Justin Time
Justin time [part 1 of 2]
By: Helena Handbasket
I'm divorced, 48, a redhead and curvy.
This is my first story, I hope you like it. As time goes on I will take
you on my many fantasies, but this one is true.
Episode one - the DIY Store. You may call this a Hardware Store. I am
meaning a shop that sells paint, plaster, tools etc for jobs around the
home and garden. I needed some paint to repaint my front door. There
was little chance I would ever actually paint it, but on this
particular day I had started out with the best of intentions.
Not that I was exactly dressed for DIY. Not THAT sort of DIY anyway. I
have recently lost a lot of weight and I am enjoying my new body. Or my
old body I suppose. I'm a big 38c, and they look even bigger, well to
me anyway, as the rest of me is now smaller. My waist is good. My arse
is quite big I think, but nice - so I dared a g string, and some
leggings. My tits were in a tight little lycra top with no bra so they
were jiggling a bit. I tend to sc**** my hair back and wear glasses
when I am NOT on the pull, but this day I had my lush dark - auburn
hair all unfettered, and my contact lenses in so I could at least find
the paint aisle.
I was bending over peering at the paint colours. Red Carpet .. Scooter
Red ...Sticky fingers - they all looked the same to me.
I don't know how it is that you know when you are being watched ?
The store was pretty deserted and yet I swear I felt eyes on my arse.
It's big , curvy, eye-catching. Why NOT look at it?
Then I heard the squeak of trainer soles on the floor. I looked back and
this HUNK was sooooo not looking at my arse. Trouble was he was looking
at the ceiling, and there was as sure as hell nothing interesting up
there. He'd got some grout and stuff in his basket, and a whole lot of
WOOD down his tracksuit bottoms.
He was well hard, and he didn't look like he'd got any underwear on !
I was quietly fascinated by this swaying erection as it passed me by,
his basket held hopelessly in front of it. He'd need more than some
grout to hide that little lot. A roll of wallpaper perhaps.
I checked out his arse as he went past. Yum. And I'd got a wet little
hard on of my own now.
I hadn't seen the guy's face yet. His arms looked like they could tie
****s in girders. Lordy. But he was, I estimated 22-25 years old, so I
was old enough to be his mum. I felt he must have just spotted my arse,
had a good look, got all hard ( how flattering ;-) ) and then when he
saw me he probably was very disappointed, at least by my age.
Anyway he was behind me in the checkout queue. Beyond the doors were
some big mirrors waiting loading. I could see the lower half of him in
them. Much as he was still trying to hide it, he still had a right hard
on. My gay best friend says the more you think about (trying to will
it to go down) it the worse it gets. Must be right.
The girl on the check out was checking it out as well. Chloe her name
badge said, and she was GORGEOUS. This made it even worse I guess,
looking in the mirror.
Finally I got served, and very slowly made my way out to my Nissan SUV,
donning my dark glasses.
Hard on boy was parked a long way from me. I wondered how on earth I
could make contact, other than to march up to him and say "Could I
have a large portion of that cock please?"
My heart was thumping. Drop a handkerchief would have been the plot in
Thomas Hardy's day, but I updated this to my store card. Making out
I was fumbling in my purse, I dropped the brightly coloured card in the
middle of the car park, right in his path.
"Excuse me" (I heard his voice call - don't you DARE address me as Madam
I thought) , ", Love - you've dropped your card!"
"Oh !" I turned in shock
"Thanks " I beamed and strode back to pick it up. He was still a bit
hard I noticed.
I bent down to retrieve it, giving him plenty of cleavage.
It pushed the 58% Cotton/42% Polyester tracky bottoms out visibly. Out
even further. So he was interested alright.
I had a good look as he couldn't see my eyes
I realised he had no idea whatsoever that I was available.
He was breathtakingly gorgeous. A bit of a cliche all muscles and
stubble, but these blue eyes I wanted to jump into and swim.
I decided to take the plunge
I lowered the glasses.
"Do you want some help with that?" I asked, looking down and smiling. I
could of course have meant his purchases.
"Um.." he grinned "are you serious"
"I am, I said, never more so. Come and sit in my car" I said " And I'll
scuk your cock for you"
His jaw dropped (as mine would have to !)
He silently followed me
I opened the car with my remote, then got in the back and beckoned him
in. He put his purchases on the front seat and went to kiss me. I
stopped him, minx that I am. I shook my head.
"Get him out" I said , looking down at the huge bulge in his tracky
bottoms.
He pulled the waistband out, and he was blushing !
"Pull them down to your knees" I said
"What?" he was incredulous "this is a car park! It's broad DAYLIGHT"
"I want to be able to get to your balls and everything. You can soon
pull them up if someone comes out. Go on, do as you're told" I ordered
With some reluctance he did it. His big cock sparng out, phenomenally
hard. My ex husband was 6' 4" and built to match, so I knew how to
handle big cocks, luckily.
I held the head gently and wanked him. He groaned.
"Have you come today?" I grinned
He nodded
"I fucked my girlfriend earlier" he admitted
"Did you come in her pussy or her mouth?" I asked
"Between her tits" he told me
"Umm.... lovely" I enthused "does she DEEP THROAT?"
"No she... .she can't do that"
"Mmm ....well I can" I giggled
Cradling his big balls with one hand I held the shaft with the other and
fed it into my mouth and right down my throat. I held my breath as I
fellated him forcefully.
"Oh god that's fantastic" he grunted
Needing to breathe, I withdrew the cock, shining with my spittle and I
gently pulled his foreskin back, releasing his musky smell, and I
thought a little bit of cunt juice from his earlier fuck. Lovely smell,
I thought - I'd like to meet her!
I enveloped the exposed head in my mouth looking up at him all the while
"Can I get your tits out ?" he asked , his voice having dropped several
octaves
I got them out myself, pulling the tight top down
"Oh my god they're gorgeous" he moaned filling his big warm hands with
"them fucking beautiful big nipples"
"I love them" I said, emptying my mouth for a moment, and taking the
opportunity, now I wanted to, to kiss him.
Scooping his big cock into my cleavage, I moved up him to thrust my
tongue deep into his mouth.
"MMmmm" he groaned and his body clenched as I wanked him.
I had no warning as he spasmed and came his load up all over my big
tits.
"Oh" I moaned back into his mouth as I basked in his spermy salute to
the gorgeousness of my tits.
We broke the kiss, I wanked him a little more to bring up any more juice
and finally deeply sucked him, at the end of which with thick sperm all
round my mouth I smiled at him.
"BETTER?" I teased
"FanTAStic" he beamed
"Finger - fuck me?" I asked as I wriggled out of my leggings
"Sure", he grinned as I spread my legs for him
I have a neat little triangle of pubes well above the silt, below that
it's all open land
"Can I have a lick?" he ventured
"You ..certainly can. I might smell a bit strong" I advised "I'm very
hormonal !"
His face came to between my legs, and he had a sniff.
"You smell great, actually" he smiled
and he dug his tongue in between my shaved lips to get straight into my
big hard clittie.
It was luscious, I mean he was no great expert, I've been eaten better,
but he was so hunky and it was such a horny situation in this
superstore car park at mid morning, that I could not help but to grab
my tits, and enjoy the ride.
"Stick your finger in as well" I urged
He stuck
First one then two big (and rough) fingers were pushed deep into my wet
hole.
"Umff" I moaned
He slurped and licked and lapped
"I'm COMING" I said , rather unnecessarily as I soaked the lower half
of his face
"Lordy!" he coughed, kind of
"I'm sorry" I chuckled "I'm a bit of a juicy Lucy, I'm afraid"
I handed him some wipes I kept in the chair back pocket, which he used.
"I'm going to want you to come round to my house and FUCK me" I told him
He nodded
"When?" he asked
"Can you do Saturday night / all day Sunday, next weekend?" I proposed
"My ex husband has my son then"
I was having a bit of a wipe and I pulled my clothes back up / down as
necessary.
He took the hint and tucked his cock away, which was shame as it was
hard again already
I gave him a piece of paper with my address scribbled on it and a
voicemail number. He smiled back at me as he left my car.
I made myself look a bit more respectable, and got in the driver's seat
and drove home.
I was shaking when I got back. I went straight up to my bedroom and
wanked myself off with my favourite vibro. I still wasn't satisfied, so
I did it again, slowly, playing a lot of attention to my breasts, I
held off and held off until I finally had a huge multiple orgasm. I
still wasn't satisfied, in fact it made me worse.
Finally I got dressed and went food shopping. I was transfixed by a
huge banana. I bought it, well .. a bunch, a hand is the correct term,
and all the other shopping got left in the kitchen for a while, as
took my banana to bed. I put a condom on my new friend and fucked
myself vigorously with it, in the end I crammed another one up my
arsehole , as well.
Finally I was so tired I showered, put the perishables away, ate my
banana friend and opened a bottle of wine. Towards the end of the
bottle of wine a male friend called from Sweden, where he's in a rock
band. He soon realised I wanted dirty talk and obliged, making me
strip naked on my sofa, and legs akimbo, pump my clit until I came
again, he described his wank in detail as he joined me, and I heard
him grunt as he came all over his hand.
It was two days before my DIY store hunk (Justin - "Justin Time" I
named him ) contacted me via the voicemail. Mind you, I had dialled in
32 times by then.
He explained that he'd been working on being absent for most of the
weekend, which involved a mythical plumbing first - fit in Walsall
Wood.
So...Saturday night came at last. And talking of coming at last I had by
this time mastrubated a couple of dozen times each time, or most times
stopping short of ograsm. Sometimes I accidentally came. I was
determined when I actually got my hands on him, I was going to go off
like the space shuttle.
I was undressed to the nines. Bright red satin dress. Basque,
suspenders, black fishnet stockings, high heels, no knickers at all ,
hair all magnificent, lots of makeup. The very ultimate in tartiness,
basically. I was going to describe my cunt at great length to you, but
as you've been good, you may have a look. In this picture you will see
right up it. Freshly shaved, very, very juicy, gaping a bit, as you
will see, after a large vibe had been deep inside.
Pic : http://erofiles.freewebspace.com/CB_Pussy.jpg
While you've got your cock out, you may as well keep it out now.
Right on the appointed time of 8 pm the doorbell rang. Though I had
managed to feign complete confidence in my dealings with our Justin, I
was shaking as I walked to the door. Justin was standing there with a
bunch of supermarket lillies, looking very scrubbed and magnificent in
a white cotton shirt and tight and faded blue jeans. I wondered if he
was just hard all the time, as I sneaked a peek, and he definitely was.
"Come in quickly, the neighbours will talk" I giggled nervously. He
was carrying a bottle of Chardonnay as well, both were taken from him
and put aside as he entered the hallway.
"I was thinking of coming looking like a workm!" was all he got out as
I pushed him up against the wall and shoved my tongue in his mouth. I
thrust a hand in between us and grabbed the bulge in his jeans.
"I'm going to have to apologise" I murmured ".. but I'm absolutely
fucking rampant"
Perhaps I didn't really have to explain this to him, as such.
His hands were at my back undoing the dress as he snogged me forcefully.
It was soon in a pool round my spike heeled ankles.
"Fuckng hell you've got a fucking basque on" he grunted , filling his
hands with as much tit as he could access. His right hand dipped down
to my crotch "Christ you haven't got any fucking knickers on" he
laughed
He cupped the palm of his hand over my mound
"Jesus you're DRIPPING" he chuckled
"Finger UP!" I groaned
He inserted a big finger as deeply as he could reach
"FUCKING HELL" he whispered "that's got to be the hottest, wettest CNUT
in the whole Midlands!!"
I couldn't argue with that
Then, quite forcefully : "ON the floor, now, on your hands and knees"
he ordered
He pulled his shirt off, and hoiked his jeans down to his knees
"I'll get yez tits out in bit", he announced , sounding suddenly
gypsy-ish " roit now I'm just gonna fuck yeh"
"Do you want a condom on it, Mrs?" he asked gallantly
I shook my head
Not the wisest decision in the world, I'll grant you, but firstly I
wanted to feel him, and secondly I could not POSSIBLY have waited. He
was fishing around in his jeans as he asked, so I guess he'd come
prepared. I had invested in a selection, but they were away up the
stairs.
I felt him rock hard between my buttocks, and I thought for a moment he
was going to pot the brown. All in good time, I thought.
It was merely that he was so phenomenally hard , the tip of his big cock
was drifting upwards away from the big wet slot, and it is big, boys,
I DO have a grip of iron, but plenty of room for BIG cocks at Chez
Helena. He fed the nine inches of his fat cock in, the broad knob
pushing my insides apart , the gushing pink walls of my cunt. His
concrete - like thighs banged into the backs of mine. Any reputable
source will confirm that there isn't room for nine inches in anyone's
even if you've had a k**, there is only six odd inches to fill. "Mmmm
mmmm" I moaned "God, you're good" I said ".... a good fuck.... I like
the way you move your hips" "Thanks" he grinned "You have the MOST
GORGEOUS ARSE" he enthused . "My girlfriend doesn't...." he started.
I could guess what she doesn't. "Pull out" I said "gently..... let's
go upstairs... I want to sit on it" I told him We ran up the stairs,
me first, with him having a good look up my arse. I led him to my
room, where I pulled the rest of his clothes off, forcefully. I opened
the top of the basque, pulling out my big tits. I kept the shoes on ,
and the stockings. I lay him out and jumped on, with minimal if any
use of hands! He was up me like the proverbial rat up a drainpipe.
I leaned forward and forced a nipple into his mouth. "Bite me " I
moaned. He bit. As I leant forward Justin, bless him, stuck a finger
WAY up my arse. I felt an "Oooh" vibrate through my nip as he noticed
the bunch of KY I'd shoved up there, earlier. "Oh my lord get it up
there , PLEASE!" I moaned "PLEASE" I begged, mangling my tits I reached
behind me and pulled him out of my cunt If you DON'T put a condom on
now, then you can't go back in my cunt , and I won't suck it" I warned.
We agreed he would put a condom on, and I pushed his cock deep into my
arse, still sitting on him as before. He groaned as his great cock
sank deep into my bowels, the big knob reaming my ringpiece and making
me cry out. Al too soon he cried out and pumped his load into the
rubber. I gently dismounted, removed the condom and lovingly sucked
his knob. As we fucked later, in the good old missionary position I
asked him about his girlfriend, Giselle, who was Brazilian.
"Has she GOT a Brazilian?" I enquired "she's shaved... completely" he
said "Pierced?" I said "Her clit, yes" he said "You know... the hood"
"I know" I said "Does she like girls?"
"She SAYS" he began " she's BI CURIOUS ... though she's not done
anything about it " "Would she like ME?" I asked at last as I began to
come "I think so, she says she'd like an older woman with big TITS"he
grunted as he shot his load into my hot bare cunt. We wondered how we
could lure her in. And that , as they say is another story, for we
HAVE BEEN successful !!!
By: Helena Handbasket
I'm divorced, 48, a redhead and curvy.
This is my first story, I hope you like it. As time goes on I will take
you on my many fantasies, but this one is true.
Episode one - the DIY Store. You may call this a Hardware Store. I am
meaning a shop that sells paint, plaster, tools etc for jobs around the
home and garden. I needed some paint to repaint my front door. There
was little chance I would ever actually paint it, but on this
particular day I had started out with the best of intentions.
Not that I was exactly dressed for DIY. Not THAT sort of DIY anyway. I
have recently lost a lot of weight and I am enjoying my new body. Or my
old body I suppose. I'm a big 38c, and they look even bigger, well to
me anyway, as the rest of me is now smaller. My waist is good. My arse
is quite big I think, but nice - so I dared a g string, and some
leggings. My tits were in a tight little lycra top with no bra so they
were jiggling a bit. I tend to sc**** my hair back and wear glasses
when I am NOT on the pull, but this day I had my lush dark - auburn
hair all unfettered, and my contact lenses in so I could at least find
the paint aisle.
I was bending over peering at the paint colours. Red Carpet .. Scooter
Red ...Sticky fingers - they all looked the same to me.
I don't know how it is that you know when you are being watched ?
The store was pretty deserted and yet I swear I felt eyes on my arse.
It's big , curvy, eye-catching. Why NOT look at it?
Then I heard the squeak of trainer soles on the floor. I looked back and
this HUNK was sooooo not looking at my arse. Trouble was he was looking
at the ceiling, and there was as sure as hell nothing interesting up
there. He'd got some grout and stuff in his basket, and a whole lot of
WOOD down his tracksuit bottoms.
He was well hard, and he didn't look like he'd got any underwear on !
I was quietly fascinated by this swaying erection as it passed me by,
his basket held hopelessly in front of it. He'd need more than some
grout to hide that little lot. A roll of wallpaper perhaps.
I checked out his arse as he went past. Yum. And I'd got a wet little
hard on of my own now.
I hadn't seen the guy's face yet. His arms looked like they could tie
****s in girders. Lordy. But he was, I estimated 22-25 years old, so I
was old enough to be his mum. I felt he must have just spotted my arse,
had a good look, got all hard ( how flattering ;-) ) and then when he
saw me he probably was very disappointed, at least by my age.
Anyway he was behind me in the checkout queue. Beyond the doors were
some big mirrors waiting loading. I could see the lower half of him in
them. Much as he was still trying to hide it, he still had a right hard
on. My gay best friend says the more you think about (trying to will
it to go down) it the worse it gets. Must be right.
The girl on the check out was checking it out as well. Chloe her name
badge said, and she was GORGEOUS. This made it even worse I guess,
looking in the mirror.
Finally I got served, and very slowly made my way out to my Nissan SUV,
donning my dark glasses.
Hard on boy was parked a long way from me. I wondered how on earth I
could make contact, other than to march up to him and say "Could I
have a large portion of that cock please?"
My heart was thumping. Drop a handkerchief would have been the plot in
Thomas Hardy's day, but I updated this to my store card. Making out
I was fumbling in my purse, I dropped the brightly coloured card in the
middle of the car park, right in his path.
"Excuse me" (I heard his voice call - don't you DARE address me as Madam
I thought) , ", Love - you've dropped your card!"
"Oh !" I turned in shock
"Thanks " I beamed and strode back to pick it up. He was still a bit
hard I noticed.
I bent down to retrieve it, giving him plenty of cleavage.
It pushed the 58% Cotton/42% Polyester tracky bottoms out visibly. Out
even further. So he was interested alright.
I had a good look as he couldn't see my eyes
I realised he had no idea whatsoever that I was available.
He was breathtakingly gorgeous. A bit of a cliche all muscles and
stubble, but these blue eyes I wanted to jump into and swim.
I decided to take the plunge
I lowered the glasses.
"Do you want some help with that?" I asked, looking down and smiling. I
could of course have meant his purchases.
"Um.." he grinned "are you serious"
"I am, I said, never more so. Come and sit in my car" I said " And I'll
scuk your cock for you"
His jaw dropped (as mine would have to !)
He silently followed me
I opened the car with my remote, then got in the back and beckoned him
in. He put his purchases on the front seat and went to kiss me. I
stopped him, minx that I am. I shook my head.
"Get him out" I said , looking down at the huge bulge in his tracky
bottoms.
He pulled the waistband out, and he was blushing !
"Pull them down to your knees" I said
"What?" he was incredulous "this is a car park! It's broad DAYLIGHT"
"I want to be able to get to your balls and everything. You can soon
pull them up if someone comes out. Go on, do as you're told" I ordered
With some reluctance he did it. His big cock sparng out, phenomenally
hard. My ex husband was 6' 4" and built to match, so I knew how to
handle big cocks, luckily.
I held the head gently and wanked him. He groaned.
"Have you come today?" I grinned
He nodded
"I fucked my girlfriend earlier" he admitted
"Did you come in her pussy or her mouth?" I asked
"Between her tits" he told me
"Umm.... lovely" I enthused "does she DEEP THROAT?"
"No she... .she can't do that"
"Mmm ....well I can" I giggled
Cradling his big balls with one hand I held the shaft with the other and
fed it into my mouth and right down my throat. I held my breath as I
fellated him forcefully.
"Oh god that's fantastic" he grunted
Needing to breathe, I withdrew the cock, shining with my spittle and I
gently pulled his foreskin back, releasing his musky smell, and I
thought a little bit of cunt juice from his earlier fuck. Lovely smell,
I thought - I'd like to meet her!
I enveloped the exposed head in my mouth looking up at him all the while
"Can I get your tits out ?" he asked , his voice having dropped several
octaves
I got them out myself, pulling the tight top down
"Oh my god they're gorgeous" he moaned filling his big warm hands with
"them fucking beautiful big nipples"
"I love them" I said, emptying my mouth for a moment, and taking the
opportunity, now I wanted to, to kiss him.
Scooping his big cock into my cleavage, I moved up him to thrust my
tongue deep into his mouth.
"MMmmm" he groaned and his body clenched as I wanked him.
I had no warning as he spasmed and came his load up all over my big
tits.
"Oh" I moaned back into his mouth as I basked in his spermy salute to
the gorgeousness of my tits.
We broke the kiss, I wanked him a little more to bring up any more juice
and finally deeply sucked him, at the end of which with thick sperm all
round my mouth I smiled at him.
"BETTER?" I teased
"FanTAStic" he beamed
"Finger - fuck me?" I asked as I wriggled out of my leggings
"Sure", he grinned as I spread my legs for him
I have a neat little triangle of pubes well above the silt, below that
it's all open land
"Can I have a lick?" he ventured
"You ..certainly can. I might smell a bit strong" I advised "I'm very
hormonal !"
His face came to between my legs, and he had a sniff.
"You smell great, actually" he smiled
and he dug his tongue in between my shaved lips to get straight into my
big hard clittie.
It was luscious, I mean he was no great expert, I've been eaten better,
but he was so hunky and it was such a horny situation in this
superstore car park at mid morning, that I could not help but to grab
my tits, and enjoy the ride.
"Stick your finger in as well" I urged
He stuck
First one then two big (and rough) fingers were pushed deep into my wet
hole.
"Umff" I moaned
He slurped and licked and lapped
"I'm COMING" I said , rather unnecessarily as I soaked the lower half
of his face
"Lordy!" he coughed, kind of
"I'm sorry" I chuckled "I'm a bit of a juicy Lucy, I'm afraid"
I handed him some wipes I kept in the chair back pocket, which he used.
"I'm going to want you to come round to my house and FUCK me" I told him
He nodded
"When?" he asked
"Can you do Saturday night / all day Sunday, next weekend?" I proposed
"My ex husband has my son then"
I was having a bit of a wipe and I pulled my clothes back up / down as
necessary.
He took the hint and tucked his cock away, which was shame as it was
hard again already
I gave him a piece of paper with my address scribbled on it and a
voicemail number. He smiled back at me as he left my car.
I made myself look a bit more respectable, and got in the driver's seat
and drove home.
I was shaking when I got back. I went straight up to my bedroom and
wanked myself off with my favourite vibro. I still wasn't satisfied, so
I did it again, slowly, playing a lot of attention to my breasts, I
held off and held off until I finally had a huge multiple orgasm. I
still wasn't satisfied, in fact it made me worse.
Finally I got dressed and went food shopping. I was transfixed by a
huge banana. I bought it, well .. a bunch, a hand is the correct term,
and all the other shopping got left in the kitchen for a while, as
took my banana to bed. I put a condom on my new friend and fucked
myself vigorously with it, in the end I crammed another one up my
arsehole , as well.
Finally I was so tired I showered, put the perishables away, ate my
banana friend and opened a bottle of wine. Towards the end of the
bottle of wine a male friend called from Sweden, where he's in a rock
band. He soon realised I wanted dirty talk and obliged, making me
strip naked on my sofa, and legs akimbo, pump my clit until I came
again, he described his wank in detail as he joined me, and I heard
him grunt as he came all over his hand.
It was two days before my DIY store hunk (Justin - "Justin Time" I
named him ) contacted me via the voicemail. Mind you, I had dialled in
32 times by then.
He explained that he'd been working on being absent for most of the
weekend, which involved a mythical plumbing first - fit in Walsall
Wood.
So...Saturday night came at last. And talking of coming at last I had by
this time mastrubated a couple of dozen times each time, or most times
stopping short of ograsm. Sometimes I accidentally came. I was
determined when I actually got my hands on him, I was going to go off
like the space shuttle.
I was undressed to the nines. Bright red satin dress. Basque,
suspenders, black fishnet stockings, high heels, no knickers at all ,
hair all magnificent, lots of makeup. The very ultimate in tartiness,
basically. I was going to describe my cunt at great length to you, but
as you've been good, you may have a look. In this picture you will see
right up it. Freshly shaved, very, very juicy, gaping a bit, as you
will see, after a large vibe had been deep inside.
Pic : http://erofiles.freewebspace.com/CB_Pussy.jpg
While you've got your cock out, you may as well keep it out now.
Right on the appointed time of 8 pm the doorbell rang. Though I had
managed to feign complete confidence in my dealings with our Justin, I
was shaking as I walked to the door. Justin was standing there with a
bunch of supermarket lillies, looking very scrubbed and magnificent in
a white cotton shirt and tight and faded blue jeans. I wondered if he
was just hard all the time, as I sneaked a peek, and he definitely was.
"Come in quickly, the neighbours will talk" I giggled nervously. He
was carrying a bottle of Chardonnay as well, both were taken from him
and put aside as he entered the hallway.
"I was thinking of coming looking like a workm!" was all he got out as
I pushed him up against the wall and shoved my tongue in his mouth. I
thrust a hand in between us and grabbed the bulge in his jeans.
"I'm going to have to apologise" I murmured ".. but I'm absolutely
fucking rampant"
Perhaps I didn't really have to explain this to him, as such.
His hands were at my back undoing the dress as he snogged me forcefully.
It was soon in a pool round my spike heeled ankles.
"Fuckng hell you've got a fucking basque on" he grunted , filling his
hands with as much tit as he could access. His right hand dipped down
to my crotch "Christ you haven't got any fucking knickers on" he
laughed
He cupped the palm of his hand over my mound
"Jesus you're DRIPPING" he chuckled
"Finger UP!" I groaned
He inserted a big finger as deeply as he could reach
"FUCKING HELL" he whispered "that's got to be the hottest, wettest CNUT
in the whole Midlands!!"
I couldn't argue with that
Then, quite forcefully : "ON the floor, now, on your hands and knees"
he ordered
He pulled his shirt off, and hoiked his jeans down to his knees
"I'll get yez tits out in bit", he announced , sounding suddenly
gypsy-ish " roit now I'm just gonna fuck yeh"
"Do you want a condom on it, Mrs?" he asked gallantly
I shook my head
Not the wisest decision in the world, I'll grant you, but firstly I
wanted to feel him, and secondly I could not POSSIBLY have waited. He
was fishing around in his jeans as he asked, so I guess he'd come
prepared. I had invested in a selection, but they were away up the
stairs.
I felt him rock hard between my buttocks, and I thought for a moment he
was going to pot the brown. All in good time, I thought.
It was merely that he was so phenomenally hard , the tip of his big cock
was drifting upwards away from the big wet slot, and it is big, boys,
I DO have a grip of iron, but plenty of room for BIG cocks at Chez
Helena. He fed the nine inches of his fat cock in, the broad knob
pushing my insides apart , the gushing pink walls of my cunt. His
concrete - like thighs banged into the backs of mine. Any reputable
source will confirm that there isn't room for nine inches in anyone's
even if you've had a k**, there is only six odd inches to fill. "Mmmm
mmmm" I moaned "God, you're good" I said ".... a good fuck.... I like
the way you move your hips" "Thanks" he grinned "You have the MOST
GORGEOUS ARSE" he enthused . "My girlfriend doesn't...." he started.
I could guess what she doesn't. "Pull out" I said "gently..... let's
go upstairs... I want to sit on it" I told him We ran up the stairs,
me first, with him having a good look up my arse. I led him to my
room, where I pulled the rest of his clothes off, forcefully. I opened
the top of the basque, pulling out my big tits. I kept the shoes on ,
and the stockings. I lay him out and jumped on, with minimal if any
use of hands! He was up me like the proverbial rat up a drainpipe.
I leaned forward and forced a nipple into his mouth. "Bite me " I
moaned. He bit. As I leant forward Justin, bless him, stuck a finger
WAY up my arse. I felt an "Oooh" vibrate through my nip as he noticed
the bunch of KY I'd shoved up there, earlier. "Oh my lord get it up
there , PLEASE!" I moaned "PLEASE" I begged, mangling my tits I reached
behind me and pulled him out of my cunt If you DON'T put a condom on
now, then you can't go back in my cunt , and I won't suck it" I warned.
We agreed he would put a condom on, and I pushed his cock deep into my
arse, still sitting on him as before. He groaned as his great cock
sank deep into my bowels, the big knob reaming my ringpiece and making
me cry out. Al too soon he cried out and pumped his load into the
rubber. I gently dismounted, removed the condom and lovingly sucked
his knob. As we fucked later, in the good old missionary position I
asked him about his girlfriend, Giselle, who was Brazilian.
"Has she GOT a Brazilian?" I enquired "she's shaved... completely" he
said "Pierced?" I said "Her clit, yes" he said "You know... the hood"
"I know" I said "Does she like girls?"
"She SAYS" he began " she's BI CURIOUS ... though she's not done
anything about it " "Would she like ME?" I asked at last as I began to
come "I think so, she says she'd like an older woman with big TITS"he
grunted as he shot his load into my hot bare cunt. We wondered how we
could lure her in. And that , as they say is another story, for we
HAVE BEEN successful !!!
11年前
