Written by Doug

Erotic
15 Jun 2005


Thought I’d tell you about a wonderful, never to be repeated, experience I had two years ago.

My ex and I still get on really well as friends, so it wasn’t unusual to get a call from her asking if I’d help a mate of hers out. It turned out her friend had paid some company to have a fitted kitchen installed, but they had gone bust and disappeared with her money. She had all the units and fittings, but couldn’t afford to pay for another company. She told me her friend was Christine, from Sunderland, (Which meant nothing to me) and as she always used to do, prattled on for ages telling me that of course I knew her, eventually telling me that I’d met her once about 3 years ago, as if I’d remember. Then she said “Don’t you remember she’s the one with the penis fixation”. I said “Don’t recall that” and the ex explained that Christine always went on about having always wanted to have one. “Strange girl” I thought. I was eventually brow beaten enough to agree to give Christine a call.

I called and arranged to visit her home. We sat in the almost totally gutted kitchen having a coffee. The job was going to take some time and I offered to do a couple of hours each evening and all of the forthcoming weekend. Christine was delighted and went on about how grateful she was.

I found myself staring at her and she said “You’re staring”. I apologised, but I obviously looked startled and she persistently asked what was wrong. I started laughing and she kept asking what I was laughing at. I told her the ex had gone on for ages that I knew her and eventually tried to kick start my memory with the penis fixation thing. She gasped and said “Cheeky cow” and burst out laughing. Then she said “I’m not a slapper you know” and went on to tell me that it was just a fantasy of hers and that if she had one she wouldn’t get anything done because she’d stay in all day playing with it. To be honest, she was very funny the way she explained it, but I was a bit uncomfortable and made my excuses and left.

I did the first couple of evenings work in the kitchen and it was pretty straight forward. Christine was very pleasant and stayed with me throughout, making coffee and chatting about anything and everything. She was very relaxed and talked about her relationships, her lack of confidence and fear of a full on relationship etc… I told her I was in the same boat, having put on weight, bad relationships etc… Then she started fishing about when I’d last had sex, I told her 9 months and she laughed “God, your balls must be down to your knees” and took hold of my right hand and started looking at it. I said “What are you doing”…”Looking for friction marks you must be wanking yourself silly”..

The following day I sort of kept my distance which was obviously upsetting her and when she asked what was wrong for the umpteenth time, I told her that I thought yesterdays sexual stuff was getting a bit too intimate and thought it best to leave it alone and anyway not being well hung the idea of being with Miss Penis Fixation scared the shit out of me. She almost collapsed laughing and told me not to be a prat, we were just passing the time. I got on with what I was doing and she helped by cleaning up.

She was on all fours washing the floor and I realised I hadn’t really taken much notice of her and stood for a moment watching as her very nice bum swayed from side to side. She was about 5 years my junior, maybe 39-40, a little over 5’00”, very slim with small boobs and long dark brown hair and too damn pretty for me.

I reached up to fit a concealed bulb, up on my toes stretching to reach when I heard Christine say “Ooo err” and found her standing in front of me staring at my crutch where a lazy lob was pushing against my jogging bottoms. I nearly died and turned away, apologising. She came round in front of me and said “Shut up”, looked me in the eye and said “Can I” and put her hand on my now stiffening cock. I just gurgled something stupid and she slid her hand into the waistband of my bottoms and straight onto my cock. I jumped, breathing in deeply as her cold wet hand took hold. Christine pulled my bottoms down and slowly started to wank me, cradling my balls in the other hand. “think these need emptying” she said and at that I felt the warmth of her mouth as she slid onto me. I could barely stand, my legs were trembling and all the while she was talking to me with my cock in her mouth asking me if it felt good. It felt great. She then put both her hands on my hips and rocked me back and forth into her mouth and gasped “Fuck my mouth” and I started sliding in and out of her, but suddenly she pulled back, looked up at me and said “I mean fuck me, hard, as hard as you can” and clamped her mouth onto my cock. My hands dropped onto her head and I pumped in and out of her, my balls were aching and the sound of her groaning was incredible. And then I knew I was cumming, I virtually felt it travel from my toes and I thrust into her and clung onto her head shooting and jerking in her mouth as she gulped and swallowed. It was an incredible blow job and I stood there impaled inside her for what seemed ages. She sat back on the floor, looked up at me with a big grin on her face, still licking cum from her lips and said “Luvverly, can I do that again” and started laughing.

She stood up and we kissed and when my hand reached for her boobs she clamped my hands and said “Not yet”. She led me to the bedroom, waddling with my bottoms round my ankles, and pushed me onto the bed. From her bedside drawer she took out a vibrator and some lube. She dropped the vibrator back in the drawer and poured lube on her hands and stroked my balls and cock. It was taking me a while to get hard again and I was worried about that and leaving her stranded. She told me that she was happy, not to worry and this is what she wanted. She asked if I liked giving oral and I told her I loved it. She said “Good, you can see to me later”. She took ages and everytime I told her I was cumming or started to tense she either pinched me or just stopped and then started all over again. When she eventually let me come she knelt over me rubbing the tip of my cock round and round her face just gurgling “Mmmmmmmm” and then flopped on the bed.

I did the man thing and fell asleep. I was about as contented as I’d ever been. Empty and contented.

I woke up with Christine naked beside me, but still asleep. I sat up and looked at her, she had a fabulous body and I wondered what the hell she saw in a fat sod like me. Anyway, I started circling my finger over her gorgeous dark haired pussy and she stirred and slowly opened her legs. I couldn’t stop myself and slid between her legs and passionately kissed her pussy lips just as I would her mouth. She writhed and wriggled and my mouth and tongue just slid into her inner lips and I pushed my tongue into her. She bucked up hard, nearly breaking my nose, then fell back down, grabbed my hair and pulled me into her. I loved it, she was leaking like a sieve and I tongued every inch of her pussy without touch her clit, but when I did all hell broke loose and she simply fucked my face. I hardly had to do anything, she pushed hard into me, grinding and twisting her soaked pussy into my face in a total frenzy. She was very vocal, screaming loudly and totally in a world of her own and suddenly she froze, shouted “Oh fuck” and drove down hard on my face, pulling me hard into her and went into a series of massive convulsions for about 3 or 4 minutes before falling back onto the bed giggling, saying “Oooo this is gonna be fun”.

And that was pretty much it for the next 12 months. She just loved playing with cock and I adored eating her pussy. We saw each other dozens of times throughout the year yet we only fucked about half a dozen times. She even bought me a DIY’ers tool belt, something I’d never worn, and talked me into walking round the house naked just with the tool belt on so she could look at or touch my cock anytime she wanted. It was a glorious time and she was, and is, a fabulous woman. My work took me away for long periods and sadly we hardly saw each other. She’s now in a happy relationship and I envy the bastard. With all my heart.