Chapter 22

For the next couple of day I stayed home. I did some housework, and I re- stocked the food cupboards and freezer. I spent the days trying to control my need for sex. I especially wanted to stop indulging in "dirty sex". Having it off with strangers was disgusting and rather dangerous, although it was so incredibly exciting. I still got my urges of course, but I managed to satisfy them by masturbation and heavy use of my vibrators and dildos. I did pop in to see Carol to return her double dildo. Even though she wanted me to stop for a quickie, I told her that I was late for an appointment and that I'd see her later.

After two days spent cooped up indoors, I needed some fresh air, so I went for a stroll around the back streets of the town. As I wandered aimlessly through streets I'd never seen before, I recognised something familiar to me. It was Alan's white builder's van. It was parked a few yards away outside a house being renovated. I walked up to the van and was surprised and delighted to see him sitting at the wheel filling in some paper work. I tapped on the window, he jumped, then smiled at me and wound down the window. I leant in, and I did my impression of a hooker when I said,

"Hello big boy, want some fun?"

"Hello Ann, what brings you round here?" he seemed genuinely pleased to see me. As I told him about my small troubles, the same old urgent need to screw came over me. At first I was disappointed in myself for being unable to control it. But as the desire grew I welcomed it back like an old friend. I was just going to have to live with it I suppose. Alan was dressed in a plain white T-shirt that was stretched across his muscular chest and arms, and tight denim jeans. I wasn't at all surprised to feel such a strong desire to fuck him. I asked him,

"I don't suppose you've got anything in your trousers for a woman in need, have you?"

He beamed a wide grin and said,

"For you Ann, I've got everything you could possibly want. Why don't you pop in to the house there, I'll finish these documents and I'll be right in." I walked in to the house, it was in a mess, piles of bricks and bags of cement lay all over the place. I hurried up the bare wood stairs to a back room. This room was a little tidier. It had some copper tubing; a radiator and a replica fire place ready to be installed. To the left of the window which overlooked the back garden was a box of ceramic tiles, destined, I assumed for the bathroom. The window was pulled down, presumably to let out the dust etc. It wasn't long before I heard the slam of the street door closing and Alan's boots thumping up the stairs. He walked in to the room, and smiling said,

"I've missed our little sessions Ann." Without another word, he was undoing his jeans and dropping them and his boxershorts to his ankles. He stood there proudly displaying his huge dick. What must have I been thinking to even imagine I could do with out such a wonderful thing in my cunt or arse. I told him to sit on the box of tiles. I walked towards him slowly lifting my skirt up past my hips. I had my knickers on, but now the panty liner was getting soaked. I stood in front of him and said,

"Would you pull my knickers down please." Alan reached up and tugged them all the way down to my ankles and I stepped out of them. He pressed his face in to my bush and whispered,

"I'd almost forgotten how good your pussy smelled." I lifted my skirt over his head and opened my legs so that he had free access to my fanny. For several minutes, Alan was content to just lick and suck at my cunt; I was more than happy to let him do it. I was really loving the sensations coming from my clit, but I seriously needed to be humped. I kicked away my knickers and then I lowered myself down towards his stiff cock. Moving myself slightly until I felt the broad tip at the entrance to my fanny. I slid right down the length of it and settled in to his lap. I ground my cunt round and round finding blissful contact with my clit. This felt nice, this felt really nice. I had my hands on his shoulders as I went up and down on his cock; Alan's hands were at my buttons to get at my tits. Within seconds they were free of my bra and in his face. I pulled him tight in to my boobs as I continued to screw up and down on his dick.

"Do that thing with your hands Alan, pull me open, stretch me wide open." His hands slipped round to my fanny and slid right up inside. It felt so gloriously tight; my cunt was jammed full of cock and fingers. Alan's mouth was at my tits; licking and sucking the nipples wonderfully, as I started to pound myself down and up harder and faster in his lap. We fucked like this for several minutes, my juice squeezing past his fingers, out of my fanny, and soaking his pubes.