Eventually, after much difficulty, pain and cursing, we were lying, together, naked on the bed. And we were both very, very hard.
“So,” I whispered, still nervous as fuck, “what do we do now?”
“What you do,” Simon answered, taking control as I hoped he would, “is lie there, looking fucking ravishing. What I do,” he continued, as he slid down the bed, “is this.”
So saying, he moved his head level with my crotch and he took my hard dick in his soft, wet, hungry mouth.
I couldn’t help it. I gasped. I threw my head back. Not since some months before Jade was born had anyone had my dick in their mouth. Don’t get me wrong, Sarah loved to suck my dick, but there is something unpleasant about a person sucking your cock and coughing all over it. The two of us found this disturbing and so cock-sucking happened less and less as her belly filled up with my daughter.
“Holy fucking shit,” I muttered. It wasn’t, in hindsight, the most original comment I could muster, but it said everything it needed to. “Oh, fuck! Fuck! Yeah! Fuck! It’s been so fucking long!”
Simon removed my cock from his mouth and smiled at me. “You’ve got to be pent up, then,” he grinned.
“I… take care of myself,” I said, going red.
“Good to know,” Simon replied. “If a bit of a waste.”
“What else was I supposed to do with it,” I asked him.
“Well,” Simon said, grinning even more widely, “I am your personal assistant.”
“That’s not your job title,” I grinned back.
“True,” he came back. “But I am your assistant and I’m enjoying getting personal!” So saying, he dropped his head back onto my crotch and swallowed my cock.
“Holy shit-balls,” I cried out. “Fuck, man! Fuck! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum! Oh, fuck! No! Fuck! Shit! FUCK!” I tried to keep quiet, but couldn’t avoid crying out as I blasted rope after rope of cum down his throat. Simon, like the trooper he was, simply swallowed everything I gave him and then went on sucking as if searching for more. After a few moments, he realised that there was no more.
Meanwhile, my head was in my hands and I was as embarrassed as I have ever been in my life. “Oh god! Oh, shit! Sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry,” I blathered.
Simon looked up at me and put his finger on my lips. “What are you sorry about,” he asked.
“Cumming so quickly,” I replied.
Simon simply nodded. “It’s OK, baby,” he responded. “I knew what I was getting. It’s been a difficult year – I knew that. You were never going to last!”
“I normally last longer than that,” I countered.
“Babe,” he said, staring me in the eye. “I am the best cock-sucker I know. And I know a few! Trust me – you were never going to last!”
“But you didn’t get anything out of it,” I said. It was a stupid thing to say, and I regretted it almost instantly.
“I think you’ll find I did,” he smirked back at me. As if to explain to the thicko in front of him, he licked his lips and made an “mmm” sound.
I couldn’t help but grin at this. “OK, OK,” I said. “Point taken. But still – I can’t believe I went off so quickly.”
“It’s fine,” Simon answered me. “You won’t blow so fast next time. Which means time for more fun!”
“Fun?”
Simon winked at me and swivelled around, pointing his arse at my face.
I didn’t need to be told anything – I’d happily rimmed Sarah many times. I leaned forward and started to kiss his arsehole. Simon moaned as I did so.
Something I had not known how much I would enjoy until I did it for the first time was lick an arsehole. Sarah had begged me to do this several times before I finally cracked under the pressure and – once I did so – I was hooked. As such, I had no compunction whatsoever sliding my tongue into Simon’s arse.
“Oh, shit, yeah,” Simon moaned. “Fuck! Fuck, I love that! Wow! So many other people don’t do that! Fuck! Yeah!”
I wasn’t other people and I was determined to prove it. I made slow, sensual love to that arse with my tongue, sliding it in as far as I could go and wiggling it around as best I could in the tight hole. After a few moments of this, I removed my tongue and replaced it with a finger – and then two and three. I interspersed finger-fucking his arse with my tongue and soon Simon was a gibbering mess on my bed. His cock, I was oddly proud to see, was rock hard – mimicking my own.
Finally, he had had enough. “Stop,” he cried out. “Stop doing that now. If you’re going to fuck me then fuck me. But stop fucking teasing my arse!”
I grinned, wickedly and knelt up. As I did so, I slapped his arse and he almost fell onto the mattress, crying out; “Shit! Fuck!”
“I will,” I said. “Right…now.”
So saying, I pointed my rock-hard cock at his rear entrance and slowly pushed in. After a moment, the head was past the entrance and I stopped.
“Don’t fucking stop there,” Simon growled. “Fucking fuck me!”
I creased my forehead in confusion. Sarah and I had done this many times, but she had always asked me to go slowly at first, so I assumed that was what was expected. I began to slide in, slowly, allowing him to get used to…
“Fucking fuck me if your going to fuck me,” Simon cried out. “All of it! Now! Fucking plunge that cock in me! I want it! I need it! I can fucking take it! So fucking do it!”
I needed no more instruction. Steadying myself on the mattress, I slammed my cock into his arse in one, fluid motion and my hips slapped off his cheeks.
“Oh, fuck, YEAH! That’s it! That’s what I wanted! Fucking do it! Fucking do me! Hard! Fast! Rough! Fucking destroy my arse! Do it! Do it! Fucking do it! Now!”
I didn’t wait for further instructions. I did exactly as I had been asked. I pounded that arse like a jackhammer, slamming my hips against his cheeks over and over again.
With Sarah, one of my favourite things to do to her arse was to slowly slide almost all the way out before slamming all the way in before repeating the process a few times, varying it every so often so it didn’t get boring.
With Simon, I didn’t bother with that shit. I slammed his arse hard and fast, just as he kept begging me to.
“Fuck! Yeah! Fuck me! Faster! Harder! Fuck me you big-dicked fucker! Fucking fuck me! Own my arse! Plough me! Fucking pound my arse! Shit! Yeah! Fuck! Oh, fuck!”
I was not silent during this, I hasten to add. “Yeah! Fucking your arse! I’m gonna pound your arse into submission! You’re not going to be able to sit down for a fucking week after this! So good! So tight! I love fucking your arse! Yeah! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
All pretence at silence was long gone. The fact that my one-year-old daughter was asleep just a few feet down the hall was of no consequence to either of us. We were fucking for the sake of fucking and fuck everything else.
“Yeah! Fucking pound me! Shit! Fuck! Wow! Yeah! So fucking good! So deep! Shit! Fuck! Ahh! Yeah! Ahh! Fuck! AAHHH!”
“Gonna fuck you good! Gonna fucking tear your arse open! Fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah!”
“Shit! Fuck! Oh, god! Oh, fuck!” Suddenly, Simon’s voice took on a much higher tone as he cried out, “fuck! Shit! Fuck! I’m gonna cum! You’re gonna fuck the cum out of me! Fuck! Here I cum! Fuck! Fuck! AHH! FUCK!!!”
Simon’s cock, which was busily being slapped against his stomach over and over again by the force of my pounding, suddenly stood as straight as it could get and began spewing out ropes of cum across my bed.