June on Top

This book is Part 2 in the ′June′ Trilogy.

Part 1 is ′Fine in June′

Part 2 is ′June on Top′

Part 3 is ′June at Home′

Waking up with a stiffy is one thing. Waking up to a blow job from a beautiful woman is wonderful. I opened my eyes and June’s head was bobbing up and down on my hard cock. I had a sudden horrible thought, we’d had sex and then just went to bed and fell asleep. My cock must stink of stale spunk and my darling is sucking it. That goes beyond the call of duty or love and devotion.

“June, June, stop, I must stink, that can’t be nice.”

She removed her mouth but substituted hand action.

She smiled sweetly, “It’s okay my sweetheart, I woke up, had a shower and then washed you with a flannel by hand. You never stirred. You must have been really tired.”

It was then that I noticed June was wearing her blue basque with matching stockings and lace panties.

“I feel sexy today, and you have a hard day ahead of you, so you are to do nothing, just lay back and relax. I’m going to do everything I can today to make your life easy. And I’ve a plan for tonight after work to make life even more relaxed. No more panics and wobbles. Now, just lay back and enjoy.”

She went back to sucking. She’d told me she hadn’t done this for twenty years and I only remembered us doing it three or four times all those years ago. Then she only took it in her mouth once and swore never again. Now she appeared to love it and was better at it than I had ever experienced. Very good. I didn’t know how long she had been working on me, but I had a good idea of how much longer she was going to be doing it. About zero time. I waved at her, to indicate the imminent unloading and she just carried on and in fact, sped up. I couldn’t hold it any longer and unloaded into a vacuum. June sucked, swallowed, sucked and swallowed again, and again, and again. Finally convinced I was empty, June sat up.

“Now me, watch don’t touch.” She was kneeling astride my knees, but now she moved so the blue panties were resting on my collapsed cock. She started grinding her hips, rubbing in circles and back and forth. At the same time she pulled off the shoulder straps and released her breasts. She used finger and thumb to start milking them. Soon both breasts were producing fine jets of milk.

June’s head went back and she groaned.

She stopped moving and just sat still.

“Phew, good grief, I’m going to be gagging to have your cock inside me all day. Now go and have a shower and I’ll get breakfast. I’ve a job for you before work.”

Showered and dressed for work I returned to the kitchen. I walked about in my socks. The flagstones of the cottage always felt warm to the touch, they must have underfloor heating I thought. June was still wrapped in a bathrobe.

“There you are darling, the sun is just coming up, so could you take some pictures of me with the early morning light over the sea as a backdrop, please? Get your camera ready and wait there a minute.”

With that, June slid open the door and stepped outside. She opened her robe momentarily then came back inside and shut the door.

“Okay, photograph me now, please. Whilst that freezing air has made my nipples rock hard.”

Having taken off the bathrobe and tossed it towards the kitchen bench, June now stood against the glass back wall of the cottage. The blue lace basque had delighted me the first time she wore it, early on in our relationship. With matching blue stockings and tiny lace panties, the outfit showed off June’s slim figure perfectly. The first time, she had accompanied it with a lot of striking blue eye makeup. Today she bore just a trace of eyeliner.

The biggest change was her nipples.

June had always had small, pink nipples like two young rosebuds that were exquisitely delightful. Since we had started our Adult Nursing Relationship and I had been suckling her daily, they had undergone definite changes. They were larger, darker and the areolae had grown slightly. This, along with the filling of her breasts made the top of the basque far more striking to the eye. Making the nipples rock hard added to the striking effect.

“June, looking at you is making me hard again.”

“Good, okay that’s enough.”

We sat at the kitchen table, munching toast and drinking tea and coffee. June had the breast pump connected.

“Do you think I should buy a nursing bra for daytime use?” asked June.

“I don’t know. I know the reason, convenience, I just always associate the words ‘nursing bra’ with something huge and beige, not something lacy and delicate, like your wardrobe.”

“I think things might have changed in the past few decades, I’ll look into it. We can always go shopping once we get back.”

“Doesn’t it depend upon whether we decide we want to continue with this experiment?” I asked.

“By the your use of the word experiment, I guess you’re not in favour? Don’t you like my bigger tits?”

“I love you now as much as I loved you before, and I loved you as much before as I love you now, just in case the word order makes any difference. But it is your body we are experimenting with. We need to discuss the repercussions sensibly, not base your decision on my possible desires.”

“And this is why I love you so. Now drink up, give these two a sucky kiss goodbye before I put them away and put this milk in the fridge.”

I moved around the table.

“I said a sucky kiss, don’t get us started again,” remonstrated June, batting my head away from her bosom.

“Last week we’d have had a quickie before work. This week you want me very horny in the evening.”

As June headed for the bedroom, I sat feeling disgruntled at the table and finished a slice of toast. I had no reason to be upset, she had woken me with a blow-job, posed for a photo-shoot in sexy underwear and prepared breakfast. Just how lucky could a man be?”

“Sweetheart, can you come here a minute,” called June from the bed.

I walked around the corner and she was stretched out on the bed, still in the lingerie but the panties were missing.

“I can’t do it, I want you in me so much. Quick, get them off and come here. But we have to be quick or we’ll be late for our first day at work.”

I didn’t need any encouragement, in seconds I had thrown my clothes on the floor and leapt between June’s open legs. Meanwhile, she had pulled her shoulder straps down her arms and pulled the cups below her breasts. They were so firm and the nipples pointed straight at me.

She was moist as well. As I lay between her legs she took my rigid member in one hand, gave it a couple of strokes and pushed down so that the foreskin was as fully retracted as possible. Like this she rubbed it up and down her moistness a couple of times then, aligned with her entrance and thrust her hips upwards. As I felt her hips move forward, I thrust down and despite her readiness, felt her incredible tightness. It was delightful and almost painful.

I almost came on that first stroke.

“Don’t you dare be like Geoff,” laughed June, referring to her name for a lion that could reportedly have sex a hundred times a day, taking four seconds a time. I paused at the end of the in-stroke, waited until the urge passed and then started to stroke rhythmically.

“Oh fuck, yes,” said June, arching her back.

It always amused me that June, who was so polite and well-spoken in public and never normally swore when we were alone, had such a crude vocabulary when we were having sex. And it varied. The more urgent and orgasmic she was, the coarser the words.

“Can you please just hold still all the way in, and then reach and suck my tits, please?.

This was a struggle, although she is quite tall, I’m slightly taller than her and in this position my head was just above hers, it was a bend to be able to reach down and get my lips to her nipples.

I managed a couple of sucks on each.

“Okay, carry on,” I resumed thrusting, “No, sorry, wait.”

I stopped again and June squeezed her right hand between us until her fingers were on her clitoris. She stared to rub from side to side.

“Okay, go, go! As fast as your can, oh god, fuck you, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

June’s back arched and a shudder started in her shoulders and started its way down her body.

She tightened her internal grip on me and I let go, pumping what spunk I had left after the dawn vacuuming, into her.

June’s hips thrust up and down a couple of times and lay still.

“Oh good grief I needed that. Thank you my darling lovely lover. I thought I could torment you all day, I should have known it would torment me just as much. Kiss me and get off, I need to get my breath back and get ready.”

I rolled over and exhausted, lay back on the bed. June got off the bed and bent over until her hands touched her toes, pointing her perfect arse at me. Her neatly trimmed vulva pointed at me from between her thighs, puffy and glistening with fluid and spunk. She held the pose just long enough for me to start moving in her direction and then skipped away to the bathroom. She knew as well as me, how much I would like to bury my face in her, for my tongue to explore her and how we would then be in bed for hours.

I followed her into the bathroom and washed my cock in the sink. She stood under the shower, covered in soap and stream, singing happily to herself. I picked her basque and stockings off the floor, tracked down her panties and held the bundle to my nose. They smelt of June. Warm and fresh, clean and arousing. I hastily put them in the wash basket and got dressed.

June came out of the bathroom, dry and naked. Why did I so want her back in the bed we had just got out of? In my late teens this had been normal teenage hormones. Now at 41 it was far more complex. My love for her had intensified, but she seemed even more desirable, my feelings were demonstrably reciprocated.

Bending over a suitcase, June picked out her attire for the day. A plain white bra, white panties and suspender belt. Tan stockings came next, to be covered by a smart blue skirt and a dark blue blouse. As she stepped into her sensible, flat shoes she said, “Come on, stop lusting after me, let’s go.”

In the car on the way into Falmouth I asked June about her plan for the evening.

“Well I was thinking about the hot tub and how we use it. Floating Whilst Fucking is all very good but it’s a bit limited and not something you can build on. So my idea is this. We come home from work, shower off the dirt and you get in the tub and relax your muscles. I’ll prepare dinner, and bring you out drinks and nibbles and come and sit with you for a while and chat whilst the cooking is happening. When we are ready, we come inside, shower off and we eat dinner. We are then free to spend the evening however we want.”

“Sounds great, does it involve the green bikini and kimono?”

“It will have to, it’s the only one I’ve got. Now, before we get to the site, I want to talk to you about something. I got IT to give me a tablet. I want you to write your notes during the day on that, rather than in your normal notebooks. Don’t worry it is supposedly ruggedized. That way, I have your notes as you write then and I can be typing them up during the day. Any information you need, call me, I’ll send you the documents directly to it. Might save you leaving the shop floor and coming back upstairs to look at the paper plans all the time. I think I’ve got most, if not all of the ones you’ll need in digital form. Certainly all the new ones you just prepared.”

“My god June, you are a wonder. Next you’ll have turned my presentation for the maintenance crew into a PowerPoint presentation and brought a projector with us.”

June stared hard at me, and nodded her head towards the back seat.

“You didn’t? How did you get all this done whilst we were moving office? I don’t remember this all being in the submission you gave to Boss.”

“Ha, don’t tell them everything. I want them to think we are still working into the evenings, on our own time. I want us to be shagging. Work is for paid work hours only. Technology is what makes that possible.” dictated June.

“I can see my work life is going to be as different as my home life is. You are turning my life upside down. I must say, adverse to change that I am, I love it.” I turned off the car engine, leaned over and kissed her.

“That’s your ration for the day. Let’s go in there and be professional.”

“Yes Sir, lead on.”

Eight hours later we were in the car and heading back to the cottage.

“June, my darling, that seemed to go really well. I don’t know how it seemed to you but I just ploughed on with the work. Every time someone asked me a question, the answer was at my fingertips. I’ve written up a ton of notes, I hope it won’t take you too long to decipher them and get them transcribed.”

“Already done. There are a couple of technical phrases I couldn’t make sense of that I copied verbatim and highlighted to review later. And what is TFT?”

“That fuckin’ thing - shorthand for something I can’t remember the name of and don’t want to lose my train of through whilst in scribbling notes. I can’t believe you’ve got that done already. That is normally what I do of an evening whilst I’m away. Try and type up my notes, even if we spend time sorting out my TFTs and gobbledegook, we still have most of the evening free. You are a marvel, if I wasn’t driving, I’d kiss you.”

“We don’t do work out of hours, we’ll sort the bits in the morning back on site. Or in future, you stop earlier so we can review the day’s progress. That’s probably better and more efficient. Tonight is just for us, and my tits are full again.”

“Did you manage to grab a lunch break and do something?” I asked.

“Yes, I came out to the car and filled another bottle. Oh and they brought me cups of tea, with cow’s milk. It was horrible. I’ve got used to me! I supposed I could ask for it black and sneak a bottle of my own in.”

June reached over and took my left hand from the steering wheel and placed it on her breast.

“See very hard and full,” she then moved it down to her crotch “and here is very horny.”

I snatched my hand away and made a gear change. June reached over and squeezed the front of my trousers.

“Oh, you are too, glad you are not losing interest.”

“Christ June, losing interest is never going to happen. I just can’t drive and fondle you at the same time, more’s the pity.”

The car bounced up the track to the cottage.

“I know you are in a hurry, but you can slow down a bit, you are making them bounce” laughed June. “Now remember the plan, you go and shower and get in the tub. I’ll try not to look and get distracted. I’ll come and join you soon enough.”

Despite wanting to rip her clothes off and ravish her as we walked through the door, I obediently went and showered and then walked naked to the tub. It was already dark outside and the air was very cold. I lit the flaming torches and sank into the tubs welcoming warmth.

Ten minutes later June followed me out, carrying a tray and the bag with the breast pump over her arm. She put them down and stood up to reveal the green kimono and the bikini. By the flickering torchlight she looked beautiful. Removing the kimono I caught a glimpse of her remarkably hard nipples poking through the bikini cloth before she sank into the water and came for a warning embrace.

As our lips parted I said “Wow June you look so lovely, so desirable.”

“Just the same as yesterday, is it not becoming old?”

“A thing of beauty is a thing of beauty forever. It may be an old cliché, but referring to you, it could never be truer.” I kissed her and her hand found my cock and gave it a squeeze.

“That’s just to torment you. Now my breasts are very full and it’s too cold out here to have them above the water line. I’m going to see if I can attach the pump above the water and then sink down and see if it works with me underwater. I’ll throw this milk away and dry the tubing afterwards. For now I want to sit here with you, relax and have a drink.”

I put my arms around her and untied her bikini and lifted it off very slowly.

Her breasts were hard and firm, the nipples pointing straight out, larger and more suck-able than ever. I couldn’t restrain myself, taking a grip of one breast, I latched my mouth onto the other. June gasped.

“Stop it, stop it please. Or I can’t control myself. Wait, wait, please?”

I desisted and turned around to pour out the wine and get myself under control whilst June attached the pump. It seemed June had a plan in her head. We were normally very spontaneous and didn’t plan or have scenarios. But once or twice before June had exhibited a need to act to a storyline she had in mind. Love making with her was always spectacular, letting her have control made it even more so. I heard the pump start to hum and turned around and offered June a glass. An arm rose from the water, weaved around the length of tubing that vanished into the water and took the glass from me.

“Thank you, sweetheart, and sorry.”

“What on earth are you apologising for? You are quite correct, I can’t suckle underwater and it’s too cold to expose your perfect breasts to the night air. Did I tell you look spectacular tonight? Actually I still fancied you in your work clothes, but then again I’m biassed, I know what was underneath!”

“Sweetheart, you know, after we’ve had dinner…”

It was a June pause, she was embarrassed to be asking for something.

“Yes my darling, what can I do to fulfil your wildest desires?”

“Could you take me to bed and just lick me for a very long time. Not give in even if I beg you to fuck me?” June looked truly shameful, she hid behind her wineglass and sank lower in the water.

“I can do that as long as we still have the ‘banana’ safe word, I can’t do it without you having a safe word.”

“Okay, but there is more…”. If June sank any lower in the water she’d be blowing bubbles, not talking.

“I’m loving this so far, how else can you delight me?”

“I brought my little dildo with me…”

“Oh wow, I’ve never seen that in play yet, go on.”

“When I finally give up, could we try that spit roast you told me about, if you don’t mind. I promise I’ll give you my very best blowjob.”

“Well, I can not imagine how it could be any better than this morning’s, or any of your suckings, but if that is your desire, I’d love to try it out with you.”

“Sweetheart, I love you.”

June rose out of the water, removed the pump from one breast and placed it on the other, at the same time she moved to sit astride my legs and pushed her newly emptied breast into my mouth. I licked and then sucked the nipple. Milk flowed and I suckled for a moment then feeling her shiver, detached and lifted her semi-floating body off and back to a seat.

“These tubs are so much more fun in the summer. More wine darling?” I reached over for the wine bottle and the tub of nibbles she had put in the tray.

June accepted the top-up and snuggled against me, her hand stroking my cock slowly under the water.

“Thank you for not minding to try out my fantasy,” said June.

“Why on earth should I mind?”

“Well it’s a bit selfish, it’s all about me, you don’t get to shag me.”

“June, it’s not like our sex live is always about putting Tab A into Slot B. You know I’m always willing to try new things or old things in new combinations, and this sounds fantastically enjoyable to me. It also sounds fantastically enjoyable to you. It’s got me really turned on.”

“Okay and thank you. I think that’s enough of that pump for now. I’ll go inside, change and cook dinner. I’ll wave when it is time for you to come in and have a shower. No wanking whilst I’m gone, everything in there is for me, understand. Oh, and what would you like me to be wearing”

“Darling, anything you wear would be very detectable. Whatever you feel most sexy and relaxed in, this is your fantasy.”

She reached across and kissed me, and then, picking up her bikini top, kimono and pump, vanished into the night.

Ten minutes later, as I lay looking at the stars, I glanced over to the house. Through the glass back wall I could see June, wrapped in a white bathrobe, cooking, a cooking apron covering her front. I sank deeper into the water and sipped the wine.

From far away I could hear banging. I must have dozed off. I sat up and looked at the cottage. June was banging on the window and waving. I waved back and got out of the tub and walked towards her, carrying only the wine and glasses. June opened the door for me.

“Good god,” said June breathlessly, “you rose up out of the water naked and walked towards me from the dark, dripping wet and lit only by flaming torches. You better not have had a wank because I’m dripping just looking at you.”

She reached down and fondled my cock, which had gone to sleep with the rest of me, but due to the hot water had at least maintained its size, if not rigidity. It stiffened at the touch and her other hand went to her crotch.

“Quick, go and shower before my plan for the evening is ruined by my inability to not just shag you now.”

I padded off to the bathroom and came back rinsed, teeth cleaned and wrapped in just a bathrobe.

I sat at the table and June put a plate in front of me. It had a huge steak, a baked potato and fresh salad. A glass of red wine was already poured. June sat down also wearing a bathrobe.

“Steak for my sweetheart, lots of fresh meat to build up your strength.”

“It looks delicious, and what’s under the bathrobe?”

“That you will have to wait and see.”

I tucked into the steak with gusto. It was delicious and perfectly cooked. The wine was a perfect accompaniment. I managed all the steak but only half the potato.

“June, that was delicious. I really need to sit down for ten minutes to let that digest. It was beautiful. So succulent and tasty, without just being raw, an excellent meal. My compliments to the chef.”

“Thank you darling, let's sit on the sofa for a while and we can stare out into the dark.”

We dimmed the lights and looked out towards the sea, now lit by moonlight. It was unbelievably romantic. June sat, her feet tucked underneath her, resting her head on my shoulder.

After a while I placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head up and kissed her. Her response was warm and welcoming and it felt like I was sinking into her. I tightened my arms around her and felt a small shudder run through her slim frame.

“Bed?”

“Bed - wait.” June stood and shrugged off the bathrobe. Beneath it she was wearing just a wide, black lace suspender belt and black stockings. Nothing else. I was totally lost for words. I kept telling her how beautiful she was, how unbelievably sexy. Each time I saw her it looked better than the last. And now this topped it all.

“Wow, best ever!”

I stood up, left my bathrobe behind me and scooped her up into my arms. I carried her to the bed, very conscious that my rigid cock was waving about just below her perfect nakedness. I lay her on the bed, and before letting go, kissed her deeply. After a while her arms released my neck and I moved to lay between her legs, looking directly at her garden of delights. I gently kissed her minge and then, with both hands, gently parted her outer lips and ran my tongue between them. June shuddered and gasped. Another lick and then a kiss, I licked the hood and her hips rose. I sucked gently until her clitoris appeared. Greeting it with a kiss, I gave it a lick and then some gently sucking.

June groaned again and her hips writhed.

I reached up and cupped her, oh so firm, soft but firm, breasts and rubbed the nipples with my thumbs. June’s hands landed on mine, clamping me to a firmer grasp.

“Oh god, no, ah Sweetie” June’s hips bucked as the first orgasm rolled through her.

I licked as deep as I could, licked and sucked and kissed. June started a small, squeaking noise and an occasional muttered ‘No’. As another shudder ran through her, I changed tactics and started sucking her clitoris. Her hips banged up and down, almost throwing me off her.

“No, no, no, stop, it”

June had implicitly made me promise to not respond to no until I heard the safe word. I felt unsure, so I tested. Removing my lips I whispered “Is that banana darling”

“Fuck you No, don’t. Oh fuck”

I went back to sucking, suitably chastised.

Her next orgasm rolled through and I moved to plunge my tongue in and out of her as far as I could manage, stopping to drink up the moistness which was running down my chin, every few seconds it seemed.

“Oh for Fuck's sake fuck me, fuck me properly,”

I carried on and moved via licking to tonguing and then sucking her clitoris.

June’s orgasms seemed to blend into one with another, ups and downs, peaks and troughs. We were getting more than very, very moist, more than I could drink and still lick her. She removed her hands from where they had been clamping mine to her breasts and tangled them into my hair, gripping painfully. She forced my face further into her. If she didn’t cry off soon I would have to, or give up breathing. My hands felt wet.

“Oh FUCK, your better have a bloody good hard on, fuck you, BANANA!”

I stopped and moved to lay beside her, intending to cuddle her. Her face was streaked with tears and her mascara had run. Her breasts were slick with milk.

June had different ideas, she rolled onto top of me, sat up and put me inside her. She was so wet I slid straight in and she started pumping up and down chanting “cum, cum, cum”. I looked at her.

She looked down. “Don’t you dare cum, this is me.”

Then with a sudden body wrenching sob she stopped and collapsed down on me. After a minute or two to catch her breath she slid off me.

“Thank you, thank you so much.”

“My pleasure entirely.”

June felt between her legs,“Oh my god, you didn’t cum, oh I love you darling. Kisses.”

She leant in and kissed me with real passion and then licked my chin.

“I do get very wet don’t I?”

“Yes and I love it, love it so much. I wonder sometimes if I could make you squirt if I was just a bit better.”

“Better? Any better and you’d kill me.”

A pause.

“How do you make a woman squirt?”

“I don’t, or I never have. I’ve only ever seen it in videos, so it may be all fake. There seem to be as many people saying it doesn’t happen as say it does.”

“So when it does, how do they do it?”

“In the examples I’ve seen, either an orgasmic woman rubs her clit so very fast until it happens, or a man fingers her, again very fast. It may well be all fake.”

“Can we try sometime?”

“Yes, but if it doesn’t happen it doesn’t mean you failed, it either means it is all a fake or I’m doing it wrong. To be honest, the orgasms you just had, I can’t imagine you going any further. It would be like you giving me a massive orgasm and then wanting twice as much spunk. It’s not going to happen.”

“Talking of which, I promised you a reward.”

“June, aren’t you exhausted?”

“Kiss me and let’s find out.”

Her lips met mine and there was no diminishing of the passion we had felt earlier. Without breaking contact, June got her knees underneath her and climbed over me and moved her legs until they were at right angles to mine. Her right hand fished under the pillow.

“Here it is, not as big as you but it will have to do.”

She passed me a silicon dildo. It was, in truth, almost the size of me, but more rubbery and flexible.

I looked at this beautiful woman, the dildo on my hand and felt like I was going to be violating her.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I’ve never poked anything into you that wasn’t me before…

“Don’t worry, that’s been in me many times. Never gave me an orgasm like you do. I want to try this.”

She kissed my lips and then turned her attention to my cock. I looked down and could see her head moving up and down and her lips rising and falling on my erect cock. Not only was the feeling lovely, so was the view. In addition I had a side view of her breasts, pointing downward. Slightly heavier than they used to be, actually some weight hanging, not just their pertness pointing down. Without removing her mouth, June brought me back to the moment, “Mmmm, me?”

“Sorry.”

I reached between her legs and felt into her moistness. She was still very wet. Holding the dildo towards its top, I slipped the tip in. June groaned in the back of her throat and her hips pushed backwards. I adjusted my grip and pushed more into her. Together we synchronised so that I was moving it in and out as her head went up and down. I hoped June was enjoying it because it just distracted me from her wondrous sucking.

After about ten minutes June stopped.

“You aren’t really enjoying this are you?”

“Are you?”

“I’d rather have you inside me than that thing and I’d rather be suckling you when you enjoy it. What am I doing wrong?”

“You aren’t doing anything wrong. I’m sorry, it’s just distracting. If I was just trying to make you come with the dildo it would be a bit like using my fingers, and I’d enjoy it. If you were just sucking me, it would be fantastic, it always is. This is a bit like 69, neither of us are lost in it. And it’s not like real shagging, when we are both going for it, for each other’s and our own enjoyment. Sorry. Have I said too much?”

“No sweetheart, you are, as always, exactly right.”

“Tell you what I did like.”

“What?”

“Watching your boobs swing.”

She sat up. “Well go and fetch your phone then, best film it so I can see it later.”

I fetched my phone and June leant over and started sucking me again. I filmed her mouth and gently swaying boobs until I was losing concentration. I put the phone down.

“You’ve stopped filming,” said June.

“Sorry, my mind was elsewhere, you gorgeous woman.”

“Do you know what I’d really like?”

“No, but tell me, if it is humanly possible, it’s yours.” I grasped her upper arm and drew her gently towards me. She lay, half on top of me, one arm on the bed, the other still stroking my cock.

“Something we did the other day…”

“Oops, June pause. But it must be possible if we’ve already done it once.”

“Well we were making love, from behind, but standing up, when you came, you spurted in me and then I turned around and swallowed the rest.”

“And you want to try that again? Wasn’t that in a manic session, not gentle lovemaking?” I queried.

“Yes, okay, just make love to me normally.”

“Just make love to me normally! You sound so disappointed.”

June laughed, “sorry darling, that came out wrong, as the bishop said to the actress.”

“Hey, that’s my line. OK. Lean on the foot of the bed, I’ll see if I can resist just pumping you full.”

June leant over, her beautiful pert arse framed by the suspenders and stockings. I slid in.

“Oh my god June, that’s…lovely.”

“Ahhhh, what is?”

“Being in you, it’s just so lovely.”

She started moving her hips “can you rub my clit as well, I want to cum hard with you?”

I leant right over her and started thrusting and rubbing. She started to groan,

“Oh, any time now, just cum.”

She was very wet and I’d been hard and soft repeatedly that evening, now I wasn’t ready to cum.

“I’m not ready yet, darling.”

“Oh, fucking hell, I’m cumming again.”

She shook and I took hold off her hips and thrust faster and harder.

“Ohhh god, fuck, fuck, again cum, please cum.”

“Here it comes, are you ready…”

I pumped hard and deep in her, pulled out and clenched and held on as long as I could. June fell to her knees and turned around and groped for my cock. Not fast enough, I couldn’t hold on long enough, the second spurt hit the middle of her face and then she had her lips around me and was sucking hard. The spurts ended and she removed her mouth and swallowed. Taking her hand I went to lay on the bed and recover. June followed me.

“Oh god, your balls, I want to suck them while they are moving.” She climbed on top of me as if to 69. One hand alighted on the abandoned dildo.

“Here, do me with this whilst I suck your balls.”

“You are fucking joking” I laughed “Yayyy ha, you aren’t.”

June had one of my balls in her mouth and was already sucking. The dildo slid in easily and I started moving out on and out gently. After a few minutes, June tired of my balls, gave my limp cock a quick suck and rolled over into her back.

“Oh my god you are fantastic. Can you just do that fast until I cum again?”

I sped up with the dildo. Somehow this was arousing, just as the spit-roast hadn’t been.

June started humping her hips and her hand started squeezing her breasts.

“Faster, yes, faster, fuck you, faster, oh god faster, fuck fuck fuck.,”

Suddenly her hands clamped mine still.

She held me still for a moment and then let go and said, “Take it out.” I gently withdrew.

The bed was soaked.

I lay over her and kissed her.

“Fuck me, you know how to make a girl cum don’t you?”

“It appears I know how to make this one do so, in conjunction with her instructions.”

“Sweetheart, did I make you cum enough?”

“How on earth could you imagine not? You give me the most incredible orgasms, here let me wipe that spunk off your face and kiss your nose.”

June laughed. “Shall we shower before bed, I think we should, and new bedsheets.”

We got up. The bed was a scene of devastation.

“I think we wrecked that,” I said.

“I think you’ve wrecked my pussy, I might never walk again.”

“Sorry, was I too rough with the dildo?”

“The dildo? The dildo? It never touched the sides after the rogering you gave me from behind.”

As we lay in bed later, snuggled together between clean sheets, June turned to me.

“Can we watch the video on your phone?”

“Of course darling, and if you don’t like it, we’ll delete it.”

I held my phone up and found the latest file. After a few minutes watching, June said sleepily,

“I do have nice tits, don’t I?”

“The best darling, the best.”

But I was talking to myself.

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