She SHALL go to the ball
Date: 6/30/2016,
Categories:
Anal
First Time
Mature
Author: DrVonWankenstein
... girl" "No, I said, thank YOU. I find you very VERY attractive. It's been... a pleasure. You're not GOING are you ?" It was 3 am.. After we'd recovered, I asked her if she'd ever been fucked from behind. She said she had, and she'd liked it. I suggested we give it a go I arranged her onto all fours, her curvaceous bum in the air, still with her silk stockings and suspender belt on. Very VERY alluring. I put another condom on, and slipped into her tight channel from behind. I pulled her bum apart to get better access, and more length into her. I pulled her back onto me, she groaned with pleasure. "FUCK, that's DEEEP" she moaned I noticed she had hair between her buttocks, a deeper ash blonde, not a lot but she didn't wax. I don't think many girls did in those days. Very few shaved pussies about. Cloaked with her dusting of anal hair, her anus was twitching as we fucked. "Are you looking at my arse?" she asked suddenly I was quite taken aback. "I WAS having a look" I admitted "Did you want to ... fuck me up there? My lover did that." "Did he? DID he now? The dirty bastard" I chuckled "You can, I quite liked it, It was uncomfortable, but it was erotic" She had begun to masturbate. I paused "Go on then" she said I pulled out, and the condom covered cock was dripping wet with her juices. I gripped just behind the bulging head and gently pushed into ...
... her arse. She groaned as I entered her ring. I felt like I was pushing through an elastic band, and I was in. In the hot depths of her bottom. she had her head laid sideways on my pillow her lustrous hair flowing. She had freed up both hands. One was grasping her fabulous breast, the other firmly fingering her clitoris. She came again, I could feel it through her arse, and I followed suit, groaning and collapsing onto her as I pumped every remaining atom of my semen deep into her bottom. We dismounted, and composed ourselves, and took a shower, and as she had to get home, I called a minicab and dropped her off. I got home at dawn, having kissed her goodbye outside her house. I gave her a piece of paper with my landline on and said I'd like to see her again. And I never heard a thing from her. As I only had an address I sent her a general greetings card, thanking her for a wonderful evening and we must do it again. Nothing. Then, 6-9 months later I was collecting an Indian takeaway in Acocks Green, early evening, and as I turned to leave I spotted her at a table, holding hands across it with a very VERY good looking young chap. She looked up as I passed, I could tell in her eyes she was wondering if I would stop and speak and she'd have to introduce me , explain me, whatever. As we held eye contact for a moment, I winked, and without breaking step, stepped out, and we have never clapped eyes on each other again.