Roger Pt. 01

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English, grammar and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

My phone rang. "Hello?"

"It's me." Ronnie's voice at the other end. Ronnie is my wife.

"Okay, yes?"

"Go ahead and have your lunch," she said, "mother and I will be some hours yet, she is not ready to stop shopping."

"God, has she bought up the shops then?"

"No, she hasn't bought anything, but she is enjoying looking around every shop. We will see you later."

I put the phone down, balls, I would have made more use of this day if I had known, I could have asked Rene over, even better I could have gone and seen Gill. As it was, I was now at a loose end. I made a coffee and went and sat in the garden, reading a novel that I had meant to finish months ago, but somehow hadn't managed to. I heard some movement in the garden next door and could make out a muted conversation between Annette and Pete.

'Well what are you going to do?' I heard Annette ask.

'I don't fucking know, I have been stitched up.' That was Pete.

'I don't think Roger would have done that.' No, of course I wouldn't, what ever it was.

'Maybe not, but now she has a bloody evidence kit that she can use to get me charged with bloody rape, and I can't do anything about it.'

'Well, perhaps she won't use it.'

'He said he had persuaded her not to use it, not to go to the police. Why would he do that?'

'Perhaps to save your hide. Don't be so hard on him. Come here.' I heard some rustling and kissing and then obviously sexual sounds and moans from Pete, and then the unmistakable slapping sounds of a wank.

'Come on Pete, come for me' I heard, was he wanking himself or was she doing it for him? I couldn't tell, and I didn't want to move in closer in case they realised I was there.

'Oh God' I heard from Pete and then a couple of 'eurgh' sounds and the noises stopped. He presumed Pete had come.

'I am going to the gym for a couple of hours.' I then heard Pete say.

'Okay, I am going to lay in the garden and top up my tan' Annette replied.

I lay quietly, listening as Pete went into the house and then about 5 minutes later I heard Pete's car start up and drive away. I hadn't heard Annette move, but heard her back door open and close, and I guessed that she had gone in too. I got myself up and went in the house, putting my coffee cup down on the drainer, ready for washing. My front door knocked.

"Hi Roger," It was Annette. "I see that she is out, will she be long?"

"Hi Annette, another hour at least."

"Oh Good" Annette said and stepped in, kissing me hard on the lips and grabbing my cock through my trousers. "I need fucking."

Not one to stand on ceremony, I pushed my hand at her crotch and forced her skirt into her slit, rubbing a finger up and down and then pushing a finger inside her fanny, skirt and all, leaving the skirt pushed into her as I slid my finger out.

"Naughty girl going out without her knickers on, what would the neighbours say?"

She laughed and undid my belt and fly and pulled my trousers and pants down to my knees, taking my cock and balls in her hands.

"Someone is all ready to fuck" She said as she slow wanked my cock, and I wondered if she had indeed wanked Pete just a few minutes before with the same hand. I shook my head to clear the vision from my mind. I pulled her to me and pushed her onto the stairs, pulling her skirt up, the rick of material roughly pulling from her fanny, causing her to go 'oh' as it abraded over her skin.

I forced her legs apart and lined myself up and pushed, going in hard, I pressed against her until I was fully penetrating, my balls resting against her inner thigh, my hands pushing her blouse and bra up to reveal her breasts, I bent and bit her left nipple.

"Jesus, oh Fuck" she cried.

I fucked her hard, the stairs must have been digging painfully into her back as I thrust into her, her breaths shortening, her hands gripping the stair carpet and her fanny tightening like a vice around my cock, I recognised the signs and pulled out and stood up, pulling my trousers back up.

I turned and locked the front door and stepped over her and went up to my bedroom. I sat on the bed and pulled off my polo shirt, socks, Chino's and underpants and lay back on the bed. My head had just hit the pillow when she walked in.

"Bastard" she said as she undid and dropped her skirt and removed her blouse and bra.

In an idle moment I wondered if Joyce my voyeur neighbour with the binoculars was watching.

"Where are they?" Annette asked me

"My what?" I asked, slowly fisting my cock in a gentle wank.

"Your toys"

"In the wardrobe there" I pointed. Annette opened the door and pulled out my bag of restraints and dildos and other toys, tipping it onto the floor. Taking a pair of rope restraints she fixed my ankles to the bed base, my legs forced wide apart. She picked up another two restraints, scrambled on to the bed and sat astride my chest, restraining first one hand and then the other. She pulled a pillow from its case and pulled the case over my head. A ball gag was pushed into my mouth and tightened. She laughed and stood by the bed.

"Perhaps I ought to leave you for your wife to find." She said. I couldn't say anything, I was gagged.

She leant forward and grabbed my cock and then wanked me hard, brutally pulling my skin all the way down my shaft, my cock head going purple as the skin pulled, not stopping, she gave me at least twenty very hard strokes of my cock, and then she stopped. She slapped my stomach, the sudden assault and sting making me groan and jerk clear of the bed.

I felt her move on the bed and sensed her crouch over my head, and then she began to herself to rub against my nose. She slid her crotch back and forth, rubbing my nose against her clitoris and then sliding to impale herself, my nose tip penetrating her fanny, my airways blocked, making my breathing difficult. She rocked herself against me and I heard her breaths shorten and felt her fanny tighten.

I heard her gasp and laugh as her orgasm rolled through her, fucking my nose into her fanny, her piss squirting over my face, soaking thought the pillowcase, dripping into my mouth. I gulped and tried to swallow, but the gag had my tongue, and all I could do was let her piss trickle down my throat, my cock involuntarily jerking as her orgasm rolled across me.

She got off her and lay at the side of me, catching her breath. I hoped she would see to my erection, make me come, but having not long done that to Pete in the garden I guessed that her arm was tired. She knew I was right handed, so I was a little surprised when she undid the restraint on my left hand and moved my hand to my cock.

"Wank yourself, come for me. If you don't I will leave you tied up here for your wife to find."

I thought 'bollocks to this', and did nothing at first, just left my hand loosely around my cock. She slapped my stomach again, again making me jump.

"I told you, wank for me" she said.

I began a wank using my left hand. I usually wanked with my right, my stronger hand, but she had only freed my left. I wondered if she had done that on purpose, I wondered if that was part of her game, and she would stop me at some point and then fuck me? I squeezed as hard as I could and wanked my skin up and down, a soreness as I did so, my cock was dry and my foreskin was rubbing painfully against my cock head, but I couldn't say anything, the ball gag saw to that.

I squeezed and pressed a thumb into my shaft, trying to imagine that it was Rene trying to pleasure me, trying to work her magic. My left-handed wanks most closely resembled Rene's technique and I mentally started encouraging Rene, glad that my mouth was gagged, uttering her name would not go down well. I wished my other hand were free, then I could add to my stimulation, I could run a finger by my arse as I wanked, something I learned long ago increased my sensitivity levels and heightened my orgasm.

I let go of my cock and reached as far down as I could, holding and gently massaging my balls, before reaching further back, my finger not quite able to reach my anus, but still the stimulation against my perineum exciting me more. Annette must have lain there watching me, she must have seen me roll my skin up and down my shaft, watched my knuckles go white as I squeezed myself, and hoped that she was fascinated when I stopped and played with my balls and my arse. But it seems that she wanted me to wank, not play with myself. She took my hand and guided it back to my cock.

"Just wank" she said. My knuckles whitened again as I gripped and resumed a wank, my hand moving faster as I complied with her instruction. She watched as my balls raised and sank as I jerked my skin up and down faster and faster, It excited me to think she watched my arse cheeks tighten and go taut and then my arse lifted off the bed and a rope of spunk shot from my cock arching through the air, landing in a streak on my abdomen, and a second left its mark on my thigh, and then I slowed, no more great jerks, just a small stream of white.

It must have been a powerful thing to see, especially de-personalised, my face hidden behind a mask, my mouth gagged, all I could do was ejaculate, there was no other communication. I felt her wipe something through the streaks of my cum, the vibrator I thought, lubricating it. She pushed the tip at my anus, twisting and turning it, wiping my cum over my arse, using my cum as a lubricant.

I wondered if she wondered why my cock seemed to go semi hard as she pushed, and then my muscle gave way, and the vibrator slipped in beneath the cheeks of my arse, she carried on twisting and pushing until it was buried almost completely in me. She rotated the base and I heard and felt the vibrations start, and I rocked from side to side, my cock getting firmer, not hard enough for a fuck, but firmer, the vibrations sending a small but constant tickle through my groin, slowly bringing me to another boil.

I felt her as she got off from the bed and heard as she dressed, leaving me. I heard her go downstairs and let herself out, pulling the door to behind her. Shit! I wondered if I would be able to free myself and get cleaned up before Ronnie came home. Be quite difficult to explain the smears of spunk around my arse, especially if she came back whilst I was still restrained.

The trouble was, even with one arm free, I was tied so tightly that I could not reach across and reach any of the other restraints to free myself. My cock got harder and my balls got tighter as the vibrator did its work inside me. I tried to move and perhaps push it out, but all I managed to do was rub it against my prostate, and I moved quickly again. Jammed against my prostate would have had me constantly ejaculating, and that would have been very painful to say the least.

I heard the front door open, was it Annette coming back I wondered? I felt sure it was too soon for Ronnie.

"Hello?" I heard from downstairs, it sounded like Joyce. I could give no response.

"Hi, it's me, don't worry," she said from within the room somewhere, and undid my other hand. I leant forward and undid the gag and pulled the piss wet pillow case off my head.

"Thank you" I said my voice croaky and dried.

"You're most welcome" Joyce replied as she undid my left foot.

"Could you pass me a tissue?" I asked as I turned the vibrator off. She passed me two tissues from the box on the chest of drawers,

"Excuse me," I said as I pulled the vibrator from my backside and wrapped it in the tissues. "I'll clean that in a minute."

"You are excused. I hope that you get sorted. I better go before your wife gets home."

"Oh, no rush, I don't expect that she will be home for another hour. If you want a coffee, could you put the kettle on whilst I clean up, and I'll be down in a few minutes."

"Oh. Okay, yes, right, you clean up, I'll put the kettle on. You don't need to be embarrassed you know, I watched it all, I saw everything that she did, and I saw what you did. It is not a problem."

"Okay, I just wasn't going to ask you to watch whilst I washed my bum."

"On another occasion I may already have washed it for you. I will sit here and talk to you whilst you wash. I can pick up your bits and pieces and put them back in the bag for you."

"Thank you," I said. I heard her gather the various restraints and straps and put them all in the bag as I had the taps running in the ensuite. She stood in the doorway and watched me. I was stood with one foot resting on the toilet seat, a flannel in my hand, washing my bottom, rinsing the flannel under the taps. She tutted and walked in and took the flannel from me.

"Bend forward," she instructed and put a little wash gel on the flannel and swept the flannel between my legs, washing my cheeks, crack and balls, rinsing the flannel as she went. Seemingly satisfied that my nethers were clean, "turn around" she instructed, and then washed my still rock harden cock and abdomen and thighs.

"Right" she said, "now you are clean, no sign of anything untoward. Apart from a hard cock that is."

"I am not too sure what to do about that," I said, looking at her directly in the eyes.

"Well if you don't know now, you never will," She said as she lifted her skirt and pulled her knickers to one side. "But you will need to be quick if I am to be gone before your wife returns."

Never one to turn a gift fanny away, I bent her forwards over the hand wash basin and slipped my cock up and down between her fanny lips, she lubricated quickly, and at the bottom of my stroke I flexed my hips and pushed. Had she been aroused by what she saw, had watching me wank myself made her hot, had she rubbed her clit till she came.

My cock entering her easily, sliding in to the full length of my shaft, a wonderful warm feeling on my cock, her knickers bunched to one side causing a slight scrape as I sawed in and out of her. I had my arms either side of her, hands on the basin steadying myself as I fucked her, I fantasised that she was wanking herself as I wanked myself.

This was more about satisfying my own need and to be honest I gave no thought to her needs, I just needed to fuck, needed to fill a cunt with my spunk and in my fantasy it felt more like a wank, I was just using her cunt as my hand. I fucked into her, pushing in as far as I could, pulling almost all the way out, at one point her knickers got in the way and she hurriedly pulled them to one side again, and then I felt my balls tighten and my arse squeezed and the pain of the ecstasy flooded my body as I flooded her with my cum, grunting with each ejaculation, laying over her back, gasping breath as I was finished.

I pushed myself upright, my cock slipping from her. She pulled a small length of toilet roll and wrapped it into a plug a pushed it into herself. I guessed that would have to do until she could get home and douche.

"Better?" she asked me.

"Much," I said.

"Sometimes," she said, "you just need to do it, no messing, no foreplay, just be like an animal."

"Within reason, yes, consent given, yes."

"Indeed and for you, this time, I consented, and it was good for me. I had watched you with her earlier don't forget."

"So, what you saw aroused you then?"

"Well, let's just say I was not averse to what just happened."

"Did you touch yourself when you watched me?"

"Yes"

"Did you make yourself cum?"

"Yes"

"I am glad." So, when I was laying there tied up, two women were actually watching me wank. One was masturbating herself; I wondered if Annette had also, or had she gone home to get her vibrator out and wank herself with a hard bit of plastic?

Sunday was here almost before I knew it. I pottered around the house in underpants and robe whilst Ronnie and her mother sorted themselves out ready to take Mother in law back home.

"What are you going to do today?" Ronnie asked me. Good questions, I could hardly say I was planning on going to see my mistress for a Sunday fuck.

"General slob, then shave and shower, then mooch around B&Q, may go to the pub and watch a bit of football, part from that, nothing. What time will you be back, should I do tea for us?"

"God no. I won't be home till late this evening. I need to make sure mother is all sorted before I leave, so I will have tea there."

"Okay, I only asked," I said and left her to it. I kept out of her way whilst she loaded her car, checked the guest room about 5 times to make sure nothing had been left behind and then, eventually, she left. I immediately phone Gillian.

"Hello you."

"Hello you too."

"She had finally gone. Shower and shave and I will be with you."

"You can do that here."

"True, but I am a bit high."

"So what?"

"Be there in ten minutes."

"Much better."

I put the phone down and threw on a t shirt and clean underpants and socks, and put my chinos on. I grabbed his leather jacket and was gone. It was actually 11 minutes, and I hoped that she wasn't counting.

"Eleven minutes and 53 seconds since I put the phone down to you. You are late."

"I am sorry, the traffic was awful."

"On a Sunday?"

"I lied."

"On a Sunday, shame on you."

"I really need that shower."

"You know where it is by now."

I went upstairs, and in her room I stripped, putting my clothes on the chair by the bed. In the bathroom I opened my wash bag that I kept there and took out my shaving gel, gelled my face and lathered it with my hand. Getting my razor, I turned on the shower, and stood in, my back to the rain of warm water, shaving my face, occasionally turning behind myself to rinse the razor.

I reached back out for the gel and lathered my cock and balls, and was busy just finishing my crotch when I looked up and saw Gillian standing and watching. I turned around and rinsed myself down, gave my armpits a quick sniff to make sure that they were clean and stepped out.

Gill made a turn around motion with her hand, I turned my back to her, and felt her dab at my back with a towel and then she moved down, teasing my cheeks apart, drying between. I turned to face her, looking her directly in the eyes as she dried my chest and then she moved down to dry my cock and balls.

"You don't want to get a shaving nick down here." She said as she patted my now lengthening cock dry and then laughed. "Look, you have more to shave now."

"Oh, I wonder what prompted that to happen," I said.

"Well, mister," she replied, her hand beginning to move the towel up and down my cock, "I rather hope that I had something to do with it."

"I am about to throw you onto the bed."

"Are you now?"

I picked Gillian up and turned and almost ran, almost stumbled to her bedroom and threw her on the bed, falling on top of her, my cock in just the right place but impeded by her clothes. I kissed her, my hands tangoing around her body, first on one breast, and then the other, my fingers tweaking at nipples, my cock pressing hard into her crotch. I slid down the bed a little and then suddenly upended her, my hands darting up her dress and pulling at her knickers. She pushed her hands down into her crotch, pinning my hands and stopping me pulling her knickers down.

"Oh no, not yet, you've got to wait mister. Now get dressed and come downstairs and have a coffee with me." She squirmed from underneath me and flicked the towel at my backside as she left, leaving a little red mark and a large sting.

When I got downstairs there was a large coffee on the small table by the settee. Gillian was fussing in the kitchen area, and I had to admit, the coffee smelled real good. I went up and put my arms around her and kissed the back of her neck.

"Aha, the monster surfaces." She said, turning around and taking a kiss properly.

"Actually I think that you woke the monster a little earlier," I laughed responding to her.

"Well, we are going to sit down on the settee and enjoy our coffee."

"There would be more room sitting on your bed drinking coffee."

"Yes there would, and strangely it would less intimate and more likely lead to less coffee being drunk and probably more spilled, so we will sit on my settee and drink our coffee which I have made for us."

I sat on the settee and waited for Gillian to join me before I picked up the large cup. "I have to say this is a large cup of coffee."

"Big enough for two I would have thought."

"Aha"

"Aha indeed."

"I have been thinking about your garden."

"Have you now?"

"Indeed."

"And what have you been thinking about my garden?"

"I have been thinking that your grass needs cutting."

"And what makes you think that just because your garden is barren and bare, anyone else would want the same?"

"Because it reveals a natural beauty which cannot be surpassed."

I was holding the cup between my hands, I passed it across and put it to Gillian's lips.

"I have also been thinking that you make damn fine coffee."

"Indeed, it is amazing what a little grated hazelnut will do for a cup of coffee"

"You are amazing."

"Am I? Am I really?"

"Yes. Really."

"Oh. Well, there you are then. At some point I guess that we ought to work out where we are, where we fit together in all of this, whether we are two amazing people, because I think that you are pretty amazing yourself, or whether we are an amazing us, and whether one of us will die an amazing death of dehydration."

I tipped the cup to her lips again. "I so absolutely want to take you to bed and ravish you to within an inch," I said to her as she drank from the coffee cup.

"Yes, I know you do," she said as she swallowed the last of the coffee. "I know you do."

"So, let me take you upstairs, take you to bed, peel your clothes off and take you to heights of ecstasy."

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Because I think that we can share a passion and then share a lunch and then share a passion again."

"You can't say it can you?"

"Say what?" She had me completely foxed. Unless she wanted me to say lets go and make love. I was deliberately not saying that, nor was I saying 'lets fuck'. Neither seemed appropriate.

She took my hand and pulled me to my feet and we went up. I followed her into her bedroom and turned her round to me and kissed her, my hands purposefully not touching her sexually just yet. She stepped back and with a hand at her side undid a zip, flipped straps off her shoulder and her dress dropped. She stepped out of it, standing before me wearing a lovely matching bra and knickers in a satiny black material.

Shirt up, trousers down, and I stood before her in my underpants. Gill undid her bra, but held the cups against her, turned the quilt back with her spare hand and slipped under the cover. The bra flew out, and then some jiggling underneath and her knickers came out also. She had stripped and got into bed and was naked, and I had seen nothing, not a nipple, not a fanny hair. I slipped in beside her, shuffled my pants down and turned to kiss her.

I lay on my right side, Gill on her left. I traced my left hand down her right arm, I then moved up her abdomen and traced around her right breast before tracing around the upper flesh of her left and then my finger went down and circled her naval before slipping through her little forest and finding her beautifully slippy little slope than led down to her heavenly pit.

I slipped down the bed and the light filtered through the quilt giving her a softened look and kissed her right nipple, pushing her slightly so that she rolled onto her back. I kissed the soft lightly downed underside of her breast, my tongue pressing into the little crease below her boob. I moved down her body and blew softly into the hairs of her crotch, watching as they swirled like corn stalks on a wind swept farm. I dipped my tongue between the lips of her fanny and ran the full length, her hairs slicked back, as if she had a centre parting.

I sucked her clitoris and then stopped, watching as it briefly became erect and then slipped back into its little hood. I sucked it again, again watching as it stood proud before once more trying to hide from me. I rubbed my nose against it, taking in her scents and aroma, trying to rub her clitoris into a circle and then as it began to hide again, I gripped it between my teeth, Gill gasped and cried out, a sexual thrill seemed to shudder through her.

I slipped a finger between her lips and gently ran around the edge of her fanny and dipped just the end of my finger in as I pulled her clitoris with my teeth. I saw the muscles all around her groin clench and relax. I ran my finger slowly up her sweet wet valley and teased just at the base of her clitoris, then ran down her valley with my nose, pushing into her as much as I could, my finger staying higher up to tease and press at her clitoris.

I pulled my nose out and slid down towards her anus, my nose, slick and lubricated with her arousal, easily sliding between the cheeks of her bottom. I pulled back, licked and aimed two fingers at her fanny and pushed them completely in and pulled them straight back out again. Her fanny winked and opened and closed as if trying to regain something lost.

I tweaked her clitoris between finger and thumb and then ran my tongue from her fanny along her valley and stopped at her clitoris, just the tip of my tongue teasing and tickling. I sucked her into my mouth once more and let all the suction go, leaving her clitoris just in my mouth. I pulled away and moved back up the bed, her juices on my nose and mouth. I rubbed my nose between her lips and the darted my tongue past her lips and probed, her tongue flashed back.

"My God, you just make me feel so good, it scares me."

"Why, why should pure pleasure scare you?"

"Because I am afraid."

"Afraid of what? It won't hurt you, it is just pleasure."

"No. But you will. You will break my heart and the pleasure will stop and the

loneliness and sorrow will really begin."

"No I won't."

"But you will. You can't say it, your words are tied." She turned her head away for a moment and then turned back, there were tears in her eyes.

"Have me" she said, "have me now, give me the ecstasy you promised."

I moved to lay on her, my weight on my elbows and knees. She took my cock and wiped it through her slit and then pushed me to the right spot. I settled my hips slightly and felt that wonderful sensation as my cock just began to push into her, her resistance slight but enough to begin to roll my skin back. I pushed a little more in, a little more of my skin rolled back, a little heightening of the pleasures.

I pulled back a little, just to the very edge of her fanny and then pushed in again, feeling her fanny rolling my foreskin along my cock, her fanny unfolding before my cock head, rubbing at the exposed tip of my cock. I pulled back again, stopping again at the edge, not quite coming out.

Gill had her arms under my arms and shoulders, her fingers gripping, and each time I pushed in to her, her nails slowly dug into my skin. My cock sitting only at her threshold I kissed her and as I pushed my tongue past her teeth I pushed my cock into her fanny. I went all the way this time, the foreskin rolling back, her fanny kissing at my cock head as I kissed her, and our tongues collided.

It was difficult to separate the sensations, in the slow motion I had used it felt just like her tongue was kissing my cock, yet her tongue was kissing mine, it almost felt to me like I was kissing my own cock. Her nails relaxed from my skin as I eased my tongue from her mouth and my cock from her fanny. I dipped slightly forward, my cock now just touching at her fanny, tapping the door almost, and then I pushed forward.

Slowly I entered her again, not rushing, not pausing, I pushed to her depths, her fanny unwrapping my cock head which slipped and scraped along her fanny until my pubic bone jammed against hers, and I felt her lips part as I squashed against her clitoris. I held position pushing hard against her clitoris, and then I pulled out very quickly and flung the covers back and sucked roughly at her clitoris, two fingers pushing in to her, opening like scissors inside her as I tickled her little rough patch and chewed her clitoris between my teeth.

She gasped and writhed, her legs opening and closing, bending around my head and straightening. The heat pumping from her crotch was incredible, it felt as if I had my head in an oven, and her scent was the most intoxicating of any woman. I pulled my two fingers back and added a third, slowly filing her with my fingers as I pulled her clitoris with my teeth. I let my fingers slowly open and splayed them as wide as I could inside her before pulling them out, still splayed her fanny entrance forcing them closed as they exited her.

"Oh Jesus Christ" she mumbled, her hips pushing up off the bed as if to follow my fingers as they left her. I opened my teeth and let her clitoris relax back and then sucked it into me, rubbing my rough tongue across her smooth little bud, flicking it in my mouth and then letting go, I ran my tongue the full length of her labia, down past her fanny and just touching the tight pucker of her ass. I ran my tongue back to her clitoris and then I stopped and moved back up, gently kissing her nose and lips, my cock just nudging at her before finding its way inside her, her fanny again unfurling me as I pressed inside her.

She pushed back, squashing herself against me, her nails again digging into my shoulders, her lips pressing hard against mine. Her fanny squeezed and relaxed as her muscles contracted against my cock, I slipped my hand down and as I pushed my cock in the last little bit, I pressed a finger slightly at her arse, just the very tip of my finger entering her, and I began a slow fuck.

Her fanny rolled my foreskin up and down my cock, my finger just waggling inside her ass as I fucked in and out of her fanny, my pubic bone squashing and freeing her clitoris as my cock slowly buried and freed itself. Her nails were now painful at my shoulders and her mouth was muttering between out kisses. I felt my balls tighten and knew I would not last long, fortunately, she was slightly ahead of he, her fanny contracting hard against me, her fanny ring vicelike, squeezing me as she held her breath and her back arched.

It took me over the edge and I gasped and the pain exploded from my balls and shot along my cock, and I pressed hard into her, holding as my ejaculation pumped the contents of my balls into her fanny.

Jesus but that had been a powerful one. It hadn't lasted particularly long and it had left me drained and it was all I could do to just not slump my whole weight onto her. I was about to roll off her when she hugged and held me tight.

"No," she said, "don't move just yet, please."

I stayed where I was, trying to keep most of my weight going down my arms, not onto her. She seemed to be shaking a little and I moved my head little to look at her, tears were trickling from her eyes, I kissed them away, and as I did I felt her fanny contract once more and she shot my cock out of her fanny.

My cock felt like it was a bar of soap slipping from a wet hand in the bath, a very strange sensation and one that seemed to complete her and she wrapped her self around me, her arms around my back, her legs clamping against mine.

"Okay, yes, that was good." She said, her voice soft and her words broken as she peppered her sentence with kisses."

"I like to please."

"Oh, good, I like to be pleased like that. Can I ask you something?"

"Yes."

"Does it hurt, the pleasure I mean, you know."

"When I orgasm?"

"Yes."

"Yes, but it is an exquisite pain, a nice pain. It goes through my whole body it is excruciating and I love it."

"Oh. That is okay then."

"Oh?"

"Well I just wanted to make sure it wasn't me. I was worried in case something was wrong. It is so nice and so painful all at the same time."

She was a little bit like an octopus, I was totally surrounded and wrapped up by her arms and legs. And then I had visions of the praying mantis who surround their mate after sex and then eat them. Hhm.

She wiggled a little and various bits of her rubbed against various bits of me and the blood started to flow and hardness began to return.

"Are you never satisfied?" she asked me quietly.

"Of you? No" I replied, "Never satisfied. I would willingly lay in bed with you all day and all night making love and resting and then repeating." Oh shit.

She pushed me away and looked at me.

"Did you mean that?"

Oh double shit. "Yes, I would lay in bed having sex with you all day and eating you and licking you and kissing you and sleeping with you. All day."

"You didn't say that."

"Yes I did." Damn, no I didn't.

"You said making love."

"Yes, you are right, I did." Damn, damn, damn. Sometimes I hate my subconscious.

She pulled me back down to her and then slipped her hand between us. My cock had firmed up quite nicely. She slipped it between her very well lubricated lips and then partially into her fanny. I pushed it fully home. There was a wet fart sound and she shuddered. "Eurgh" she said, "you just squirted your sperms out of me and they squished onto my leg."

"If you had sat on me, instead of under me, they would all have gone." I said as I slowly fucked in and out of her.

"Perhaps it doesn't matter, perhaps I love it."

"That is why you went 'eurgh' of course."

"Just make love to me."

I was so in the shit it was untrue.