Grabbing My Big Tits

Grabbing my tits, he squeezed and kneaded them quite roughly as I sucked the sperm from his dick with my cunt. Not caring that his jizz would be leaking out all night, dribbling into my knickers and soaking them, I encouraged him to empty his balls and fill me up.

I finally took the plunge last year and bought a new house. Being single it was tough on the wallet to get a foothold on the housing ladder, but after years of living at home - too many years in fact, after all, there's only so many times you can wake up in the morning after a night on the piss to be quizzed by your parents as to what you got up to the night before - it was definitely time to make the move.

Luckily my parents helped me out with the deposit and also offloaded lots of their unwanted furniture on me. In a matter of a few weeks I was pretty much settled in my surroundings. The house was only a small two bedroom starter home, but it was mine; I was finally free to do what I wanted and to come and go as I pleased. Inevitably the first few weeks my new home seemed to be the only venue in town for my mates. But after one spilt drink too many I called time on that and made it clear that my new place wasn't about to be turned into the local piss-up parlour.

Gradually they got the message that the parties were over and we got back in the habit of drinking at our old haunts rather than cramming into my place. Trouble was, the housing estate I'd moved into wasn't fully finished; the cul-de-sac where I was only had three houses fully built so the chances of meeting new neighbours, for the time being anyway, were rather slim. Or so I thought.

One morning I was out in the garden putting up my new shed when I heard someone shouting from the passageway.

'Hi, I'm Helen, I've just moved in next door. I thought I'd come and say hello.'
I turned to face her and eyed Helen up and down. She was a lot older than me, probably in her mid-thirties, but had a very good figure for her age. She was dressed in a tracksuit and had a flushed face, presumably from a trip to the nearby gym.

'Nice to meet you, I'm John.' I replied.
We chatted for a while about the houses, the area and all the usual inoffensive small talk that neighbours make when I asked Helen if she was living on her own. I didn't mean it as a prying question, but Helen certainly seemed to take it that way.

'Wouldn't you like to know!' she laughed, Tell you what; if you're not doing anything tonight you can come over to mine tonight for dinner. Bring some wine; three bottles should do the trick.'
She was chuckling to herself as I watched her cross the street and go into her house that was identical to mine.

I hadn't been with a girl for a good few months and I'm by no means the most sexually experienced guy around, but this was as clear as a come-on as I'd ever heard. After stocking up some half-decent wine from the off-licence I spent the rest of the time dreaming about Helen, what she looked like naked and whether or not I'd get to explore her body.

Freshly showered and tarted up, on the dot of seven I was rattling on Helen's door. She looked stunning. Obviously as excited as I was about our 'date' she looked immaculate and supremely sexy in a short black skirt and a silky red top. Her sense of style wasn't just confined to her dress; a quick tour of her house revealed proper colour schemes and tasteful artwork in every room.

I opened a bottle of red and Helen was soon telling me that she'd just got out of a long-term relationship and was trying to enjoy being single again. As I told her that I doubted she'd be single for long I felt her stocking-clad foot slide up against my leg. I tingled all over as I returned the favour. 'Well, we could sit here all night making small talk and playing footsy, or you could take me upstairs and get to know me better.'

Before I could respond Helen had stood up and was heading upstairs. I instantly followed, not bothering to try and hide the bulge in my trousers.

We fell on the bed and kissed passionately. Our tongues clashed as I slid a hand up Helen's skirt and pressed against her silky knickers. I could feel her warmth and wetness through the thin material.

Take them off,' she urged breathlessly. I quickly unzipped her skirt and then pulled off her panties. Kneeling in front of her I eased Helen's legs apart and licked at her wetness, probing her slit with my tongue and fingers.

As I tasted her excitement Helen tugged off the rest of her clothes to reveal a freckly chest and pale boobs. She was twisting and pulling on her nipples as I steered my hard six inches between her puffy lips and all the way inside. The quicker I pumped my cock back and forth the louder she groaned and the louder the bed rocked and squeaked. Helen rubbed at her clit to make herself come and the feeling of her eager fingers rubbing against my cock sent me into orbit. My head dick into Emma. She groaned as I pumped away. Stacey pulled the chair closer to the bed for a better look which in turn gave me an amazing view of her gorgeous pussy. It was too much for me. With a final lurch forward I shot my spunk deep inside Emma. As I pulled out of her I watched Stacey bring herself off with a furious finger session. Sadly Stacey kept to her word of not joining in, but she came back to our room every night for a ringside seat!

After reading law as a mature student I met the others when we were studying for our solicitor's finals at college. We could easily have lost touch when we then joined firms scattered about London but for some reason we remained close. And then, five years ago, we became fully qualified legal eagles and have never looked back.

The frequent invitations to Philip's parents' house poses very difficult problems for me as, unbeknownst to the others, I've been having an affair with his father, Gerald, for the past two years. You can imagine my horror when Siobhan introduced me to Philip and I put two and two together. Gerald didn't think it was a problem, however, provided, of course, that we kept schtum about us. And who would believe it, anyway. It's the type of coincidence you find in bad novels, not real life. In fact if you did read about it you'd say, yeah, as if. But trust me, it's true, and it doesn't make me feel proud of myself when we're invited to his wife's home for a jolly, but if I refused to go the others would wonder why. I'm amazed really that I've managed to keep it a secret from them for so long.

On every other occasion I've accompanied the others to Yorkshire Gerald and I have been so aloof with each other that wonder if we actually dislike each other. Obviously nothing could be farther from the truth but we have to be very careful as the house and estate actually belong to Samantha, Philip's mother. The evening we arrived in the fog, however, Gerald broke all our rules and barged into my room as I was getting dressed for pre-dinner drinks. Cock as stiff as a pole before he'd even touched me, he threw me onto the bed, ripped my knickers off and stuck his dick right up me. No foreplay, no tender words, not even any attempt at making sure I was wet enough for him. To say I was shocked would be an understatement.

I was feeling randy, however, and didn't miss the foreplay as much as I made out later. But there was no satisfying Gerald that night. He fucked me in the missionary position for a while then, needing something else, he twisted off me, lay on his back and pulled me on top, demanding that I fuck him hard. Even that wasn't good enough for him. Within minutes of me bouncing up and down on his cock, he was pulling out of me and getting me on all fours. Entering me from behind this time, he really gave it to me, hammering away at my cunt like a madman. He was grunting so loudly that I was terrified someone would hear.

While Gerald pounded my cunt I slipped my hand between my legs and fingered my clit, really enjoying how much he wanted me. It had only been a week or so since we'd met in the city but he was obviously desperate for me and it was such a turn-on that I was very close to coming very quickly. I was right on the verge of relief when he suddenly rasped, 'Would you mind if I fucked your arse, darling?' Well, I couldn't wait.

Gerald eased his greasy pole from my cunt and nudged it against my rectum, forcing it past my tight anal ring until it was sliding easily into my bowels. Finally he seemed satisfied, relaxing enough to take pleasure in the fact that his dick was in my dirty hole. His grunts became louder, his fingers were digging into my buttocks, and I just knew he wasn't going to last long. Sure enough, he'd only been in my arsehole a few minutes when he suddenly went very still. Knowing this was a precursor to him filling me with spunk, I held my breath. Instead of letting me have it all in my bowels, however, he quickly pulled out and emptied his balls all over my bottom. Thankfully, quite a bit of the lovely stuff spattered on my pussy and I was able to massage it over my labia and masturbate with the sticky mess.

As we lay post-coital on the bed, each of us trying to get our breathing under control, Gerald confessed what had turned him on so much. Obviously, I wasn't best pleased that it had been the sight of Siobhan shagging Philip that had got him going so much, but I know what guys are like and I love having his dick in me enough to see the benefits, which is why I encouraged him to tell me all about his encounter with his son's girlfriend, getting him going once more.