You may have read about how Ventura and I got together and now I am her regular essential toy boy so to speak.
Meeting Ventura was a great and wonderful moment in my life for which I shall forever be grateful to providence.
I would never have thought in a month come sundays how wonderful such a strong passionate sexual encounter could be with a person 15 years older than I, but Ventura has all it takes and much more and now I am regularly seeing her and her friend Francesca whom I shall call Fran.
Francesca? Well after the second time Ventura and I spent together in the flat above her sweet shop. she was talking about her friend being so lonely, having divorced her partner two years prior. She quite candidly confessed that it was not so much the guy she missed but rather the passive sex, although that wasn't really satisfying because he was a puritan as far as oral pleasure was concerned. Even French kissing was out because of the suggestive connotations!
Ventura showed me a picture of Fran and I was instantly attracted, her long dark hair and those fabulous blue big eyes and a wonderful, wonderful tight slim body revealing very sexy defined curves in her perfectly fitted jeans, which would set most guys sexual agenda asunder.
Well I was for it straight away and the thought of threesomes was a new adventure to behold for sure. I was already having passionate wet dreams just imagining!
Ventura's step-in shower was a regular venue and her particular appetizer was to have me, perched and sitting on her milking stool as I called it, with me stood facing her most appropriately for what she had in mind, and grasping the towel rail as she helped herself to the utter pleasure as she called it, of a so slow and wonderful interlude of deep throat sucking. All the time the freshness of the shower drenching our bodies.
It was wonderful, it was sensual and very, very arousing, more so because Ventura tied me around the base of my girth with her multi coloured ribbons - one time red and the next blue and so on, until she was good and ready for the full works when she'd jerk me off so perfectly - craving for my cream as I spurted all over her face and bosom. She simply adored that and was again in her element. And I pleased her too in as much as I could still cum gain and again inside her for a wonderful gratifying fuck once all the delightful foreplay was done.
She loved trying new tricks and was lately atoned to using fruit flavoured condoms. Her favourite was strawberry, to go with my lovely cream she said but always considerate, she asked me if that spoiled my pleasure, in as much as the condom may spoil it for me as she felt like she was devouring me, the way she could get it so deep into her throat. For me the feeling of her suck was still there but she wanted to compromise that when the flavour had worn of she would remove the condom and suck me bare flesh, and that added to an extraordinary experience because she really enjoyed the licking afterwards as she beautifully cupped my balls at the same time and she so cleverly worked my seven inch as far up as where the ribbon was tied, so when she released it, it was like all hell broke loose and mount Etna had erupted , but she loved and adored it and said that I hope I didn't mind but she had told her friend all about our shenanigans adding that was the Irish in her.
Well of course I didn't mind, far from it and I felt like putty in her hands, I told her so and for that she gave me an extra sucking and balling with me on all fours after the shower and she positioned underneath, her mouth and slender fingers doing everything down under as I lamented and moaned with please.
"I so adore to hear you moan, Alex baby" she whispered between sucking, "it makes for a perfect rendezvous and wonderful finale to our carnal afternoons."
It was going to be some new adventure introducing me to her friend Fran and I looked forward to it. I wondered what here particular desire would be. Ventura told me that my masculinity was highly recommended and she would not be disappointed.
"Darling" said Ventura to me when last we met, "A jolly good seeing to is just what Fran needs, in our frustrations and before I met you, we tried our hand at lesbianism but it just wasn't on for us, we both decided we wanted a man and that's where you came in." Her laugh was frivolous but very lustful.
The only thing I had to contend with, difficult at first but I found that it sort of turned me on in a way I had never imagined, is that what we did it together every Friday afternoon and sometimes more, was now expected of me, she sort of treated the amorous foreplay as her right, not to mention all that followed - and woe betide if I let her down.
That was at first, I was seeing Ventura in another light but I felt that it was well worth it for the thrill of being with her and enjoying those so long and expected of me -deep throat sucks, then it all seemed to be a bit of a sexual game really when she chose to handcuff me to the towel rail threatening to give me a sound spanking if I did not come up to expectations. It was almost like she was implementing that it was her right and privilege! She said the hunger was there and, soon aroused, she talked dirty telling me the taste buds were craving for the taste of cock, more importantly my cock exclusively and that long and wonderful interlude when, under the shower and locked to the handrail, she'd suck me to her heart's content, front and then moving behind me from the back, ass and all - it had become like a drug for her, that she could never do without the regular early closing day session, almost as soon as I arrived she dispensed with the coffee starter of late and led me to the walk-in shower pronto, and then, quickly stripping down to our underwear for the primary soaking, then the feel of her eager fingers tips, rubbing my chest down over my wet t-shirt and boxers - then the wonderful interlude when she started to feel my growing passion through my boxers until at last she took me good and proper, with the customary nibble and p-hole teasing and licking first, I watched as she so expertly probed it with the tip of her tongue, her eyes closed and lavishing it - and then the vital plunge of what she called her heaven, my 'quality cock' all at the ready for her service, and that was heaven, serious heaven to behold.
Next Friday I shall meet her friend Fran and already my imagination is working overtime, Wonder how it will be?
Come next Friday there she was, fabulous and very attractive Francesca and there was me thinking hw can a guy be this lucky. Ventura eagerly introduced me to her friend: "This is the wonderful Alex, Fran my toy boy deluxe and Alex, this is Fran of course, my bestest friend who wants to meet with you so much."
Unlike Ventura though she openly blushed although I saw her glance downwards which I hoped was a prelim to what she may have in mind for later. She was a little shy so Ventura suggested we break the ice with some of her favourite wine, and it wasn't too long before I was getting lusty body language from Fran. She had a gorgeous pair of legs and I could not keep my eyes off her dark tanned thighs which were perfectly shaped. So slim and trim and already the throb was there.
They both went off for a while to the bathroom on the excuse they both needed to freshen up and from Fran's body language I felt that she wanted to have a couple of words in private, so being the nosy bugger I am. I crept up the stairs and listened...
"You mean you have never ever done oral, Fran, not even with your Fred when he was alive?"
"He didn't approve, said it was unhygienic!"
