Three Caught Short - Sex Stories

Three Caught Short

... to get into the car as we head home at the end of the day, pumping me full of questions about my night of dirty passion. ‘You haven’t told me her name yet – I might even know her,’ he says, after I again give him my salacious account of last night. ‘She won’t tell me. And she doesn’t want to know mine either. Says it’s better that way,’ I tell him. ‘Seems a bit weird to me. Wouldn’t mind having a go though,’ he says, wistfully. ‘You’ll need to drink lots of water then.’ ‘Water?! Me? Can’t stand the stuff. What’s wrong with sinking a few pints of beer? That normally fills the piss bag up nicely,’ says Weasel, pointing in the vague direction of his bladder. ‘Comes out too bitter,’ I inform him, laughing. He gives me a pitying look and taps the side of his head. ‘You’re loco,’ he says. ‘Reckon she’d be up for a threesome then? One of us could fuck her while the other one pisses on her. I bet she’d be in pervy heaven!’ This thought stays with me as I walk up to my front door and let myself in. Showering and wrapping myself in a towel, I lay on the bed and check my mobile. One missed call. From her – the sexy MILF. Shit! I hit the call back button and listen to it ringing out before the familiar tones of my mystery woman fill my ear. ‘Where were you?’ she asks in the same sultry way that she’d begged me to screw her last night. ‘Having a pee – and a shower.’ ‘So, are you naked now?’ she purrs down the line. ‘I am – and I’m feeling VERY horny!’ This is followed by her deep, sexy ...

... chuckle. My cock twitches into life under the towel, which soon resembles a tent. ‘Thought you’d be worn out after last night. Fancy another go then?’ I ask, holding my breath, waiting for a positive response. ‘Not sure you could handle me – I’m red hot here. My pussy’s on fire!’ I drop the towel on the floor and lie back on the pillows, stroking my erect cock. ‘Sounds like I might need some help then,’ I suggest, mentally crossing my fingers for Weasel’s sake. ‘Oh yeah? Got someone in mind then, have you?’ Again, that earthy chuckle – it gets me every time. ‘I was telling a pal of mine about you earlier. He seemed keen to meet you!’ Now it was my turn to chuckle. ‘I bet he was! I don’t want to know his name, but describe him to me.’ ‘He’s about my height and weight, dark hair, keeps himself fit, likes football, beer and women, but not always in that order!’ I hear a sigh in my ear. ‘You okay?’ I ask. ‘I told you, I’m naked and horny as hell. I’m holding the phone in one hand and fingering my red hot pussy with the other, trying to imagine two guys having me at once . . . mmm, fuck, that feels SO good!’ ‘And I’m stroking my hard cock and thinking how hot it would be to fuck you doggie-style while my pal pisses in your open mouth.’ ‘Mmm, don’t . . . God, I’m cumming . . . oh fuck!’ The line goes dead and I give my stiffie the full attention it craves, until it spurts love juice all up my flat belly. I clean up in the bathroom, grab some clothes, then hear the phone ring. ‘Sorry ...