Private Memory
After a moment of stillness, as I zoomed in and out between her bum, Alison’s bottom began to slide back and forward on the lubed phallus, with each push back, her anus received more and more of the ten inches, until, with a grunt, she felt my thighs bumping against hers. “Oh god, is it all in, I am filled, but it is so delicious, Jenni. Start slowly and then fuck my arse, PLEEEEASE.
I was video-ing all this in glorious close-up, and told Alison that I was going to put the camera on the bedside table, to watch us slightly wider.
I positioned the camera, so that all of Alison could be seen, bum up in the air, head on my pillows, and my buttocks encased by the straps of my cock, and could see, the large phallus between her bum cheeks.
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OK” I said to her, “No camera shake as I fuck you, but just to see the whole picture, relax, and go with the flow, darling Al.”
I re-started the camera and slowly pulled out of Alison’s bum , fascinated by watching her tight ring contract as the phallus pulled out. “Here we go, hon” and made sure that one of my fingers, then a second could be seen, slipping fully inside her rectum, finger-fucking her to widen her hole. Withdrawing my fingers, they wrapped around my hard cock and presented the tip at her tight rosebud entrance. Pushing forward, with Alison pushing back, the 10 inch dick slowly disappeared to its hilt…..my tummy pushing against her bum.
It was so erotic to watch my cock disappear, and to know that we were on video, I started to fuck her. Slowly at first, fascinated at how her bum-hole was stretching and closing around the hard prick buggering her.
Faster and faster, as I stretched forward to grasp her swaying tits, pulling on them and squeezing hard, her very hard nipples.
Alison let out a gasp as my crutch banged against her buttocks, and as my fingers molested her her firm boobs and nipples. “Whoosh, I am close Jenni. Try and cum with me?” The end of the phallus inside me was working its magic, as I leant back to hold her hips, and furiously plunge into her. “Oh, God, Al. This is so fucking dirty, and wonderful. I want to cum with you.”
“Doooooo it, NOWWWWWWW” she shouted out and began to buck and shake….grinding her bum against my crotch, and as I started to have the first wave of the orgasm, began to pump the ‘semen’ fluid deep into her entrails.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh FUCK” she cried out as her bum rose up higher to meet my orgasmic thrusts. “Oh God, God, God” she moaned, face buried in the pillows as her orgasm started to subside. I slowly lowered myself onto her, my boobs squashing against her back, and my hands around her, holding her tender tits.
We lay there, catching our breaths, and my lips caressing the back of her neck. “No, please leave it there, inside me. I want to feel it, still hard and all the ‘cum’ filling me poor rectum. We moved to lie on our sides, with my dick still inside, and we dozed in that post-orgasmic ‘spoon’ position. Sated, and exhausted.
Next morning, I awoke alone but with the delicious smell of fresh bread and coffee.
I wandered downstairs to find Alison, dressed like me, in a shirt, finishing laying out the breakfast things on the terrace. “Just go and sit down and I will serve my ladyship. The warm sun, croissants and coffee is the best thing to wake-up to, and with the rare occasion of company.
We chatted and giggled away about the day before, and all the naughty events, including Alison’s first experience of anal sex. “How is your bottom today, hon. Not too sore this morning?”
“A little bit, but, having watched the video we took, I am a bit randy, and damp, so I just had to try out your butt-plug, which is larger than the one I wore to St. Tropez. MMMMM it is lovely in there, and I have been fingering my pussy, because I am tingling. Heheee”
“You, madam, are becoming a little anal whore. Whatever will husband say?”
“Oh, Jim never goes near my bum so no worries there. But, talking of bums, we have to discuss our plans for Joelle’s visit. AND, I think you should be setting up a rendez-vous with Eva. I am certain, she will be very exciting to be with, because now we know that Joelle has had her hands on your little student waitress.”
I mused and replied “Hands IN her more like. Yes, could be bery interesting, and, very lovely. But, are we ready to take another trip down to the coast so soon?”
“Well, not today, as I have other plans for us” and with that, pushed her seat from the table and opened her knees. I looked down and saw a large erect cock, sticking up into the morning sunshine, which Alison had kept hidden under her shirt.
“Nice” I giggled “and exactly what are you thinking of doing with your rock-hard erection?”
“Well, it looks so magnificent in the fresh air, that I would like to hide it somewhere interesting, somewhere in the garden.” Alison replied, as she stood up and threw off her shirt. “Come on, shirt off and FOLLOW ME.”
We sucked and fucked our way around the small garden, even with Alison humping me from behind as we leant on the garden wall, waving to the postman and my neighbours.
In the pool, on the sun-loungers, and on the table on the terrace, we tried out every aspect of sapphic love, and even managed to make another porno tape, as we changed positions and strap-on. We even got so drunk on the power of lust, that we urinated on each other, and drank each other’s glorious pee. We felt dirty, depraved and insatiable and loved every second of it.
By chance, we were taking a well-earned break, and thinking of lunch, as a voice called out. We managed to throw on our shirts, when Jim walked around the end of the house. He had arrived back from St. Nazaire, three days early, announcing that he had been given a two year contract to help build and fit out luxury yachts. He had accepted and told the rather shocked Alison and me, that therefore they would be moving over there, as soon as possible.
The company had found a terrific villa to live in, and Jim also told us that he had spoken to the agent for their house in the village, and it was now for sale.
“We better go and start to pack and make arrangements for the move.” Jim said to Alison, and as she paused to turn to me, with tears in her eyes, Jim took hold of her arm, and commanded “Come on Alison, lots to do, no time like the present.”
“And no time in the future. Goodbye Alison” I sadly whispered to myself, rushing upstairs to throw myself on the bed and burst into tears.
Alison and Jim left just two days later, and although we try to be naughty on skype, we know that our glorious few days together, will never happen again.
The morning after, again feeling desperately on my own, the telephone rang. It was Eva’s voice. ”Hello, Jenni. I hope you don’t mind that I got your telephone number from Joelle?
I am not disturbing you am I?”
“Eva, how lovely you rang.” Disturb me?, I thought, I very much hope you do, darling!
The End.