Voyeur, Masturbation, Cheating,
I finished Tamika's holiday card with a large and meaningful flourish of X's and O's.
And, God, I would miss her while she attended her cousin's wedding in London.
Yes, and her pussy, even more.
I knew I had time to catch her at her shared place this morning before she went to work today. We had already planned for ourselves tonight, and her flight left Brisbane tomorrow afternoon.
I looked at the card; it was tasteful, not cheesy or cloy.
I'd give her a shag to remember tonight so she'd keep me at the front of her mind while she was away for three weeks. I trusted her, and yep, she rightly trusted me. I was behaving myself, a reformed one-girl guy. I even had the approval of her cute flatmate and bestie, her girlfriend, Fiona.
As a nurse working odd split and night shifts, I didn't see that much of my girlfriend's housemate.
I mulled as I drove to Tam's place to surprise her and demonstrate how much I cared. I had the card and a Tiffany heart locket — an eighteen-carat pay cheque buster.
I thought: I more than wanted her back. I'd decided to propose when she returned, and I was ready to suggest we move in together.
I needed to test-drive her arse before we married. She seemed to be saving her starfish for her wedding or never!
I bounded to the front door of her second-floor apartment and let myself in.
Boyfriend key privileges.
No Tam at the breakfast bar.
Probably in her room or, better still, the bathroom.
I made immediate plans for her to be late for work courtesy of my cock.
Well, it looked like I had a surprise on my side.
Yep, I did because the door was open as I went past Fee's bedroom.
There was my girlfriend's bestie naked on her bed, finger fucking her shaved pussy with her eyes closed, on the cusp of a brow-wrinkling explosive orgasm.
"Oooh, oohh, oohh," went Fiona in unabashed, unashamed joy
I was privy to the cutest display of fleshy pink girly peripherals spread finger fucking wide.
Boy, was she opening herself up.
She was entirely on the pleasure eXpress.
Suddenly Tam's body wasn't on my mind but Fee's open pussy. Her gaped slit was ready for a tongue party. Over prepared for a hard dicking.
Still, I manfully held my ground.
I had my zip open — wanking.
I rationalised it wasn't cheating on my girlfriend, just watching a real, live, genuine girlfriend's private orgasm shaping. However, I did have to drop the card.
The bitch slut Fee had to finger her arse, though.
She was now Ooh-ing and ahh-ing. Her performance was beyond X-rated.
Her squelchy, fleshy happiness pushed me over the precipice of need.
There is nothing filthier than a tart fingering her arse. She worked it with two deep digits while three fingers were pumping her pussy. Then, she was up to four fingers.
She was doubling her pleasure and provoking mine.
Man, was I stiff. I could see the thin partition between her twin holes stretch and flex as she stoked and plied both engaged bliss-filled, sensitive inner spaces.
My dacks and boxers were off. The way she was going for it, she needed a man. It wasn't right to see a young twenty-something female frigging herself solo.
"Oh fuck;" she went, opening her eyes, but beyond that, she just grabbed my cock and tugged it; as I replaced her digits with my fingers in her arsehole.
It was tight and tension free, perfectly flexed, ready for cock. I couldn't have done a better prep myself.
"Lick, lick it," she moaned.
Of course, I licked it while manoeuvring on the bed into a randy sixty-nine.
This gave Fee's tongue and mouth my cock, while I enjoyed her arsehole.
She was cock ravenous. Gulping and near choking on my meat stick. I spat in her arsehole and rimmed her rilled pink anus in firm tongue-tip circles.
She was way in front of me for escalating the pace.
Fee sat on my cock, bouncing for dear fuckin life. I was wondering when the woman had last had a shag. But, boy, was she going for it and riding with delight.
Arching with pleasure.
Grinding with climactic purpose.
A complete woman.
The slut in her dominating.
I wasn't complaining. My cock was getting A1 pussy service.
She had the self-control to deny herself her trapped, demanding release orgasm at this point, to get herself in a doggy position.
Where she insisted, "Take my arse! Big boy, ravish my butt!"
Fee's arse spread gorgeously gawped and gaped. You have either seen an arse like this, or you haven't.
I was in adoration, near idolatry worship of her puckered, flawless and pungent winking masterpiece.
Such a talented sumptuous orifice deserved an immediate reward: my cock.
I teased her tight, constricted opening with my dick, and then I buried my cock in her butthole.
"Ooof, raah, ah, that's so frickin nice! Ooh yeah, aah, aah, aah!"
Her arse crack encircled my shaft. I occupied her frickin back passage with depth.
Full dip and dunk.
Moving in and out rapidly. Her arsehole was packed with my pecker.
Stuffed with my ramrod.
Crammed, compressed and wedged in a completely buggerising way.
I was dirtily forceful, but Fee appreciated it. Absolute anal hammer and tong. Complete cock exertion and body pleasure extortion.
Her pussy, at the same time, was a sluice of escaping liquid fem-juices as she fingered her engorged clitty as I raked her arse.
Then, finally, she burst into an effusive climax.
"Uuggh, Uuugghh!"
I groaned just after as I jizzed her bum.
She needed my cream pie anal filling to soothe her raw but bliss-filled back crack.
It turned out Tam had gone to her mother's place early. So, Fee thought she was home alone.
I dutifully screwed my girlfriend that night and kissed Tamika goodbye at the airport; the next day. It was an actual goodbye.
Within a day, Fee and I were shacked up together.
No way was I letting an arse, this good — getaway— ever.
And Fee received the Tiffany heart locket.