Monday, 23 January 2017

A holiday romance (back in the day)

It was 1990, she was from Germany, we met on a holiday to Corfu. We went with friends, met on our first night and enjoyed a 'whirlwind' romance. After a few letters and one Christmas card, I never heard from her again.

Oh well, such is life.






Monday, 16 January 2017

A reader, enjoying herself...

Seems like she's reading something that's pushing all the right buttons!


If you'd like to get some equal enjoyment, could I remind you that those lovely folks at Puppet Press have taken three of my short stories and put them together in a wonderful, slim little paperback (with cover art by me).

I'm thrilled with it and I hope that if you take a chance on it, you'll enjoy them too!


If you're interested - and no worries if you're not - the book can be purchased from Lulu.com at http://www.lulu.com/shop/peter-morgan/fun-with-christina/paperback/product-21206716.html

Monday, 9 January 2017

Tania (a photo-shoot)

I was booked to do a lingerie shoot (another invitation courtesy of my links with the Photography Group) and Tania was one of the models (we were at a very plush hotel in the heart of Northampton, which is always nice!).  She was a lovely girl and we got talking and she mentioned about building up a portfolio.  A little after this, I went to the loo and saw how great the toilets were, suggested it as a location to her and hey presto, we were on!

Thanks to Tania, for the great shoot and also for allowing me to post the pictures up here!




Monday, 2 January 2017

A bang to the New Year!

For New Years, we went to a party at Christina’s friend Angela’s house.  You might remember her as the host of the party where I muff-dived Christina outside, which turned back of us on no end!  So it was with some measure of excitement that I went.

The party was great, we had a good time and a little drunk and by the time the cab dropped us off after 3 in the morning, we were randy and tipsy and ready to see 2014 in ‘in style’!

I led Christina into the bedroom and she fell onto the bed, on her back and gave me a seductive, come-hither look.

I was only too happy to oblige. I got on the bed on all fours, over her and grabbed the edge of her top, quickly pulling it over her head. She was wearing plain white lingerie – t-shirt bra and high cut knickers, but I left them until later, kissing her again. Slowly, I moved up to her neck, then along her collarbone and down.  I kissed the warm, soft skin of her tits then pulled her bra up, her nipples immediately hard. I licked and sucked each one, making her groan and she put her hand on the back of my head, keeping it there.

After a few moments, I shifted my mouth from one nipple to the other and as I swirled my tongue on her, she was almost purring. I moved further back, kissing down to her stomach and dipping my tongue into her belly button, which made her squirm. I reached her knickers and slid them over her thighs.  She lifted her legs for me and I brushed my lips against her toes as she put her feet above my head.  I pulled her knickers off and tossed them behind me.

Her pussy was exposed and glistening and I could smell her, which aroused me even more.  We locked eyes and I smiled at her, putting my hands on her knees and pushing her legs apart.  I bent forward and blew softly on her pussy, making her shiver, then put my mouth over it and sucked.  She let out a stuttering moan, arching her back as if trying to push herself deeper into me. I sucked on her clitoris and swirled my tongue over it, grazing it ever so slightly with my teeth before moving back down to her slit. I pushed my tongue in as far as it would go, savouring her taste and swallowing it down and she was almost panting now. I moved my tongue faster, concentrating on her clit, harder and harder until she began to breathe more heavily.

Seeing and hearing her so close to completion only made me increase my activity. I worked her pussy with everything I could think of to make her feel good and when she moved her legs, draping them over my shoulders, I could feel her calves quivering. I kept going, faster and faster until she came with a loud, sharp gasp and her whole body seemed to tighten, the muscles in her legs bunching up and squeezing my head lightly.

She was spent and breathing heavily, so I let her legs slide off my shoulders and laid next to her. I was about to ask if she was okay, when she threw her arms around me and began smothering me with kisses. She kissed me ferociously, passionately, rolling on top of me. She finally broke the kisses with “I want you in me now, Pete..” Her eyes were alight, her voice husky.

”Whatever you say,” I said, between kisses.

Her hands were suddenly undoing my belt and then she pulled my zip down.  I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it away.  Christina pushed my trousers down in one swift movement and I helped her.  She left my boxers on and straddled my knees, reaching for my cock. I was as hard as rock, aching for her touch and I moaned when she stroked me through the fabric. She pulled the waistband of the boxers up gently until my cock popped free, they were were off and I was as naked as she was.

She wrapped her fingers around my cock and began to pump it slowly, running her hands up and down. I groaned, putty in her hands. She kissed the tip of my cock then opened her mouth and licked the underside. Just as she was about to take me in her mouth, I held her arm.

“I’m so fucking horny,” I said, “I don’t want to cum in your mouth. Let me fuck you.”

“But I want to give you a blowjob.”

“I know,” I said and reached down, to massage her clit. She closed her eyes, lost to everything and moved herself until she was straddling my hips. I held my cock up and it brushed against her pussy lips, making us both gasp.

She eased herself down, slowly and gently, until she was resting on my hips, my cock completely swallowed up by her pussy.

"Oh God, that feels so good,” she whispered.

She began to rock her hips up and down, building up speed, until she was literally bouncing on my cock. She was gasping and groaning with every thrust I made, consumed with pleasure. I gripped her hips and we worked out a wonderful, pleasurable, powerful rhythm, with me pounding into her. Her tits jumped as she moved and I grabbed at them, pulling on her nipples as we picked up the pace.

She bent at the waist, still working her hips, to kiss me on the lips. The sound of her groin hitting mine was wonderful and I ran my hands up and down her back, still thrusting hard into her.

She was panting now. "Oh, I’m going to cum.”

“Do it, cum for me.”

She sat up and I kept my left hand on her tit, playing with her nipple and slid the thumb of my right hand between, the add extra friction to her clit.  She threw her head back, crying out with pleasure. A red blush spread across her chest and her pussy walls gripped my cock tightly but I kept thrusting hard. 

A few moments later she reached back to caress my balls and that was it, with a shout I came in her, emptying my balls into her flexing pussy.  She rode me until I was done and then laid on me, kissing my lips and cheek, still breathing heavily.

“Wow,” she said, “that was a fuck.”

“Yeah, happy new year.”

She giggled and rolled off me, my cock sliding out of her pussy with a wet sound.  She laid next to me, an arm draped over my chest, her nipples still hard as they pressed into my side.

“Yes,” she said, “happy new year Pete.”


Friday, 30 December 2016

Happy New Year!

I just want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who's popped along to this blog over the past year and more, who's commented or bought my writing or sent me pictures of their lady fiends - thank you and 'Happy New Year'!

Christina & I will be out tonight, I expect drinking, dancing and debauchery!  I hope that whatever you're doing, you have a great time and I look forward to posting more adventures in 2017!

Monday, 19 December 2016

A sexy Christmas Do!

As per usual, my firm didn't do anything for Christmas this year - not that I particularly wanted to go anywhere with my managers - so I went for a meal with my colleagues and we had a good time.  Christina's place, as they normally do, really pushed the boat out and we had a cracking time.

They took over a ballroom in a hotel near the centre of town, a subsidised bar, great food and a brilliant disco.  We had a great time, dancing harder than we had in Barcelona though there wasn't a chance to get away with anything much more than a fumble.

On the other hand, there was some cracking totty there (other companies had rented out other rooms) and I managed to photograph a few of them, just for you dear reader.

I hope you and yours have a lovely and safe Christmas!

Enjoy!

 I have no idea who these people are but the lady on the left is showing a nice bit of leg!

 Christina's boss and his partner, who had enormous tits.

 These two ladies apparently work in HR.  Friendly place...

 Mmmm, Christmas boobs from Christina!

 She definitely didn't work for the company but I wish I could have seen more of her!


One of the bar staff - very sexy!

It wouldn't be Christmas without a kiss under the mistletoe, would it?

Monday, 12 December 2016

Ladies, playing with themselves...

I found a Tumblr account the other day, which is full of gifs featuring girls playing with themselves, which is a sight I could never grow tired of.  Since we all love gifs and it's always a treat to see ladies jilling themselves off, I thought I'd post some on the blog.
 
So here we are, ladies wanking...
 
Enjoy!
 


 

Monday, 5 December 2016

Rachel has a wank

It had been a long day and the only thing that had got her through it was the thought of frigging herself off.  The long meetings, the emails to me that got more heated as the hours passed, the drive home.

Rachel dumped her coat and shoes, slipped off her skirt and went straight into the lounge.  She sat on the sofa, spread her legs and let her hand trail down from her chest and across her belly.  When she reached her crotch she gently started to rub herself through her knickers. She made wide circles to get her juices flowing before her clit got hard and she began to gently rub that through the material.  Rather than go any further with her pussy right now she slowly undid her blouse.  She didn’t take her bra off but pulled her tits free of it, making them stand proud.

Pinching her nipples hard she began to squeeze and roll them between her thumb and forefinger. Grabbing her breasts she squeezed and played with them, feeling the wetness build between her legs.  It was as though someone was tickling her inside and by now her clit was swollen and crying out to be touched.

Pulling aside her wet knickers, she ran her hand over the outside of her lips and brushed her clit, sending an electrical charge through herself.  She ran her fingertip between her lips so that she touched her clit a little harder whenever she passed it but still not hard enough to bring her to orgasm. Lying back, her legs spread as wide as they would go, she pushed her fingers into her slit deeper now.  They hit her clit harder and she began to rub it.  Her breathing quickened and she squeezed her nipples and she finger fucked herself.

She used her her index and middle finger of her left hand to spread her lips wide, exposing her clit so that she could really go for it.  It didn’t take her long until she’d reached the point of no return and as she felt herself tip, she rammed her fingers into her pussy.  It clenched around them as she shuddered and let her orgasm wash over her, the day's tension flowing out of her body.


Monday, 28 November 2016

Diane at the Photography Group

We had a new model at the Photography Group last week and she was very nice.  It was a great session, with plenty of interaction and some images came out of it.

We got talking afterwards and I told her about my blog - it just slipped out, as they say.  She went away, had a look at it and sent me an email tonight saying that she'd be happy to have her pictures published on it.

I've hidden her identity, as ever, but anyone is interested in a good, professional model in the Northampton area, email me at petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass your details on to her.


I love underarms and the way this pose stretches the breasts (and gives that lovely little dimple). I also think Diane has a fantastic belly!


Nice boobs and a better angle of that gorgeous belly!

Monday, 21 November 2016

In the kitchen with Christina

I’d spent the weekend at Christina’s place and we’d have a lovely, if somewhat dirty time.  Every opportunity we had to steal a kiss or a grope had been taken and this behaviour was just winding the pair of us up more and more.

On Sunday morning, her friend Karen dropped in unexpectedly for a coffee.  I’d met her two or three times in the past and whilst there wasn’t anything I could put my finger on, we just didn’t seem to hit it off particularly well.  We were polite and friendly but that was about it, though I tried to rise above it all for Christina’s sake.

I’d just had a shower and was coming down the stairs, clad in my boxers and a dressing gown, when Karen arrived.  Christina led her into the lounge, smiled at me as I walked down the stairs and then went into the kitchen.  I poked my head around the lounge door, said a quick hello and made polite small-talk with Karen for a minute or so and then headed into the kitchen.

Christina was standing at the hob with her back to me, reading the paper as she waited for the kettle to boil.  I stood in the doorway, simply looking at - and admiring - her.  She was wearing green shorts and a t-shirt, what she wore in bed and I knew that her nipples - if hard - would be clearly visible through the thin material.  I felt myself begin to get hard and adjusted my robe, idly wondering just how long I had before the kettle stopped and Karen might be able to hear me.

I crept into the room and Christina didn’t realise I was there until I was two or three steps away.  I circled my arms around her belly, leaned in close and kissed her neck.

“Morning,” she said, “do you want some coffee?”

“Morning,” I replied, “and no, I want more of you.”

She turned, pressed herself against me and reached down to touch my cock through the robe.  “So you do, it seems.  And what were you after?”

I laughed.  “Whatever I can get?”

“Not much,” she said, leaning closer and still rubbing my cock.  Her lips brushed mine.  “You saw that Karen’s here.”

“So how about a snog?”

We kissed, pressing against each other and I cupped her tits through her t-shirt.  The whole thing felt fucking fantastic.

“You’re terrible,” she said.

“I try, but you turn me on so much, I don’t know how else to behave.”

She smiled.  “I don’t mind, just don’t embarrass Karen making too much noise.”

“Fine,” I said, “I won’t.  Turn around.”

“What are you going to do?”

“You’ll find out, just turn around.”

She did as I asked and I wrapped my arms around her again.  I slid my right hand between her legs over her shorts and moved my left hand up, over her belly, her chest and her nipples.  They sprang to attention instantly.

I started to rub her clit through her shorts and she leaned her head back on my shoulder, moaning quietly.  I slid my hand under the waistband of her shorts and loved the fact that her pussy was already damp.

“Bend over the worktop,” I said and she did it straight away.  I pulled her short down a little, rubbing my hands over her arsecheeks gently.  I crouched down slightly and slipped my hand between her legs.  She leaned forward, her hands flat against the worktop.

I moved to her side and made a V of my fingers, rubbing her outer lips without penetrating her at all.  “Do you want me rub your pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to finger-fuck your pussy even though you can’t make a sound because of Karen?  Would you like that?”  As I’d hoped, the dirty talk was getting her going.  She nodded her head, gasped out a yes.  “Then don’t move, stay bent over like this and I’ll rub your clit until you cum.  Do you want that?”

“Mm-hmm,” she half-said, half-moaned.

I put my left hand on the small of her back and my right hand in between her legs.  My palm covered her pussy while the tips of my fingers rested on her clit.  I began to rub it gently, in a circular movement and carried on until she started to moan.  Then I pumped my hand hard against her pussy, the palm running back and forth across her lips whilst my fingers played on her clit.

“Oh, yeah, just like that, keep doing that.”  Christina spread her legs a little more, so I started rubbing a bit harder until I was really pumping her, my hand getting slick with her juices.  I grabbed her left tit, playing with her nipple and she moved back, sticking her arse out.  She looked so fucking sexy, I dipped my head to lick at the top of her bum-crack.

I tried to get everything moving in unison, my palm and fingers on her pussy and clit, my fingers on her nipple and my tongue playing at the top of her buttocks.  Her breath quickened, her tits heaving and I rubbed harder, with gusto, as she neared her orgasm, her pussy dripping.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she gasped, “oh, I’m cumming.”

Although I slowed the pace and let go of her nipple, I massaged her pussy as she came until she was squirming at my touch, as wet as fuck.  I was glad the kettle was rattling on, as I was sure that Karen would have been able to hear the squelching.

It took Christina a moment to get her breath back and when she turned slowly to face me, she still had a slightly spaced out look in her eyes.  She kissed me gently and rubbed my cock through the robe, then dropped to her knees.

She opened the dressing gown and my cock sprang to attention through the fly.  She smiled and put her hands on my chest, then hotched forward slightly.  She kissed from the inside of my left knee up to my waist, across my belly - just avoiding the head of my cock - and then down to my right knee.  She moved up slightly, breathing over my cock and making it bob and kissed my belly button.  Her fingers played with my nipples.  I leaned back against the worktop, trying so hard not to make any noise.

“Are you ready?” she asked, looking up at me through her eyelashes.

“Oh yes.”

She licked her lips, bent forward and licked around the head of my cock.  Then, without warning, she slipped my cock deep into her mouth and cupped my balls with her right hand as her head bobbed up and down.

“Show me your tits,” I said and without removing my cock from her mouth, she used one hand to lift up her t-shirt.  From this angle, everything about her looked great but her tits were out of this world.

She let my cock slide out of her mouth and, spreading her tongue, began to lick up and down the shaft, playing with my balls all the time.

“How are we going to do this?” I said.

Christina looked up and me and frowned.

“The kettle’s almost done and we can’t even have a quickie with Karen in the lounge but with this view and the feeling of you working me over, I’m going to be cumming soon.”

She stopped licking my cock long enough to say, “How about you cum on my tits?” before smirking and then taking my cock back into her mouth.

I wanted to moan and groan and make some noise like I normally did, but having to be quiet, having to pretend this wasn’t happening, but making the whole thing more erotic.  I let myself go, not needing to keep going, but willing and able to let the moment hit me.

She stopped sucking my cock but kept it close to her mouth, wrapping the fingers of her left hand around it tight, wanking me hard.  She put out her tongue and ran it over the tip of my cock, her hand getting faster and tighter with each stroke.

I watched her, the blur of her hand, the quick flicks of her tongue, her tits wobbling with the motion and it was too much.

“I’m going to cum,” I hissed and she moved into a squatting position, so that my cock was level with her chest.  Her tits shook with her movement and I watched her nipples, transfixed by the sheer beauty of them.

“Cum on me,” she said, “cum on my tits.”

The moment was coming, getting there quicker and quicker, watching her and feeling her fingers on my cock and rubbing my balls.

“I’m there,” I gasped and started cumming, the first jet of spunk hitting her left breast squarely just about the nipple.  She kept moving her hand, pointing my cock at her other tit, wanting some of the cum on there.  She didn’t stop wanking me and I was trying really hard not to make a sound, but it was tough, watching my spunk paint her chest.

The kettle clicked off and I bit into my fist until I wasn’t cumming any more and she finished wanking me.  Christina leaned forward and she kissed and licked my cock thoroughly until it started to go soft.

She stood up, cupping her tits and admiring the cum smeared over them.  “Now that was dirty,” she whispered.

“It was.”

She pulled a sheet of kitchen roll free and wiped most of my spunk away, then let her t-shirt fall down.  “I think a shower might be in order,” she said.

“What about Karen?”

“Oh you and I will go and sit with Karen for a drink and it’ll be our dirty little secret.”  She grinned and got cups from the cupboard.  “What do you think?”