Diary Entry

This morning was the last day of my boyfriend's visit. He was due to fly home in the early afternoon and we were lying naked on my bed in my attic room, him stroking my skin as we discussed future plans. He leans to kiss me and I can see he is hardening. I smile, lay back on the bed and open my legs as he pulls a condom over his circumcised penis.

Our lips meet in a tender kiss as he positions himself and slides into my inviting pussy. It feels nice and we make intimate eye contact between deep kisses. Soon he is fucking me harder and I throw my head back and close my eyes, he kisses my neck and grabs hungrily at my full breasts.

Imperceptibly, the bed starts to creak with every thrust, slowly getting louder -- the sound transports me back to last weekend, when my student Alex fucked me to orgasm after orgasm in this very bed. Instead of making me feel bad, the memory fills my mind -- the feeling of his strange tongue in my mouth, his large cock filling me so completely, my hands on his taut body.

I feel my pussy gush with arousal and my boyfriend moans as the added lubrication engulfs his penis and I grab his ass to guide his thrusting. Out of nowhere I come hard, something that rarely happens with my boyfriend. This tips him straight over the edge and I felt him twitching within me, spurting inside the condom.

It's time for him to leave and he gets dressed and we go downstairs to say goodbye. He kisses me tenderly at my front door, and we make plans for seeing each other soon. We kiss one final time, deeply, his tongue pushing against mine, my head turned, eyes closed. Yet something made me open my eyes during the kiss and my heart lurched. He is standing watching us from across the road.

Standing nonchalantly in the doorway of the shop over the road, smiling. I panic and say a hurried goodbye to my boyfriend who turns and walks down the street. I instinctively wipe my mouth and look up at him. He waits until my boyfriend turns the corner and starts striding confidently across the street. I turn around and enter the stairwell of my flat and move to close the door.

I hesitate at the bottom of the stairs with my heart pounding. What does he want from me? I move to start to go up the stairs but then there is a gentle knock on the door. I can feel his intoxicating presence even through the frosted glass of the door. I open the door and tell him to come in quickly, in case my boyfriend sees him. I ask him what he wants -- he says he wants to talk. He looms over me in the entry hall, one of our neighbours walks down the stairs and acknowledges us as we stand in silence. I tell him we can talk upstairs in the kitchen.

I walk up ahead of him. Again I feel his eyes on my ass, this time barely hidden in short denim jeans. I'm not wearing a bra.

I offer him coffee and he accepts. The small talk is awkward. I don't know how I've let myself into this situation. I can't stop thinking about how this man made me feel, but my boyfriend left literally five minutes ago.

I occupy myself with the coffee machine, so lost in my thoughts I didn't hear him get up so I let out a stifled cry as he presses himself against me from behind... however, I do nothing to stop him as he kisses my neck and wraps his arms around me, his hard body pushing against me. I can feel his erection between my round buttocks.

As last time, he escalates too fast for me to even think; buttons are unfastened and his thick fingers are in my soaking pussy, betraying my desire and I stagger back against him. My body shudders as he brushes against my clit. God knows where my flatmates are this morning, they could come in at any moment.

"No... bedroom" I rasp.

Now I follow him, stupefied, into my bedroom. He kneels and eases me out of my shorts. I'm wearing a tight green T-shirt and my black panties, which are utterly wet. "Lie on the bed" is the instruction, and I obey as he closes the door.

He leans towards me and pulls off my panties. He lies down next to me, fully clothed. His imposing weight, his strange but familiar tongue; he kisses me passionately and I moan into his mouth as his fingers part my vagina and start to rub me.

My ass squirms on the bed and my hips buck involuntarily as he inserts a long finger inside me, a deep intake of breath indicates his delight at my wetness. Within minutes he is finger fucking me hard with two fingers and I have abandoned all sense of decorum, I don't give a fuck what my flatmates think of the rhythmic squelching as he drives me mercilessly towards orgasm, his fingers curved, riling my G-spot. I am out of control, the world is suddenly hazy and the noises of the street below, sex and our breathing seem distant.

I explode into a long, uncontrollable, convulsive orgasm. I've never felt anything like it -- I don't even know if I passed out. When I come to my senses, he's lying next to me, laughing, wiping his fingers on a towel. I need to please him.

My heart still pounding and my head still dizzy, I push him over onto his back and unfasten his belt and jeans methodically before pulling them off and casting them aside. His boxers are hideously warped by the massive bulge and the precum has left a large wet patch where the head of his cock strains against the fabric.

For what it's worth I tease him a little, running my fingers in the waistband, kissing his abdomen and thighs before slowly pulling the material down the side of his hips, revealing a long, thick, pink shaft -- I felt like I was tugging those boxers down forever before his majestic cock was free and it sprang up before my eyes. I knew he was bigger than my boyfriend but the direct comparison within the matter of a half hour or less, was so striking. He had shaved completely since last week and this made him look even more imposing.

I took him in my hands and stroked him, pulling back his uncut foreskin and marveling at the thick purple head. I recalled the feeling of him repetitively shooting his load into my mouth in the shower last week and I wanted to taste him again. My tongue traced his cock from base to tip and he ran his hands roughly through my dirty blonde hair.

I began sucking him, hungrily taking in as much of his rock-hard cock as I could, while stroking the base of his thick shaft with both hands. I sucked him passionately. Soon his cock was wet and slippery and I looked up at him, his eyes intently staring into my big blue eyes.

I sat up and slowly pulled up my T-shirt -- his hands rose to meet my breasts as soon as they were exposed and he rubbed my nipples between his finger and thumb. I wanted to kiss him, but, as I moved up his body my soft breasts fell either side of his erection and he moaned and moved his hips. I instinctively pushed my heavy breasts together and started to move up and down, his cock lubricated with my saliva sliding readily in my cleavage.

He panted excitedly - I seemed to have discovered a little fetish of his, and started to wank him steadily, feeling his straining erection throbbing between my breasts. I desperately wanted to make him launch his hot cum all over my chest and his stomach and I am sure he would have, had the intercom buzzer not suddenly shattered our lovemaking.

"I forgot my passport"

Fuck -- my boyfriend is downstairs and wants to be let in. I throw my green t-shirt back on and pull on my panties. The passport is on the fucking desk. Idiot. I hold my finger up to my lips to tell Alex to be quiet and rush downstairs.

I open the door and he's standing there, grinning stupidly. He is a bit shocked at my dishevelled appearance but takes his passport and turns to the taxi waiting for him. He stops and turns to look at me -- I'm a hot mess -- hair messed up from him guiding my cocksucking, erect nipples, panties on back to front. He steps towards me and kisses me lingeringly and I freeze. I've been sucking another man's cock for the last ten minutes and I must taste of him.

He steps away with a quizzical look and I turn into the stairwell. The taxi door slams and I close the door and compose myself. This is fucking insane. I will ask Alex to leave right now. I walk purposefully up the stairs, composed and committed.

I walk through the bedroom door. It smells of sex and he is lying there on my bed, completely naked, slowly stroking his huge, hard, beautiful cock, still wet from my ministrations. I open my mouth to tell him to leave but feel my pussy throbbing and my legs are weak and nothing comes out. I close the door and take off my clothes.

I step across the room -- he sits up to meet me but I push him down onto the bed and aggressively mount him, pushing his hands away as he tries to touch my face. I take his ridiculous, glorious cock in one hand and climb sideways onto it, lowering myself onto him in one move that makes us both gasp.

I fit him like a velvet glove. My eyes roll as he fills me -- this is what I want. I start to fuck him selfishly, riding him wildly. It is almost too much but I stay in control, moving my hips faster and faster. My hand drifts down to my clit and I start to bounce on him, every impalement makes me cry out in pleasure.

I am getting rapidly closer -- I put both hands on his taut chest and lean forward, fucking him hard and fast. He has given up on leading now, and he lies back and watches me; my breasts bouncing, my eyes locked on his and my moans getting louder.

I come so fucking hard, shouting out, my pussy gripping and releasing his cock which immediately responds. I feel him instantaneously get even harder, throbbing, he explodes inside me in strong twitching spurts, flooding me with his cum, spurting so hard it sprays outside onto his thighs and my ass. My heart thumps in my chest as I lean forward and collapse on him, sobbing. We lie together, drenched in sweat and cum, entwined.

It is only minutes later that I recover enough to notice the rhythmic slapping noise coming from behind me and I turn to see my boyfriend, standing in the doorway, hard cock in hand, sending ropes of cum all over the wooden floor.