Real World in Fashion.

Sarah

Sarah The greatest thing about my lover, Joe, is his cock. I just love it. It's so fat and hard and muscular, I love holding it, I love stroking it, I love kissing it, I love sucking it, I love feeling it between my tits, I love feeling it filling my arsehole, I love feeling it filling my pussy. I'm 26, with long straight brown hair, and brown eyes. People have always called me pretty, and I'm in fairly good shape thanks to horse-riding. I'm 5'4" and weigh 8½ stone. So I'm lying on my bed with Joe one sunny Saturday afternoon relaxing with a joint after a nice fuck (me on top) when the phone rings. I screen the call, and when I hear it is my husband, who's in Birmingham on a business trip, I say to Joe, "Let's have us some fun with the idiot. Don't you dare make a sound." Joe nods, smiling, and I pick up the phone. "Hello, darling, I heard it's you. How's it going?" We make some idle chatter then, smiling at Joe, I say, "You know what, Robin, I'm feeling a little horny." This is the first true thing I've said since the start of the call. "Let's have us some naughty fun. I've always liked the idea of talking dirty on the phone, and this is the perfect opportunity. I think this will work better if you get your willy out, though. Are you somewhere where you can do that? Oh, good. Well, let's imagine that we're lying on our bed, we're both naked, and you've got your hand on the inside of my thigh. I'm opening my legs a little and rubbing my titties." I take Joe's hand with my free hand, put it on the inside of my thigh, nod encouragement, and start rubbing my tits. "I hope you're stroking your willy, Robin. I reach across and take it in my hand. Oh, my! He seems bigger than usual." I am, of course, referring to Joe's cock, which is very rapidly getting fat and hard and muscular again. "My nipples are getting all excited. You kiss and suck on one of them." Joe obliges. "Your willy is getting very hard, now! I can't wait to feel it in my vagina. I'm pulling your hand up towards there." I lie on my back and pull Joe's hand up toward my sex. He deftly opens me up and quickly teases out my clit. I gasp as he starts circling on it with his faintest fingertip just the way he knows drives me crazy. "Ooh, that's it, I love it when you tickle my clit, you naughty boy." Knowing my husband is listening to me have sex with the best lay I've ever had in my life is an incredible turn-on, as if any were needed. I squeeze my legs around his hand and say "Oh, my clit feels so good. My vagina is getting really wet." I realize from Robin's sudden anguished grunt that even when he's wanking, he climaxes much too quickly. "Oh, Robin, you didn't cum already did you? That's too bad, darling. Why don't you stay on the phone and listen to me get off? I bet it won't take me long, now." I know I'm on the edge of a quite memorable orgasm. I look at Joe and say, "I want your cock. I'm opening my legs wide now just for you." I spread my legs until both feet are over the sides of the bed and hold my pussy lips apart. Joe positions his sweet, fat, muscular dick at the gate to my honey box. "Yes, that's it, give it to me now!" As he thrusts in hard, I explode. Starting deep inside my centre, uncontrollable waves of thrill flood through my body, going from the tips of my toes to the top of my head and back again and back again. It feels almost as though they'll never stop. My cunt feels like it's absolutely gushing juice. I'm seeing a golden glow of stars all around me. It's hard to hold onto the phone, the rush is so intense, and I'm moaning so loudly that Robin asks if I'm OK. "Oh, yes, darling, I'm just fine," I manage to say between the surges of my cumming. "More than fine. I'm still enjoying the sensations. What fun!" This is because Joe, meanwhile, is still pumping away in my pussy with his glorious fat and hard and muscular cock. By now it's getting as big and as stiff as it does when he's on the verge, so I can tell he's about to shoot. "Did you enjoy that, Robin?" I ask, innocently. Joe twitches and shudders as his jism spurts up inside me. How he manages to cum so silently is a minor miracle, as he's usually pretty noisy. "We'll have to do this again, soon, darling. Maybe next time you go away." Joe is in the middle of a big orgasm here, even though he had one about half an hour previously. I can feel his hot cum hitting the inside of my cunt, as his pelvis slams into me so I get every last drop. I'm all sweetness and light on the phone with my husband, all the while pushing my hips forward to meet Joe's, until he flops down on top of me, spent, smiling fit to burst. "OK, then Robin, safe trip home, and I'll see you tonight at about 11. Thanks for playing along with my fantasy. Bye!" The moment I hang up the phone Joe lets out a mighty roar and says, "Man, that was wonderful! How can you just chatter away to him like that when I'm fucking your brains out? You're incredible, Sarah!" And we burst out laughing gleefully, giddy with the naughtiness of what we just did and with the incredible intensity of our sex.