Suzanne Portnoy

‘Use me,’ he said. I was riding on his cock, sliding up and down the shaft, feeling his big head stretch me each time he entered me. He was seated on the bench and I had my legs spread apart in a deep squat that would have been completely impossible to achieve had we not been in water.

‘I love the way your cock stretches me as you enter me,’ I said. ‘You’re so hard.’

‘It’s you, baby,’ he said, whilst thrusting himself into me. The line was a porn film cliche but I believed him and pushed down harder, until I could feel the head of his cock deep inside me.

I looked up to see light coming through a window from the house next door. A street lamp situated outside the side entrance to my house cast a golden glow over us as we fucked. I tried to remain as quiet as possible so as not to disturb my neighbours, many of whom had at least one window that overlooked my garden. Once I’d caught a teenage boy peeping through slatted blinds in the house opposite whilst I was in the hot tub with two guys. Thankfully, he hadn’t reported me to his parents. I could live without an ASBO.

I reached down and pulled his cock out of me and then in one swift move, pulled him into my mouth.’More tongue, baby,’ he said. He pulled my head into him, into I felt his cock down my throat and then down my throat. I gagged and felt my pussy contract.

‘Good,’ he said.

‘Is that healthy?’ I said, envisioning a lifetime of having an overstretched throat.

‘Perfectly healthy,’ he said. I kissed the head of his cock and then climbed onto him again, easing myself down until he was fully inside me. Then I worked him with my vaginal muscles, contracting my pussy and massaging the head of his cock, whilst remaining still.

I thought about how hard he was inside me. How his large cock filled me up. In the 3 1/2 years we had been together we had not had one bad night, not one argument. He knew my body almost as well as I knew my own.

‘C’mon,’ I said, after forty-five minutes had passed. ‘We’re going to turn into prunes and you have to fuck me up the ass. Time to go inside.’

‘I want you to sit in your armchair, blindfolded and get yourself nice and wet ready for my arrival.’

I could hear the clock tower down the street strike 9am. That was the signal that soon I would hear the opening of the front door, his footsteps up the stairs, clothes dropping to the floor and, finally, my bedroom door opening.

For over a year now we’ve had the same monthly ritual. It works perfectly so why change it?

I sat in the armchair, wearing only a black and white lace suspender belt, a pair of navy blue sheer stockings, black platform boots with 5″ heels, black lace bra and a fuschia and black blindfold. My vibrator in my hand, I rolled it around my clit, my breath quickening as I heard his familiar footsteps. I was so close to coming, I was worried I might before he even touched me.

Then the door opened and I could hear him approaching. Soon, he pulled my face towards his cock. Soon it went hard. ‘Oh fuck,’ I heard him say. My mouth filled with saliva as he grabbed the back of my head, forcing his 9″ down my throat. I gagged. He felt so good. I had forgotten how fucking horny he always made me feel.

His hand reached between my legs. I was already dripping wet.

Then he pulled my legs quickly, repositioned himself so he was between my legs and thrust himself into me. I gasped, temporarily forgetting about the vibe and concentrating on the rhythmic movement of his cock sliding in and out of me.

‘Oh fuck,’ I said. ‘That feels so good. It has been too long. I forgot how good you feel inside me.’

‘Turn around,’ he said. I stood up, temporarily disorientated. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into him, guiding his cock to the tip of my pussy. I guided the vibe to my clit, feeling so close to coming but not wanting to come. He had only just arrived.

‘That’s good,’ he said.

We fucked for another 20 minutes or so, me coming on top grinding down on his cock. Then, like every other time, he jerked off, my index finger pressing down on his perineum while my mouth sucked on his balls. His spunk covered my face.

‘Good morning,’ he said and we both laughed.

‘Good morning.’