I had never done anything as remotely sexually outrageous as this before.....................
(I was kneeling on a cream, thick pile carpet. I was naked. My blonde, shoulder-length hair was all over the place and was tumbling over my arms on which I was resting my face. My mouth was open as were my legs. He was holding my hips and was kneeling up straight as he rammed his cock in and out of me. He made me cum nice and slowly and then did it again as he spurted into my waiting cunt.
I was on my back in a narrow single bed. I was naked. My blonde, shoulder-length hair was all over the place and was tumbling onto my bare shoulders. My mouth was open as were my legs. He was between them and was firmly lodged inside me with his back bent so his mouth could reach my small, pink nipples and b cup breasts. My legs were wrapped round his waist as he rammed his cock in and out of me. He made me cum very quickly as he spurted into the black, slightly ridged condom.)
..................that is being fucked by two different men in a three hour period!
*
DD my longer-term, married, forty five year old lover was about to try yet another reconciliation with his flat-chested bitch of a wife. We had been having what we called our 'possible swansong' fuck. We had been having them every six months or so for the five years of our affair. Although, we both had no doubt that we loved each other, we both knew there was nothing longer-term in our relationship than sex. I knew he would never leave his wife, who we called the bitch, for that would mean leaving his children too; it's impossible for a man to get even decent visitation rights let alone custody of children when he runs off with a twenty four year old bimbo as I appeared to be! Also, although I much prefer older men, I am very aware that there is quite a different appeal when I am in my mid-twenties and he is in his mid-forties than when I am in my mid-forties and he's in his sixties!
DD and I had never been that worried about the other going with others, after all he had to fuck the bitch from time to time and he wanted to during their reconciliations. So I had boy-friends as young women do. Some fucked me, some didn't. Generally they were around my age or a little older and as generally they were not that good in bed. Certainly nowhere near as adept as DD and the couple of other older 'boy' friends I'd had. It was hard to put my finger on why they weren't. Partly I wasn't that comfortable with them out of bed. Talking about football, the latest songs and recording artists and the like never really did it for me. In bed they lacked the patience and the slow build-up that older, more experienced men were able to adopt, I liked that style. Although there was some appeal about the way younger guys hardly seemed to go soft, could become erect almost on demand and could 'service' me many times in an evening, they tended to think more about their needs than mine, unlike older guys.
Jason is an actor. Bearing in mind that there is over ninety per cent unemployment in the business, by actor standards he is quite successful. He has had numerous walk on parts in TV soaps, has had minor speaking parts in Casualty, larger ones in the dreadful daytime series Doctors and he has been in several films and a few plays in rep. On top of that and where he makes his money, he does loads of voice overs for ads, owns a training company that produces videos and designs role-plays and he teaches voice projection at the stage school I attend. That's how I got to know him.
Jason and I had become a 'number' a month or so ago. Although I had no desire to become an actor I had to take many of the classes that the prospective actors attended. I was far more interested in script writing, producing and directing and that was where I hoped to develop my career.
"You need to take a very deep breath" Jason had said to me as I stood in the fairly small room with the six other students, four male and two female taking the personal projection module.
"Yes that's right" he said smiling his gaze focusing on my chest watching my small boobs stick out more as I sucked air in expanding my lungs and by extension my tits. I caught his eye as he said. "Hold it right there Sam, hold your breath" just as I had breathed in as much as I could, which, of course, meant my boobs were as emphasised as they could be. "Now breath out slowly and repeat the breathing in and holding it, count to thirty."
That had been the start. We flirted a bit, had a drink after classes a couple of times and then went out to dinner. He kissed me in an alleyway in Bloomsbury near to the college and round the back of the British museum. It was a warm night and I was wearing a very short denim skirt and a light sweater. My legs were bare. He pushed me back against a wall, crushed my breasts against his chest and thrust his very obvious erection into my stomach. We kissed hard and deep with both our tongues plundering the other's mouth. It was fun, exciting and highly arousing. I was very much up for it and felt an added thrill because we were out of doors and there was an element of danger.
His hand ran up and down the outside of my leg a few times then enquiringly slid just up inside the hem of my skirt. I didn't move or do anything to suggest that he should stop; why should I for I didn't want him to. He got the message and his hand quickly slid up my skirt right on to the bare skin of my bum cheek; I wasn't commando, but was wearing a thong. He squeezed, stroked and rubbed me all the time slowly moving down my cheek and inwards to between my legs. It was very arousing. I kissed him harder and slid my hand down to squeeze the outline of his erection inside his jeans. He unzipped himself.
"Get it out" he whispered shoving his other hand up my sweater and right onto my right tit. It felt lovely as did the sensations from his hand on my breast. I got his cock out and whispered.
"You sure about this? Just imagine the News of the World headlines. Soap star caught fucking his student."
"Probably make me more bankable" he laughed using a term that may well have been apt for a star, but not for a bit player like him, but I had learned they all had their dreams.
Although he wanted to, I didn't let him fuck me. Instead we brought each other off with our hands and fingers.
*
That was the start of my fling with Jason.
At the time I was sharing a flat with two other girls in Crouch End, north London. Time by myself to 'entertain' Jason was limited so most of our sex was at his house in Muswell Hill. He'd explained that when his mum and dad split up the family home had been sold and three houses had been bought; one for dad, one for mum and one for him. 'Must have been some family home' I couldn't help thinking!'
Jason's house was also in Muswell Hill a mile or so from his father Michael's. They got on well, seeing each other quite often, playing golf together most weeks and helping each other cope with life as men on their own. Jason had a dog that Michael looked after most of the time and either of them would walk. Although he had retired from his position with BP as a Project Manager, Michael did some consultancy work in the oil industry. Most of this was in the UK, but occasionally he had to go overseas which where he had spent most of his career. That, as far as I could make out from Jason, was the reason for the break up in their marriage.
"Mum just got fed up of being alone and ran off with her toy boy" he half jokingly told me one day.
I stayed with Jason quite often. He was generally busy usually with his training company so two or three days a week I would go to his house from college. I would make dinner of some form or the other although I'm not much of a cook so take-aways featured more frequently than they probably should. A typical evening would be me getting to the house around five, Jason coming home sevenish, when we would have a quick fuck before dinner. After dinner we would go to a local pub and then back to his house to sleep with each other.
Jason seemed to be almost insatiable. He was always up for sex and recovered amazingly quickly. Many times he had me three four or even five times in an afternoon and evening. The quantity was wonderful, but the speed with which he climaxed and his somewhat uncaring attitude about fulfilling my needs, which I have found to be fairly common amongst younger guys, was a little off-putting. That said I enjoyed my sex with him, but did hanker for more languid and slow-paced lovemaking with more foreplay and attention to ensuring my satisfaction. But hey a girl can't complain when she has a guy who wants to fuck her every time he sees her can she?
Jason was running a training course in Edinburgh and was away for a just over a week.
"Would you mind staying at the house a couple of nights Sam?" He had asked explaining that Michael would be looking after Westy the dog, but had to go away on business for a day or so.
I was happy to have the relative luxury and certainly peacefulness of his house as opposed to the madhouse of the flat I was sharing with some other girls in Crouch End. So on the Sunday I slept with Westy the Golden Retriever dog!
"It's very kind of you Sammi" Michael said on the Monday when he phoned to say he was home and I said I would walk Westy home.
I strolled across the heath and past a small group of trees where Jason and I had had sex a couple of times. I was wearing the same denim mini skirt that I had on the night he and I jerked each other off behind the British Museum, with a tightish white blouse with buttons up the front. Several of the buttons at the top and the bottom, which was outside the skirt, were undone, but those across my boobs were done up, so I was decen, but a bit revealing, something else that I had taken to recently; near flashing. I was wearing flip flops so my long, for my height tanned legs were shown off nicely. It was a warm and humid evening, not really one for dog walking and I was hot and a little bothered when I arrived at Michael's house. If I wasn't such a lady I would have been sweating, but as I am, I was glistening!
I was grateful then when he asked me in for a drink.
"Would you like a drink, drink Sammi or something cool, a lemonade or soft drink, or both?" He asked smiling.
"Oh let's go wild and have both" I laughed.
"Ok a lemonade starter followed by a white wine if I remember from Sunday. Cold and dry right?"
"Yes spot on that sounds lovely Michael thanks."
Although he must be well into his fifties Michael looked fit. He was over six feet tall and slim with a very upright posture. He had brown, neatly cut hair that was on the long side, but not of too youthful a style. He had a permanent tan that came from year round twice-a-week golf including frequent trips to the top courses in Spain and Portugal. He was very bright and seemed to know something about nearly everything, but wasn't cocky or arrogant. Unlike many men with his son's friends he didn't try to be 'young like them' and consequently came across as being quite cool and very together. I'd met him several times here and at Jason's mainly handing over Westy
"Shall we sit outside?" He asked in his deep, velvet toned voice.
"Sure that would be nice."
We chatted quite easily mainly of course about his son Jason, but occasionally he mentioned his ex wife, the job he had with BP and how he had to shoulder some of the blame for the Deepwater Horizon oil rig explosion in the Gulf of Mexico.
"Why is that?" I asked being both interested and horrified at the same time.
"Well I was one of the PMs who oversaw the assembly of the rig in Rotterdam."
"What's a PM?"
"Project Manager."
"Oh ok and they built the rig in Holland?"
"No just some of it, the rest was done in Houston and Galveston."
