Chapter 5

The next four weeks were spent working or spending time with Debbie. We slept together every weekend and she let me shag her but there was nothing there. It was just a shag, no foreplay, no fun.

Marcia had still not returned to work, so my days were full of humping boxes, and thinking of humping Marcia and Shirley. I had thought of going to see Mona but cash was a little short, as I was saving for a holiday.

A few of my old schoolmates were talking about a couple of weeks away in Spain and I really fancied it. I heard stories about the nightlife and I wanted to experience it for myself.

It seemed that my life was just sort of drifting along, and I started to make my dates with Debbie less and less frequent. It was no good. Every time I went round to hers, I was looking toward Shirley and thinking about what a dirty girl she was while Debbie was as boring as a wet weekend.

Okay, sex is sex but sex with Debbie was just functional, it was as if she was doing me a favour by letting me fuck her. there was no spark, no passion, no feeling of desire...

Then after one disastrous date at a local bar where we both seemed to be as bored as hell and we just sat and stared at our drinks for ages, Debbie asked me if I had gone off her.

I guess I should have said no, lied, told her she was amazing but what I said was yes, straight and to the point. But I just blurted it out. She cried, got angry and cried, got angrier, cried even more, and then poured my pint of beer over my head much to the amusement of everyone around us. Then she called me a bastard and walked out of the bar.

Oh well, it was obviously going nowhere...

So, I was amazed when a month or so later, as I walked through the local high street, I heard my name being called out. I turned to see Shirley sitting at a table outside a local coffee shop. She stood up as I walked toward her. She was wearing tight jeans and a blouse that showed off her big tits.

She kissed me on the cheek and asked me to join her for a coffee. We chatted about this and that and she asked me why I had broken up with Debbie. I told her straight. After the shag she and I had, Debbie was boring and all I could think about was taking her back to bed. She did not even blush, just smiled and kissed me on the lips; her hand slid up my thigh and cupped my balls under the table.

“Well, to be honest, I am not after a boyfriend but I do fancy a shag,” she giggled.

“So...” I replied.

“So, if you are happy with a shag, albeit a great shag we can get together,” she said and squeezed my leg, “but we can’t date each other after you dumped my sister!”

That made sense and the offer of a shag with such a sexy bird we not one I would ever turn down.

“I guess not,” I said with a wink, and that was a shame as I am sure we would have had some great fun together.

We arranged to meet that evening, with her asking me to go to her house at around eight o’clock, as Debbie and their parents would be out for the evening.

I stood at the end of her street and watched Debbie jump into a taxi, followed quickly by her mom and Dad. Once they had turned the corner, I walked down and knocked on the door.

It took Shirley seconds to open the door, she pulled me and pushed me against the wall, kissing me hard as my hands pulled her close, our tongues met and our hands roamed each other’s body. We must have snogged for a few minutes before she pushed me away. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into her bedroom. She was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt which soon hit the floor to display a sexy black bra and matching G-string.

My cock was already hard, as she lay back on the bed...

“Come on I want a quick fuck before we get down to some more interesting stuff,” she said, her voice sounding almost like a growl.

My clothes were off in seconds and I joined her on the bed, kissing her hard on the lips, my hands stroking her soft, warm skin. I cupped her boobs, fondling and squeezing her big orbs.

She pushed me away before saying, “Right. I have plans for you my lad, but before that let’s get rid of that overeager erection of yours!”

I watched as she slipped off the G-string and rolled over onto her hands and knees, wiggling her big, cute ass at me.

I did not need a written invitation.

I knelt behind her and took my cock in my hand, stroking the head along her already wet pussy lips. She kept pushing her ass back at me as I did this, obviously eager to have a cock inside her. I rubbed the helmet of my cock along the full length of her twat before plunging it deep into her sex. She gasped and grunted as I drove my dick deep into her.

“That is the way ... Yes ... Oh Yes!” she growled as I plunged my cock in and out of her tight love tunnel. The feeling of being deep inside her made me groan with pleasure.

In and out I drove ... in and out deep and hard...

I slipped my dick all the way out of her cunt and rubbed it along her slit.

“Stop teasing me Zak,” she giggled, “I need a good fucking!”

I rested the tip of my dick on her thick labia and slid back into her nice and slowly.

Once I reached my full length, I pulled it all the way out with an audible plop, then plunged deep back into her, her sex gripped at me, her muscles twitching around my cock.

I did this several times each time I entered her she gasped loudly.

Then eager to fuck her hard, I moved closer to her and grabbed the soft flesh of her hips pulling her onto my organ as I thrust it into her. The harder I drove into her the more she groaned and moaned, so I drove as fast and as hard as could, building up a savage rhythm. Thrusting deep and hard into her, I felt one of her hands cupping and fondling my scrotum.

“That’s so fucking good!” she moaned as I jackhammered my cock into her.,

I started to slow down, sliding my cock deep and slow into her, loving the feeling of her soft, warm, and velvety pussy around my dick.

“Grab my hair you bastard!” she called over her shoulder, I took a hand full of hair in one hand and pulled her head back toward me, she cried out in lust, her body driving back onto my cock.

“Use me you bastard, fuck me, fuck me hard!” she yelled at me, her hand squeezing my balls and at the same time, her fingernails scraped the soft skin there. Shirley has amazing muscle control; I could feel her pussy squeezing me, like a velvet glove wrapped around my cock, pulsing, twitching along the length of my cock.

The room was full of the sounds and smell of sex, the slapping of flesh on flesh as I fucked her. I tried to hold back as long as possible but there comes a time when you just know you have to let go...

My balls were tingling and that familiar feeling hit the pit of my stomach.

I was very close to this point went Shirley’s orgasm hit her, her body shook violently before going rigid, and she let out a low animal-like groan.