The Thin End of the Wedge - Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

The Thin End of the Wedge - Pt. 01

... allowed, what Tom might do. She'd allowed some photographs so that they might use them before their own lovemaking, as an aperatif. But what was to stop him putting them up online? Then she would be a slut for all time. She lost track of Tom as he moved away, presumably to get a better angle.

George shifted his hands from her hips, though he continued to pound her. Sally felt his hands follow the curve of her waist, then slide up her back, his thumbs in the dimple over her spine. It felt incredibly erotic. Then his left hand grabbed her shoulder and he ran the fingers of his right hand through her hair. With three deft twists she had a ponytail which George held onto firmly. He pulled her head up and back, took her shoulder in a vice-like grip, and Sally suddenly understood what he meant by 'get ready to wail'.

"Ghaa, uuuurgh, shit, bloody hell... Aaah aaah aaah... Shiiiiit!!!"

He had doubled his speed and pounded a frantic beat against her cunt. Her head was pulled back and she curved her spine to relieve the pressure on her neck. The posture lifted her hands from the bed and she flailed around before putting them on her own hips. Under her torso her breasts danced a jig and she felt a hand touching her engorged nipples. A hand! Unless George had grown an extra one, like that character in Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, it must be Tom!

It was. She was just able to glance sideways and see him. He was half way onto the bed, one foot on the floor, and his knee on ...

... the bed like someone taking a difficult snooker shot.

"Na!", she managed to gasp, "Oh fuck... get back to your... oh shit... chair... ow ow ow ow Ow!" Then she took her own breasts into her hands and tried to stop them doing a pornographic Riverdance.

"What... are... you... Sally?", George asked. Each word was accompanied by two or three thrusts.

"I'm a... Uh, uh, uh... slut, George.", she gasped out between cries.

"Then get on me and show me what you can do."

He abruptly stopped fucking her and lay on his back on the bed. Whether it was the excitement of fucking a mate's wife, or just the effect of the Viagra, but his cock stuck up like a flagpole. Sally took a few deep breaths to regain her composure and then moved to straddle him. Then she lowered her pussy onto his cock, enjoying the sensation of the deep penetration. She sat facing him, her hands on his hairy beer gut. He grinned up at her and grabbed her tits in his strong hands. Sally found, to her pleasure, that in this position her clitoris was touching his beer gut, a little movement was going to be all that was needed to stimulate it.

"Be the whore lass.", he grinned at her.

She moved her legs until she was squatting over him with spread knees and then started to pump herself up and down his cock. It was very pleasurable, but also hard work. After years of simply lying flat on the bed for sex it felt strange to have to put in so much effort and Sally soon made herself a resolution to visit the ...