In Your Dreams

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In Your Dreams

“I had a dream about you last night”

I looked up and across the table into her spectacle framed green eyes.
She had slightly, although somewhat pleasantly, surprised me with her declaration as she sat down to drink her coffee and light a cigarette.
“I hope you enjoyed it”
Her eyes twinkled and a lascivious grin spread across her slightly chubby face.
“Oh I did, I enjoyed it very much, but I’m not sure about you.”
I had not imagined myself being propositioned in such a way during my coffee break and I was flattered by the way the conversation was going.
“I would love you to tell me all about it, you never know, maybe one day we could make your dream come true”
“Well, it was a bit of an odd dream I suppose, and I guess it’s pretty unlikely, but we were……………..
She stopped talking as the door to the smoke room opened.

“I swear if I have to spend another day in that damned packing room I will jack this fucking job in for good”

I raised my eyebrows and tried to convey a disappointed look,
“better get back to work”
I winked at Roz before standing up to leave.
“Glad to hear you are having a good day Helen, I’ll leave you two girls in peace to plan the demise of the management”
Helen scowled and sat next to Roz, “Fucking men!”
And with that I left and went back to my office.

I had been working with Roz for about six months and although her conversation had often been spiced with sexual innuendo, it had never been any more than that of several others of the female employees. It was just a bit of fun to get you through an often tedious day in a food factory.
I sat at my desk wondering about the content of Roz’s dream and if some day it could indeed come true for her and at the same time resolve unfulfilled fantasies of my own.

Roz was a fairly plain looking girl, about thirty pounds overweight for her five feet two inches, but she was not unattractive.
Not someone I would think of settling down with, but certainly someone I could easily share a dream or two with.
Her prime attribute was her personality. She was very easy to speak to and extremely difficult to offend and she called a spade a spade.
At thirty seven years old she was 3 years my junior and like me, was married to an older person and had a teenaged son and daughter.

For the rest of the day I found myself periodically bringing her to mind and looking forward to her account of her nocturnal fancies. It was obviously of a sexual nature and as my home sex life was in a bit of a lull at the time, I planned to extract the most I could from the situation.

I didn’t have long to wait.
The very next day we, by chance, elected to take our morning coffee break at the same time. Disappointingly there were several others that chose the same period so we were not able to discuss the details of my role in her sleeping fantasy.
We were however able to sit opposite each other and, when I announced my intention to return to my daily chores, to my surprise she discreetly passed me three folded pages of notepaper which I gratefully accepted and placed in my shirt pocket.

I opened them at my desk and read in graphic detail how we had somehow been engaged to babysit for her granddaughter and once the young baby was fast asleep in her cot had taken full advantage of our time together.
I had seduced her, I had quickly discovered the absence of panties atop her stocking clad legs and relished her overly moist sex with an enthusiasm that I would find challenging to aspire to.
I developed a throbbing erection as I read on about her genuflection and impassioned oral stimulation of my genitalia.
I wished that the content of my dreams was as stimulating as her chronicle of hers.
We made love; (Yeah in your dreams) I chuckled to myself, as I pumped into her, piston like, until our licentious union achieved its orgasmic peak.
She finished the piece with xxx and a request.
(Btw, how big is your cock?)

I spent a lot of time in the remainder of the day in contemplation of how I would reply to her essay, finally deciding that a short allegory of my own would be most appropriate, and determined that I would set about writing the piece at some time that evening.
As luck would have it, I was left alone at home that evening for a few hours. My wife had gone to visit her parents and my kids were both out at friend’s houses.
I found it a relatively simple task as I was using her story, and the accompanying boner that it gave me, as inspiration.
It detailed a visit that I would pay to her and the passionate and steamy embrace that would ensue the second we stood behind her closed front door.
How I would explore every contour of her body as we stripped each other naked in the hallway.
How I would lead her to the living room and ravage her on the sofa.
How I would eagerly lap at her most intimate fluid.
How my penis would explore the full depth of her vagina and push into her cervix and bring her to orgasm after exhilarating orgasm.
How we would lie together for just a few short moments before our passions were aroused and our celebration of sensual enjoyment would begin again with renewed vigour.
I finished with kisses as she had done and added;
(Btw, my cock is uncut and 8 inches long. Do you ever shave your cunt?)

I was a few minutes early arriving at work the next morning and decided to have a smoke outside the factory gates before entering as it was a fine and warm summer morning.
Before long I saw Roz walking toward me, so I retrieved the folded papers from my back pocket and passed them to her as we walked together into the factory.
She had a cheeky almost childlike grin on her face as she took them from me and thanked me. In my view she had grown from, just another one of the girls, into something extremely desirable and I hoped that her response to my composition would be a favourable one.
As we entered the main door I looked behind me to check if anyone could see, and then gently squeezed her right buttock as an intimate, but friendly, gesture before we parted company at the bottom of the stairs to go to our respective changing rooms.
I paused briefly to watch her ascend; my eyes fixed on the broad backside whose fleshiness I had just fondled.
Her tight black leggings that clung to her rump like a second skin displaying her ass crack to fine effect and leaving very little to the imagination as to how it would appear in the flesh.
I wondered at just how easily I was being filled with desire for her and how, just the thought of her, caused a profound stirring in my loins.
I had to mentally shake myself before I entered the male locker room to retrieve my white coat, and concentrated on my day’s rota of meetings, quality control and the problem of the two tonnes of goujons that were being returned as unsatisfactory, in order to clear my mind of her and return my penis to its flaccid state.

Although we both walked to and from work we took different routes but I decided that, on that evening, I would walk with her as our break times had not coincided all day and I was extremely curious to find her reaction to my note.

We only actually lived about ten minutes away from each other and I thought it would give us an opportunity to chat on the way.

I felt slightly guilty and more than a little conspicuous as I loitered just outside the factory’s main door as the workforce filtered by me at the end of their shift. Constantly shuffling through my pockets and walking back and forth in a feeble attempt to make it look as if I had forgotten something.
When Roz finally emerged I gave her a smile which she returned, and walked with her to the gates.
“You don’t normally come this way John”
For some reason, that remains unexplained to me, I lied.
“Um, I have to pick up a bottle of wine, and there is an off-licence at the end of your street”
She actually thrilled me when she said, with a very girlie giggle,
“I hope you don’t plan to lead me astray and take advantage of me?”
“Is that a warning or an offer?”
“It’s whatever you like to make of it John”
At the top of the hill we stopped briefly at the pedestrian crossing, waiting for the lights to change before crossing the busy main road.
“I hope you enjoyed reading my story as much as I enjoyed reading yours Roz?”

It seemed a long time before she replied,
“Did……….um… I mean would you, I mean, oh fuck, what the hell, would you like to do it with me?”
She seemed embarrassed at what she had just said and I have to admit to feeling a warm glow in my face.
“Yes………I think I would….I mean……… for fucks sake what’s up with me? I would really love to do it with you.”
I wanted to grab her there and then, and hug her and kiss her, and I have a feeling that she wanted to as well, but we were in a public street and we both knew that whatever we done had to be performed in seclusion.
“John?” She looked up at me with questioning eyes,”Is your cock really eight inches long?”
I confessed that indeed it was but was taken slightly aback by her response.
“Fucking hell John, that’s nearly as big as my vibrator.”
We were both still laughing as we turned the corner into her street but her face became more serious as she looked up at me and asked,

“How can we possibly meet? Most of the time it is impossible for you to visit me at home and I suppose it is just the same for you, but we really must do something. I’ve got a feeling that we could really enjoy some time together.”

I had to agree with her but we had almost reached her house and we needed more time to talk about it.
I considered the situation for a short while.
“How about if we get up for an early start in the morning and take a nice slow walk into work together?”

Work in the factory was always available for people that wanted to start or finish an hour or two early or late, so it would be no problem to explain our early departure to our respective partners.

“I could meet you at the bottom of your street if you like?”
“Ah, don’t know if that’s a good idea as I think Linda is working early tomorrow, and she may be passing by. What about if I meet you outside the Methodist church in the High Street?

“It’s a deal; I’ll be there at ten to six.”

“I will look forward to it John, see you bright and early tomorrow”

“Oh, by the way, I normally just trim, but I will shave it for you if you like.”

“Trimmed is fine Roz, see you in the morning”

She went into her house and I walked on but at the top of the street I paused for a while before deciding I deserved a small celebratory drink, and went into the off-licence, thereby freeing myself from the pang of guilt I had felt when I lied to Roz.

Morning didn’t come soon enough, it was a beautiful day and even at five a.m. the sun was shining strongly through the bathroom window as I showered and shaved.
I even turned the attention of the razor to my scrotum and trimmed by pubes.
I was also scolded by my wife for whistling, which is something I reserve for dressing to go out of an evening, and never do in preparation for a days work.
I chided myself for being so ignorant of the simple things that can betray a cheating husband to their wife.
I tried not to sound too cheerful as I pecked my wife on the cheek and said goodbye before I left home.

I was five minutes earlier than I needed to be, but this worked out well as Roz was early too and our paths crossed a couple of streets before our designated meeting place.
I think her mood was almost as buoyant as mine and we were instantly discussing how we would set about finding somewhere to experience our intimate encounter.
We turned into a back alleyway. I was hoping to find at least a few moments to steal an embrace and share a kiss, but I felt that we were still too public and vulnerable.

It was Roz that suggested that we explore an alley that led down the hill about a quarter of a mile from our workplace.
It was walled but overgrown with trees and bushes on either side of the steep steps that led down the hill, and completely deserted apart from ourselves.
We descended a dozen steps and then simultaneously stopped and held each other in a crushing embrace and kissed.
Her lips were soft and warm and her tongue instantly probed my open mouth, at first relaxed as it traced my lips, and then long and firm as she emulated coitus with it.
Our tongues wrestled frantically, exchanging saliva.
I sucked at her tongue; she sucked at mine.
I pulled her top lip into my mouth, gently nibbling on it.
We pushed against each other, my rigid manhood enjoying the pressure of her crotch on its throbbing length.
I slipped my hand inside the waistband of her leggings and under her panties, my middle finger pushing into the crevice and finding its way over her anus to her rorid sex.
She pushed her bottom backward causing my finger to engage with her clitoris as her hand began rubbing hard against the rampant bulge in my trousers.
I opened my eyes and noticed an entrance in the wall that was a few steps down from where we stood.
Reluctantly pulling my hand out and breaking our kiss I drew her attention to the gap and suggested we investigate.
About four feet in from the alley, there was a gate, it had become unattached from its hinges but remained standing, precariously supported by the branch of a tree that had been left to grow behind it.
I peered through the narrow gap between it and the gatepost to see a long forsaken and neglected garden.
I pushed on the gate.
It opened just wide enough for us to squeeze through.
We both surveyed the area and found that we were not overlooked and immediately resumed our coupling.
We kissed even more fervently than before and Roz fumbled with the button and zipper of my trousers to free my swollen prick from its undesired confinement and after our lips parted company, pulled them along with my underpants down to my knees.
I swiftly tugged her leggings and panties into a similar position and returned my hand to attend her increasingly moistening cunt as she bent and lowered her lips onto my swollen and tingling glans penis.
She pushed eagerly against me as I easily pushed two fingers inside her, rapidly vibrating them in the hope of bringing her to orgasm before I ejaculated.
She was just so incredibly adept at giving head, and I was so incredibly excited that I knew I would not be able to constrain myself for much longer.
I cupped my other hand behind her head, stroking her hair, caressing her ears, and encouraging her to take my whole length into the warm, wet embrace of her throat.
My other hand was so soaked with her vaginal effusion that I was able to push four fingers inside her, causing her to moan with pleasure and push even harder against the intrusion.

“Oh fuck Roz,………Roz………..oh fuck….I’m gonna cum”

Her only response was to suck harder at my cock.
I watched as she allowed me to face fuck her; the entirety of my spittle covered cock pumping increasingly faster into her mouth, covering her chin with drool.
My buttocks tightened as my seed forced its way through the length of my excited shaft.

Convulsion after convulsion overtook me as my sperm pumped from me into her throat.
She clawed at my arse cheeks as she tasted the first blob of my spunk, then pulled them apart and forced the tip of a finger into my rectum causing me to push forward even further and crush her nose against my pubic hair.
Her lips remained tightly sealed around my pulsing shaft as I emptied myself inside her, still sucking at me as it slowly lost its rigidity, but finally letting it leave her mouth with a plop.
She took it in her hand and looked up at me as she slowly stood, and licked her lips before saying,
“Fucking hell John, I hardly had to swallow that. It went straight down”

I pulled her head toward me and kissed her deeply, tasting my cum on her lips then looked her in the eyes.

“That was fucking amazing Roz, did you cum too?”

“Oh fuck, you bet I did………….three times!”

I lightly pushed her away from me and looked down at her hand still fondling my flaccid cock and then saw her neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. I cupped two fingers between her legs and scooped out some of her juice and raised them to my lips to taste.
She ran her tongue between them to share her musky lubricant with me until I slipped them out of the way and our tongues joined together once again.

I know I shouldn’t have done it, and I feel guilty for doing it, but I had to, I had to look at my watch.

Oh fuck.

“Roz!…… Oh shit…’s almost a quarter to seven”

I pulled up and refastened my trousers as she rearranged herself and then she flung her arms around my neck and kissed me even more passionately than before.
She was a fantastic kisser and I really wanted to reciprocate but we were supposed to start work at 7am and we would need five minutes to get there at a fast walking pace.

Fortunately Roz understood perfectly and we quickly squeezed back through the gate, almost skipped down the steps and turned onto the main road at the bottom, finally arriving at the factory gates with just three minutes to spare.


Later that morning I did my rounds of the factory, performing the health and safety role that was an integral part of my job as quality assurance officer, and found Roz assigned to packaging at the end of a production line.
It was an ideal opportunity to talk to her as she was working alone.

“Roz, I’m sorry”
“Yes sorry, I feel I have used you”
“Um, excuse me, but didn’t I use you too?”
The feelings of guilt that I had been experiencing since our early morning encounter began to disperse.
Although I was very pleased that Roz had assured me that she had achieved three orgasms, I still felt that she had serviced me like an unpaid whore and I hadn’t come anywhere close to making her dream come true.
And then there was the guilt of having cheated on my wife.
I had spent several moments trying to remember times when she had given me a blow job equal to that which I had received from Roz that morning and they were all in the dim and distant past and in our courting days when she was the hottest sex partner imaginable.
“I gaziantep eskort bayan suppose you did to a certain extent Roz, but I do feel that we didn’t really fulfil either of our dreams and fantasies.”
She laughed, then displayed a more serious expression.
“Are you trying to tell me that this morning was the first and last?”

“Oh shit, no, at least I sincerely hope not”

“Then I will gladly accept your apology on the condition that you will arrange another meeting for us where I will enjoy more use of you.”

“Same place, same time tomorrow?”

She agonizingly contemplated my question before questioning me.
“Did you notice the porta-cabin at the bottom of that garden?”

I had noticed the dilapidated structure but hadn’t given it any thought as my mind was concentrated on more urgent matters, but I could see that it could potentially be of use to us.
“I did, yes.”

“Maybe we should check it out tomorrow?”

I agreed with her, but became aware of our current situation and the inordinate amount of time I was spending with her.
Factories have a way of conjuring up all sorts of rumour and speculation about any liaison between opposite members of sex, or indeed, members of the same sex in one or two circumstances. The merest hint of any attraction between members of staff can have catastrophic and completely unfounded results.

“Tomorrow it is then.”
“Could we make it a bit earlier?”
“Half five?”
“Suits me”

I left her and resumed my duties, ensuring that I spent more than my usual time with some of the other girls, in order to dispel any chatter about the attention I had given to Roz. Then I admonished myself for allowing my paranoia to get the better of me.
I was pleased with my current predicament and sure that my worries and doubts were completely unjustified.

It was 5.20am when I left my house the following morning and I was surprised to find Roz waiting at the bottom of my street.

“John, I’ve got some good news! It had completely slipped my mind but hubby is on earlies this week and I had totally forgotten that my son is doing his work experience with him today, and as you know Kelly (her teenage daughter with the young baby) lives with her boyfriend and my house is empty”

My mind raced through a thousand thoughts as we walked back to her house. Most predominant was the idea that although we may not be able to satisfy the wish for her dream to come true, we could certainly satisfy the fantasy that I had detailed in my note to her.

She opened the door for me and I stepped into the hallway.
She kicked her trainers off as she leaned back against the door to close it and I bent to remove my shoes. I started to reach out to her as I straightened myself up but found she had already removed her jogging bottoms and revealed the black suspender belt and stockings beneath, that framed her now completely shaven cunt.
I dropped to my knees as she moved toward me, allowing me to use my tongue on the bald flesh between her parted legs.
My hands delighted in the feel of her nylon clad legs as I caressed her calves.
Nibbling on the hood of her clitoris as I felt up towards her fleshy thighs.
Pushing lightly on her inner thighs to part her legs further and allow my tongue to work on her delicious slit.
She was dripping, she was moaning.
She had removed her top and I was surprised that her tits were quite small in relation to her overweight body. I undone my shirt and removed it.
“Oh Fuck Roz, sit on me”
I lay back on the carpeted floor and she stepped over me, turning as she did before getting on her knees and slowly lowering her ample bottom down to my face.
Her quim glistened with my spit and her juice. I dug the fingers of both hands into her butt crack and pulled her cheeks apart to view her slightly puckered, dark brown arsehole as it sank upon me and came to rest on my nose.
I breathed in the ambrosial balminess of her back passage as my tongue sapped her vaginal exudation whilst she quickly relieved me of my trousers and boxer shorts and feasted once more on my ossified member.
She had that early morning fragrance, so hot and horny, accompanied with that illusive taste and smell that only a female can produce when they are aroused.
I clasped her buttocks in my hands and pulled her onto me.
My tongue tickling her stiff clit as tremors of excitement began to pulse through her sending wave after wave of glorious female wetness into my eagerly awaiting mouth.

I could have easily remained in this position until her oral expertise brought me once more to a mouth-filling climax but I had to exert control over myself and persuaded her to release me by pushing up on her bum and sliding from underneath her.

I brought myself to my knees and turned to face her, my cock already leaking pre-cum from its extended state.
She grabbed it and fiercely wanked me and I vibrated two fingers inside her creamy twat as we kissed again sharing each others genital and oral fluids.

I put my hands under her armpits and lifted her to her feet as I stood, and then turned her around, my cock pushed firmly between her bum cheeks as I cupped her tits in my hands.

“Take me to your living room”

She walked forward, opening the door on our right and went in to kneel in front of the sofa, just as I had said in my story.
She rested her head on the leather settee throwing her arms out on either side of her.
Her legs spread wide, offering me an exemplary view of her sodden cunt and anus.
I got down behind her and almost dived into her, my tongue poking at, and entering her arsehole before plunging once again into her delicious pussy.

I had to check myself again, remembering that in my story it was at this point that I had entered her.
I somewhat grudgingly raised myself up and directed my penis toward her holes, rubbing my deep purple dome between each orifice, teasingly pushing against each one before changing direction.
I pushed just the head of my dick into her cunt and then, using my hand to exert pressure on top of it, rubbed it hard against her clitoris.
Her response was instantaneous.
Her buttocks trembled like a huge white blancmange as she involuntarily spurted out more of her sex cream.
My cock became covered in the glutinous discharge.
I pumped my glans quickly in and out of her before thrusting full force into her.
The trapped air exuding a rush of wind between my cock and her thoroughly lubricated vaginal walls and emanating in a fanfare of sound more associated with a flatulent stomach.
The filthy sound spurred me on into a frenzied bombardment of her sex.
I pounded her, pumped her, grabbed her hair as I shafted her, and spanked her buttocks, reached under her to further excite her clit with my fingers.
She moaned, she trembled, she spurted she farted, she called for her saviour and her creator.
We both puffed and panted.
I screamed.
“Oh God, here it comes baby.”
She blurted out.
“Yes… yes…. Yes…. YESSSSSSS
I spurted out.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.
I spurted inside her.
Her cunt now so creamy and wet I could barely feel any friction against my knob, just that mind numbing, almost indescribable and incomparable sensation of incredible orgasm.
I gradually slowed, I had to, and I didn’t want my cock to fall out of her.
It was happy in her intimate warmth and wetness, it was enjoying itself.
It wanted to be full again, it regretted being male and cursed with incapacity after it had reached its glorious peak. It wanted to go on and on and delight its mate with its incredible prowess.
I was shrinking, I pushed into her as hard as I could.
I leaned back so that my pubic bone pushed hard against her rectum.
My once proud and rampant protuberance had lost its power and was finally defeated by the hot air of a woman and was duly ejected from her by another wet and spunky fart.

“Fuck John, that was incredible!”

My ego inflated slightly
I looked down at her arse and saw my cum leaking slowly and almost graciously from her distended pussy. Even her arsehole glistened with moisture and looked exceedingly inviting.
I couldn’t resist it.
I went down on her.

“Do you think you can cum again John”

I felt my cock.
It was not in its smallest state. In fact it was a little more than semi hard.
I sucked at her slit, savouring the taste of our combined ejaculate, realising that amazingly, I was still turned on and incredibly, beginning to regain an erection.

“Would it help if I sucked you John?”

My cock seemed to jump in my hand and I rubbed it lightly.
I slurped a little more from her cunt and then forced myself up and straddled the sofa offering my only slightly flagging cock to her mouth.
She took it eagerly between her lips.
It was the kiss of life.
Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock and she sucked hard enough to draw any remaining fluid from my balls.
It was a fucking miracle, my cock lived to fight another day.
I started to fuck her face.
I knew she could easily take all of me, and I was determined that she would have all of me.
I extended my thrusts, feeling her throat clamp tightly around my bell end.
She sucked harder at me, bobbing her head up and down my shaft for all she was worth before suddenly pulling her head away and screaming, “FUCK ME”
“Please, fuck me again.”

I quickly knelt behind her as before.
I looked down at her and saw nothing but a wanton slut begging for my attention.
I pushed my knob against her bumhole.
It forced its way inside.
“Oh fuck John, please. Not in there. Please don’t do me in there.”
I withdrew for a few seconds, but seeing her arsehole gaping in front of me, somehow calling to me to use it; I replaced my bell end at the entrance to her rectum.
I pushed harder, watching as my purple dome slipped inside her.
“Oh shit John, PLEASE don’t do it.”
Two more inches of my now steel hard dick forced its way into her.
“Fuck John PLEASE, Oh Fuck John”
I withdrew slightly.
“Oh John, Please”
I pulled out.
“Please John, Please don’t”
Very slowly I eased back into her
She, somehow, seemed looser and more receptive to my advance.
“Please don’t John, please don’t do me there”
I pulled out so that only my cock head was in her then pushed in further.
“Oh fuck John, Oh fuck, please, no, oh fuck”
I withdrew slightly before pushing half of my length into her.
“Oh my God John No”
Three inches of my rod were now pistoning inside her.
“Fuck John No, Oh fuck John no, Oh fuck John, fuck John fuck John Fuck me John”
I increased my stroke.
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck me, yes, oh fuck me please John fuck me, ahhhhhhhhh.”
Three quarters of my length was pumping into her arse.
I could feel a resistance at the end of each stroke that was further accentuated by her ooooooh’s and ahhhhhhhhh’s.
I stopped briefly, slowly pushing my knob into her.
Plumbing the depth of her dirt box.
The resistance gradually waned.
My prick became totally engulfed by her.
My bollocks resting against her labia.
Slowly I increased my pace until my groins were slapping against her flabby bum at the bottom of each stroke.
I was panting like a dog.
She was screaming like a banshee. Forcing herself back against my thrusts.
My testes once again sprang into action pumping my spunk through my urethra and into her back passage. Each spurt forcing me to ram my length deep inside her until finally I collapsed, sweating, onto her back.
She rolled over, my cock plopped out and we landed, sitting beside each other on the floor.
“That’s the first time anyone has done that to me.”
I caressed her hair and lent forward to kiss her.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
“Sorry I made you do it, sorry I took advantage of you.”
She looked down at the puddle of sperm that had formed between her legs, and then looked back at me and smiled,
“John, you have been a naughty boy”


We met at the top of the alley that led to our secret garden.
Roz was there first as usual.
I took her hand as we bid each other good morning and after a brief, tongue wrestling, kiss, we walked down the steps.

“What the fuck has been going on here?”

“Jesus, John, what are we going to do?”

I couldn’t answer her. I just stood and stared, open mouthed, at the scene that lay before us.
The gate was lying on the ground inside the entrance. The branch that had been supporting it had been sawn off, but worst of all, our porta-cabin that we had used at least twice a week for the last 3 months was now a pile of twisted metal, scorched timber, and ashes.
Our early morning boudoir had been destroyed.
As had the erection that had been an integral part of our rendezvous from the moment we first kissed.
I turned to Roz and saw the tears welling up in her eyes.

I remembered the first time we picked our way carefully through the jungle that had at one time probably been the impressive garden of the cliff top house that had long since disappeared under the erosion of time.
How we had avoided the bramble and vines that could so easily ensnare an unsuspecting foot and cause you to crash to the ground.
And how we had arrived at the threshold and peered in to the dank interior.
The mouldy stench of damp rotting carpet and other unrecognizable debris that had been left to decay, that had at first appalled me as it hit my nostrils, but now strangely awakens a vision of lust in my mind.
It had obviously been used initially as an office but judging by the assorted litter strewn over the floor it had seen many other uses.

The cabin was divided into two rooms; the room to the left contained a filthy mattress, that a vagrant or drunkard had seemingly found use for as it was surrounded by numerous empty beer cans and bottles.
The room to the right had two large desks, a slightly marked but still serviceable swivel chair and a couple of moulded plastic ones.
There were quite a few used condoms lying around and a couple of girlie mags and a discarded pair of quite small sized, black lacy panties, that I imagine were left behind after having been used to wipe something after a sexual encounter.
Roz saw them and remarked,
“She must have left in a hurry”
I looked at my watch and thought we had better get a move on too.

With that I took Roz over to the desk by the window.
It was relatively clean but on that first occasion we only used it to place our bags on and for something for Roz to lean on.
I crouched and pulled her jogging bottoms and panties down allowing her to pass one foot out through the legholes and part her legs.
I think Roz’s expectations of our morning encounters must have been similar to mine, as her cunt was as wet as my dick was stiff when I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and tongue tickled her clit.
Whilst imbibing in the ambrosia that was her most intimate offering to me, I undone my trousers.
It was always hard for me to pull my mouth away from her deliciously juicy cunt.
It was always so natural. It was clean but un-perfumed.
All of the flavour and odour was manufactured entirely by Roz.
It was her very own and unique designer fragrance and I loved it.

I ran my palms up her legs, briefly squeezing her buttocks, before going under her top and then her bra to rest on her small tits, my bollocks coming to rest against her shaven mound before bending my legs slightly to allow her to deftly guide me into her.
It was the first time we had fucked face to face and although I had enjoyed so much taking her vaginaly and analy in a doggy fashion, I was totally smitten with the sensuous warmth of our bellies pushing together and our mouths entwined as my penis snuggled in the luxurious wetness of her perfect place.
She clenched my bum cheeks, drawing me into her.

“I love you inside me John.”

I scooped under the weighty flesh of her derriere, jiggling each pudgy orb before pulling them apart to finger her arsehole.

Roz had already inserted one of her fingers into my backside, supplying me with added impetus to push deeper inside her.

“John, I’m sorry, but I’m still a bit sore there.”

I removed my finger.

“Would you like me to kiss it better for you?”

Roz kissed me, then giggled her most alluring and girly giggle that I adored so much.

“Maybe next time. Do you want me to take my finger out?”

“Oh Roz, keep it there, it is working a special kind of magic for me”

With another girly giggle she said,

“It will give you an idea of how it felt for me yesterday”

To this day she remains unaware that I am totally familiar with how anal sex feels for both participants.

I felt the moisture in her cunt increase around my cock as she gyrated her hips, pushing hard against my pubic bone.
Our lips met and she sucked my tongue into her mouth as her orgasm began and then she whispered in my ear.
“Don’t cum inside me John, tell me when you are ready and I will take you in my mouth”

I was almost bunny hopping as I bent, then straightened my legs, hoping that the pressure and action of my ramrod prick would heighten her climax. Knowing that I would very soon have to withdraw as she had requested.
She must have sensed my impending ejaculation.

“Give me your spunk John, feed it to me, I want to eat your cum.”

With immaculate timing I pulled out of her soaking snatch, grabbing her head as she bobbed down and took my shaft in her hand to wank me off, into her mouth.

My first blob landed on her top lip and partially blocked one of her nostrils but the remainder could not miss their target as her lips enveloped my bell end and slid down my pulsing pole, sucking so hard her cheeks squeezed in.

I don’t know how Roz had mastered the art of performing oral sex on a guy, but I am sure that a lot of people could learn from her.
Lightly squeezing my balls as she sucked and sucked at my cock.
Removing the finger that had been vibrating inside my arsehole at just the right moment, and not allowing me to fall from her lips until she had drained me totally, but still lightly stroking my softening member as she opened her mouth to show me its contents, and then swirling her tongue around the jizz before swallowing.
“Fuck Roz, you are bloody marvellous.”

She looked up and winked at me whilst displaying her empty mouth.

“You’re not so fucking bad yourself John”

She grabbed my wrist turning it over to look at my watch.

“If this is the right time we better get going.”

We continued to stare open mouthed at the burnt out cabin.

“We will just have to find a way around this. There must be somewhere else we can use?”

Roz undone my trousers and put her hand inside to feel my sagging knob.

“Yes John, we have certainly got to do something about this.”


Although it was the beginning of September there was still a good amount of heat in the rising sun and a considerable amount of warmth in Roz’s hand as she expertly brought my cock to erection.
I had to stop her for a moment to pick up the fallen gate and place it as best I could between the gate posts, and we found that the tree trunk, whose branch had previously propped it up, made a satisfactorily comfortable place to rest against.
It was not ideal, but it was satisfactory for the matter in hand.
I started to slide my hand inside her waistband but surprisingly she stopped me.

“I’m afraid I won’t be much use to you down there today John, I started my period last night, but I am more than happy to blow you.”

I knew that she would satisfy my desire completely but I felt guilty about not being able to satisfy her.
I closed my eyes as she started to work her magic on me.

After our first meeting in the porta-cabin we had to take a couple of days off for the weekend as we were not at work, but we arranged to meet once more, early on the Monday morning.
I decided over the weekend to take a few things along with me to tidy up our little love-shack so as to make it a bit more comfortable for us.
I had procured a couple of large plastic bags from work and put them, along with an old beach towel, into the bottom of the knapsack that I usually used to carry my lunchbox.
Once again Roz was waiting for me at the top of the steps.
“Good morning Roz, did you have a good weekend?”

Her only answer was to push out her bottom lip and raise her eyebrows.

“I was so looking forward to this morning I didn’t enjoy mine either and I think that’s the first time I ever looked forward to going to work on Monday morning”

A smile spread across her face and I took her hand and led her down the steps.
The gate was already open enough for us to easily get through and I became cautious wondering if the cabin was vacant.
It was always a consideration that a homeless drunk or some such other itinerant person may have taken up residence there.
I quietly pushed the door and crept in.
Thank goodness, it was empty. Although I have a suspicion that it had been used as it didn’t seem to be in the same order of chaos in which we had left it.
I pulled the door wide open and invited Roz to join me.

We put our bags on the desk that we had used for support previously and I received a quizzical look as I opened mine and took out a small clothes brush.

“What’s that for?”

I started to brush the debris from the desk top.

“What?………Did you think I had planned something kinky?

I really didn’t know quite what to make of the look she gave me.
Was it that something kinky would offend her, or was it just like my cock was telling me, that she would be up for some kinkiness?
I pulled out the towel and spread it on the desktop.

“How’s your bottom today?”

“It’s all right now thanks……….Why?”

“I was going to kiss it better for you.”

She hopped up onto the desk to sit on the towel and took off her trainers.
I spread one of the plastic bags on the floor then took off my shoes, trousers and pants, and then helped her remove hers.
I lifted her tee-shirt up and pulled her tits out of her bra then leaned forward to suck on a nipple as my fingers found her juicy twat.

“I thought you were going to kiss my arsehole?”

I released her tit from my mouth, kissed her, and then whispered in her ear.

“Would you like to get up on the desk?”

I grabbed one of the plastic chairs and made myself comfortable as she arranged herself on the desk.
It was perfect; my head was level with her backside.
Her smooth vaginal lips were parted slightly allowing an alluring glimpse into the pale pink wetness inside, and the light brown crinkled ring around her anus stood out in stark contrast to her lily white skin.
I moved in, pushing my nose against her crack, breathing in that musky scent as my tongue lapped at her labia.
The tip of my nose pushed hard into her arsehole as my tongue stretched to reach her clit and was met by her fingers.
I retraced my path and headed upwards toward that tasty little chocolate button to administer my remedial osculation as her fingers frigged her increasingly soppy hole.

“That feels so good John! But I don’t fully understand the pleasure you get from it.”

“Don’t worry about me Roz, I am loving it”

I pushed my tongue as deep as I could inside her beautiful back passage, my rigid shaft started to tingle in the firm grip of my hand.

“Fuck John……………I’m coming!”

The sloshing sound of her fingers fucking her cunt increased and I felt a splash on my chin.
I briefly pulled away from her arse and watched her squirt before returning to catch her juice in my mouth.

“Oh shit John……..No……..Don’t……….Of Fuck………I’m sorry.”

I swallowed the delicious mouthful of gooey liquid.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m so sorry John, but……….um…….sometimes I can’t help it……..I’m sorry……..sometimes I just wet myself when I come.”

“Jesus Roz, it’s lovely, I really enjoyed it.”

“But John………’s not nice……’s……….it’s pee!”

I had to laugh.

“It didn’t taste like pee, it tasted bloody lovely!”

“John…………Fuck me……………Fuck me now please!”

Roz turned around on the desk and lay on her back and I climbed on top of her, my cock sliding easily into her saturated (pee hole).
I drove slowly but fully into her, rubbing my pubic bone hard against her at the bottom of each stroke.
“Nobody has ever done that to me before.”

“Done what?”

“Licked my bumhole”

“Not even your husband?”

“Ha, it’s been ages since he’s done anything, and he wouldn’t do that anyway. He just gets on top of me, wriggles about a bit, shoots his stuff up me and then rolls over and goes to sleep.”

“But Roz, you are so good.”

“Do you want me to do it to you?”

“What, lick my bum?”

“Yeah, I mean, it does feel good, and at least your arse isn’t hairy like my old mans, and you said you liked doing it, so I don’t mind giving it a try………..if ya want?”

My cock was slick with her creamy juice when I pulled out of her and turned around to offer her my arse. She took it in her hand and then licked up and down its length before using my cheeks and thighs to maneuver me into a felicitous position.
I thought that I had long outgrown ticklishness either because of my age or the fact that it had been so long since I was last tickled, but Roz found a spot that made me wriggle and squirm like an infant.
The lapping and fluttering of her tongue between my ball sack and thigh was almost too much to bear.
She stopped briefly, giggled, then started again with enough added ferocity to make me spasm and jump away from her.

“What’s up John………….Ticklish?”

“Fuck Roz, I love it, but I just can’t stand it.”

I lowered myself, to once more endure the blissful agony, and tried to administer a similar treatment to the corresponding part of her anatomy beside her labia, but to no effect.
I felt the pressure of her nose on my anus as I drove my tongue into her soaking slit and she sucked my knackers into her mouth, and then the exquisite delectation as her lips found their goal and her tongue opened my sphincter.
For just a few short seconds I delighted in the ecstacy of her anal incursion but, thinking that she had found it distasteful, she ceased her chore.
To my delight, my doubts were completely unfounded,
“Mmmmmmmmm, John…………that’s not bad at all.”
And she returned to her activity with a reborn ardency that spiralled my enjoyment into previously untapped heights.
To this day I have never delighted in a soixante-neuf of such magnitude.
We enjoyed our oral enterprise for several more minutes until Roz, on the brink of orgasm, pleaded,

“Fuck me John, fuck me now, fuck me from behind I want you deep inside me.”

We fumbled liked abecedarian athletes to assume a position on the floor that was conducive to rear entry, and, with Roz prostrate on the desk I shafted her anxious quim.
Her cunt progressively lost its grasp of my pounding prick as it became increasingly slushy and my sperm blasted into it to create a gelatinous goo that oozed its way out as I pushed in.

The thought of that epic climax in our second porta-cabin encounter was still with me as I looked down at Roz licking her lips after swallowing my cum.


I could not have envisaged the dramatic effect that the devastation of our little cabin would have on our relationship.
Both Roz and I racked our brains trying to think of alternatives.

Explaining to my wife that I suddenly needed to drive to work was out of the question, so a drive to a secluded place and a back seat shag was a non runner, and Roz didn’t hold a drivers licence or have use of the family car.
We did try a shelter in a nearby park but it made for a longer round trip before work and did not guarantee us the degree privacy we required for the more adventurous of our sexploits, although I have to say, we did both achieve orgasm there on the two occasions we visited.

The weather played a major part too, as it was becoming increasingly unreliable.
Our less frequent visits to make use of the tree in our secret garden were sometimes spoiled by a sudden and unexpected downpour, and performing the most basic of sex acts is pretty uninspiring beneath the cover of a golfing umbrella.

Roz also had to have time off work because of a back problem, so we gradually saw less and less of each other.

I wished we could turn the clock back and return to the blissful times that we shared in the porta cabin.
I know it was a filthy little shack but somehow that fact added to the excitement.
It added a naughty aspect; something akin to sneaking out for a ciggy behind the bike sheds at school, and it didn’t matter what we done in there.
One time I needed a pee and so I went into the section that we didn’t use and done it on the floor.
I don’t know if seeing me pissing encouraged Roz’s need, but she immediately followed suit and squatted to relieve herself on the floor next to my puddle, the sight of which, for me, added impetus to the enjoyment of the sex that followed.

Three weeks after the destruction of the cabin we were offered an opportunity that neither of us expected, although in retrospect we both should have held it in our minds as a distinct possibility.

During Tuesday morning coffee break Roz told me of the request she had had from her daughter Kelly to babysit for her on the Friday night.
It was Kelly’s boyfriends birthday, and they planned to celebrate it with a meal and then go on to a club as, due to him working on the offshore oil rigs, and having the baby, they seldom had the chance to enjoy a good night out.
Her husband was on the late shift working from 10pm until 6am, so he, luckily, wouldn’t be able to accompany her.
I don’t think either of us could believe the fortunate turn of events.

I had always harboured doubts about the dream that Roz had recounted to me, assuming she had first told me about it purely and simply as a chat up line.
The old chestnut:
“I had a dream about you last night.”
“Did you?”
“Nah……………….you wouldn’t let me!”
Both parties are then supposed to fall about laughing; something that rarely actually happens.

Either way, it was now of no consequence whatsoever.
Whether it was a waking fantasy, or an astral experience in her sleeping state, didn’t matter in the least.
Roz, it seemed, had predicted the future.

I had no difficulty in finding a plausible excuse, to tell my wife, for the desire to go out on a Friday night, as I would quite often have a night out with the lads.
In that respect we had always had a quite open and trusting relationship and she too would very often have a night out with the girls.

I didn’t have to withold my whistling as I got showered and shaved on that Friday night, as it was one of my annoying habits, before an evening out, that my wife was well accustomed to, but I hoped she wouldn’t notice the absence of after shave and deodorant.
I had also advised Roz not to wear any perfume, as the scent of another person is a dead giveaway to nasally astute or suspicious partners.

Roz had asked me to leave it until 9pm before I arrived and that she would sit in the front room, which looked out onto the street, with the curtains open to await my arrival.
It was all very cloak and dagger stuff.
I left my home at 8pm, allowing sufficient time to have a couple of beers at the pub, on the way.
After all, I was on a night out with the lads, and would be expected to imbibe a few alcoholic drinks.
The pub was a pretty grotty back street affair and I felt like a spare dick at a wedding as I supped my ale. The other patrons were couples or groups of regulars and my strangers face seemed to be attracting a fair degree of attention, but on the plus side, I was not familiar with any of them, so I was undisturbed as I watched the clock lazily tick its way toward nine o’clock.

I called in at the off licence and bought a couple of bottles of wine on the way to Kelly’s.
I rather selfishly chose a red, for me and a chardonnay that seemed to be a popular choice with the ladies then, for Roz.

As I walked slowly to the front door I could see Roz sitting in the front room, with the baby cradled in her arms. I slowed my pace, wondering what to do, but advanced to the front door when I saw her get up with the child still in her arms, and walk out of the room.
The front door opened and she whispered,

“She’s just gone off.”

Quietly I followed Roz inside the hallway and into the dining room.

“I’ll see if I can put her down in her cot”

I put the wine on the dining table.

“There are glasses in the kitchen; make yourself comfortable; I’ll be back down soon.”
With that, Roz took the infant upstairs and I went to the kitchen to search for the wine glasses.

It felt curiously surreal to me.
Being in the home of a person I barely knew and prying into their cupboards, and then, hopefully, having sexual intercourse with their mother.
I didn’t dwell on the thought for long; fearing that it might dampen the buoyancy of my mood. Instead I looked forward to the baby’s undisturbed sleep and the uninterrupted intimacy that I was soon to enjoy with her grandmother.

I found a corkscrew in the kitchen drawer and opened the bottle of red.
I had just popped the cork and poured myself a glass when Roz re-appeared.

“She’s out like a light”

“Red or white?”


She surveyed the bottles.

“Red is fine John, I’ll put the other in the fridge for later”

“You look like you are ready for bed?”

She came back from the kitchen and opened the front of the nightgown, displaying the black suspender belt and stockings she was wearing underneath and I stepped forward to hug her.
To my utter dismay and astonishment she allowed me only the briefest kiss, and feel of her buttocks, before she pushed me away.

“Give me a sec to draw the curtains and then bring the wine through.”

I took my jacket and shoes off in the dining room before obeying her instructions.

She was lying on the sofa illuminated only by the glow from the barely audible T.V. set.
Her nightgown beneath her but her arms no longer in the sleeves.
She had raised one leg up onto the back of the sofa, hooking her heel over the top and allowing me an unobstructed view of smooth shaven sex.
She was teasing me.
I hurried to free myself of my clothes as she nipped her cunt lips between her fingers and thumbs and pulled them open.
I stumbled out of my underpants as she pushed two fingers into the pale pink wetness of her open twat and frigged herself.
I could hear the sloshing of fingers in her fanny as my vision was disturbed by my sweatshirt as I pulled it over my head.
I sat, facing her, on the arm of the settee, my cock in hand, gently stroking it.
We watched each other masturbate, sometimes mimicking each other as a finger strayed to probe at our arses.
I could not grip my shaft as hard as I would have liked for fear of sending me into premature ejaculation but I was happy to see Roz close her eyes, gyrate her hips and tweak her nipple as she succumbed to an early orgasm.
I could resist no longer and lurched forward to put my lips on hers and taste her divine juice.
She was so wet.
Roz was always wet. Her ability to produce that magnificently sexual liquid was second to none; but on that night she excelled herself.

My hands enjoyed the sensual feel of her stocking clad legs before fondling the soft white fleshiness of her inner thighs as I drank from her.
My thirst was insatiable as I lapped at her, even though her capability to supply the joyous liquor seemed to have no bounds.
I slid my hands around beneath her fleshy bum cheeks and at my touch she raised herself up.
I pushed my face into her cunt.
I was soaked from the bridge of my nose to my chin as I bathed in her clamminess.
My nose excited her clitoris as it pushed into her and my tongue found the chocolate rosebud of her back passage.
I stiffened my tongue, defeating the resistance of her tight ring as I entered it.
Her fingers slid beside my nose and I moved and allowed her to rub herself as I pushed my tongue deeper into her pooper.
My cock rubbed against the sheer nylon covering on her leg as she sprayed;
I replaced my tongue with a finger and opened my lips to accept it.
Her knuckles banged at my nose as she brought herself off into my eager mouth.
I continued to suck it in, even after her hand had left her quim and gently removed my finger from her butt.
I raised my head, then licked, firstly her smooth pubic mound, and then up and over her belly, between her tits, to her neck and finally her lips, as I slid on top of her.

My prick drifted easily between the folds of her labia; like a guided missile finding its target.
I started to fuck her, but she clenched my buttocks and drew me to a halt deep inside her.

“Lay still for a moment my sweet, tonight we don’t need to hurry.”

She kissed me, sucking at my tongue then giggled.

“It’s like licking my own cunt.”

I had to smile at the matter of fact way she described the situation.

“Mmmmmmm, lovely isn’t it?”

We lay quite still for some time asking each other what we would like to do next; trying to discover if either of us had some hidden fantasy or fetish that we had not as yet discovered.

“Where would you like to cum first?”

At that moment I would have liked to have started fucking her and shot my load into her womb, but Roz suggested that my first offering would likely be the biggest and she would be happy to receive it in her mouth as she liked the taste of it.

“How many times do you think you will be able to cum, I mean well, we have got about four hours and you have done two in less than an hour.”

I guffawed.

“Roz, I hope your calculations have not brought you to the conclusion that I will be able to manage eight times?”

Her belly laugh was perhaps not as raucous as mine had been but it was more than her usual childlike giggle.

“If we are lucky I may be able to regain an erection a few times but the prolificacy of my ejections will be severely diminished.”

“Hmmmm, I think we should suck it and see.”

I backed my tensile penis out from the warmth of her snatch and we both sat beside each other and reached for the drinks I had placed on the coffee table in front of us.

“A couple of these and I’ll be anybody’s”

“I better go and fetch the bottle then.”

She nodded her approval and I got up to go to the dining room.
When I returned with the wine she was kneeling on the floor in front of the sofa.
I passed her the bottle, which she immediately took a rather large swig from before looking up at me.

“I get really horny when I’m pissed.”

I took the bottle from her and leaned over to replenish our glasses, leaving her with a dilemma.
My cock was right in front of her face and she didn’t know whether to start sucking it or have more wine.
Her compromise was to give my knob a wet kiss and a swirl of her tongue and then turn to pick up her nightgown and spread it on the wooden floor beneath us, before draining her glass as I drained mine.
She had retained some of the Beaujolais in her mouth before she took my cock between her lips, and I was delighted by the sensation and the sound of her slurping as she sucked up and down my shaft.
Roz was obviously enjoying it too as she took a second mouthful of wine after having swallowed all but the few drops that escaped her lips and trickled over my balls.

To me, for some strange reason, it seemed extremely rude, but highly erotic.
Maybe it stemmed from recollections of admonishments I had received as a young boy for slurping my tea, but it did sound naughty.
So naughty in fact that, as soon as she had slurped her second mouthful and taken my prick in her throat I gave her the gob full of my seminal cream that she had requested.

I really hate to say it, because it is such a clichéd remark, but she sucked me dry.
My cock was as clean as it’s ever been when it eventually plopped out of her mouth.
I looked down at Roz.
She licked her lips, then her tongue disappeared inside her mouth and she swallowed.
She opened her mouth and I could see her tongue probing every part of her gums and teeth before she smacked her lips shut, and swallowed again.
I sat down.
Roz turned to give one more, enthusiastic, suck to my now flagging penis, and then joined me on the settee.

We both reached for the wine bottle.
Roz beat me to it, pouring herself a glassful before refilling mine
She downed her glass.

“I really lubbed dat, yur lil winky………………….”
She twirled her finger around my now flaccid member, and then, fiercely, grabbed hold of it, in a desperate effort to wank me.
“Wassamatta?………. no more spunky wunky for me?

I was a little concerned for her obvious state of inebriation, but also quite excited, remembering her declaration that she got horny when she was pissed;
But it was only seconds after I had shot my lot and no matter how hard I tried, my lil winky was not going to respond.
She snuggled against me as I wrapped my arm around her and kissed her.

“I really need the loo Roz!”

“Lil winky wanna go pee pee?”


She bent down and took the whole of my soft prick into her mouth.

I had a wicked thought, I wanted to, but I didn’t.

“Roz……………. I really must go to the loo!”

“Itsh fru the kitshun……….oi’l show ya”

With that, I steadied her, as we both got up to go to the loo.
We made it through the dining room and into the kitchen; Roz holding my hand and guiding me precariously, as she swayed in front of me.
We reached our destination with little ado, other than her stubbing her toe on the corner of the washing machine.

“Ouch…..shit………..oh fuck..”

I later discovered that Roz’s flirtations with alcohol were very seldom, she was virtually tee-total.

She sat on the toilet.

“Roz, I am fucking bursting!”

“Do it with me!”


She sat back on the toilet and pointed between her legs.

“You can aim your lil winky in there”

I moved forward, at first trying to kneel in front of her, but it didn’t work.
Then I straddled her legs, half sitting on top of her thighs and pushed my “lil winky” which was then, not quite so “Lil” down between her legs.

We went together.

The top of my cock was resting against her slit as we both started.
The release from my full bladder, which was fuelled by the couple of pints I had enjoyed earlier, had quite a dramatic effect on me, and as I peed, I got gradually harder.
My cock was pushing quite firmly against her crack as I squeezed out the last drops.
Her flow was neither lengthy nor plenteous, but it was hot enough to add encouragement to my slowly swelling dick as it squirted over me.

We sat for a few moments kissing.
My dick was still too soft to fuck and hung beside her wet cunt; I was using my muscles to make it twitch, something that Roz seemed to enjoy.
After a little while I felt Roz’s fingers curl around my shaft and stroke it.
She didn’t complain about it still being wet with her piss.

“We better go back to the living room; the baby monitor is in there.”

“You don’t sound quite so pissed now”

She gave me a cheeky smile and a wink.

“Nah, that’s how it affects me, it goes straight to my head, then after a while, I just buzz nicely along.”

She flushed the toilet and followed me out of the bathroom, but went upstairs to check on the babe before joining me on the sofa.
I was lying on my back trying to stroke life into my recovering cock when Roz came in, carrying a bottle of baby oil, and knelt beside me.

“Do you think you are stiff enough to do me up the bum now?”

I wasn’t quite ready when she asked, but when she moved my hand and took me between her lips I felt I could probably manage it.

“Do you think we will need the baby oil?”

“I know we haven’t used it in the past but I do get a bit sore, and it might help.”

“I’d rather try without first if it’s ok with you; baby oil doesn’t taste that great.”

“Are you thinking of me sucking you afterwards or are you planning on licking my arse after you’ve fucked it?”

“A little bit of both I suppose”

“In that case you better get down there and make it slippery as best you can”

She took my cock fully in her mouth and then slowly raised her head leaving a trail of her spittle glistening on my shaft before allowing me to get up and kneel behind her.
I loved to have Roz in this position.
She pulled her cheeks apart and pushed her bum out at me with her legs stretched wide apart; the belt and straps of her suspenders and the black stocking tops framing her meaty backside to perfection.
I wet my middle finger in my mouth and then teased her ring with it.
It slipped inside fairly easily, making Roz softly moan and remove one hand to finger her cunt.
I circled it inside her, slowly widening the hole, before taking it out and replacing it with my wet tongue, pushing my spit as far as I could into her back passage;
Alternating between finger and tongue until her arse was distended enough to accept two fingers.
Then, in a sudden flash of inspiration, it occurred to me.
I turned to pick up the wine bottle from the coffee table; there was still about half a glassful in it.
I pushed the neck of the bottle against her hole.

“What the fuck is that?” she said as she felt the comparatively cold glass touch her.

“Thought you might enjoy some more wine.”

I tipped the bottle, pushed it further into her and watched the Beaujolais being slowly
absorbed, losing surprisingly little when I pulled it out, empty.
She was ready for my dick and my dick was ready for her.
We did lose a little more wine as it was displaced by the intrusion of my prick, but it worked so well as a lubricant, and added an odd, but enjoyable, kinkiness as the red liquor squeezed out and dribbled on my balls.

Roz was a newcomer to anal sex, having experienced it for the first time on only our second meeting, but she had quickly grown to relish it with passionate abandon, and I was quickly inside her up to the hilt at the bottom of every, ever quickening, stroke.

I pulled out periodically to admire the gape that I was creating; enjoying the dirty sound, normally produced before staining ones pants, that escaped between my cock and her flaps as I drove back in.
I was rapidly approaching ejaculation when the phone rang.
Fortunately, it was on the side table by the arm of the sofa and Roz was able to reach it easily.

“Hello………………….yes, fine, she’s sound asleep……………………..went off about nine ish………………………….glad you had a good meal………………………yeah that’s ok, just enjoy yourselves…….ahhh………be as late as you like, after all, I am stopping the night……..ughhhhh………… I’m ok…watching telly……ooooohhhff…………yes sure, I’m fine…………… you have a good time………uhhhhh………, I’m ok honest……ah.…just got cramp in my foot……..yowwww………….see you when you get back……………bye……….love you too”

Roz hung up the phone.

“Fuck John, you bastard, that was fucking naughty.”

I couldn’t resist humping into her as she spoke to her daughter on the phone.

“Sorry Roz, I couldn’t help myself, I’m almost coming.”

“Kelly must have wondered what the fuck was wrong with me.”

We both laughed as I pounded her with renewed vigour and pumped my load into her bowels.
I stayed inside her as long as I could as the last drops of sperm left me, and my cock became smaller, but finally withdrew and collapsed on the sofa.
I lay back and watched as Roz played with my now soft penis.

“Ah………poor little thing.”

Roz had, in the past, declared her fascination with the ability of the male member to expand and contract and had ofttimes encouraged its transformation to both attitudes.
As she lent forward to take it into her mouth I wondered if, for the moment, she was pursuing a lost cause.

“Mmmmm………Never had wine flavoured dick before.”

“I hope you enjoy it”

She sucked harder and slurped on it in an effort to demonstrate her appreciation.
It took quite a while before I showed any kind of response, but eventually my thoughts turned to her delicious bottom, and the pleasure I could give her, and the satisfaction it would give me, if she were to position it above my face; and I felt a twinge of excitement in my genitals.

“If you get on top of me Roz, I can return the favour you are doing me.”

“You want some wine flavoured bumhole?”

“Must be preferable to baby oil flavour”

She climbed onto the settee and readied herself for the assault of my tongue.
I have to admit that the wine did add a certain piquancy to the taste, and combined with my cum and Roz’s native tang, I found it quite a delightful culinary recipe and I attacked it with relish.
Whether it was the fact that she had remained relatively still since I finished fucking her, or that she had just changed her posture, I do not know, but something had evoked a movement inside her that delivered a large portion of the mixture into my mouth accompanied by the lightest breath of wind.


I swallowed the glob

“Sorry for what?”

“It wasn’t a real one”

“What do you mean a real one?”


If I had not already removed my socks I am sure I would have laughed them off.

I didn’t think for one second that she had purposefully blown off in my face, and given some of the reactions and sounds that we had induced during our intercourse; I could be called foolish for not thinking that this eventuality would, almost certainly, take place.
I gently slapped both her bum cheeks with my hands before kissing her dirty little hole, and then turned my attention to her cunt.

We spent many happy moments in our oral explorations before changing position to kiss; my hardening cock pushed against her pubic mound; our hands clasping each others buttocks.

I got her to roll over onto her back and then knelt between her legs stroking my cock to full rigidity.
I grabbed her ankles and lifted them up until her thighs were resting on her tits.
Her cunt and her arsehole were both wet and open and oh so inviting.
My prick stiffened at the sight and I took it in hand and rubbed the bell end against her clit before plunging hard into her.
I lifted myself up as I shagged her; trying to exert as much pressure as possible on her clit.

“Fuck me hard Jon”

I felt uncharacteristically dominant with her pinned beneath me and put all my effort into granting her request.

“I’m gonna shag your fucking arse off, you dirty fucking whore.”

I wondered if I was taking it a little too far, but was relieved when Roz laughed.

“Mmmmmm oh yesss, do me, do me mister, do your dirty little slut.”

I was pretty surprised by her response and assumed that she had picked up the dialogue from watching the porn movies video that I had lent to her, but was pleased that she was enjoying the role-play.
Roz grabbed my bum and pulled me hard into her and then stuck a finger in my arse.
She had an uncanny knack of picking exactly the right time to massage my prostate.

“Oh you fucking slutty little cunt.”
I felt her hole open and become even wetter and I was beginning to pant as I pounded into her as hard as I could.
If I had not already come twice before she would have had my spunk in her already, but this, coupled with the extraordinary looseness of her fannies grip on my shaft allowed me to continue pumping into her.

She wrapped her legs around my mid-drift, bringing me to a halt deep inside her;
her whole body shuddering as she ground herself against me.
Her tongue probed my mouth as she orgasmed, and then she nibbled at my ear lobe and whispered.

“I want to suck your lovely big juicy cock now. Fuck my slutty throat with it.”

I climbed off her and sat; she knelt on the floor in front of me and took me in her mouth.
I shuffled forward to the edge of the sofa so that I could finger her sodden twat while she took me in her throat.
Roz slurped at me; sounding like sucking the last of a milkshake through a straw.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair as she bobbed up and down on me.

“I want my fucking prick up your fucking cunt, bitch, get on your fucking knees.”

She was, of course, already on her knees, but she got the message and released my cock from her lips and allowed me to get behind her.
I couldn’t resist the temptation to tongue her arse and suck some juice from her cunt before I started shagging her again.

To this day, whenever I think of Roz, I picture her on all fours, my cock sliding into her cunt, and that beautiful chocolate button arsehole surrounded by her lovely big white fleshy bum.

She fingered her clit as I shafted her; I could feel that it wouldn’t be long before my third load would be spurting into her.
We heard the baby on the monitor.
I tried to ignore it, thinking only of the chubby whore’s cunt that was wrapped around my prick and how I was going to abuse it.
I fucked her harder and harder.
Her slushy cunt discharging both trapped air and juice.
The baby screamed.
Roz screamed as she came;
And I almost screamed too as I ejaculated.

The baby fell silent for a few short moments whilst we luxuriated in the pleasure of our mutual orgasm, and then began to cry.

I slipped on my underpants as Roz put on her gown, and asked if I could have a quick shower while she went up to attend to the baby.

I got the other bottle of wine from the refrigerator before rejoining her in the living room.
We sat and chatted drinking the wine as Roz bottle fed the babe but we both knew that it was the sexual end of the night for us, and as the time was rapidly approaching 1am I dressed and took my leave.
We did enjoy a very passionate kiss before I opened the door to go, but at the time I didn’t realize it was to be our last.

On the Monday morning, at work, I discovered that Roz had taken sick leave with her back problem, and a couple of weeks later, found that she had resigned.
We had no way of contacting each other outside of work and it was several weeks later when I chanced upon her in town.
She had the baby with her and, for reasons known only to her; we didn’t talk about any possible future encounters.

Since then I have changed jobs and moved to another town, but I still have very fond memories of all the times we spent together, but the only way I get to be with her now, is,
In my dreams.

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