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DearGayesie
Well! You'll never guess what I've been up to - forgive me for not phoning, but I
don't want my mother to overhear our conversation!
At the beginning of the week, I was sitting down watching the telly as usual - Patrick
was upstairs in the shower, so that meant I had most of the evening to myself! - when
there was a knock at the door. I jumped up and opened it, and standing there was this
tall, dark-haired man, in his late twenties, I guess. And was he handsome\ I thought
I'd walked into the dreams of somebody rich and famous! He was in a lovely dark suit
and spoke very pleasantly, but with a sense of urgency - so he was obviously selling
something. I was going to be easily persuaded!
"Good evening Miss Revington," he said, looking down at his clipboard. "I'm here
from Montien Restaurant, to ask you a few questions about our special deals. May I
come in?"
So I sat him down on the sofa. After his introduction - "My name's Leon..." I sort of
stopped concentrating; I was too busy looking at this gorgeous creature and getting a
bit over-excited. He gave me the whole sales pitch, then said: "So, if I could take
down some of your particulars.."
"My inside leg measurement is 291/2 inches," I said dreamily, and he looked across at
me sharply.
"Mine's 34,"he said with a grin. He was flirting back! I couldn't believe it! I must be
15 years older than him ATLEAS'P.
He tried to get the conversation back on track, but I diverted him by asking what he
did for a living, and it turned out that he was an out of work actor. That explained the
looks and presentation, anyway. I had opened a bottle of wine while Patrick was
upstairs, hoping to have a sneaky slurp, so I offered some to Leon. To my surprise, he
accepted.
'T)o you do any other special deals, Leon?" I asked, knowingly. I felt like a dirty old
lady trying to get a response out of this youthful god, but you only live once!
"Maybe... what sort of a deal would I get from you, though, Miss Revington?"
"Shall I show you?" I replied, and got up to move towards him. He looked a bit
startled at that point, but he was obviously game for it.
I shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and loosened his tie, to kiss and nibble his
neck. I planted a long, wet kiss on his mouth, then pushed my tongue in - he liked
that! When I got to his earlobes, he was stiffening nicely - it was stretching his smart
trousers dangerously. I sat back and slowly, teasingly, unzipped him. slid to her knees, to kneel before the tall lean legs of the man who stood over her. Her eyes adored his bulging crotch.
This was a man - a man with the exciting promise of a cock, down there between his legs, just behind the tight-mounded denim at the front of his jeans. A cock that was swelling and stiffening with arousal because he was looking at her! It was pressing toward her, eager to break free of the confining layers of clothing. That cock wanted her, and she wanted that cock! She licked her lips and tore into his jeans, hardly able to control her shaking hands as they attacked the belt buckle. She had to have that cock!
With his loosened jeans accordiened down past his knees, she neared the tented shape of that solid erection that she saw was straining against his white jockey shorts. She snatched at the guy’s underpants, yanked them down, to release the most gorgeous cock she had ever seen! It sprung up before her alive and vibrant, quivering just inches from her eyes. With her attention riveted on the taut penis quivering before her, she hardly noticed the other two guys who, having dropped their pants, now moved in on the kneeling girl, one at either side, their naked cocks at the ready.
Now the passion-driven girl threw her hands around the half-naked man, clutched his butt, as she drew his loins to her. She tightened her grip as she took the plunge, diving in to press her face into his crotch, and there to root beneath his hanging balls, inhaling deeply, drinking in the heady musky masculine smell that impregnated the moist pubic hair in which her nose was buried. Turning her face, so that she could nuzzle there. She rubbed her soft cheek up and down the length of that beautiful penis. The smell of the sweat of his groin, mingled with masculine musk, was simply intoxicating. And the feel of his hard, throbbing a manhood against the side of her face, gave her a heavenly thrill.
Seized by a lustful frenzy, she reached for him. Slim fingers closed around the upright cock, and she held her man in a firm grip, tightened her fist, clutching him with a surge of possessive urgency. The words “cock-sucker” floated into her mind. She gave him a quick yank and he groaned, and his helpless moan of pleasure, sent a wild thrill rocketing through her.
Bowing her head, she kissed the taut swollen knob, then opened her lips to slide them wetly down the rigid shaft, taking him into her mouth. Sliding the taut ring of her lips down his throbbing cock, she drew deeply, hollowing her cheeks as she bobbed up and down in long, deliciously shivering strokes.
She was busy, happily sucking cock, when someone took her hands and placed them on even more cocks. More exciting cocks! She squeezed her new-found toys, gripped them in a death grip, yanked hard, heard the young men groan, as the passion powered up in her.
The girl was working hard. As she bobbed mindlessly up and down on the gleaming wet cock. She was mechanically pumping the two fistfuls of pricks she held, causing groans to greet her ears as the men staggered under the determined attack. From somewhere, the thought came to her: she was naked, and on her knees, and jacking off two men while she went down on a third -- pleasuring all three simultaneously in orgy of raw lust. She was a slut. A whore. A cocksucker!
She felt her rocking head being clamped between cradling hands. Strong fingers dug into her long silky hair, curled around to cup the back of her head, guiding her. She speeded up, pumping furiously, sucking cock with grim determination.
The renewed surge, caused his hands to tighten on her undulating head, and the man staggered back. She heard the a****l grunts he made through clenched teeth as he held her tight and his hips began to buck in instinctive pelvic thrusts -- fucking her face while she masturbated the others. Her fists were pumping with such urgency that the helpless captives could do no more than moan and arch back on either side of her.
The man she was pleasuring with her mouth groaned, arched up threw back his head and gave out with a long, shivering moan.
"Erm..." he began, by way of a protest.
"Oh come on, Leon, you're not going to tell me you're shy, are you? A little late for
that, isn't it?"
He lay back, accepting the inevitable. As I began to suck and lick his beautiful knob,
he realised it was not going to be such an ordeal after all! He was large, I have to tell
you - you'd have loved it! He must have been 8" or so, and I was giving every inch of
it my undivided attention. I nuzzled down to his furry balls, admiring the quick
glimpse of his flat, strong stomach as I moved; I licked and licked, then sucked and
sucked, taking as much as I could into my throat, but it was not easy -1 can't
accommodate a length like that, though I bet you can. You must tell me how sometime. He was getting bigger, and harder, so I worked furiously on him; I thought that he was about to burst. He stopped moaning for a moment and said: "Take your pants off. And turn around."
So I slipped my drawers off from under my dress, and bared my arse at him. He took my cheeks in both hands and squeezed them; then he spread them slowly and eased his cock into my dripping cunt. He only let the tip in at first, to get a feel of it; he made little sawing motions. Suddenly, he rammed it in, right to the hilt, as hard as he could, making me squeal, and topple forward. It was then that I realised Patrick had tiptoed downstairs and was standing behind the breakfast bar, obviously wanking. Slight problem.
Well, I'm not often going to have the chance to shag a twenty-something, and besides, we were right in the middle. Neither of us could have stopped, even if we'd wanted to. Leon was humping hard and fast, holding on to me by my tits, one long leg on the ground, and we were there for the duration. I called Patrick over, but he moved very slowly, as if reluctant. That stopped as soon as I got him in my mouth, though - he loves a blow-job! Leon didn't even miss a stroke - he completely preoccupied by the sensations at my other end, so I gave my best to Patrick as he stood before me. I caught his eye; he was on his way. With a last heave, Leon burst inside me, and pumped, hard - gallons of the stuff came squirting out, so much that it oozed around the outside of his cock. Patrick was a split-second behind - the sight of another man enjoying me had heightened his excitement, and he poured his juices down my throat, and I gleefully swallowed.
We looked at each other a bit sheepishly after that. I said it had been the most exciting shag I'd ever had, and Patrick agreed; Leon was too wasted to talk! We sat around trying to make small talk for a while, then I took Patrick's cock in my hand and stroked it up to full length; then I sat on him, facing Leon, and pumping up and down. Leon played with my tits, which were now fully exposed, and sucked them thoughtfully for a while, then he re-visited my mouth. I turned around to face Patrick, raised my arse to Leon, and invited him to enter- which he did without any demur. Obviously, because we'd been at it already, we were slower this time, but it was sublime - it's the fantasy you've always wanted to fulfil, isn't it? Ha! Beat you to it! They graciously filled me up again, but this time Patrick ground me on to orgasm after orgasm, because I was completely warmed up to it. I even squirted some juice of my own, like you do!
Leon left at about 9pm, and Patrick and I carried on almost all night after that - it had all been such a massive turn-on, we couldn't stop ourselves! That's the nice thing about Patrick - he's not at all possessive, very open-minded about new possibilities. Mind you, I wish he were a little more possessive sometimes - at least it shows you care, doesn't it? Michael's like that, too, isn't he? It must be a "married man" thing. Well, I hope you've enjoyed reading about my astounding exploits; once Mum has gone back, I'll phone you and fill you in on more of the goss!
Lots of love Sue
Well! You'll never guess what I've been up to - forgive me for not phoning, but I
don't want my mother to overhear our conversation!
At the beginning of the week, I was sitting down watching the telly as usual - Patrick
was upstairs in the shower, so that meant I had most of the evening to myself! - when
there was a knock at the door. I jumped up and opened it, and standing there was this
tall, dark-haired man, in his late twenties, I guess. And was he handsome\ I thought
I'd walked into the dreams of somebody rich and famous! He was in a lovely dark suit
and spoke very pleasantly, but with a sense of urgency - so he was obviously selling
something. I was going to be easily persuaded!
"Good evening Miss Revington," he said, looking down at his clipboard. "I'm here
from Montien Restaurant, to ask you a few questions about our special deals. May I
come in?"
So I sat him down on the sofa. After his introduction - "My name's Leon..." I sort of
stopped concentrating; I was too busy looking at this gorgeous creature and getting a
bit over-excited. He gave me the whole sales pitch, then said: "So, if I could take
down some of your particulars.."
"My inside leg measurement is 291/2 inches," I said dreamily, and he looked across at
me sharply.
"Mine's 34,"he said with a grin. He was flirting back! I couldn't believe it! I must be
15 years older than him ATLEAS'P.
He tried to get the conversation back on track, but I diverted him by asking what he
did for a living, and it turned out that he was an out of work actor. That explained the
looks and presentation, anyway. I had opened a bottle of wine while Patrick was
upstairs, hoping to have a sneaky slurp, so I offered some to Leon. To my surprise, he
accepted.
'T)o you do any other special deals, Leon?" I asked, knowingly. I felt like a dirty old
lady trying to get a response out of this youthful god, but you only live once!
"Maybe... what sort of a deal would I get from you, though, Miss Revington?"
"Shall I show you?" I replied, and got up to move towards him. He looked a bit
startled at that point, but he was obviously game for it.
I shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and loosened his tie, to kiss and nibble his
neck. I planted a long, wet kiss on his mouth, then pushed my tongue in - he liked
that! When I got to his earlobes, he was stiffening nicely - it was stretching his smart
trousers dangerously. I sat back and slowly, teasingly, unzipped him. slid to her knees, to kneel before the tall lean legs of the man who stood over her. Her eyes adored his bulging crotch.
This was a man - a man with the exciting promise of a cock, down there between his legs, just behind the tight-mounded denim at the front of his jeans. A cock that was swelling and stiffening with arousal because he was looking at her! It was pressing toward her, eager to break free of the confining layers of clothing. That cock wanted her, and she wanted that cock! She licked her lips and tore into his jeans, hardly able to control her shaking hands as they attacked the belt buckle. She had to have that cock!
With his loosened jeans accordiened down past his knees, she neared the tented shape of that solid erection that she saw was straining against his white jockey shorts. She snatched at the guy’s underpants, yanked them down, to release the most gorgeous cock she had ever seen! It sprung up before her alive and vibrant, quivering just inches from her eyes. With her attention riveted on the taut penis quivering before her, she hardly noticed the other two guys who, having dropped their pants, now moved in on the kneeling girl, one at either side, their naked cocks at the ready.
Now the passion-driven girl threw her hands around the half-naked man, clutched his butt, as she drew his loins to her. She tightened her grip as she took the plunge, diving in to press her face into his crotch, and there to root beneath his hanging balls, inhaling deeply, drinking in the heady musky masculine smell that impregnated the moist pubic hair in which her nose was buried. Turning her face, so that she could nuzzle there. She rubbed her soft cheek up and down the length of that beautiful penis. The smell of the sweat of his groin, mingled with masculine musk, was simply intoxicating. And the feel of his hard, throbbing a manhood against the side of her face, gave her a heavenly thrill.
Seized by a lustful frenzy, she reached for him. Slim fingers closed around the upright cock, and she held her man in a firm grip, tightened her fist, clutching him with a surge of possessive urgency. The words “cock-sucker” floated into her mind. She gave him a quick yank and he groaned, and his helpless moan of pleasure, sent a wild thrill rocketing through her.
Bowing her head, she kissed the taut swollen knob, then opened her lips to slide them wetly down the rigid shaft, taking him into her mouth. Sliding the taut ring of her lips down his throbbing cock, she drew deeply, hollowing her cheeks as she bobbed up and down in long, deliciously shivering strokes.
She was busy, happily sucking cock, when someone took her hands and placed them on even more cocks. More exciting cocks! She squeezed her new-found toys, gripped them in a death grip, yanked hard, heard the young men groan, as the passion powered up in her.
The girl was working hard. As she bobbed mindlessly up and down on the gleaming wet cock. She was mechanically pumping the two fistfuls of pricks she held, causing groans to greet her ears as the men staggered under the determined attack. From somewhere, the thought came to her: she was naked, and on her knees, and jacking off two men while she went down on a third -- pleasuring all three simultaneously in orgy of raw lust. She was a slut. A whore. A cocksucker!
She felt her rocking head being clamped between cradling hands. Strong fingers dug into her long silky hair, curled around to cup the back of her head, guiding her. She speeded up, pumping furiously, sucking cock with grim determination.
The renewed surge, caused his hands to tighten on her undulating head, and the man staggered back. She heard the a****l grunts he made through clenched teeth as he held her tight and his hips began to buck in instinctive pelvic thrusts -- fucking her face while she masturbated the others. Her fists were pumping with such urgency that the helpless captives could do no more than moan and arch back on either side of her.
The man she was pleasuring with her mouth groaned, arched up threw back his head and gave out with a long, shivering moan.
"Erm..." he began, by way of a protest.
"Oh come on, Leon, you're not going to tell me you're shy, are you? A little late for
that, isn't it?"
He lay back, accepting the inevitable. As I began to suck and lick his beautiful knob,
he realised it was not going to be such an ordeal after all! He was large, I have to tell
you - you'd have loved it! He must have been 8" or so, and I was giving every inch of
it my undivided attention. I nuzzled down to his furry balls, admiring the quick
glimpse of his flat, strong stomach as I moved; I licked and licked, then sucked and
sucked, taking as much as I could into my throat, but it was not easy -1 can't
accommodate a length like that, though I bet you can. You must tell me how sometime. He was getting bigger, and harder, so I worked furiously on him; I thought that he was about to burst. He stopped moaning for a moment and said: "Take your pants off. And turn around."
So I slipped my drawers off from under my dress, and bared my arse at him. He took my cheeks in both hands and squeezed them; then he spread them slowly and eased his cock into my dripping cunt. He only let the tip in at first, to get a feel of it; he made little sawing motions. Suddenly, he rammed it in, right to the hilt, as hard as he could, making me squeal, and topple forward. It was then that I realised Patrick had tiptoed downstairs and was standing behind the breakfast bar, obviously wanking. Slight problem.
Well, I'm not often going to have the chance to shag a twenty-something, and besides, we were right in the middle. Neither of us could have stopped, even if we'd wanted to. Leon was humping hard and fast, holding on to me by my tits, one long leg on the ground, and we were there for the duration. I called Patrick over, but he moved very slowly, as if reluctant. That stopped as soon as I got him in my mouth, though - he loves a blow-job! Leon didn't even miss a stroke - he completely preoccupied by the sensations at my other end, so I gave my best to Patrick as he stood before me. I caught his eye; he was on his way. With a last heave, Leon burst inside me, and pumped, hard - gallons of the stuff came squirting out, so much that it oozed around the outside of his cock. Patrick was a split-second behind - the sight of another man enjoying me had heightened his excitement, and he poured his juices down my throat, and I gleefully swallowed.
We looked at each other a bit sheepishly after that. I said it had been the most exciting shag I'd ever had, and Patrick agreed; Leon was too wasted to talk! We sat around trying to make small talk for a while, then I took Patrick's cock in my hand and stroked it up to full length; then I sat on him, facing Leon, and pumping up and down. Leon played with my tits, which were now fully exposed, and sucked them thoughtfully for a while, then he re-visited my mouth. I turned around to face Patrick, raised my arse to Leon, and invited him to enter- which he did without any demur. Obviously, because we'd been at it already, we were slower this time, but it was sublime - it's the fantasy you've always wanted to fulfil, isn't it? Ha! Beat you to it! They graciously filled me up again, but this time Patrick ground me on to orgasm after orgasm, because I was completely warmed up to it. I even squirted some juice of my own, like you do!
Leon left at about 9pm, and Patrick and I carried on almost all night after that - it had all been such a massive turn-on, we couldn't stop ourselves! That's the nice thing about Patrick - he's not at all possessive, very open-minded about new possibilities. Mind you, I wish he were a little more possessive sometimes - at least it shows you care, doesn't it? Michael's like that, too, isn't he? It must be a "married man" thing. Well, I hope you've enjoyed reading about my astounding exploits; once Mum has gone back, I'll phone you and fill you in on more of the goss!
Lots of love Sue
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