Part One

The first time I saw Alison, was on her and my first day at a new school. We had both recently become qualified teachers, her from Roehampton and me from Brunel.

As a mature student, I had pretty much taken going to Uni in my stride, having spent many years living life, getting married, then divorced, getting married again, and trying to figure out what to do with my life to keep me from being bored rigid.

So here I was at thirty-six, starting a new career in teaching at a primary school on the outskirts of London. Me? I’m Denny (pleased to meet you). I’m not a bad-looking chap, really. Small in stature at about 5’8", a slim to medium build, shortish hair, and a ready smile that I find very easy to use. I’m quite easygoing and like to joke around, using silly voices and witty comments when the opportunity arises. To be honest, not a lot in life gets me down, so I like to laugh and enjoy the things around me.

When I attended the first day of school, a ‘training day’, where new staff meets the old, and we’re all shown where we’ll be teaching, and what to expect of the terms ahead, it was Alison that caused the libido bomb go off in my head.

Taller than me by an inch or two, she was simply beautiful. A mere youngster compared to me, at about twenty-three or twenty-four, she had legs that were a mile long. She was wearing a short blue skirt with stacked heels that put her up to about six feet tall. A slim frame with a curvy bum, that seemed perfect. Her waist was pinched, nicely, and she had broad, swimmer's shoulders. But what smacked me in the face (but not literally, sadly) were her wonderous breasts.

I’ve always been a boob man, and hers were easily a 34D or even double-D. And then, just to show that life can indeed, sometimes, serve you fruit without lemons, she also had a beautiful, smiling face. Rounded features with a pert little nose that had a smattering of freckles on it. They spread almost invisibly over her cheeks and forehead. Clear blue eyes with just a little make-up. Full, sensuous lips that she had coated with a muted dark pink lipstick and a mane of flowing dark-blonde hair that fell to just above her shoulder blades. She really was an absolute stunner.

I spent a lot of that first day doing my best to catch glimpses of her as we all went about the day, and when we eventually got to chatting, it turns out she’s also fun, with a sexy-as-hell Canadian accent.

That first year in school as an NQT (newly qualified teacher), was spent learning the job on the hoof, living with the stresses it entails, and having to go on a one-Wednesday-afternoon-a-week course for NQTs. That’s where you’re bored rigid by other experienced teachers, droning on about the best way to do this, or how not to get too stressed by that, or whatever. In all, there were about twenty of us, and we mostly used the time as a legitimate afternoon away from the feral children in our classes. But the real joy for me was that I got to spend an afternoon a week with Alison.

Ali and I became much closer during those afternoons, and with me being a bit of a joker, and finding it easy to get her to laugh, we soon became comfortable in each other's company. We spent most of those sessions ridiculing other NQTs, laughing, and enjoying our time out of school.

It was on the tube-train ride heading back home, one Wednesday, that our chatting got round to discussing our ‘other halves.’ I told her about my first failed marriage and my current lady, Amanda, at home. She told me about a few boyfriends and then let on that she had been seeing Richard, one of the other teachers in the school, on a casual on/off basis.

“Really?” I said, looking over at her beside me on the seat.

“Are you jealous?” She asked, smiling at me and trying to gauge my reaction.

“Of course I’m jealous…” I said. But then, after just the shortest of pauses, I added, “…I wanted him first.”

That made her howl with that gorgeous laugh of hers, and eventually, the conversation wound on to other topics. But it got me wondering. It was the way she’d looked over at me when she asked me if I was jealous. Was she flirting with me? Was she seeing me as more than a colleague? I was more than ten years older than her, and she was gorgeous. What could she possibly see in me? Even so, I told myself that from then on, I would look out for her giving me any kind of come-on or flirting.

It was just a week later, again on the ride home, that she brought up Richard again.

“I’m not so sure about him, really,” she said as we sat, side by side, in an almost empty carriage.

“Why, what’s the problem?” I asked with a grin, “Has he begun taking out his glass eye before going to bed, or maybe he farts if you squeeze him too tightly?”

She laughed and said, “No, he’s just a sloppy kisser.”

“Sloppy, how?” I asked seriously. But my heartbeat had risen to double its usual rate.

“He just… sort of… always has wet lips!” she replied. “It’s not very nice always knowing he’s, kind of, slobbering on me.”

I couldn’t resist the opportunity, so I grabbed it while it was there… “I know what you mean,” I said. I reached over and turned her chin towards me. “Kisses should be like this…” And I leaned forward and gently put my lips against hers.

Almost immediately, her lips parted slightly, and I knew I wasn’t, going to get slapped for my audacity. The gentle lips-on-lips became a little more insistent, our lips touching and parting and touching again. I pushed my mouth a little harder onto hers, and her tongue slipped into my mouth, and it seemed in no time at all, we were full-on snogging each other's faces off right there on the train. It was heavenly. I hadn’t felt that much passion in a long time, and all thoughts of my wife were blown away by my hands holding one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen in real life, forcing her tongue down my throat.

When we eventually parted, our breathing was much faster and shallower. She said, “Wow!” And I couldn’t have agreed more.

When we got off the tube and collected my car, we drove the short distance to drop her off at her flat. I pulled up close to her place to let her out, but after she undid her seatbelt, instead of getting out, she said, “Show me how to kiss properly again!” I quickly flicked off my belt, put my arm around her, and, once again, gently pulled her face to mine.

With our lips locked, I felt her face and hair with my free hand, as the other held her shoulder tightly. She moaned into my mouth as we used our tongues on each other. My bravery emboldened me, I let my hand follow the curve of her neck, then over her shoulder, and I slowly lowered it to cup one of her magnificent tits. She moaned again as I felt the curve of her breast. And as I squeezed a little more urgently, I felt the huge point of her nipple through the blouse and bra she wore. Oh my god, it was like a bullet against my palm as I fondled her and caressed first one breast, then the other.

“Oh God, this is so fucking hot!” She said when we came up for air.

“Jesus, your tits are fantastic!” I said as I looked down to see her beautiful tit flesh being moulded and pawed by my eager fingers.”

“I love having them played with,” she said, smiling at me with those stunning blue eyes. “Richard loves playing with them too!” Her eyes took on a challenging sparkle. Was she trying to wind me up here?

“Well, if Richard were here, I’d show him how to NOT slobber on a fine pair of tits when you get the chance.” I kissed her again. This time, I used my fingers to find and pinch her nipple through her bra and, by-now rucked-up blouse. She gave a little squeak into my mouth as I tweaked her nipple, but she didn’t pull away.

I quickly realised that if I didn’t stop this pretty quickly, I’d be reaching under her skirt, or she’d be reaching into my trousers, and great though that might have been, we were still only parked by the side of the road in broad daylight, and nothing good for our careers would come of it.

Reluctantly, I pulled away. “Fucking hell, Ali. Get out of here before we get arrested.”

She gave a little pout and a cute, “Aww…” as she realised I was right. She sighed, straightened her clothes, and collected her bag from the footwell. She paused for a second before opening the car door. She looked over at me and said, “This ain’t finished, mister. This ain’t over by a long way.”

Part Two

The end of the first term wasn’t too far away, and by chance, an early Christmas ‘do’ had been arranged for the following Friday. Being one of the few men working in primary education, the meal out consisted of me, Richard, and twenty-four female teachers and support staff, all dressed up to the nines. The crowd of us pretty much-filled one-half of the chosen restaurant’s tables, and they’d been pushed together and arranged so that we were all ‘sitting at the same table’. You better believe that I made sure I was sitting next to Ali.

She looked radiant in a short black dress. It had sequins and diamanté in a sort of butterfly design, covering her breasts. The dress was high on her neck, and the material covered her shoulders and was long-sleeved. It was daringly backless from just below her neck to just above her bottom, so she didn't wear a bra, and her tits were full and firm enough not to droop or sag in any way. But what was even sexier were her prominent nipples, which were poorly hidden by the decoration on the front of the dress. You can bet your bottom dollar she knew precisely the effect her attire had on any male (and a lot of the females, I bet) who saw her. Her height was increased by a pair of black high-heels that had a similar decoration to the dress. And to top it all off, she had spent ages on her hair and make-up, and she could easily have been mistaken for a high-end model or an actress.

As I said, I wangled my way into sitting beside her, and It brought an internal smirk to my face that Richard was seated opposite us but four or five places over so that he wasn’t involved directly with the conversations one has in a crowded dinner like that. During the meal, our legs (mine and Ali’s, not mine and Richard's,) were touching almost the whole time, and she was constantly laughing at things I said or would touch my arm in a friendly way while chatting to me, and the other girls immediately around us.

At one point in the evening, I dropped my hand under the table and let it lay on her thigh just above the hem of her dress. Without flinching, she dropped her hand down too, placing it on my thigh in the same place, and gave it a little squeeze. Fuck, I wanted this woman right there and then! Just that simple touch that seemed to say, ‘I want to touch you too’, had me feeling like a little boy with a first girlfriend. But, I wasn’t a little boy anymore. And I was married - and everybody there knew it - I knew we couldn’t show this newfound lust for each other, so I had to resist the enormous temptation of throwing her onto the table right there and then, ramming my by now hard cock into her willing pussy. I would just have to put up with the almost unbearable secret flirting and friendly touches until I could get her alone for an hour or three.

As the meal was drawing to a close, the older women began heading off home. Even Richard, who had been a bit sullen and non-responsive during the whole meal, declared he was heading home too. I think he was hoping that Ali was going to join him, but that was made clear it wasn’t going to happen very quickly, and he pissed off sharpish after that put-down. The consensus amongst the younger crowd was that making a 'proper' evening of it by going on to a club was in order. Being about ten years older than the others, I wasn’t sure if they’d want me to tag along, but Ali put that question straight to bed by grabbing my arm and hugging it and saying, “You’ll come too, won’t you, Denny? We’ll need a man along to keep the creeps at bay.” The other girls were all up for this too. So before I knew what had happened, two mini-cabs had been ordered, and nine of us were heading to the West End.

The first cab took four, and the other five of us piled into the second cab. One in the front beside the driver (that was Seema, I think - she was always a big girl if you know what I mean), I was in the rear on the left with Ali beside me, the two other girls beside her, so it was a bit cramped there in the back. With our coats and bags dumped on our laps, we were all scrunched together for the twenty-minute or-so ride to the club.

With my arms by my sides, I took the opportunity to use the cover of the coats and bags to put my hand onto Ali’s thigh again. But by now, with the rush to all get into the cab, and the moving around to all get comfortable, I found my hand on naked thigh flesh. Her short dress had ridden up as she sat down. Her skin was smooth and soft, and I squeezed it gently as the car began to head towards the city centre.

Everyone was chatty and in a good mood as we’d all had a few to drink, and we were all looking forward to having a great night out. As the car bumped and moved through the traffic, I began to slide my hand further up her inner thigh, moving the light dress fabric higher up her leg, rubbing and stroking as I went. I felt her legs slip slightly apart, as my fingertips touched the satin-like cloth of her panties. Within seconds, I was pressing on her pussy mound itself. She glanced over at me with a big smile on her face, and I realised I wasn’t going to get any resistance, so I began to rub a fingertip over her clit in small, firm circles. I could feel her squirming and trying to press her pussy up against my hand as I continued to rub her, and along with her gentle thrusting motion, I slid my fingers lower to where I found her panties sodden with her juices. Because of the angle of my wrist, the movement of the car, and the covering on our laps, it was easy to slip a finger past the tiny piece of material and find myself with a finger buried up to the second joint in a hot, tight, soaking wet and willing pussy.

She had been nodding her head at one of the other girls who had been talking about something or other, but now she turned her head towards me, leaned towards my ear, and whispered, “Ooh, you cheeky, nasty bastard. In a cab full of workmates too! Go on,” she urged, “Finger me!”

Well, what’s a chap to do? I ground my finger in and out of her while pressing down on her clit with my palm. She put her head back and began to sigh deeply, so I covered her lack of conversation by asking what everyone was hoping to get for Christmas. With squeals and laughs, the chatter turned to what they were all hoping for, and I looked at the closed eyes of the beautiful Ali beside me, whose pussy was leaking like a tap all over my probing hand, and I didn’t think that life could get any better than it was at this very second. I wormed another finger into her as my bravado deepened, and I hope it was only in my imagination that I could hear the squelching sounds coming from below the coats. Her breathing got faster and shallower until suddenly, her eyes snapped open. She quickly whispered in my ear again.

“Oh god, please don’t make me cum. I’m too loud. Please.” Her voice almost croaked the plea, “Please!”

So, reluctantly, I withdrew my hand from the centre of my world at that moment. I heard her groan quietly, as I withdrew my fingers from her pussy. I slid them up over her clit, and then off her lap and out into the colder air of normality. I couldn’t resist the temptation, and I brought my fingers to my mouth, to smell and taste her. No one noticed my right hand going to my mouth, as I used the clothing cover to smooth her dress back down under the coats as if nothing had happened. God, she tasted good. Her head lolled a little onto my shoulder, and I heard her say, “Thank you, thank you. That was close...” as she struggled to get her breathing back to normal levels.

There was a huge, stupid grin on my face for the rest of the journey. And not long afterwards, as we pulled up to the club, we all fell out onto the kerb in high spirits to join the others waiting for us and going on into the busy club to ‘strut our funky stuff’.

Part Three

The evening went really well. We even managed to bag a large, semi-circular sofa and table combo, where we could leave our drinks, bags, and coats in relative safety. We danced, drank, and had a thoroughly good time, going onto the floor in groups, pairs, and sometimes as a merry pack.

As the night was coming to an end, they began to play a few old, slower numbers, and I was dragged onto the packed dance floor three or four more times by some of the other girls before Ali got me to herself in the middle of the moving sea of dancers. I’ll never forget the irony, as Rose Royce’s ‘I Wanna Get Next To You’ became the soundtrack to the first time I was able to hold this gorgeous woman in my arms and press myself against her.

We began to slow dance, her arms over my shoulders, holding me close. My arms were around her back, touching her flesh through the gap in the design of her dress. I could feel the smooth perfection of her skin. Yes, the music was loud, but with our mouths right beside each other's ears, we could at last talk openly about what was happening between us without anyone else overhearing.

“You fucker, you nearly made me cum in the damn car, in front of everyone.” I couldn’t help my grin into the side of her neck. Wow, she smelled nice. A subtle, expensive perfume.

“The pleasure was all mine, beautiful lady.” I stroked her back as I spoke. My cock began to harden at her closeness and scent, and the feelings of lust began to wash over me again. “I’ve never been so turned on in my life! Your pussy was so hot and tight, I thought I was going to have to ask for a towel, you were so wet.” I felt her mouth move closer to my ear, and her lips brushed my earlobe as she spoke.

“You’ve had me horny all night. You, all dressed up, in a suit and tie, and then cheekily slipping your hand under the table to touch me up. You could of had me right there, y’know. I’ve wanted you so bad for a long time!”

“Could ‘have’ had me right there! And, wanted me so ‘bad-ly’!” I corrected, grinning.

“Fuck off, you prick!” she snorted as she pushed me away a little and slapped me on the chest. I laughed and pulled her back, close.

“I love the way you speak,” I said, as she nuzzled back into my neck. The divine voices of Kenny Copeland and Gwen Dickey seemed to pour over us as I swayed this lovely creature in my arms. “But I draw the line at having to drink ‘waader’ instead of water, and let's not even go to ‘aboot’ instead of about!” That got me another laughing thump on the chest, and we were then just listening to the song's lyrics, as she pulled me close again, and I let my hands roam slowly over her back.

“I love your hands on me,” she whispered into my ear. “I want to feel them all over!” I slowly lowered one of my hands, until it was just resting on the top of her curvy bum. Her lips, again, moved against my ear, “Touch my ass. Squeeze it and pull me tight!” My hand dropped down, and I caressed her beautiful behind. It was soft yet firm at the same time, and as I pulled her even closer, she pressed her pussy against my by now, raging hard-on. She groaned lustfully into my ear as she felt my hardness. Her tongue flicked out and licked it, sending shivers all the way down to my toes.

“Shit Ali, you’re so hot, I can’t even begin to describe what you do to me!” I now had both hands cupping her perfect arse. It felt so soft through her dress, and as she swayed from one foot to the other, I could feel the muscles of her butt that felt so firm through that softness. I was blissfully aware of feeling her pussy mound grind against my cock. The crowd around us was masking my hands, but I desperately wanted to feel all the way up her body. To feel the swell of her hips, and cup and squeeze her massive tits. But I had to remember where I was and had to make do with feeling her press herself as tightly as she could into my willing body.

She pulled away from me momentarily and looked deeply into my eyes. Then, before putting her head back on my shoulder, she pecked my lips with hers, an electric shock of pleasure, that she compounded with her next words.

“You might not be able to describe it, mister, but tonight, I’m gonna fuck the shit outa you. So make sure you get in a cab with me!” She pressed herself against my cock and ground her hips hard into it in a circular motion. Her hand stroked over my hair and pulled my head even closer to the lips beside my ear. “I want to see if that cock’s as big as it feels,” she licked my earlobe, “and I want it in my mouth and in my hungry cunt!” Her use of nasty swear words almost made me cum in my pants right there on the dance floor, and now it was my turn to groan into her ear, as I squeezed her arse again and pulled her hard onto my throbbing meat.

With perfect timing, the song ended, and the DJ announced it was time for everyone to bugger off home. She took my hand and led me on trembling legs back towards our table. There were only four of us left, by this point, and neither of the other two had noticed how my marriage vows had tumbled, out there on the dance floor. As we were saying our goodnights, and making arrangements for a cab to get us all back home, my thoughts drifted to Amanda, waiting for me at home.

She knew I was ‘out with the girls’ and, with me being an old ‘disco queen,’ I was quite likely to be very late home. But could I really be so easily tempted to stray, when my trusting wife was waiting for me in our bed at home? My doubts were beginning to build as I began to realise what a shit I was being when Ali turned from who she was talking to and looked me straight in the eyes.

“You ready for this mister? There’s a cab outside, who’ll drop Seema and Jill off first, then it's back to my place.” She touched my hand surreptitiously and grabbed one of my fingers. “Take me home, Denny. I want you inside me!”

That was all it took. Her eyes, her scent, her perfection. My mind was buzzing, and only partially from the alcohol. Who was Amanda again? I know that name means something, but holy-fuck, look at this goddess in front of me, begging me to take her.

We all headed up to the waiting cab.

Part Four

Jill sat beside the driver, so the other three of us got into the back, with me between Seema and Ali, who was on my right. The car set off, and although there was a little more room now, Seema’s size (sorry Seema, but you know it, girl) meant I was tight up against both girls. The cabby had his radio on, and we were all a little tired from all the dancing and loud music, so we were happy to just let the music soothe our minds without the need for chatter. It was Ali who made the first move this time. She half turned towards me so that she could put her right hand in my lap, and again, under cover of the coats, a minicab adventure began.

I wasn’t expecting her to be so blatant, but she slid her hand straight onto the front of my trousers and started stroking my bulge. I looked over nervously at Seema, but she was looking out the window, at the closed West End shops as we passed them by. Then I looked over at Ali. She was looking right at me, with a sexy smirk on her face. She leaned closer to me and whispered, “I’m so gonna pay you back, you little shit. I’m gonna make you so fucking horny.” as she began to slowly stroke and squeeze my hardening cock.

The feelings were wonderful as her hand rubbed gently down my growing length, gave the head a squeeze, and then rubbed up again. She did this four or five times, by which point my tool was straining against my boxers in the awkward, down-the-leg position. I looked at her and groaned in the back of my throat, as I felt her hand rubbing me. A glance at Seema - still looking out the window - then back at my tormenter, as she gripped the head of my cock through my trousers, and gave it a quick tug.

I was going to have to do something about the position I was in. It was becoming painful with my cock down my trouser leg, making a huge tent. I needed to pull it up straight somehow to relieve the pressure. I put my hand on Ali’s thigh and squeezed as I tried to slowly thrust my bottom down to try to ease the damn thing up, but all that did was alert Seema that I was wiggling against her, and she glanced over. Now, Seema’s not stupid. As soon as she looked over, and at the way Ali was sitting, she could see where her hand was - even if it was hidden under the coats. She knew what was going on! Her jaw dropped open, and I could see she was about to squeal or say something. Ali put a finger over Seema’s lips, mouthed a “shhh”, and winked at her.

I was mortified. I would never live this down. The whole staffroom would know I was getting felt up in the back of a cab in full view of everyone. I looked at Seema with a sense of dread and was stunned to see a big grin on her face as she looked between Ali and me and then back again. Then, to my shock, and still with a big smile on her face, she turned and looked back out the window.

The next thing I knew, Ali’s hand reached down the waistband at the front of my trousers and into my pants. I breathed in deeply to give her more room, as her hand travelled down into my trouser leg, gripped the swollen shaft of my cock, and pulled it up towards the button at the top of the trousers. The relief was instant, and I couldn’t help the groan that escaped my mouth.

“Ooh, fuck me, you have a nice. Big. Cock!” Ali whispered in my ear. She smoothed out the material over my dick. My breathing was deep and shallow now that I wasn’t in so much discomfort, and Ali continued the slow, stroking motion she’d been doing before. The difference now was that it was straight up against my belly, but now there was an inch or so of naked purple knob poking out of the top of my trousers!

“Shall I tease you with my hand, or should I blow you?” Came the quiet torment in my ear from the object of this desire. “I bet your cock tastes hot and salty in my mouth. What do you think, Denny? Am I dirty and nasty enough to go down on you in a cab?” I didn’t know what to say. “Am I a slut, or what?” she whispered, and once again, her tongue found my ear, and another groan escaped my throat.

I felt Seema move her arm over and tap Ali on the shoulder, making her lift her mouth from my neck. I looked over at her, and I saw her silently mouth, “Let me see it”, to Ali. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Ali nodded her head, and, smiling, took her hand off my crotch and pushed the coats further towards my knees, leaving me in full view.

“Wow!” mouthed Seema, and after a couple of seconds of glancing between my cock and Ali, she leaned across me over towards her and quietly said, “Are you gonna make him cum?”

“Tempting, but not here, I’m just looking at the package.”

“Big fucking package! My David’s nowhere near that size.”

What the fuck? I’m sitting here between them, and they’re talking about me like I’m not even there! My cock’s right there, between them, being stroked, and they’re making vocal comparisons! I didn’t know whether to pipe up, or just allow the feelings to continue, as Ali’s fingers began circling my cock head and tickling the glans.

I chose the latter.

“I’m taking him back to my place, and I’m gonna ride him like a train!”

“Good for you girl. You take that cock.” And with that, Seema looked back out the window. But her hand that was next to me on the seat lifted, and she put it on my upper thigh, right where the trousers were tenting. Then, as Ali continued to play with my knob, and went back to licking my neck and ear, I felt Seema move her hand onto my shaft, and begin to rub it softly. I think I was in heaven. Seema moved her hand up and down, pressing harder now, and when Ali felt their hands touch, she looked over at her. They both stopped moving momentarily. I saw the grin on their faces as they looked at each other, and then they went back to what they were doing. Both of them - stroking my cock. Ali’s head next to my ear, whispering what she was going to do with me, and Seema simply looking back out the cab window.

That lasted only for another minute or so, thank god, as we realised we were nearing Jill’s place. As the cab slowed to let Jill out, my sexy couple of chancers simply pulled their hands out and acted as if nothing had happened. I, on the other hand, was in a right state. Precum had leaked all over the place, and I swear I saw both of them lick it off their hands as Jill got out and said her ‘goodnights’. Seema only lived 5 minutes away, and soon she too was getting out of the car and turned back to say goodbye.

“G’night Ali, thanks babe,” she said as she turned to close the door. “And as for you!” She paused as she looked down, right at me, and with a laugh and a wink, she said, “Have a really good night, Denny. Good luck!” And with that, she turned and was gone.

It was eleven minutes later when Ali turned the key in her door, and she ushered me inside her bedsit. I know it was eleven minutes because I counted them. Eleven minutes in the cab, when she had my face in her hands, and her mouth locked onto mine. Our tongues had battled in earnest. One of her tanned legs had been thrown over mine. My hands were travelling all over her dress, to at last feel the firmness of her boobs and the smoothness of her skin. Eleven glorious minutes of teenage snogging and feeling up. It was so heated, that it would probably give the cab driver plenty of wank material for the next week or so. Eleven minutes, where I thanked my lucky stars that tonight, this creature would be mine.

Key turned. Ushered in. Coats and jackets were discarded, and now we just stood there, looking at each other in a small single-bedroom, in a block of flats a million miles away from normality, and then we both smiled.

Part Five

I took a step forward - and we were in each other’s arms again. Our hands gripped each other as if we were long-lost lovers. We kissed deeply as our hands roamed, and we shuffled closer to the bed until we tripped on it and fell headlong onto its softness as we continued to meld our mouths together. After a minute of intense lip work, I pushed her away from me gently and ran my hands down both sides of her face. Her blonde hair spread out around her head on the pillow.

“Let me look at you.” Her breathing was deep and fast as I watched my hands begin to slide over her body. She propped herself on her back on both elbows as my hands explored the perfection of her figure. She watched me, as I traced my hands down over her shoulders, squeezing them slightly. Then I slid down both her arms to the end of her sleeves, then back up to her shoulders. My hands were almost trembling as they then moved slowly, down onto her breasts. When I cupped them in all their glory, she gave an “Mmmm” sound, and, glancing at her face, I saw her eyes close as I found her nipples and rubbed them through her dress. They felt like bullets against my hand, and I just had to use my fingers to capture each one and massage them, which brought further moans. I then moved her tits by shaking her nipples, causing her to gasp.

“Too hard?”

“God no, I love it!”

“So do I. You have beautiful nipples, Ali.”

She closed her eyes again as my hands continued. Down over her firm tummy and then out to her hips. The dress was hugging her figure tightly and felt so smooth. My hands slowly reached around, to stroke the sides of her bum. Then down her thighs to the edge of the dress, to where her tanned legs took over. I ran my hands around her dress-covered thighs from the back to the front and then back to the sides again before I began the long strokes downward that touched leg skin, at last, all the way to her ankles.

I got off the bed and sat at her feet. I slipped her shoes off and placed them carefully on the floor beside mine, where I’d kicked them off. I looked back at this wanton angel, lying looking at me with a smile, and I began running my hands up the insides of her calves. As I got to her knees, she parted them slightly, and I was soon caressing up the inside of her thighs and up under the hem of her dress.

She gasped loudly, and I looked up from watching my hand’s progression. “I’m so sensitive there,” she breathed, her head lolling back, and her eyes closing, as I trailed my fingertips up and down the inside of her silky thighs. “Ooh, you fucker. You don’t know what that does to me.” She was breathing quickly now, and to be honest, my breathing wasn’t much slower.

I slid my hands around to the outside of her thighs again, then slid them up, lifting the dress hem as I went until it was up around her waist. The sight before me was incredible. She wore the briefest of black silk lace panties that barely covered the prominent mound of her pussy. The gusset - string, really - was wet with her juices, and with trembling fingers, I ran a hand onto this mound of bliss and gently touched her pussy for the first time.

The moan I heard was my own. I felt how hot and wet she was on my fingertips, and I’ll never forget the sight of those wet panties as she parted her legs, and I was able to slide a finger straight into her burning core. She moaned now, too, as my finger slid in and out of her. I sat, watching with awe as I added another, and they entered her so easily. I pulled the tiny triangle of cloth to the side, and with my fingers still inside her, I dipped my head and began licking her smooth wetness.

“Oh god, yes. Oh god. Oh god.” In her accent, it sounded like ‘Oh gooad’ as my mouth licked and lapped at her dripping pussy. Her hands found my head, and she pressed me harder into her crotch. I was loving it. Her pussy, was making squelching sounds, as my fingers began to increase speed, and my tongue, at last, found her clit. I moved my tongue around it in circles at first, and as I then flicked at it, she began to thrust her hips up at my face to increase the pressure.

“Eat my pussy, eat it, eat ME!” She was really bucking up at me and pulling my hair hard, but I kept up the sucking and fingering. I could feel her legs trembling. Her pussy was now gripping my fingers, and her grunts were getting faster, and I knew I was about to get her off. “Denny, Denny, fuck, fuck. Fucking CUMING!” And a gush of her juices exploded into my face as she screamed her orgasm.

I gently let my fingers slide out of her, as she collapsed from her elbows onto her back. I sat up and stroked her legs as I watched her slowly come down from the high she had reached. I couldn’t help but smile. She really was the most gorgeous creature, and I had just had my fingers and tongue inside her. Cat. Cream. Moi!

It was a couple of minutes before she spoke. “Wow, thank you, Denny.”

“Well, that was a bit special,” I said as she looked up at me, smiling.

“Ya think?”

I laughed at her cute remark, and she began to sit up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

“Stand up, Denny.” She ordered quietly, as she got her feet onto the cool floor. I stood in front of her, and her hands came up to the waistband of my trousers.

“Your turn.”

As she undid me, I took off my tie and began unbuttoning my shirt. I still had three buttons to go by the time my trousers dropped to the floor around my feet, and I watched in wonder as she gripped my bum in both hands and began to kiss the bulge in the front of my boxers. Watching her kiss and lick me was so erotic. Her oh-so-pretty face, a mask of desire as she tended to my bulge. Soon I was standing there in only said boxers, the front of them being stretched like you wouldn’t believe. She looked up at me as she began to peel them down my hips.

“Now it’s at eye level, I wanna see if it’s as big as it looked in the cab.” She said just before she released it from the cotton confines.

The boxers joined the rest of my clothes at my feet.

“Oh, shit!” was all she said before she opened her mouth and pulled me into its depths. Her full lips pouted as she sucked my length in and out of her mouth. Her tongue licked it. Her hands gripped and twisted it. She kissed it. She sucked it in again, deeply, almost to its full length. She grasped the base with one hand, the other pulling the foreskin up and down, with her mouth hungrily sucking and licking the throbbing tip. I thought my head was going to explode.

“Shit, Ali, that’s sooo good.” My hips began a gentle swaying motion, and she sped up her pace. “Too good Ali, if you don’t stop right now, I’m going to cum.”

With a 'pop', she let me out of her mouth, but she kept a hand gripping me at the base. I was breathing hard as I looked at her, looking at me, with a wide grin on her face.

“Lovely cock. And I want it inside me.”

She was sitting there, still dressed, so I reached down, and lifted her to stand in front of me. She reached to the back of her neck and released a clasp. The front of her dress simply dropped. It was only being kept up, by her arms and the swell of her boobs. I reached up and pulled the material down, off her shoulders and arms, and then over her breasts, revealing them in all their glory. Mag-fucking-nificent. The freckles on her face were matched, with a spattering of them on her upper chest and shoulders. I leaned down and kissed them. Then it was boob time. My hands came, up and caressed her naked flesh at last, as she moaned and held on to my shoulders. I cannot tell you how perfect her tits were. I lifted them and brought my mouth to them. A little kiss on each nipple, but then I couldn’t take any more. I sucked. Hard. She moaned and dropped her head back as I took each nipple in turn, and tried to suck them off her tit. I continued to fondle and squeeze them as my mouth found breast heaven.

“I can’t wait, baby. Feels so good. Fuck me. Please fuck me. I need it in me.”

I released her from my mouth and pulled the dress down over her hips. She wiggled her bum to help me get the tight-fitting cloth over her hips then it too joined the rest of the clothes on the floor. I knelt at her feet as I drew the skimpiest pair of panties I’d ever seen down over her legs. I could see and smell her wetness as I saw her shaved pussy right in front of my face, and before I stood up again, l planted a kiss on her swollen pussy-lips. I kissed each nipple again too, as I stood back up. Now with my hands guiding her down backwards, I joined her, and we lay, at last, naked on the bed.

Part Six

She pulled me down on top of her, opening her legs and bending them at the knees so that my cock was laying on top of her spread pussy. I ground it down on her pelvic bone, rubbing myself against her dampness as I kissed her deeply. Her hands, on the back of my head and my back, were urgent and strong as she pulled me harder against her urging body. With her feet on the bed on either side of me, she thrust her pubis up to meet my rubbing cock so that her clit and slit were being ground into by my leaking cock.

“Don’t tease me anymore,” she begged. “Fill me with it.” I raised my hips and sank down just far enough for my cock head to slide down into the hot valley between her thighs. As my cock slid down past her pussy lips, I simply pressed forward, and we both gasped in unison as I was suddenly, enveloped in her core. Her hands gripped my hair, and she squeaked, as I withdrew slightly, then thrust back in slowly. So hot. So smooth. So tight. So wet. Her pussy seemed to clamp on to me and enrobe me in a velvet condom.

“Oh fuck, yes. Yes.” She breathed into my ear, as I began to speed up my thrusts. I pushed up onto my hands so I could look down at her beneath me. Her hair was spread seductively on the pillow, her mouth was open and breathing hard, and her eyes were staring right at me as I pushed into her with a steady rhythm. Her hands dropped from my head, and she began to squeeze her own tits, mashing them and pinching her nipples.

“Fuck me, baby, fuck me. Fuck me good.” I wasn’t about to correct her English, not this time. I pushed my knees under her thighs and got up onto my haunches, holding her knees for balance as I repositioned myself on my knees and toes. From up here, the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her hole was exquisite. Her pussy lips dragged out as I withdrew and gripped me tightly as I slid back in. My cock was glistening, covered with her pussy juice each time I watched it pull out, and I pushed it in and out, again and again, marvelling at the sensations and how perfectly our bodies melded.

“So fucking hot, Ali. Soooo fucking hot!” I began to pound into her now, watching her tits bouncing in her hands, as she was being banged into the mattress. I let go of her knees and reached for her tits, clasping one in each hand, as I leaned into her and fucked her mound for all I could give it.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…” She moaned again with each thrust. Her hands reached up for me again, and she rubbed my stomach and held my chest. I leaned down and enveloped a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard. That got me an “Oooh, fucking YES!” from her. I continued to squeeze, suck and kiss her tits as I built up the pressure of my aching cock in her pussy. Her legs came up around my waist, and she squeezed them tightly around my back as she began to buck up at my thrusts even harder.

“Oh, you fucker, you horny fucker, you’re gonna make me cum again.” Her hands shot out to the sheet on either side of her and gripped it, as she yelled, “Cumming, baby, fucking…CUMMING!” And again, I felt her pussy squirt her juices around my rampaging cock. “Aaaaggggghh!” she screamed, and her internal muscles clamped onto my cock and tried to suck me inside her body.

I slowed my thrusts, allowing her to still feel my length inside her, as she convulsed two or three times, before opening her eyes and putting her hands up onto my hair again, gripping me.

“Fucking hell, you know how to fuck a girl, don’t you!” She panted. I slowed even more until I was just letting my cock lay there inside her, buried within her heat.

“It’s easy when you’re as gorgeous as you are,” I said. “I only have to look at your incredible body, and I want to climb up inside you.” That brought another smile to her face.

“I want to ride you.” Her fingers gripped my hair tighter, and her face took on a more intense look. She wiggled her bum so that my cock was reminded where it was (as if I’d forgotten!). “I said I was gonna ride you like a train, didn’t I? Let me get on top of you, I wanna fill my hot cunt with your big cock, so you can see I know how to fuck, too!”

I slid off her and lay on my back. She got up off the bed and stood astride my hips. She looked so tall and magnificent up there, looking down at me. My cock, sticking up high and straight, was throbbing like a throbbing thing.

She squeezed her breasts and nipples. “You like these big ol’ tits, don’t you Denny? You like me squeezing them like this?” I could only nod. She slid her hands slowly down to her pussy, rubbing herself, bending her knees slightly, and spreading her pussy lips for me to see.

“You like this cunt too, don’t you! You like this hot hole sliding over your big, hard cock?”

“You’re fucking amazing!” That was all I could say.

“Your cock’s amazing, and this slut wants her cunt filled again.” She began to lower herself toward my cock.

“Can you see it getting closer, baby? Can you see my hot cunt open and wet for you?” My mouth began to go dry as she spread her pussy lips even wider, and crouched down, hovering just above my cock head, which I was angling up at her.

“Don’t you push up to meet me, you fucker, you just wait there.” She pushed two of her fingers inside herself and began hard finger-fucking as she looked at me. This was torture. Her spread pussy lips were centimetres away from my cock, and she was wanking herself furiously. My cock ached to enter her again. I was about to say ‘fuck it’ and ignore her by pushing it up into her when she spoke again.

“I’m gonna ride you now, Denny. My hungry cunt is gonna swallow your meaty fuck pole, and I’m gonna ride you ‘till you spunk into me. You ready, baby? You ready to fill Ali’s cunt with your massive cock again? You ready to make Ali happy?”

I was in sexual heaven. This shit just doesn’t happen to guys like me, and all I could do was look at her and sigh, “Oh, baby! Please.”

She sank slowly onto me. I watched as inch after inch slid up and up into this living fuck doll, and she sighed with each inch that slowly pierced her. At last, she bottomed out, and her pussy lips, no - cunt lips, were pressing down onto my balls.

“Hold me!” She said as she began to bounce up and down slowly on my cock. Her knees were as wide apart as she could stretch them, giving me the perfect view as I reached up and gripped her tits, keeping her from pitching forward.

“Now pull my tits. Twist my nipples off as I bang you!” I did, too. Her hard nipples were now like organ stops as I pinched them and pulled at them hard. Her cunt was squelching and slurping as she began to pound harder, down onto me.

“That’s it, you nasty fucker. Fuck, yes.“

“I won’t last long Ali, I’m getting close!”

“Then it’s train time!”

With me still deep up inside her, she put her hands on my tummy and dropped her knees down beside my chest. She was now sitting astride me cowgirl style, and she began thrusting her hips forward, and backwards really quickly. She slid her hands up onto my chest, and I put mine into her hair and held it. Her pussy was going back and forth at an incredible speed, and the feelings in my groin were indescribable as she pummeled me.

“Now feel my cunt fuck your cock like I own it, you dirty little bastard.” Her thrusting was sending jolts of pleasure right through me. She used her whole body to ride me as she’d promised. I could hardly believe the sensations coursing through me as her slick skin covered me and touched me and became part of me. Her tits were swinging wildly right in front of my face, so I gripped one in my mouth and bit down on the hard teet.

“Fucking yes, fucking YES!” she cried, kissing and licking my face as the sweat from our bodies seemed to lubricate our writhing bodies. I couldn’t take any more. I knew it was explosion time.

“Oh you beautiful slut, I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum, Ali… Gonna cum…”

“Yes, that’s it, you fucking bastard. Fill my wet hole with your hot spunk. Ali wants you to splatter her snatch with your baby batter. Fill me, baby. Fill me up. Fill me so full it comes out of my fucking ears.”

I gripped her tits hard, my head pushed back against the pillow, and I screamed as my balls disintegrated up into her womb. Her pussy seemed to grip my cock and milk it as I fired spasm after spasm of sperm into her.

“YES, Denny, YES,” she screamed, as she felt me erupt inside her. “Oh, you cunt. I’m cumming again too. Fucking SHIT!” Her whole body clasped me in a death grip, as yet another wave of cunt juice splattered between us. She continued to force my dick deeper and deeper into herself with her thrusts, as my body emptied my whole being into her.

Part Seven

The next thing I remember, once my heart had reached non-lethal pounding levels, was feeling her lying on top of me, breathing deeply and slowly. My arms were around her, and I began to stroke her body from head to as far down as I could reach, my fingers trailing over her flawless skin, as I basked in the glory of what had just happened. As I stroked her, I felt her smile against my shoulder where her head had ended up.

“What’s making you smile?” I asked.

“Apart from one of the best fucks of my life y’mean?”

That made me smile. “Yeah, apart from that.” It had easily been THE best fuck of MY life.

“Wait for it, wait for it…” She said cryptically. And then I felt my softening cock plop out of her pussy. We both burst into laughter. A few seconds later, I lifted her face from my shoulder, and with both hands holding her, kissed her gently on her still smiling mouth. Soft, tender kisses that she returned. They weren’t urgent or lustful, just gentle and caring. I knew this would probably never be repeated. I wanted to tell her, somehow, that for me, it had been something special.

“Thank you, Ali. I really mean this. Thank you.”

“And thank YOU, mister. That was really, really good.”

We lay there for a while. A long while, actually, just stroking and holding each other. My mind wandered like I knew it eventually would, to another woman lying in a bed, and I knew I had to leave.

“I have to go, Ali. Sorry.” She just looked at me. I could see on her face that she knew this would be the case, but I could also see the disappointment in her eyes.

I slid out from beneath her and gathered my clothes. Neither of us spoke as I dressed, and I deliberately didn’t look at her as I did. As I was about to stand up to leave, I felt her place her hand on my back.

“Denny…”

“Please, Ali, don’t say anything. I hate this bit too.” I got up and went slowly over to the door. When I got there, I stopped and took a couple of deep breaths before I could speak.

“See you in school, Ali. I’m sorry.” I opened the door before turning to look at her one last time.

Lying there, on the bed we’d made love in, was a naked girl that had blown my mind and changed me from what I was before tonight. The most beautiful girl I’d ever seen in real life blew me a kiss and smiled as I turned and walked out, closing the door gently behind me.

xx

Dear reader. Believe it or not, that story is 95% true. The temptation to show you a picture of Alison to prove it is very, VERY strong. She really is quite, quite a stunner. She lives back in Canada now, but it would still be unfair of me to ‘out’ her in such a public way.

But the memories will live forever.