed.
I looked down at his pouch. It was bulging. “Off, off, off,” I joined in.
He fingered the thongs for a while, lifting them and stretching them. It was tantalising stuff. In the end, I couldn’t bear it. I took a hold of it and pulled down hard.
And Oh My Gosh! I was looking at the biggest cock I’d ever seen in my life, and it was only half-erect.
His ginger pubic hair was neatly trimmed and showed his balls off at their best.
What was I going to do with that?
Around me the girls were all cheering.
I didn’t know what they were expecting.
Before I’d had time to think, my hand had grabbed his bell end. I’d pushed back the foreskin and rubbed gently at the bobbly edges of his helmet.
I guess I’d done the right thing because when I managed to avert my gaze from his willy, I saw that the grin on his face was even bigger than the one he’d given me the first time.
He pushed the lid of the bottle and dribbled oil onto my hand.
I rubbed up and down until his cock became fully hard.
Buddy Holly had nothing on this guy, I can tell you. He was the size of a pony. I could only just get my finger and thumb around him.
His end throbbed red. I worked him faster and faster.
He reached over and grabbed my hair.
He pulled it tight when he was preparing to come. I increased my speed. Faster and faster I went.
He pulled my hair harder.
I stared right at his dick as it twitched and send a jet of white sperm right into my face. The hot liquid dripped down my cheeks and dribbled into my mouth. I licked at it with my tongue enjoying the sour fluid. I was so turned on, I’d have straddled him there and then with all my best friends watching if his manhood hadn’t drooped as soon as he’d come.
I’m lucky with my friends. I don’t think any of them has told a soul. Not even Michelle has spread the word and she was the one who had the best view of all.
P is for Pearls
I t was another of the things that changed about Simon when he turned forty. He began researching sex on the internet. We tried a few things. He gave the shower head a go, sprinkling it over my delicate parts. That did nothing for me. He moved on to a water pistol to see if that was any better. It wasn’t. He dressed up as a policeman, but after my stripper experience, it just made me laugh. He wanted to try a whip, but no thanks. I know I’ve done a lot of things, but I’ve never wanted anyone to hurt me. He tried slapping my ass instead. It wasn’t hard - I suppose he was just trying it out – I tore a strip off him for that and made it clear that that was never to happen again or I’d be walking out of the door. That might sound harsh, but I wasn’t interested in that kind of thing and I would have left as well. No matter what we have.
In the end he apologised and I forgave him.
The only one of his ideas that actually worked for me was the pearls.
I almost didn’t let him after the whip idea, but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings too badly. After all, he was only trying to spice things up for both of us.
It all happened very quickly. We were kissing and cuddling one Sunday morning when he said he had a present for me.
I sat up like a puppy being offered a bone.
In his bedside table was a rectangular box wrapped in red paper and with a white ribbon tied neatly around it.
I opened it slowly.
Inside was a long black velvet box.
I went to open the silver catch and he put his hand on mine to prevent me doing so.
“There’s one condition,” he said. “That I get to use them first.”
I didn’t understand, but I agreed anyway.
I pushed the clasp
I massaged his stomach.
Talk about a six pack. This guy was rock hard.
The gyrating began again.
All the girls started shouting. “Off, off, off,” they screamed.
I looked down at his pouch. It was bulging. “Off, off, off,” I joined in.
He fingered the thongs for a while, lifting them and stretching them. It was tantalising stuff. In the end, I couldn’t bear it. I took a hold of it and pulled down hard.
And Oh My Gosh! I was looking at the biggest cock I’d ever seen in my life, and it was only half-erect.
His ginger pubic hair was neatly trimmed and showed his balls off at their best.
What was I going to do with that?
Around me the girls were all cheering.
I didn’t know what they were expecting.
Before I’d had time to think, my hand had grabbed his bell end. I’d pushed back the foreskin and rubbed gently at the bobbly edges of his helmet.
I guess I’d done the right thing because when I managed to avert my gaze from his willy, I saw that the grin on his face was even bigger than the one he’d given me the first time.
He pushed the lid of the bottle and dribbled oil onto my hand.
I rubbed up and down until his cock became fully hard.
Buddy Holly had nothing on this guy, I can tell you. He was the size of a pony. I could only just get my finger and thumb around him.
His end throbbed red. I worked him faster and faster.
He reached over and grabbed my hair.
He pulled it tight when he was preparing to come. I increased my speed. Faster and faster I went.
He pulled my hair harder.
I stared right at his dick as it twitched and send a jet of white sperm right into my face. The hot liquid dripped down my cheeks and dribbled into my mouth. I licked at it with my tongue enjoying the sour fluid. I was so turned on, I’d have straddled him there and then with all my best friends watching if his manhood hadn’t drooped as soon as he’d come.
I’m lucky with my friends. I don’t think any of them has told a soul. Not even Michelle has spread the word and she was the one who had the best view of all.
P is for Pearls
I t was another of the things that changed about Simon when he turned forty. He began researching sex on the internet. We tried a few things. He gave the shower head a go, sprinkling it over my delicate parts. That did nothing for me. He moved on to a water pistol to see if that was any better. It wasn’t. He dressed up as a policeman, but after my stripper experience, it just made me laugh. He wanted to try a whip, but no thanks. I know I’ve done a lot of things, but I’ve never wanted anyone to hurt me. He tried slapping my ass instead. It wasn’t hard - I suppose he was just trying it out – I tore a strip off him for that and made it clear that that was never to happen again or I’d be walking out of the door. That might sound harsh, but I wasn’t interested in that kind of thing and I would have left as well. No matter what we have.
In the end he apologised and I forgave him.
The only one of his ideas that actually worked for me was the pearls.
I almost didn’t let him after the whip idea, but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings too badly. After all, he was only trying to spice things up for both of us.
It all happened very quickly. We were kissing and cuddling one Sunday morning when he said he had a present for me.
I sat up like a puppy being offered a bone.
In his bedside table was a rectangular box wrapped in red paper and with a white ribbon tied neatly around it.
I opened it slowly.
Inside was a long black velvet box.
I went to open the silver catch and he put his hand on mine to prevent me doing so.
“There’s one condition,” he said. “That I get to use them first.”
I didn’t understand, but I agreed anyway.
I pushed the clasp
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