I came home after football practice – or “soccer” – to those who give a shit about it. I was tired, sweaty and had one shin badly raked by spikes in a tight tackle gone wrong. Don’t fret; I absolutely hammed the fucker who did it to me about 15 minutes later.
I half limped over to the fridge to see what I might snack for supper. Nothing worth eating, perhaps a takeaway curry later? We’ll see, not too hungry at the moment anyway. Nothing on the telly either, and my girlfriend has been away visiting her mother in Cardiff. Slightly bored, I was, so what was a 21 year old feller to do? As I hadn’t had any action (other than footy) for days, an answer to this burning question was not very far away.
I peeled off my guernsey, lay on the bed and fired up my laptop. You know what I had in mind just as well as I did.
Searching for the right kind of porn is more of an art than a science. If you pick the wrong kind it can ruin a good wank. Sometimes it can look good in the beginning and take a wrong turn just before the vinegar stroke. I like the amateur stuff, meself. The professional glamour tarts are not for me, it looks all too fake for my liking. I like the ordinary girl next store type – she doesn’t have to be super-hot or gorgeous either, she just has to look pretty and be real. I’m not a bad looking lad meself, footy training gives you a hard bod, after all, but I’m not a head turner by any stretch. I want a real women in my bed, a real women just like my Kathy. Right now I was as horney as fuck and wanted me some of that special filth that only a real women can deliver. Know wot I mean? You can stick the fake moans and shit and put it where the sun don’t shine.
I searched for ten whole minutes, which is a long time when you are fanging for a tug. At last I found what I was looking for. Some chick had posted a 14 minute vid of herself tickling her fancy. That’s the ticket, especially as I was about to do the same thing to myself. She was pretty, a bit skinny p’haps? She was about the same age as me. The thing is, she looked like she might have worked is a record shop, or something. Somebody who was really real and somebody I might have even flirted with at some point. Even with Kathy, I flirt a bit with the ladies. It does no harm and helps spread the cheer, you got me? Course I’d never do it in front of my best girl, you understand? It’s all about respect, isn’t it? But for porn, this girl had it all.
I watched her set up the scene perfectly; she was fully dressed in grey and pink panamas and sort of turning down the bed, fussing about and that sort of thing. The very ordinariness was turning me the fuck on. She even fiddled with her long hair, putting it into a pony tail. That was doing strange things to me neither regions. At the point where she got a purple vibrator out of a drawer I slipped out of my shorts and briefs (as my footy jumper was already off) and settled back in the raw to watch my show.
I really could use a shower, I thought as I lifted one arm and caught a wiff from my pit. It was a good fresh sweat smell though, as opposed to a stale sweaty smell, if you understand me? The kind of smell that makes the lasses go a bit gooie down below. There is a big difference in a sweat. The girl on the screen removed her pyjama top and she had very cute boobs indeed. My todger woke up and said “hello”.
My cock is not enormous. I hadn’t measured it since I was a lad, but when I last did it was about six and a half inches. It may not have been massive, but I’d had no complaints from the ladies, especially when ploughing them. My Kathy couldn’t keep her hands off it at any rate, the saucy minx.
The girl on the screen dropped her drawers and I saw her pretty little muff. It were trimmed and dark and I could see myself diving in and even go for seconds. My cock got proper hard and pointed at my belly like it were accusing it of something evil. A close up of the girls little muff showing her lips spread like petals moved my hand to my dick like it was on remote control and I wasn’t even aware of it.
But first rule of a good wank – lube, lots of good quality lube.
I got some lube from my bedroom drawer and applied a good about on my todger and some more on my left hand (yes, I’m “wrong-handed”). I began to get down to serious business on my cock on long slow motions. My 21 year old cock almost growled with approval. Especially when I remembered that the last time I used this lube was four days before when it helped me go deep into my girl’s pretty and tight bum. Kathy is partial to a bit of backside action every so often as am I. What she can do with that little brown-eyed hole doesn’t bear thinking about. Once she even “winked” me off, which shows her talents in a particular light.
Anyway, Jesus wept, the girl on the screen had applied her purple toy to the whole vaginal area in a swirling motion and unconsciously my left hand was rubbing my hardness in perfect time with her. She was really getting into it, you can always tell by the eyes. A girl can control a lot of things about her body, particularly her twat, but not the eyes, the eyes are indeed windows to the soul.
The girl was sitting on the bed pleasuring herself, she was also speaking to the camera about some rubbish, but as the vibrator was going all out like a lawnmower I could quite make out what she was saying. I did see her little anus now and again as she rolled about and I liked what I saw, because further lube was unnecessary as my cock decided to produce its own. My dick was hard and now super slick and I was enjoying the hell out of it. Something was missing though and I had a brain wave. I got off the bed and went to the laundry hamper and dug into it like a madman. After scattering clothes all over the floor I found what I was looking for: a pair of my Kathy’s blue cotton underpants. It had a tweetybird on the front, but that’s not what attracted my interest. It was something more invisible. The last time Kathy wore these we had come back from a long bicycle ride together. These panties contained more of her womanly essence than any other piece fabric in the universe.
Let me tell you, I adore the scent of that women’s cunt. And after going for a long bike ride – let’s not kid ourselves, allows a lot of vaginal “soakage”. I wish I could describe what it does to me. I suppose that a lot of women reading this would be repelled? All I can say, that if a man doesn’t absolutely adore your cunt, ladies, you better have another look at him because you can’t change who you are and your fanny deserves worship like the precious jewel it is.
So, there I sat, watching this pretty girl getting closer to her destination whilst I stroked my hard cock with one hand and breathed the very life force of my Kathy from the crotch of her soiled knickers. All the times I ate Kathy’s delightful pussy can racing to my brain. The girl on the screen got on all fours showing her rump and worked the vibrator from behind. At no time did it enter her body apart from the accidental slip during her pleasure. My left hand kept time with her and Kathy’s pussy scent drove me nearly insane. If she were with me right now I would take her savagely, and just the way she loved it. Pants down and me inside her while she was still dressed. Kathy really loves sudden attacks, although I prefer slower foreplay. We try and mix it up.
Before long I would tell that the girl on the screen was moving to a point of no return. She flipped onto her back and opened her legs wider. The purple vibrator was now half entering her vulva. I was stroking myself hard but also trying to hold on. You know when you can sense something good was about to happen? My head was so full of Kathy’s cunt scent that I could hardly breathe.
Then it happened. The girl snapped her knees shut but her vagina remained on full display. She was falling into orgasm. She had forgotten about the camera and had forgotten about pretty much everything. As she started to cum, her head – which was almost invisible at this point because the fun part of her was framing the shot – was rocking side to side and her ponytail was flapping about. My cock began to enter the point of no return too. I bunched Kathy’s panties into my face for the final inhale.
Do you want to know the sight that pushed me over the edge? The girl on the screen was lost in quivers, but that wasn’t it. What did it was her beautiful star of an arsehole began contracting with every wave of pleasure. Winking at me, as it were! Her pussy was contracting over and over again, and with each contraction her little bumhole squeezed with ecstasy. Seeing that started the forces inside me. As my handed moved up and down blind to everything else, my hard wet penis started pumping hot jets of hot sperm all over my belly. Because I hadn’t seen action of any kind for a few days, it was thick like – almost globules of cum – if you can picture it? It was a right sticky mess and all over my belly and right up my chest.
There I lay, wet and sticky and thinking of a hot shower (and starting to get hungry to boot) when my cell phone went off. Blimey, I’d finished not a moment too soon. I dropped Kathy’s knickers on the bed and awkwardly answered the phone with my clean but clumsy right hand. It was the lady herself, my ever-loving Girlfriend Kathy Bridget Evans, the Cardiff Queen.
“Heyya Beautiful”, I said.
“Hi Spunky”, she said with unknowing accuracy.
“”What are you up to, Pet?”, She asked.
So, I told her.
I told her the entire thing down to the very last detail – including the part that she played in the little game by providing her dirty and delightfully smelly knickers.
“You dirty little bastard”, she said sweetly. “I was just about to do similar meself. Mam is out shopping in the High Street and I’m left all alone with my own filthy thoughts and the handle of a hair brush”, she said. “Do us a favour, my love? Send me a link to that video you watched?”, she asked.
“Will do, Pet”, I said and noticed my badly raked shin bone for what seemed like the very first time. “Can you wait a tic? I better have a shower first”.
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