The Estate - Part 7

After Greeta had gone I got a text from Henry.

‘Can I talk to you?’

‘What about?’ I replied.

‘Me, us.’

‘H, there is no us.’

‘Cud be.’

‘H, I am a married man.’

‘So wht?’

‘Find a boy your own age and fuck him stupid in his bedroom’

‘not wot I wnt’

‘it is what I want’

‘giv us a chnce’

‘it will end in tears’

‘no it will end up with u in me’

And then I got a video message. Henry was in what looked like a park or similar, sitting on the ground, her skirt up and he fingers rubbing herself. Slowly she began to finger fuck herself, and then the video ended. Well, yes, I got hard. Very hard. Even though I had just been sucked off, I was rock hard again. Shit.

‘u r all I think of. U in me’

‘it wont work’ this was getting silly. I thought I ought to block her number again, but a small part of me was flattered. Another small part was turned on, And I was intrigued.

‘cud work. Fuk me, find out’

‘No. I have to work now’

‘Want u 2 fuk me’

There were a few more texts along a similar vein, I just ignored them. She was of a legal age, that wasn’t the issue, but I was sensing, no, seeing, infatuation and I knew, just knew it would end in tears. Probably mine.

I wondered if I ought to talk to Lena about it. I would give that some thought. I didn’t want to discuss it Jools, she would simply make me block Henry’s number, and I was also pretty sure Jools didn’t know I had been fucking Lena, who apparently was fast becoming a friend of Jools. So, all in all, this was complicated. Very complicated. But the back of my brain was saying, ‘just fuck her already.’

It was quiet for a few days, I think it was about a week since I had seen Margaret and I was thinking that perhaps it had all been too much for me, when, think of the devil and the devil will show, the door knocked and it was Margaret, she looked rather stressed.

“Sorry, sorry, I did not mean to ignore you, but it has been all very complicated.” She greeted me.

“Margaret, it is okay, just come in and calm down.” I stepped aside and she came in. “Sit woman” she still seemed to be at unease. I decided she could make any moves necessary.

“Yes. Right. The detective got proof he was cheating on me. Photos of him and her at a hotel, eating, drinking and then entering a room, which was booked under his name for him and his wife. Only his ‘wife’  wasn’t me.”

“Oh that is a shame. Can’t say I am surprised, but, well, it is a shame.”

“Oh, no, no it isn’t. I put all of his things, clothes and everything, in bags and put them in front of the garage. My solicitor says this is grounds for divorce and has raised the paperwork. I sent him a message saying that I hoped he was having a good holiday with his wife. All his stuff was out of the house and that I was divorcing him. I would explain to everyone at the Church what had happened, so he would not be welcome there.”

“Wow,” I said, “but won’t you lose the house? Where will you live?”

“No, the house is in my Mother’s name. Mother is in a care home and we were basically living in her house to look after it. My solicitor says I ought to talk to my mother about transferring it into my name after the divorce starts and we are officially separated.”

“Oh.”

“And I know who she is. She is one of the Inner Circle in the church, so neither of them will be welcome in the church after this. I had thought she was a friend. I was wrong.”

“Crikey Margaret. How do you feel about all this?”

“I feel free. Anyway, that is not why I am here.”

“Oh, why are you here then? Not that it isn’t nice to see you whatever the reason.”

“I spoke to The Lord and he was displeased with me. You have shown me what The Lord wanted me to know but I have not pleased you, and The Lord has directed me to please you.”

“Margaret, you do not have to please me, I was simply showing you what you were missing, you owe me nothing.”

She stood up and pointed to the stairs. “No, I don’t owe you, but I owe the Lord. Shall we go up to the bedroom?”

I got up and followed her, yes followed her, up to my bedroom. As soon as we got into the room she turned and started undoing my belt. Okay, well, obviously my cock got hard as soon as she started on my belt, and as she lowered my zip, my shorts were full of a hard bulge. I held the bottom of her jumper and pulled it up over her head. The same, or similar bra, to before. I might treat her to some sexy underwear I thought.

There was no putting clothes tidily on the stool, they just stayed were they fell until we were both naked. “Lay back” she said. So I did, my cock up at about 45 degrees and looking forward to whatever she was planning. 

Margaret sat beside me and took my hand and began a wank. And that was it. I knew that she didn’t really know what to do beyond the simple mechanics of it. I gently held her hand and slowed her to a stop. “Let me show you” I said.

“It is best with some lubrication, and your spit is good for that. You can either use your mouth to lubricate me, which would be best, or spit into your hands and then wipe them on my cock.”

“My mouth?” she said. “Er, okay.”

She bent down and gingerly sucked at the end of my cock. “Just imagine your mouth is your fanny and imagine I am fucking it. Move your mouth up and down on my cock.” At least she didn’t refuse, but then I had face fucked her fanny a few days before, so allowing one and not the other would, probably, in her mind be wrong. 

She pulled away. “It seems wrong to me but Our Lord has instructed me and so I will keep going until I get it right.”

‘Just you wait till I spunk down your throat’ I thought. She dipped back down and this time it was better, if I closed my eyes the feelings in my cock were the right ones, there was a slight suction and a warmth as she fellated. It wasn’t brilliant, but it wasn’t awful. I pulled away and pushed her back. I bent down and my tongue met her furrow and I licked.

“Oh no, it is supposed to be your turn,” she said as two of my fingers found her fanny and slowly entered her and my teeth chewed at her clitoris.  I opened my fingers, scissoring inside her and then rotated my wrist so that I could crook my fingers. I rubbed at the roof of her fanny, stimulating the rough patch of skin where her hymen used to be. She started raising her hips in time with my pressing upwards.

As my fingers worked inside her fanny my tongue and teeth focused on her clitoris. I licked and then chewed a little, then pressed with my teeth or dabbed with my tongue. Then I stopped and pulled away and gently blew, trying to circle her clitoris with my hot breath. I felt her begin to tense and her breath became shorter, small gulps inwards. I straightened my fingers and slipped them out of her fanny and then quickly back in, finger fucking her harder and faster, ht palm of my hand slapping against her clitoris as I finger fucked.

“Aaahhhhhhhhh’ she screamed as she climaxed, her hips bucking violently as she clamped on my fingers, her hips high in the air, her back arching, only her ankles and shoulders still in contact with the bed. As suddenly as she climaxed she relaxed and slumped back to the bed her breath returning to normal. 

“You are naughty. It is supposed to be about you today.”

“Well now Margaret,” I replied, “why would you think I didn’t enjoy that?”

“Our Lord told me that I had to pleasure you, not that I should let you pleasure me again. It is wrong, so wrong.” She did look quite saddened, not what I would expect from someone that had just experienced a wonderful orgasm.

“My turn now” I said as I rolled over and lay above her Missionary style. I reached down and rubbed my hard cock along the furrow of her sex before pressing into her fanny. There was no resistance, she was soaking from her orgasm and I was easily fully inside her, my balls pressing at the area just where her arse crack met her fanny slit.

“Oooohhh” she whispered and I slowly withdrew a little before pressing in again. I began a gentle fuck, my cock feeling her heat of her fanny, the fuck easy with the juices of her climax. Faster and faster my movement, pressing in as hard as I could, the end of my cock bottoming out and pressing at her womb. I could feel her fanny pulses as she rose again, her tempo matching mine as I fucked, the slap slap slap echoing around the bedroom as I contacted onto her mons, a small pain in my balls as they pressed hard against her skin on the deepest of my strokes.  

“Urgh, urgh, urgh,” she went at each of my in strokes and I was spurred to go harder deeper and faster. Faster, In, In , In, In and my moment approached, I could feel the tightening in my balls as they readied to erupt.  “Urgh, urgh, urgh,” and then as my climax came and my spunk erupted from my cock into the depths of her fanny she let out a long “eeeuuuurrrggghhhhh” followed by an “Aaahhhhh”. I cared not what noises she made, I was emptying my balls and filling her cunt.

My softening cock slipped from her fanny and I rolled onto my back and lay next to her just getting my breath back. That had been one of the best fucks I had had for ages, surprising to be honest, she didn’t really do much to contribute, and yet my orgasm was huge. My balls truly felt drained and my muscles throughout my body still felt as if they were in spasm and clenching. 

“Oh” she said. “That was different.”

With my breath back I asked, “Different? How?”

“My husband never does that when he finishes in me, he doesn’t go all tense and shout, he just, well, pushes in a little harder and then that is it. He gets up and goes to the bathroom to wash himself.”

“Perhaps he doesn’t enjoy it as much, perhaps he just sees it as a duty? I don’t know. But I do know that you, Margaret, are a fantastic fuck.”

“Please, don’t use that word it is horrible. We made love.” 

“Margaret, I am sorry, but love has nothing to do with it. It was simple sex. Fucking. Pleasure. For us both. And now your Lord should be happy as you have ‘pleased’ me, for you certainly have.”

“I need to go to the bathroom, it feels as if I am full to overflowing and I am leaking on your bed.” 

‘Ah yes,’ I thought, ‘that’ll be an issue if Jools sees that. ‘I think a towel next time.’

After Margaret had gone, I checked the bed cover. There was indeed quite a wet spot. I cleaned it as best I could and used Jools’ hair dryer to dry the wet spot. As far as I could tell only a CSI would be able to tell what had happened there that afternoon. I took a shower to ensure that there were no tell-tale signs or scents on me, dressed, and then work, luckily I largely work to my own schedule, but the work still has to be done despite the interruptions.

It turns out there were issues at one of my sites, issues that could not be resolved via Zoom. I knew that meant a site visit. It was too far away to comfortably do there and back in a day, and so I arranged the site visit for the afternoon. I would drive up in the morning, stay in a local hotel, and then drive back home the following morning. Tedious, but sometimes the only solution is face to face and not computer screen to computer screen. 

I gave Jools the good news over tea, that I would have to be away the next night. I wondered what she got up to when I wasn’t around. ‘Perhaps I might put a camera in our bedroom’ I mused. ‘But then, do I really want to know?’.

“Just you be careful,” she said.

“It’s just a drive up the motorway, hard hats and a lot of talking and telling people the way it is.”

“That is not what I meant, and you know it,” she said.

Yes, I did.

The site visit had been fractious. There were disagreements between the sub contractors and what they thought had been agreed. I went through the relevant parts of the contract agreement, walked the site with them and eventually got everyone on the same page. My view was that they had under-tendered and the costs were beginning to worry their accountants. Not my problem. It was gone six by the time I got to the hotel. I phoned Jools and then showered and put a T-shirt and some chinos on and went to the pub next door for some food.

There was a bit of a wait for a table, so I sat in the waiting area with a beer. Also sat there was a quite beautiful woman, impressive cleavage on show, flared skirt, heels and enough makeup on her face the give the cosmetics industry a real boost. “Hi” she said, “waiting for a table too?”

“Yeah, seems they are rather busy, odd for mid week I would have thought, but well, it is what it is.”

“There was a big event on at the showground, perhaps a few people have spilt over to here for food?” She smiled as she spoke and had a really friendly demeanour. 

“If we are both waiting for single tables, should I tell them we don’t mind doubling up?” Well, why not? Nothing ventured, nothing gained I always say.

“Great yes, good idea. I am Trinnie.”

“Hi Trinnie, I am Jase. I’m going to refresh my drink whilst I am up there, do you want a top up?”

“Please, Hendricks and slimline please. No Ice.”

The food was okay, it was just generic pub fare. I had chicken, Trinnie had scampi. We chatted about nothing really, just had a few drinks, probably a couple too many as I think we were both a little tipsy, and then we paid our bills.

“I’m in the hotel next door” she said, “would you like to come back to my room? We can take things further there.” 

I didn’t tell her I was also in the same hotel, “Oh yes, that would be lovely,” I answered, my groin perking up at the prospects for the evening. As we left the hotel she took my hand and we walked across to the hotel. “After you” I said as I held the door for her, ever the gentleman.

She was on a different floor to me, I always request ground floor, my view is it is easier to escape in an emergency, not that I expect them, but, well, you just never know. She was on the first floor. She opened her door and I followed her in. Her room was immaculate, unlike mine, no clothes strewn or dropped on the floor. She turned and kissed me. 

Her lips were soft and I think she wore a lip gloss that made her lips quite slippery to the touch, and my lips were enjoying touching hers. I undid her blouse and my hands were all over her breasts, her nipples were really quite small, and I think her breasts were enhanced. They didn’t drop much when I unhooked her bra. 

Trinnie dropped to her knees and undid the button and zip on my chinos, pulled them down and sucked my cock into her mouth. She was good. As she applied suction her tongue slowly worked around my rim and dipped into my slit. Wow that felt fantastic and I knew if she carried on I wouldn’t be able to hold back; I really wanted to fuck her, not simply get sucked off.

I took her head and pulled her up and off my cock. I pushed her back onto the bed and ran my hands up her thighs to her fanny. And I found her cock. Oh.

I sure as hell wasn’t expecting that. I have no objection to cock, I just prefer fanny, fanny is my first choice, not my only choice.

“I thought you knew” Trinnie said.

“No.” I replied as I bent down and took her (his?) cock into my mouth. Well, I had come this far, to throw a paddy would have been churlish. The evening wasn’t going to end quite as I expected. I gripped with my lips and pushed her foreskin back and ran my tongue over her cock head. I used my mouth to do a soft wank on her cock and my hands toyed with her balls, rolling them around inside her sac like marbles in a bag.

“I want you” she said, her voice husky and quiet, “I want to fuck you now.” 

I got up and lent forward, my knees resting against the edge of the bed, my hands pulling the cheeks of my arse apart. I felt her lick my arse and then spit on it and rubbed it around my hole. Then there was pressure as she pushed her cock against me, relentlessly pressing until my arse began to cede and she entered me. 

Slowly she entered until she was fully inside me, it was a feeling akin to needing a crap, but more pleasurable. Slowly Trinnie pulled back, almost out, and then pressed herself back in. Presumably satisfied that lubrication was enough, she began to fuck my arse. The tempo increased and the sound of her smacking against my arse cheeks in her in stroke was very erotic. Occasionally I felt a tingle as she grazed my prostate, but never that uncontrolled moment that can be intense and painful at the same time.

Faster she went and then she pushed in as hard and as deep as she had been and held it as she ejaculated into my bowel coming with a powerful orgasm before relaxing and her cock slipping from my arse. I could feel the cool air blowing into my gaping arse.

“You can fuck me know if you like” Trinnie said as I composed myself, “or just have a blow job if you like.

“It has been a long day, I’ll just get off if you don’t mind, being fucked lovely but was enough. I don’t need to cum.” I didn’t really fancy fucking her if I was honest. Being fucked always takes it out of me, I probably should go first, but rarely think far enough ahead to plan it that way.

The Estate - Part 5

The day after Lena’s revelations I was sitting in the lounge working, just doing some reports, final editing, that sort of thing, and there was a ring at the door. I put the laptop down and opened the door. It was Margaret, the God Botherer from the other day. 

“Hello,” she said, “I am sorry to bother you.”

“It’s no bother I had just finished some work. On your own today I see?”

“Er, yes, I am just here for me, can I talk to you?

“Yes, look, come in, don’t stand on the step.”

“Are you sure it is not a problem?”

“Come in woman.” I stood back and made space for her to enter. She stepped past me and stood in the middle of the lounge. “Would you like a coffee?”

She looked around and then back at me. “If it is no trouble”

“Well, if it was going to be a trouble I probably wouldn’t have offered, now, how do you have it?”

“White no sugar please.”

I went through to the kitchen and ground some beans and made 2 espressos. As I turned to the fridge to get the milk I saw her standing in the door way. “Crikey, Margaret is it? You could have sat down, it’s okay you know.”

“I wasn’t sure where to sit, which seat was yours.”

Lordy, she was a strange one. “Margaret, they are just chairs, sit on any of them, that is what they are for.”

I passed her her coffee and ushered her through to the lounge. I sat on one end of the settee and left her to make her own choice of next to me or the armchair opposite. She sat in the armchair.

“I wanted to talk a bit more about what you said the other day.” She really looked nervous, she didn’t seem to want to make eye contact and had both hands around her coffee as if it were a protective shield.

“I have thought about what you said. And I have prayed for guidance.”

Oh good grief. “And did your God answer you?” Humour her Jason, humour her.

“Yes. That is why I am here.”

“Okay. I think you need to explain”

“You are right, the rules of the church are not necessarily the rules of God, he only gave us ten rules and nowhere did it say that you should not, you know, enjoy sex with your husband.”

I am not really familiar with the commandments if I am honest. “Right, the commandments, and wasn’t one of them about not coveting your neighbour?” I asked trying to show some knowledge of the area. It was a long time since I had been to Sunday School.

“No, you have mixed them up. One was ‘thou shall not bear false witness against your neighbour’, the other was simply ‘Thou shall not covet.’ Lots of people seem to get them muddled up.”

Well, she knows her bible. “Okay, sorry I am not an expert in this. It seems to me that they were just some sensible rules for the time. The church seems to have made its own rules up and that is what I object to.”

“I think that the church has rules that were defined many years ago, and they seem to have failed to keep them up to date.”

“Yes, and now, people like you are denied simple honest pleasures and I find that abhorrent.”

“That is kind of what I wanted to talk about, but “ She paused and looked intently into her coffee.

“Margaret, it’s okay, you can say absolutely anything to me, you have no need to be embarrassed. Look, anything, anything at all you say here is private, just between us, and I shall never ever repeat any of it to anyone.” This was getting interesting, I didn’t want her clamming up on me now.

“Only, it was what you said about our husbands, my husband, you know?”

“Yes, I said I bet that he just takes his own pleasure as and when he wants it and gives no thought to your pleasure.”

“Yes.” She paused again and took a gulp, an audible gulp, of her coffee. “Last night.” She stopped again.

“Yes, last night, as you said, he told me to go up and get ready, as he usually says when he wants to, you know, do it.”

“Yes, when he wants sex.”

“Er, yes. So I went up and took my clothes off and washed myself and lay on the bed. He came up and took his clothes off and he went to just lie on me as usual. I said, could he sort of touch me first, you know, give me a little pleasure.”

“Okay, nothing wrong with that.” Well, there wasn’t, innocent and totally fair question I thought.

“He slapped me and called me a whore. He pushed himself in me, and when he finished he got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself as he always does. He came back in and told me to stop behaving like a common five pound whore from the streets. I was just laying there, my face stinging and his, you know, stuff just, well, dribbling out of me.”

“Christ.” 

“Please don’t say that.”

“Okay, I am sorry. I have no respect for men that hit women. Apart from the slap, that is normal for you? You go upstairs, lay on the bed, he comes up fucks you and cleans himself up and goes to sleep? Wow, that is such a shame, I must say I do feel for women like you that just take it, and get no pleasure. And I also wonder how he knows how much a whore costs these days.”

“Please don’t use that word. He made love to me, not what you said.” She looked angrily at me. She was more concerned at the words I used than the behaviour of her husband.

“Margaret, if there is one thing your husband did not do is, he did not make love to you. What he did do was take his own pleasure with no love for you.”

“I see that now, but what can I do?”

“If I were you I would seek pleasure elsewhere.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Yes you can Margaret. Look, as a starter, go home, I bet that you are very natural down there, untrimmed shall we say?”

She blushed, she actually blushed. I took that as a yes. “Get some scissors and trim yourself, make it neat and tidy, like a nice garden, rather than an untamed wilderness. When you have done that, lay on the bed and gently touch yourself down there, find out what is pleasure. You know the spot, give that the attention it needs.”

“What do you mean the spot?”

“Do you not, you know, give yourself pleasure by rubbing down there?”

“My goodness, no, such a thing, no.” 

“Oh Margaret, there is nothing wrong with it. It is normal human behaviour, I cannot believe that you don’t rub yourself and make yourself climax.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I don’t rub myself and I am not a man, I do not, er, finish, the way a man does.”

“Oh Margaret, this is the stuff you should have learned when you were a teenager. Look, go home, trim your garden, and lay on the bed and explore yourself. At the top of your,” I paused to try and find words that wouldn’t offend her, “at the top of your lady area, just where the two sides meet, you have a little pleasure spot, a button if you like. Gently play with that.”

“I can’t do that, I can’t touch myself there, it is wrong.”

“No Margaret it is not wrong, ask your God, and I am sure that if he answers, it will be to say it is not wrong.”

“I think perhaps Doreen was right, you are the devil.”

“Margaret, I if were the devil I would not have told you to go and pray to your God, I would have used my powers and ravished you myself to show you what pleasure really is. No, I am not. Go home, and if you feel brave why not ask your husband how he knows how much a whore costs.” 

It was a few days later when Lena called around. I opened the door, “Hi Lena” well, what else would you say?

“Is Jools in?”

“No Lena she is in her office in town today, shall I tell her you called round?”

“No, God no. Look, about the other day, you know, what I said.”

“Lena, come inside, sit down and just relax. Where’s Henry, is she allright?”

Lena came in and I shut the door behind her, I asked her if she wanted a coffee, she just shook her head. I sat on the settee, Lena sat next to me.

“I looked in Henry’s room and I found my diaries, I took them back and I have put them where she will never find them.”

“Did you confront her about it?”

“No, what’s the point? It would be just more lies. I simply tidied her room and changed her bed. When she realises that they are no longer in her room she will just assume I found them when I made her bed and hopefully that is that. Henry is fine, she is at work today.”

“So, and what about you, more to the point how are you, after our talk the other day? No bad dreams brought on my forgotten memories I hope?”

“No. Look, I, well, I felt something, something unexpected, and it kind of embarrasses me and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Lena, I don’t know what you mean, did you mean you want to go and find your father?”

“God no, he is dead to me, no, no it was other things, something else I felt and I am in a quandary.”

“Well when I feel like that I just act on my instincts, I go where my gut sends me. It usuall yworks out right.”

“Can I ask you something really personal?”

“of course. I reserve the right not to answer though.”

“Do you and Jools have a healthy sex life?”

“What? Where the hell did that question come from?”

“Please, it is important to me.”

“Well, as it happens we don’t. She has an issue down there.” That of course is not true, Jools and I fuck like rabbits as often as we can, we do however have an agreement. We can do what we like with whomever we like, but we have to be beyond discrete, no one must know or suspect. No point in Lena knowing that.

“So, is your marriage safe, are you going to split up?” 

“Safe as houses, no worries there.”

“So what do you do, you know, to release the pressure?”

“Well the same as any man I suppose, look Lena, why are you asking this?”

“Ever since our talk I have been feeling that pressure and I don’t know how to get rid of it.” 

“Oh come on Lena,” I waggled my finger in a wiping up and down and then in a circular motion, “of course you know.”

“That didn’t relieve the pressure.”

I was about to tell her that obviously she wasn’t doing it right, perhaps she was out of practice when she kissed me. She rolled onto my lap, legs astride mine and kissed me hard,  her tongue pressing in, her hands holding my head. ‘Hello’ I thought. 

“I need,” she said between kisses,” to feel a normal moment, to help erase the memories that I bought back the other day. With my dad it was all about making him happy, never pleasure for me. Am I being inappropriate?”

I waited for a break in the kisses “No, not at all” I answered as I cupped her left breast through her clothes. I felt her nipple and slowly squeezed and teased it, my tongue seeking hers.

“Take me to your bed” Lena said as she climbed off my lap, relieving the pressure on my cock which had been trapped in my trousers beneath her as she ground herself on me.  I got up and led the way. 

“Follow me.” I said, a surprising croak to my voice. In the bedroom I turned to her, I pulled her top up over her head and dropped it on Jools’ dresser chair. He bra was a lacy blue mostly mesh which made it almost non existent, her nipples clearly showing. I undid the button on her skirt and let it fall to the bedroom floor. Her panties matched her bra, and clearly showed her sex. ‘She planned this and dressed for the occasion’ I thought.

I turned her around, undid the clasp on her bra and dropped it onto the dresser chair with her top, Putting my thumbs inside her panty waist, I rolled them down her legs until they puddled at floor. I turned her back around to face me and kissed her lips, my hands cupping her breasts and my fingers dancing across her nipples.

As I played with her, she worked at my belt and undid it and my trousers. I stepped back, releasing her, I pulled my T-shirt over my head and pushed my trousers and undershorts down, releasing my cock which sprang free, waving a greeting to her.

Lena moved to the bed and lay down, her legs apart, her sex open and glistening. “Fuck me” she said. Well yes, that was the plan, but not just yet. I knelt between her legs, but instead of putting my cock in her sex I used my tongue. My nose pushed against her clitoris, pressing and rotating it as my tongue rimmed her fanny hole. I slipped a finger up under my chin and slowly inserted it inside her and gently finger fucked her.

Her fanny was wet and my finger easily slid in and out. I crooked my finger to touch at her G spot and pressed my nose harder against her clit. I started sliding my nose up and down her valley, pressing harder as I returned to the top around her clitoris, lighter at the bottom where my finger was gently fucking her. She was lightly bucking here hips, rising to meet my nose as I touched her clitoris, sinking as I slowly went down to my finger. Her breath started to pulse, small gasps in, and then as my nose reached her clitoris once more she thrust up, exhaled loudly and groaned as her fanny clamped around my finger.

I gently slid my finger from her and rolled onto my back next to her. “Okay?” I asked.

“Shit yes.” She answered, not quite breathless, but between small gasps for air. “Now, that was what I needed. I think it is your turn now.” I was aware of the time and how close it was to Jools’ return. 

“Oh, you know, I think I would like to take a rain check on that.”

“What? Why? Have I done something wrong?”

“Oh no Lena, far from it, but, well, Jools will be coming home soon, and I just want to ensure everything up here is, you know, ‘in order’.

She laughed and sat up. “Okay then, when we have more time, perhaps at mine when Henry is out, and Jools is out and not around to ask awkward questions. Are you sure that this is okay, you are not just having a bit on the side? I don’t think I could bear that.”

Ah. Time to engage bastard mode. “Oh you are far more than a bit on the side, far more. I told you Jools and I don’t fuck, so, you are not treading on her toes, but it would be unfair on her to leave evidence of shenanigans in the bedroom that she wasn’t a party to. But to also be fair, I am not expecting this, us, to go anywhere. Friends with exceptional benefits, is that okay?”

 

“Okay, and to also open, I am not looking for a man to move in with. Friends is fine, as long as the benefits are exceptional.”

“Nice underwear by the way.”

“Yeah, I wore it, just in case.”

“Excellent, but I prefer you out of it, naked, and hungering for my cock.”

 

It was absolutely chucking it down, and I mean torrential. The car wipers were on fast mode and they were hardly clearing the screen. “Oh shit” I exclaimed. Henry was at the bloody bus stop. I could hardly leave her. I pulled up and wound the window down. “I’ll give you a lift if you behave.”

She opened the door and got in, soaked and clothes obviously wet through to her skin. “And exactly how would you like me to behave?” She asked.

“Like a young lady accepting a lift home, not like a whore in heat.”

“Oh you are so a prude. I told you why I am like I am.”

“No, you told me a story about being abused as a child.”

“It wasn’t a story.”

“No, okay, if you say so. Pants on fire.”

She sat and sulked and I dropped her off at her house and as soon as she had shut the car door I drove off. She was a complication I didn’t need. When I got home Jools was just getting out of the shower. 

“Darn it,” I said, “a few minutes earlier and I could have joined you.”

“Really? And what would you have done if you had joined me?”

“Well, apart from get wet, I would have gently rubbed gel on your back; using the scrunchie I would have rubbed between your shoulder blades slowly working my way down until I got to your bottom.”

“Mmmm and then what would you have done?”

“Well then I would have slipped my hand between the cheeks of your bottom and ensured everywhere was soapy and clean.”

“Mmmmm, inside as well as out?”

“Of course.”

“Nice. You have 5 minutes to get showered and join me in the bedroom.” She wrapped a bath sheet around herself and left. I quickly got out of my clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor and got under the shower. My cock was hard at the sight of Jools and I as I soaped it with shower gel it jerked in anticipation. I pulled my foreskin back and slowly wiped around my head and under the rim. It is so sensitive and I have made myself come just washing, and I didn’t want to do that today. I gave my arse a good lathering, pushing my soapy fingers past my sphincter to ensure I was thoroughly cleaned with no less pleasant odours lingering. I took the shower head and pointed it up at my arse ensuring all soapy residues were washed away, and stepped out. I rubbed myself with a towel to get most of the wet away and went to join Jools.

Jools was on the bed on her hands and knees her back to me as I entered. The beautiful sound hemispheres of her sex had caught the sun through the window and glistened. They are plump and very inviting with her inner lips just peaking through. Just above was my target today, the little pucker of her arse. Crinkled and the skin a slightly darker colour than her fanny it beckoned me to approach. I leant forward and I ran my tongue from her fanny along the crease of her arse, my tongue dabbing at her anus as I passed. As I dabbed Jools sighed and murmured her approval. I lined my cock with her arse and pressed, pushing in, slowly, unrelenting.

Jools arse slowly gave way to my pressure and my cock began to fill her. The heat from her bowel was like a warm caress on my cock, but her arse grip was relenting, it squeezed and held my cock as I filled her, pressing forward until my balls danced near her fanny, I was fully home. Slowly I pulled back and the grip on my cock was intense, I knew I wouldn’t last long. I began to arse fuck my Jools, not fast at first, just a steady rhythm, but I slowly began to increase the pace. Her arse slowly relaxed under my invasion and the grip lessened slightly but was still intense. 

Jools murmured and moaned her approval, she rarely climaxed when I fucked her arse but she loved the different sensations and sometimes would insert a vibrator into her fanny as I fucked her arse. Now that was a different sensation, the vibrations on my cock when I was fully inside her would often help me climax quicker than usual, but today she wanted as long an arse fuck as I could manage.

I could feel the tension in my balls, I knew that I would not last much longer. I pressed in deeper, as far as I could and pulled back until I was almost out, almost enough for her sphincter to win the battle and expel my cock, but only almost, not enough. I thrust back inside Jools, my pubic bone slapping against her buttocks as I increased my tempo, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, by balls began to boil and then I erupted. 

I slowed as the spurts of my cum coated her insides and as my cock softened slightly her body won and I slipped from her arse, spent, I rolled onto my back and lay looking up at Jools. She bent down and kissed me gently and then she too lay on the bed.

“Good?” She asked.

“Good” I answered.