At half past seven the next morning, the maid came in with a tray of tea. No sooner had she left than there was a tap on the door. I opened it a crack and there was Colin in his dressing gown. He slipped quickly into my room and we fell on the bed together. We tore each other’s dressing gowns off, making love violently and quickly. As we banged away at each other savagely, I told him I loved him. Over and over again.
I cried shamelessly on his shoulder as our bodies grappled together, desperately seeking each other. It wasn’t long before my orgasm crashed suddenly into my belly. Unable to contain himself, Colin exploded his sperm over my belly and breasts. We lay exhausted in each other’s arms for a while. After he had gone I rubbed his sperm where it had splashed into my breasts until they were quite dry.
The next three nights we made love together for three or four hours together. Colin was insatiable. So was I! We fucked in just about every possible position. He taught me about oral sex and I was an eager pupil though I just couldn’t bring myself to let him come in my mouth. He was a wizard at love. A real virtuoso. He had a tremendous appetite for sex.
Colin showed me that I could have multiple orgasms. Something I had not thought possible. And he always made sure I had at least three before he allowed himself to climax. He could hold back nearly for ever. Then he would ejaculate all over me, before drying himself off and starting again. He came three times each night and once again the following morning. Between fucks, he would talk to me about himself and ask questions about my life.
‘Goodness! I have nothing much to tell about life. I’ve only been alive since I met you. You know all about my life since then.’
‘You must have had other lovers.’
I was afraid of being caught out having lied about her earlier sexual experience. ‘Oh, you don’t want to hear about them. They were boring. They only wanted one thing.’
‘And who can blame them? It’s such a special thing.’
‘What about your women, then?’ I challenged. ‘Your other secretaries?’
‘I haven’t been to bed with them all.’ Colin laughed at the idea. ‘If you knew Brenda, the one before you, you’d know why.’
‘Why, was she ugly?’
‘Not really. Not attractive, but not ugly.’
‘In that case, fuck me again. Come here.’
And he climbed on top of me for another long session. On our last night together I slept all night with him, managing snatches of sleep between fucks. I lost count of the fucks we had that night. I was heart broken when I had to go back home. It had been such a fantastic honeymoon. And I was hopelessly in love, but mightily relieved when my period started on time.
He was my lover for three-years. Many times I begged Colin to leave his wife and run away with me. Many times. We never managed to actually sleep together again. But we had a torrid affair, living dangerously. We snatched quick fucks during lunch hours and spent a couple of hours most Saturday mornings in Colin’s office satisfying our sheer hunger for each other’s body. On the carpet, sprawled over his desk, sat in his chair, up against the wall. In every corner of the room. We made love in his car in lay-byes and pub car-parks. I would often go down on him and suck him to a fine erection as he drove. We fucked three or four times a week. And my boy-friend felt me up each Friday and Sunday. Tame stuff, that!
Colin warned me not to marry James. It wouldn’t work, he said. But James was reliable and steady. He would end up a bank manager and we’d have a couple of children and live in a nice modern detached house. We’d spend two weeks a year on the South coast, boating and have Christmas dinner with his parents. I told Colin that the only way he could prevent me from marrying James was to elope with me.
But he wouldn’t. He told me that, once I was married, our affair would have to end. He didn’t want to be the cause of my divorce! I didn’t believe him. I couldn’t imagine life without him.
My wedding was eventually planned and I went on the pill. Colin and I had certainly taken enormous risks but in all that time he had never once spurted inside me. I must have had gallons of his sperm on my belly, over my breasts, up my back, on my bottom and my pubic hair. But never inside.
On the eve of my wedding I was sleeping at my grandmother’s house. It was November and a foggy dark evening. Colin gave me a lift to grandmother’s. On the way, I asked him to pull onto some spare ground away from the road, where James and I usually had our petting sessions. It was deserted. Then I asked Colin to make love to me without having to withdraw. I wanted him to be the first to splash sperm deep inside me. I wanted to his to be the first hot sperm to christen my fanny.
His car had a bench seat at the front with the gear lever on the steering column. I opened his flies and played with him until he was at full stretch whilst he felt between my legs, making me all juicy and slippery. I slipped my pants off, Colin struggled out of his trousers, knelt between my thighs. They were wide open with my feet on the dash-board. He presented his stiff rod to my sopping opening and slid slowly, deep inside. It was sheer heaven!
We spent half an hour in the throes of lust and sex. Colin was in no hurry. He chewed my nipples nearly off whilst I almost tore his testicles off. I had several orgasms, some small, some big, before I felt Colin begin to tense in his loins. I always knew when he was about to come. It was like a coiled spring inside him getting tighter and tighter. The muscles in his bottom clenched, flexing and twitching. Finally, with a mighty heave, he erupted deep inside me, again and again, until he had spent his last drop.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, with his cock buried deep inside me. I cried quietly. I didn’t know when I would next be with my lover. Colin was unusually quiet.
That was to be the last time we fucked. Returning from my boring honeymoon, I suspected that Colin had found himself another, beautiful mistress. He knew a lot of attractive women who would be only too willing to join him on his casting couch. To get my own back and to make Colin jealous, I made great play at the office Christmas party of teasing David, a young blonde technician, eventually taking him into one of the offices.
I made sure that Colin saw us. I was very merry on red wine, but intended only a kiss and a cuddle. But I’d got David worked up. He pressed me against the front of the desk with his hot kisses.
Before the party started, I had changed into a deliberately short skirt. Three of us had left off our panties to tease the men, giving them the odd glimpse of buttocks. All three of us had been groped on the cheeks of the bottom and unfamiliar finger-tips had managed to penetrate my gash and I suspect the other two as well. So I was rather wet and horny.
But with David pressing his groin between my thighs, the skirt was easily pushed round the hips. My wet fanny was completely unprotected. David managed to unzip himself whilst dabbling his fingers in my juices. I was so worked up myself that I reached down to feel for his penis without thinking. Hard and upright. Mm very nice! Our tongues were lashing hard together. I was certainly encouraging him.
Before I realized what was happening, or could do anything about it, the stiff shaft was slipping straight inside me. Wow! It felt so great! A different cock is always an exhilarating, wonderful feeling. Oh yes! Awesome! I curled my legs round his waist to pull him in deeper. To fill me with his cock. It was gloriously unexpected. My whimpers showed how much I was enjoying it.
So, I held on to the edges of the desk, eyes closed, thighs twisting, whilst David grunted away, jabbing hard into my grasping vagina. I was vaguely aware of the door opening, the noise from outside of the party swelling. Through half-open eyes, bleary with the wine, I saw Colin. He just stood there, watching us for a few seconds before leaving, quietly closing the door. David didn’t even notice. He was nearing his point of no return, interested only in ejaculating his sticky offering deep inside me.
I felt self-confident and reckless. Glad that Colin had seen me bing fucked by someone else. Serve him right, I thought. It could have been him, but he had finished with me. Now nsoemopne else can enjoy me. So, I closed my eyes and relished the feel of cock pounding in and out of me, reaching its climax. He suddenly withdrew with a loud grunt, and I felt the warm gush of sperm flood onto my belly. This was followed almost immediately with the cock thrusting its way back into my soaking gash again. But it felt different! Thicker!
I half opened my eyes to find myself looking into the face of Derek. My God! He was seriously fucking me! He must have come in after Colin had left. As he plunged in and out, I turned my head to see the other four guys stood around watching, trousers round ankles, all with erect cocks being fondled by their owners. David was now on my right, cock drooping, holding my right knee wide open, watching Derek’s cock penetrating me. Arthur came to my left and took the other knee with one hand, whilst holding a glass of red wine in the other.
My head was in a drunken spin. And it wasn’t just the wine! I was being gang raped! Except that I was doing nothing to stop it – or even trying! Derek pulled out of me and I peered down at his cock as it erupted. A thick stream of sperm splattered over my left breast, with the rest of the spurts erupting into my pubic curls. I love watching men come! So satisfying knowing that I’m the cause of it.
No one spoke. The room was hot and smoke-filled. The record player was still going in the hallway. No-one was listening. I saw the manager with his cigar in the corner of his mouth, watching the action as Derek stood to one side to let Arthur step in between my open thighs, glass still held in his right hand. After dropping his trousers, his cock drove straight into me – up to the hilt. It was on the small side, but he fucked like a dog. Fast and furious, eyes closed, a grimace on his face as he concentrated.
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