belly

Well, every now and then we still have sex - It's never all that mind blowing but it's good enough, but the daft thing is that it only really happens when he's drunk, otherwise he's too sensible to "go there" I guess - So he was drunk after a bucks night and out of the blue I got a call, it was Belly wondering what I was doing - I replied that I wasn't doing anything, that I was going to sleep - He told me he was drunk (No! Really?) and wanted an escape from the bucks night since they'd started drinking at 8:30 that morning on a fishing boat and, needless to say, dear Belly was off chops - So I told him to come over, having no intention of having sex with him, knowing very well that he would try his best, and that, my friends, is exactly what happened.

He made himself at home, sprawled out on my bed and stripped off his shirt and pants down to just his boxers - This didn't bother me in the slightest - Belly and I are good friends, same as always except now we are exes too, and we don't mind occasionally shagging each other, it doesn't seem to complicate anything - So he stroked me all over while he was murmuring half slurred things and I gave him a good whack whenever he approached the No Go Zones and he laughed and tried somewhere else, eventually got the message, anyway I was enjoying refusing him any pleasure, and we slept all cosy and cuddled and he put little kisses on my neck and face.

It was the night after that I gave in - We spent the day at the beach and I went back to his place afterward for a drink and to choose some CDs to burn - A friend came over and brought more drinks, before I knew it I'd had three ciders and Belly had gone to bed, invited me in there but I refused and told him I would use the spare - He was quietly snoring when I opened his door and flashed his light on and off to wake him and ask if I could use his toothbrush and of course he said yes but then he peeled back his doona and gestured for me to join him, I declined and brushed my teeth, opened his door again and ran in and straddled him and giggled and put my face up close to his, pretending I was going to kiss him, then I just laughed and jumped off, turned off the light, closed the door and reclined on the couch.

I heard him calling my name but ignored him - So simple is the brain of the male, so easy to predict - Soon enough the door opened and he strutted out, naked, led by an angsty erection, came over to me and looked at me, grinning, and I told him to go back to bed - He did - But not for long - Came out minutes later, this time wearing a towel, and fell down on me as I was lying there on the couch in a denim mini skirt and a loose black top - He just hugged me, he's good at hugs because he's chunky, and soon he was subtly undulating on top of me, I just told him to forget it, it wasn't going to happen.

Slight memory hole here - The next thing I clearly recall is sitting up on the arm of the couch, taking off my top, taking off my bra and flinging it to the floor, leaving on my skirt, and touching my pussy with my finger - He kept his eyes on me, my tits, my hand at its game, kept trying to touch me but I would just laugh and slap his hand and say No! You watch. He took the towel off and sat there rubbing his dick, but I didn't like that either, I wanted him to suffer a little, so I said No! Don't touch, you sit still.

I was really getting into it, wiggling all around and I could feel how turned on I was, there was juice on the insides of my thighs, and he kept moving his hand near me and I kept saying no then finally he said Just one touch, so I let him touch me there just one time and the minute he pressed his finger on the damp flesh he sucked in a sharp breath and sighed, but then I smacked him away again, and he said I want to fuck you with your skirt on and I said I am NOT going to let you fuck me and he said That's a shame, that's such a shame and continued sitting on the other side of the couch rubbing his cock up and down, he has a nice tall fat cock, he's not all that attractive but his shareware is marvellous, and this time I let him, watched him jerk off to me slowly rubbing away.

Finally I said Feel how wet I am and he sprung to action and is knelt in front of me, still propped up on the arm of the couch, and our mouths teased each other with the threat of kisses, and his mushroom head slid over my wet open lips and we both moaned, then the kisses got deeper and he put his cock in just a little bit and the first plunge is always the best you know, before everything is loosened and friction is working its proper magic, and soon he pushed in all the way and we were fucking hard, me leaning back a little to meet his cock with my open cunt, him grabbing me by the arse and thrusting hard, really hard, I like to be fucked really hard from that angle.

Then he sat himself back and pulled me on top of him - We made love like that for a while, catching our breath, me still in the mini, fly undone and shoved up to my hips, and then I said Can you fuck me from behind? - He gave me a dirty smile - I hauled him to his feet - The corridor was softly lit, at the very end stood a full length mirror - I took him there and placed my hands on either side of the mirror and bent over with my tits hanging - Lifted my skirt a little higher so you could see the little triangle just below the hem, I put his finger there, and bent down further so he could get his cock all the way in, then we were at it again - Humping like crazy - I took one big hand, the one that wasn't massaging my clit, and wrapped it around my tit - Just then he gave a ferocious groan, rubbed both tits maniacally back and forth, I panted hard, wondering how much the neighbours could hear - And that was it. Blew into his hand, we caught our breath and fucked again in the middle of the night - Slowly, spoon style.

Fun - But after Eyes everything seems rather lacklustre - Audience, if you're out there, Eyes is visiting me next week, for a whole seven days, and I daresay the sex will be something to write home about - He arrives Wed March 23 - Want the gory details???