“Go on then, its OK I’m on the pill,” I blurted out.
“So fucking what you dirty married slag,” he said to me. “Just take it.”
He then began to spunk. I could feel spurt after spurt coating my inners. His blasts flooding my tight cunt and potentially seeding my womb.
His cum leaked out of me almost instantly. He had spunked a fair bit and my tight hole had consumed what it could.The rest oozed out of me. Slithering out of me and down my legs. Down onto my ripped tights and some even finding its way to my boots.
He withdrew his cock, still huge despite its cum-load it had just delivered.
I quickly sank to my knees in front of him and began to lap at his cum coated cock. The taste of his salty cum mixed with my pussy juice.
The best and most delicious taste of all. My favourite taste.
The taste of sex.
He moaned and complimented me on the tightness of my pussy, on my cleaning up skills and on being such a randy bitch.
That was our first fuck. The alleyway screw that would lead to our next session at his flat. This time with Tracey.
Tracey and I both servicing his massive cock on that night.
After my alleyway quickie with him, I told Tracey the full details of what had happened.
She was rather jealous and a little intrigued, especially when I told her how big his cock was!
We continued to drink at the bar off and on for the next few weekends and sure enough he kept up the patter and chat.
On one such occasion he invited us around to his, for a drink, and plainly he knew he had more than a fair chance of ending up in a couple of pairs of knickers as well.
We agreed to meet him, both feeling rather dirty for doing so, but that wasn’t something new to us!
The night we met was a Saturday one. He had gotten a night off fromm work, and Mike knew what I was up to, Tracey’s husband thinking she was on a girls night out.
Ritchie lived in a small village a little distance outside of Inverness, so we had to get a taxi there.
We had both dressed fairly tarty, again with shortish dresses on, high heeled shoes and pantyhose.
I had worn a little black dress, with a pair of suspender style tights, the ones with the crotch area cut out. This meant I didn’t have to bother with the fuss of knickers. Tracey had gone for a green mini dress with tan color tights and a pair of ludicrously high black heels.
The taxi driver chatted away with us as we drove out to Richie’s. We told him we were going to a house party and he did his best to get a good few glimpses of our legs and cleavages whilst on the drive.
I have to say we didnt discourage him, the chat being fairly flirty and both of us making sure he could get good leg views of us: nothing better than a bit of slutty teasing!
Tracey and I had already spoken about what we thought would happen. I guess we both knew we had an evening of sex ahead of us. We had both fucked a couple of guys on holiday previously, and so had seen in each other in action already.
We had both been incredibly aroused by this, despite neither of us being particularly bisexual at all.