An invitation arrived in the post, one of Naomi's uncle's had passed unexpectedly, he wasn't that old but had an unknown heart condition, and we were invited to a 'Deathly Do' down at Hampshire Hall hotel in the New Forest. 'NO BLACK' the invitation said, it was apparently a celebration of his life, not a morning for his loss.

We decided to go down for two nights. The Do was on a Saturday, so we booked the hotel for Friday and Saturday night. We also decided to go by train as it was quite a journey from Yorkshire. Stephanie, Naomi's mum, was going to travel with us and would meet us at Leeds station, our embarkation point, we could easily have shared an Uber, but no, she said she had things to do and would meet is in Leeds.

We showered and as I was getting my clothes ready for the suitcase Naomi pushed me onto the bed.

"You don't think you are going to flaunt your naked body and then leave me hanging for twelve hours whilst we travel with my mum, do you?" She said as she straddled my body, my dick hardening at the speed of light and sliding inside her hot and wet fanny like a rat up a drainpipe.

Oh goodness that felt so good, we had shagged last night, but I love being inside her so much that I cannot conceive of a situation where I would turn down a shag. She rocked back and forth on me, my dick sliding easily inside her, my foreskin rolling and unrolling, my sensitive glans uncovered at full penetration, covered and hidden as my dick almost exited.

I could feel the heat of her fanny on my glans, and little jolts of pure pleasure as I bumped against the depth of her. Her boobs jostled in my face just too far away for me to grab her nipples with my teeth. Naomi was grinding hard on me, her fanny crease opening and spreading over me as she strove to get my dick inside her as deep as she could. I could feel the pressure grow inside me, my root spasming inside with small sharp pains, my balls tightening, I was close.

"Aargh" Naomi screamed in my face, her fanny squeezing my dick tightly, wringing it like a flannel, and my dick reacted, spurting, ejaculating, filling her womb with my seed, my gasps joining hers to echo around the room. Naomi slumped down and lay on me, gulping in air as she recovered from her orgasm.

"Shit, now I need another shower and a douche, " she said pulling away, my dick leaving her with a plop sound and a dollop of my sperms falling and landing in my crotch. I looked down.

"Me too, " I laughed reaching for a tissue from the side of the bed, it would at least mop up whilst I waited my turn in the shower.

The Uber to the station was uneventful, boring because of the traffic, made worse by the unending roadworks, and Leeds centre by the station was at a virtual standstill because of all the town centre remodelling of the roads. Completely unnecessary in my view, but then I am not an unelected town planner trying to justify my overinflated salary.

We met Stephanie in the concourse, each of us towing our cases on wheels we made our way to the platform for our train. We found our First Class carriage and made our way to our reserved seats to find a man sat in them.

"Excuse me, " I said, "but we reserved these seats, can I ask you to move."

"Fuck off, " he said, "I am here, go and find another seat."

Oh, like that was it. I saw a bag on the seat next to him, I reached down and grabbed it.

"What the fuck?" he shouted.

"Your bag I assume, I am just going to take it and drop it on the platform, it is sitting on my seat and I have no doubt hasn't paid for the seat."

The man got up, his face red and angry, his fist clenched.

"Oh, if you are thinking of hitting me, note that there is CCTV in the carriage and the British Transport Police abhor violence and will prosecute you, probably a custodial sentence, and you will also be barred from British trains for life." I headed down the carriage and was grabbed by the shoulder.

"Have your fucking seat tosser, give me my bag."

I dropped his bag on the floor in front of me and stepped into an empty seat to allow him to pass me. He barged past and I smiled nicely and went back to our seats. We had booked three of the seats around a table. Naomi and I would face the direction of travel, Stephanie was the other side of the table. I put our bags on the overhead and settled down to await departure.

First class was only a few pounds each more than standard class, but gave us slightly more room, slightly more recline and in car service, drinks, snacks etc. Just easier. It was two and a half hours to Kings cross, a tube to Waterloo and then an hour and a half to Brockenhurst where we would get a taxi to the hotel. Five hours travelling with someone else having the stress of driving, was preferable to probably eight or more hours of Naomi battling traffic and roadworks. It was a no brainer to us, and yes, we could have found other seats on the train, but that wasn't the point. We had reserved those specific seats as they fitted our personal needs. If push had come to physical shove then Naomi would have gone and got the carriage steward and he would have dealt with it, probably by getting the police.

Everyone settled, the buzz of chatter died down and the train pulled out of the station. Shortly after the steward appeared and we gave our orders for drinks and food. We all opted for the Lamb Rogan Josh and glasses of red wine. The choice wasn't great, but it was better than a sandwich and crisps and railway tea.

We chatted about nothing, I hardly knew the late departed Uncle Gordon, Stephanie said she saw him last year at a do, and Naomi couldn't remember seeing him much since she was a child.

"But, " Stephanie said, "It'll be a chance to catch up family, some of which we won't have seen for years."

She was right, most of the family lived in and around Yorkshire, Uncle Gordon and his wife Amelia had moved down to the New Forest some years ago and were but a small part of the far flung extended family.

The food arrived and at least it was hot. It was mild as Rogan Josh goes, but then I guess they are catering for a wide audience. The only other main on offer was a nut roast vegetarian meal, so, not a huge choice, a bit like on an aeroplane really, captive audience, you get a limited choice. It was fine. The wine was a bit awful to be honest, but then, this was a train, not a fine dining restaurant, and it did the job.

The jaunt across London to get to Waterloo was fiddly, run to Euston Underground and then tube to Waterloo, and then onto the local service to Brockenhurst. This was a local commuter style train, no first class and no reserved seats. We did find seats together and we settled down for the ninety minutes to Brockenhurst. Nothing like as comfortable as the LNER from Leeds, but it did the job and at Brockenhurst we tumbled into a taxi for the thirty minutes car journey to the hotel.

Naomi and I had a suite, Stephanie a double. They did manage to get us on the same floor. When we booked, we had been offered a family room which would have accommodated us all, but I was firmly against that idea, Naomi and I do like our alone time, and having Mother in Law in the same space was not us being alone.

We spent fifteen minutes or so unpacking and freshening up and we headed down to the bar. Geoff and Betty were sat having a drink with Geraldine and we went across and joined them, I got Naomi a G&T and I and a rum and coke, everyone else was sorted so it was just a quick visit to the bar, the bartender took the order and said he would bring them over. I gave him our room number for charging.

Stephanie joined us a few moments later and we shuffled around and I ended up between Geraldine and Stephanie, Naomi further around and Betty opposite me. Geraldine put her hand on my knee.

"Still not available then, " she said softly, her hand moving higher up my leg.

"Still married Ger, still married."

"Happily?"

"Of course Ger. You got a man yet, or even a woman?" I asked

"Fuck of, I'm no les."

"Crikey Ger, me thinks you protest too much. I was only asking."

"I am waiting for you."

"I am spoken for."

"I bet I am better than her."

"Naomi more than floats my boat Ger, " I answered, "in fact she very recently launched me."

"Oh gross Chris, I don't want to know about you and her fucking."

The evening sort of went downhill from there, Geraldine and Naomi both got quite drunk and Naomi threw in the towel early, Stephanie offered to take her up so that I could 'carry on catching up' as she put it. Betty came and sat next to me and Geraldine started talking to Geoff.

"Didn't see enough of you at the Christening, " she said, referring to the Naming Ceremony where we had a few very close dances.

"No, it was a shame, but there were so many people to get around and talk to. I didn't want to be rude."

"Oh, I would have liked it if you had been very rude, " she said, her hand squeezing my leg.

"Goodness, what are you like?" I laughed, Betty squeezed my leg even higher.

"I am nipping to the loo, " she said winking as she rose. I gave her a moment and then followed.

"Loo, back in a minute, " I said to the diminished table.

As I left the bar Betty grabbed me, "Come this way, " she said and we went down a corridor and then through an open doorway and around a corner.

"This is where they store the suitcases when a coach comes in, no one will disturb us here, " she said as she reached up and kissed me, her hand undoing my belt. "We will have to be quick."

She reached in and grabbed my dick pulling it from my underwear. I had of course got instantly hard the second she reached or my belt. Betty turned around and pulled her dress up over her waist and with her other hand pulled her knickers to one side. I knew what was expected of me.

I leant forward and rubbed my dick along her crease and then lined up and pushed, my dick sliding into her fanny with ease, she was very wet and very ready.

"Oh God Chris, yes, I have waited for this, I knew that you would have a good dick, those dances that we had, yes, I knew from then."

We had danced close and she had pushed herself against me and my dick had indeed grown to meet the occasion that ended up not happening. This time, hurriedly, it was. She was leaning against the wall and I was pumping into her, my foreskin hardly moving she was so wet and aroused.

She was panting as I shagged her, anyone passing would have a pretty good idea why. I moved as fast as I could, pressing in as deep as I could, the slap of our bodies muted by her knickers acting as a silencer. I could feel my balls tighten, and my dick buried itself deep inside her as my ejaculation spurted deep inside her.

"Oh fuck, oh god, " she gasped, her fanny clamping my dick and her knees bending as she orgasmed.

I pulled back and used a tissue form my pocket to wipe my dick before I put it back inside my underpants and trousers. I gave Betty the tissue to put in her knickers.

"Fuck Chris, we have to get a room, I need more than a quickie."

"Not going to be easy" I said as I kissed her. "We ought to go back separately, you go first."

After I had visited the loo I went back and joined the others. Stephanie had returned, Betty was sat by Geoff with Geraldine the other side.

"She is sleeping, " Stephanie said, "I expect that she will be out for a while."

"Yeah, well, she doesn't drink when we go out unless we are staying over, so she has built up no tolerance to booze, just a few and she is gone."

"Oh, I am not complaining, and I am hoping that you will see my safely into my room later."

Well, there we are then, Stephanie was wanting some more of 'us'. I was glad I had gone and washed my dick in the washroom after I had shagged Betty. I guess few women like the taste of another woman on their lovers dick.

Chelsea and Steve joined us and put a baby monitor on the table, their baby Rebecca was asleep in a cot in their room. I had Stephanie then Geraldine, Geoff and Betty to my left, and Chelsea then Steve to my right.

"Haven't seen you since the Naming, " Chelsea said.

"No, crikey we have been so busy."

"I would have liked to see you, " she said, her hand on my leg. "Perhaps you could pop round for lunch one day?"

"We shall see, Naomi works during the day."

"Yes so does Steve, " she said her eyes boring straight into mine. Now I am not one to jump to conclusions but that sounded very much like a come on.

"I look forward to it, to seeing much more of you, " I replied not daring to touch her in case her husband saw.

The evening went on and then around ten thirty Stephanie declared it was time for her to go to bed. Everyone one else nodded and agreed and we all got up and headed off. Chelsea and Steve shared the lift with Stephanie and me, getting off a floor before.

"Now then, to my room, " Stephanie said as we alighted the lift.

"Indeed, but I want to check on Naomi first."

"She will be fine, now come on, " she replied, her arm firmly through mine as we passed my room. She swiped her room card and her door unlocked and she pulled me in, the door clicking to behind us.

Some lights were on, but were poor, it was quite dark in Stephanie's room. Service had been in and her bedding was pulled back.

"Nice, " Stephanie said as she undid her dress and let it fall. Her underwear was chosen with a purpose. All in sultry red. An uplift bra that enhanced her cleavage, across her stomach was a matching suspender belt holding up her silken stockings which I had noticed earlier in the bar. Her knickers were matching loose French Knickers. She kicked her heels off and put her hands on her hips.

"You are being tardy Chris." She said leaning forward and undoing my belt.

"My apologies ma'am, " I replied as I pulled my polo over my head, finished undoing my trousers, slipped my feet out of my loafers and pushed my trousers and boxers down and stepped out of them. I stepped up to my Mother in Law and took her face in my hands and kissed her. Her head tilted back slightly and her eyes closed, my dick pressing against her stomach as my tongue passed her lips.

I let my hands fall from her face and they met around her back and I worked at her bra, undoing the clasp, loosening it, her breasts now free. She put her arms down and her bra ell to the floor. I bent down and sucked her left nipple, my hand tracing the outline of her sex through her French Knickers. She sighed 'that' sigh and I pushed her silky knickers into the crease of her sex, wiping them along her fanny lips, pressing slightly into her entrance.

"Oh crap, " she said and pulled away, pushing her knickers down and of and getting onto the bed. "I want you now, " she said, her breath short and almost gasping.

I knelt on the bed between her ankles and leant forward, pursing my lips and blowing along her crease. I was rewarded with a loud gasp and a long sigh from further up the mattress. I pressed between her many small labia, pushing them out of the way with my tongue, her taste sweet, her aroma heady with sex and lust. I kissed her labia as I had kissed her mouth, my tongue delving, as if seeking her tongue, finding instead her entrance and dipping in.

As my tongue dipped in my finger found her clitoris and circled it, barely making contact, Stephanie groaned and her back lifted. "Oh my God, " she gasped, it seemed I was pleasing her. I pulled my head away and turned my finger to its side and gently ran my finger nail down her mons, over her clitoris and along the floor of her valley, dipping past her urethra and beyond her entrance, along her perineum and pressed at her sphincter.

"Oh shit, " she gasped. My finger pulled back and found her entrance once more and pressed, with another, inside her, through her opening and into her hot depth, both fingers bending and crooking inside her.

"Aargh, " she screamed quietly, her fanny clamping hard on me, "Oh fucking Jesus, " she gasped and she shuddered, her body rising and falling on the bed, her orgasm rolling through her, her muscles clamping tightly, almost painfully, on my fingers.

Slowly she relaxed, slumping back to the mattress, her fanny relaxing, allowing her to reach down and pull my fingers from her fanny. I rolled to my back laying next to her. If she slept I would dress and quietly leave. She didn't. She got to her knees and crouched over my dick, her hand grasping it and almost painfully fully pulling my foreskin down.

Her teeth gripped my glans, her tongue dabbing at my piss hole, and then sliding across my glans, wetting it, before licking. She let go of my foreskin and her fingers moved down, supping and squeezing my balls before letting go and carrying on down and under, pressing at my anus, unrelenting, pushing and as I squirmed, my muscle gave way and her finger penetrated me, pushing all knuckles in, rolling it around inside me. Not something I am used to.

I started, she found my prostate, pushed it, stroked it, my body helpless and I almost squirted there and then, but she sensed it and pulled back, my arse now open and I could feel the hotel air entering my body. She grabbed my dick again and started an intense wank, pulling my foreskin down hard, my glans straining and then pulling back up, covering my glans, going faster and faster, harder and harder, my balls were tightening and my root was painful and my balls let go and my ejaculate spurted in a high ark, once, twice and three times I erupted, my gasps loud and echoing around the room.

I lay back, spent, I was done. Stephanie chuckled and drew patterns in the puddles of spunk on my belly.

"Perhaps you need a few moments, " she said.

"I need more than a few moments, I am drained."

"Oh. So nothing for my daughter tonight then?"

"Well not soon anyway."

I got up and went to the bathroom and washed myself and then redressed and left Stephanie's room and quietly entered mine further along the corridor. I undressed by the light of my mobile screen, I didn't want to disturb Naomi, and as I slipped into the bed next to her, she turned and put her arms around me.

"You smell of mum, " she murmured.

"Not surprised, she has been sat next to me all evening, her and Betty, Chelsea and Steve joined just after you came up."

"Hmm, yes, hush, sleepy time now."

And that was that for our first day at the Hampshire Hotel.

Naomi didn't want breakfast, so I went down alone. Amelia, the recently widowed Amelia, was sat at a table by the window, I went across to join her. The waitress took my order of tea and a full English.

"How are you bearing up Amelia?" I asked as she sipped at her coffee, her breakfast not yet arrived.

"Oh Chris, you know. It was a shock, you know the way he went, but, well you get over these things, life goes on, we had some good years."

"Yes, well, I don't know much, Naomi said it was a sudden heart attack."

Amelia blushed and then looked me in the eyes. "Yes, we were in bed and he died mid stroke so to speak."

Oh crumbs, they had been shagging. Apparently it happens a lot.

"Oh well, at least he died happy, " I said.

"Well, it left me a bit high and dry, that's for sure. It kind of leaves you feeling odd, you know, almost like I killed him."

"Oh, I doubt that were true, he would have gone anyway, and at least he went in a happy place for him, I should be so lucky."

"Not so lucky for the woman beneath you."

At that point the waitress turned up with my tea and a tray of toast. I was pouring my tea when she returned with two breakfasts, one for Amelia and one for me. I asked for some brown sauce, Amelia for ketchup. These were quickly provided. I had my first sip of tea for the day and let out a contented sigh.

"I am sure, Amelia, " I said as I prepared my first mouthful of breakfast, "that as time moves on and you get back in the saddle, so to speak, the unpleasantness of Gordon's death will recede."

"Bloody hope so Chris."

We sat and ate, chatting between mouthfuls, Amelia obviously traumatised by the nature and timing of Gordon's death, these things happen, but I guess it explained why she wanted a party, and not a wake. She was still young, in her fifties, she had plenty of men and shagging ahead of her, if she so wanted. I finished my breakfast and drank the last of my tea and sat waiting for Amelia to finish her coffee.

"Come back with me, " she said as she stood, leaving her napkin folded across her breakfast plate. I nodded and got up to follow her.

Her room was a suite on the ground floor, along past the suitcase and luggage store. She unlocked her room and I followed her in. She turned and looked at me and then undid her dress.

"You're not going to die on me are you?"

"Well, I don't intend to, " I said as I pulled my polo shirt up and off, and then undid my trousers and pushed them and my boxers down and off. I approached Amelia and turned her around and undid her bra, I didn't want any behind her back fumbling. I turned her back around and knelt in front of her and pulled her knickers down to reveal her greying but neat thatch above the crease of her sex. I leant forward and kissed her crease, my tongue pressing in, my finger reaching up and pushing through her entrance and inside her.

She gasped and pulled me away.

"I just want a fuck, " she said, "at least this time, perhaps next time we can be more, you know, detailed."

I stood and took her hand and led her to the bed. She sat on and then laid down, shuffling to be in the centre, her legs parted. Shame she only wanted a shag, that fanny crease looked warm, wet and inviting. I got on the bed and covered her, my dick hovering by her crease. She reached down and grabbed my dick and wiped it up and down her fanny crease and then lined me up. I pushed and slowly my dick entered her body, pressing in until I was fully inside her. I looked down at her, there were tears in her eyes, "do it, " she said.

I eased almost all the way out and then pushed in, she gasped loudly. I began a regular rhythmical shag, pushing in and pulling back, my balls slapping against her thigh, slaps echoing around the room as my pubis struck her hairy mons, Amelia gasping as I pushed fully in. Faster I went, Amelia stretched her arms around me, holding my back tightly as we shagged.

"Yes Chris, yes, make love to me, " she gasped as I pounded her, hopefully exorcising the memories of her late husband Gordon. She had not been very wet as we started, but now she had lubed up, her fanny was free flowing and I was slipping in and out easily, my foreskin hardly moving now. She started to squeeze even tighter and I felt her fanny clamping my dick, enough to start my own end game.

My balls tightened and my root squeezed and I grunted loudly, ejaculating deep inside her, filling her womb and fanny with my seed.

"Argh, argh, yes, " she gasped as her orgasm took hold and she started crying.

I eased back, my dick slipping from her fanny and I turned and sat up and looked at her.

"Alright?" I asked.

"Yes, and relieved that you are still alive. My last lover didn't survive."

Not much to say to that, I went to her bathroom and washed and then came back and dressed. She was still laying naked on the bed, the evidence of our coupling over her fanny and puddling beneath her.

"Do you want me to stay with you for a while?" I asked.

"No Chris, get back to your wife. Thank you. I needed that. I shall be fine. I shall go and shower and I will be okay. Thank you."

I bade her farewell and kissed her and left, going back to reception, into the lift and up to my room. Naomi was propped up in bed on her iPad.

"I want you." She said.

"Good, I want you too. I was sweaty last night, let me dive in the shower first and then I shall come and shag you senseless."

I dallied over my shower giving my body some much needed recuperation time and then I went back to Naomi laying naked on the bed.

I leant forward and ran my tongue up and down her fanny, her lips folding around my tongue, caressing it as I moved, my lips pursing around hers, snogging her fanny as my fingers searched for her entrance. Two fingers of mine slowly entered her as my mouth danced with her fanny lips, my tongue waltzing between them as they flowed around it.

"Oof" she gasped as my fingers found their depth, wiggling inside her as my tongue pressed on her clitoris, sensations both internal and external causing her to gasp as her husband fingered her fanny, and finger it I did, I had three fingers inside, and I was moving them in every direction I could, moving them apart, bringing them together, giving her a real finger shag.

Her hands gripped my head, her nails in my hair, and she tensed around my mouth, her buttocks lifting slightly as she gasped loudly and then screamed, her thighs clamping around my head, her fingers pulling at my hair, and then she relaxed, and flopped back releasing me from her claw like grip.

"Oh my fuck Chris, " she gasped, her bosom heaving on her chest. She parted her thighs and looked at me.

"No, " I said, "hands and knees."

Naomi turned onto her knees, bracing herself with her hands. I knelt behind her, my dick probing between the cheeks of her arse. I used my hand to push my dick lower and it slipped underneath and brushed along the wet valley of her sex where my mouth and fingers had just explored. I adjusted my angle and pressed forward, my dick pushing past her entrance, through her opening and into her deep and wet fanny.

Naomi gasped loudly and bucked slightly as I settled deep inside her and then pulled back slightly, my pubis pressing against her glutes.

"Shit, " she gasped as I began to shag my wife, pressing in, pulling out a little, each time pulling out a little more, my foreskin rolling along my shaft, uncovering my glans as I pushed in, my rim scraping along the ripples of my wife's fanny.

"Oh fuck Chris, I want this every day, " she gasped, her head almost in the pillow.

"If she wants it, then that is what my wife can have." I answered as I began to increase the tempo, harder and harder, the slap of my skin against her buttocks echoing crudely around the room accompanied by her gasps and sighs. Faster I moved and deeper and harder, the end of my dick hitting her depth, my balls tensing and preparing to release, the deep root inside me tightening with a small pain as my balls erupted and flooded her fanny with my spurts of ejaculate.

"Oh Fuck, " she screamed, her fanny tightening hard around my dick as her orgasm let loose, her head rocking, her fingers scrunching her breath gasping. I eased back and her fanny expelled my dick, and I lay down beside her. She rolled on to her back, her breath in gulps, her chest heaving.

"Jeez, I never tire of that, " she gasped, I smiled.

"Me neither wife, me neither."

We lay for a while and then shared a shower and went down for lunch. There were many familiar faces in the dining room and we 'helloed' our way to a table and looked at the menu. I selected haddock and poached egg, Naomi had a Caesar Salad, Stephanie joined us and she had eggs Benedict.

The do was to start at six pm, so the afternoon was clear. Stephanie and Naomi said that they might grab a taxi and go into Mildenhurst for a look around, I left them to it, I planned to sit in the lounge and drink a beer or two.

I had my glass of beer and was leafing through the local paper when Geraldine plopped herself down into the seat next to me.

"Wifey not about?"

"No, she and her mum have gone to Mildenhurst to have a look around, they'll be back in a couple of hours I expect."

"Good, so we can have some time then."

"Time for what Ger?"

"You know what. Hurry and finish your beer."

I took a drink of my beer and put the glass back on the table.

"Oh for goodness sake, " she said, picked up my glass and drained it. "Come on." She said standing up.

There was no one else that I knew around and so it seemed the risk of being spotted was low. I followed her to the lift and she selected the same floor that we were on. Her room was nearer the lift and with a swipe she opened her door and pushed me in. Housekeeping had been and Geraldine hung the "Do Not Disturb' sign on the door and shut and dropped the security lock.

"Good, now we won't be disturbed." She came to me and circled me so that I ended up between her and the bed, she pushed my chest and I went backwards, collided with the bed and fell back.

Geraldine pulled my loafers off and then undid my belt and trousers, pulling them and my boxers down and off, I was half naked and slightly annoyed. She leant forward and grabbed my polo and pulled it over my head, I was now completely naked. She stood up and looked at my dick.

"That'll do nicely, " she said and turned slightly away. I dived to my feet and grabbed her, turning her and bending her over the bed. I pushed her dress up and grabbed her knickers and tights and pulled the lot off, her arse and fanny bare before me. I leant forward and pulled the cheeks of her arse apart, and lined my dick up. I nudged it against her sphincter, letting her think that is where I was going.

"Oh God, " she gasped as I pressed, and then my dick slipped down and penetrated her fanny hard, balls deep I went.

"Oh fucking shit, yes, " she croaked as I buried my hard dick in her soft wet fanny. I pulled back and slammed in, harder and harder I shagged. I was in no mood for her games, she had been coming onto me for months, almost demanding that I shag her. I had no intention of nicey nice. I had no intention of licking her fanny. She wanted me, she was going to get raw me. As I shagged I undid the catch of her dress and pulled it up over her shoulders, leaving it bunched around her neck. I undid her bra and pulled it down away from her breasts.

She was gasping loudly, gulping in breaths as I shagged her hard, the slaps of my body against her echoing loudly around the room, the cheeks of her arse red with my assault on it. I suddenly stopped and pulled out.

"What?" she cried. I pulled her to her feet and grabbed her dress, pulling the rest of the way off, and then her bra, down her arms and off onto the floor, now she was totally naked. Her fanny was shaved, and glistening from our recent coupling.

"Suck me, " I demanded, I really was in a mood with her.

She dropped to her knees and pulled my dick into her mouth, and she knew what she was doing. She pulled my foreskin back and licked my glans, her hand playing with my balls, rolling them, a finger nail tracing the veins. Her head bobbed back and forth, sucking me, cleansing the juices from her fanny from my dick. My resolve softened and my anger evaporated.

"Enough, " I said, "lay down."

My dick fell from her mouth with a plop and she lay on the bed, her legs parted. I knelt between her ankles and leant forward, I wanted to taste her, I wanted to give her pleasure. I kissed her clitoris, my tongue wiping across it, she gasped.

My fingers found her fanny, still gaping and two fingers explored inside, pressing up, and then down, wiggling and beckoning. My tongue traced along her valley, her labia sliding to one side as I moved.

"Oh fuck Chris, " she gasped, "just fuck me please, I need you." I pulled away and moved up the bed and covered her, my dick nudging at her entrance. She leaned down with her hand, grabbed hold of my dick and pushed it to her entrance. I did the rest, but slowly.

I eased inside her, her petals making way for my dick as I filled her again, this time less aggressively, more assertively. She was gasping air, quick breaths, her eyes staring at mine as I began a steady shag, feeling my foreskin as it rolled up and down my dick, feeling her bumps and ripples as my glans scraped along inside her love tunnel.

Her fingers pressed into my back, luckily Naomi had already left her mark there earlier, and her heels were scrabbling on the bed seeking grip. I began to increase my tempo, the slap of my body on hers began to reverberate. Her gasps timed with my full penetration and her fanny began to grip and take hold of my dick.

Faster I went, louder her gasps, harder I pushed, the slaps echoed, harder, faster, louder, faster, harder.

"Ooooh fuuuck, " she screamed as her orgasm erupted, exploding though her body, her fanny clamping my dick, squeezing and taking me over the edge, my dick spurting inside her, pulse after pulse, after pulse. I groaned and slumped forward laying across her breasts.

I pulled back and my dick fell from her fanny and as I rolled to lay beside her I left a slugs trail across her thigh.

"Jesus, I needed that, " she said, "I fucking needed that."