Confession time (the vicar’s fault)

Confession time had arrived, the moment Penny had been dreading was here. There was no pretending it hadn’t happened, the evidence was there in plain sight. Penny could feel her face heating up with embarrassment, she wanted to hide behind her coat but she knew this was going to be something she would have to face. She would have to live with the consequences of her error, it was her weakness that had led to this.

Taking her time to look around the room, biting her lip, staring unseeingly at the posters on the walls of this small room. The wooden chair uncomfortable, but more so than usual today. The light but fir touch on her arm brough Penny back to the here and now.

How is the dancercise class was going ? You are still going every week I take it

yes

and your increased medication how is that going?

Thats ok I increased them just the way you told me to. I’m now on 2 tablets twice a day no problem. I found that setting an alarm to go off in the evenings helps remind me to take the second dose.

Right but you don’t seem to be losing any weight, is there a problem sticking to the diet.

Errmm yes it’s ummm not easy especially since………..

…….since what Penny?

Since the vicar…..

The vicar?

Yes its all the vicar’s fault

What on earth did the vicar do?

He reminded me how wonderful they are
It isn’t often that a vicar makes me salivate

I can see you are finding this hard but unless you tell me I can’t help you.

I was out shopping for salad and yoghurts to take to work for lunch when I found myself in search of them……….I couldn’t help it…….I wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t for him. Then once I had given in the first time it happened again and again every time I went. Then I would dash home to pop them in the oven for a few minutes before splitting them open adding a knob of sunflower spread.

What?

There is nothing more heavenly than a warm cheese scone with melting butter dripping down your chin.

Laughing the diabetic nurse assured Penny that is all it was she could find a recipe for low fat scones and she could make her own but not to have too many.

Roger returns

Perhaps I was hallucinating, after all I had been driving for 6 hours in rain on unfamiliar roads. I was unwell and had got soaked every time I had moved to or from the car. It was late evening by the time I was home (soaked to the skin again) sipping a cuppa soup prior to running a soothing bubble bath. Switching on my laptop I saw his name at the top of my list of friends online. That couldn’t be right. Roger couldn’t be online, he hadn’t been for years……he had probably deleted the account by now.

Less than a minute later a chat window opened up and Roger was saying hello. We chatted briefly, long enough for him to tell me that he is back in my town for a while. This morning he was online again before he dashed off to work.

After the unexpected chat with Russell last week just 24 hours after I posted about the way Jim had disappeared and reappeared in my life this is just a little bit spooky.

Roger was the first married man I had met for over 20 years. My second ever. We had started off chatting online through Adult friend finder. He is in the Forces and was stationed at the Base on the edge of my town. I believe his profile stated single (or maybe it was ‘prefer not to say’) anyway we chatted for a few days before agreeing to meet for a drink. It was then that he asked me if I had any NO NOs . I started off with No married men. He confessed that he is married but his wife is 200 miles away. I agreed to meet him for a drink anyway. But had no intention of doing anything other than having a friendly drink/chat. He was after all away from home and didn’t know many people in the town.

He picked me up from the next road, he was very handsome and great company.  Sitting in the pub with our glasses of fruit juice hardly touched as we talked and talked it seemed so natural to give in when he leaned in for a kiss. What was I thinking of ? This man who is not only married, not only extremely handsome (in a tall dark prince charming kind of way) and good company too but at least 10 years my junior………I don’t do younger (my head can’t get around it).

I didn’t put up any resistence when he suggested that we go back to his room on the Base. The security guards hardly batted an eyelid as we drove through the gate. This was the first time I had seen inside the accomodation blocks. he was in a senior ratings block. He smuggled me up the stairs to his room (not easy with my heels clattering on the stairs).

Sitting on the edge of his double bed we resumed our kissing. It wasn’t long before we were both stripped of our clothes, I was a little shy as he was only the second man I had met on AFF ……….I was still new to having sex with anyone since my marriage had ended a few months earlier.  Roger is a very fit and energetic lover. He is very attentive…..just as any an should be. I had warned him that I get very wet (he wasn’t prepared for just how wet I get) neither was I prepared for how wet he gets. I had never met a man who sweats as much during sex ( before or since). It wasn’t a bad thing it was quite sexy even so long as it wasn’t dripping into my eye. It was the height of summer (or at least as hot as summer gets here in UK).

We met a few times after this but mostly we just chatted online, it wasn’t always easy to make time in our schedules to be able to meet in person. After that first time Roger left a testimonial on my profile.

What a chatty, smiley girl SN is. ‘Busty’! Certainly! A boob man’s dream! 😉 Outside the bedroom SN is warm, laid back, chatty and smiley. And what a charming smile too! Really good company. Inside the bedroom she has a shy innocents that just makes you want her more. Receptive, warm and very, very wet! Hmmm! 😉 I spent a very enjoyable evening both outside as well as inside the bedroom with SN and hope to repeat the experience again soon! Let me bathe in your rivers again sometime! 😉 xx

Eventually Roger was almost found out by someone he worked with. He made the decision to give up seeing any of the women he had been having fun with. Not long after that (we had stayed in contact) he moved back home. His contact was very sparse for a while then stopped altogether a couple of years ago.

Until now……….

getting hot and bothered with facebook

It has been a week now since I started my new facebook account in the name of Anna Jay. I have lots of nice new friends and it hasn’t done this blog any harm either as I noticed that my stats have increased and yesterday was a record day.

But what I really like is the new friends I have some of them I would never have found without this fb account. I have found Easily Aroused who I had mistakenly thought had given up writing on his blog a few years ago. Even though it has been a few years since last reading his blog some of his fantasies are indelibly etched on my mind. His writing has never failed to make me very hot and wet.

There are others who I had never heard of before but I shall enjoy getting to know them. I love the sexy profile pictures but I also like some of the links that are being posted. I have found myself particularly drawn to the pictures from double the pleasure. I may be more straight than Bi although I am a little curious these pictures of nubile young women kissing and fondling have got me more than a little wet. I have had to remove my knickers and sit on a folded towel while I write this post. I have checked out all 3 pages of pictures that can be sent as gifts to friends……..who wants one? But for me I think my favourite is Heidi and Sandi but they are all very hot and I am now highly aroused. I would love to be in a clinch with any of the girls featured. If you want to see what I am talking about have a gander at this. Male or female you won’t be able to resist, I know I couldn’t resist squeezing my left nipple while my right hand worked on my already wet and engorged clit just thinking about them.

I have also found a game I didn’t know about which has currently got me hooked………..would it suprise you to know I have been playing The Sex Game. I am of course neither a monogamist or a player but a nympho (what else?). I could do with some friends to help me though.

give away competition

I have been approached by a Company called Luxotiq who create high end adult toys. You can see for yourselves here. They use only quality materials like surgical grade stainless steel, glass and semi precious stone. I personally favour the rose quartz.

Luxotiq is giving away 10 Isis dildos. 5 winners will be selected at random to receive an Isis. An Isis will also be sent to your friend.

Details can be found  here.

after hours

It was the first sunny afternoon for weeks and Stu was stuck in the office. His partner Jim and the girls who work for them had left 20 minutes ago. Stu was enjoying the peace, he had a complicated quote to prepare for a client who would be arriving first thing tomorrow. It would take him at least an hour more to get this done but at least he wouldn’t be interrupted. He glanced out of the window by his left elbow watching the sun playing in the leaves of the big oak tree across the car park then past the tree across to the distant hills,lush green for once at this time of year after all the recent rain. He couldn’t wait to escape and go for his customary drink at his local pub on the way home. On a day like this he could sit in the beer garden with his pint and read his paper. Reluctantly he turned back to the sheaf of paper on his desk and clicked the mouse, immediately the screen of his laptop leapt back into life. Stu had been working for about 5 minutes when he thought he heard someone on the stairs leading up to this first floor office. Stu dismissed the thought quickly as no one would be here at this time the office sign at the entrance had been turned to show closed, he had seen to that himself. he heard the familiar creak of the door from across the room. As he watched the door slowly crept open a head of black hair came around the door followed by the rest of the woman. head held high the woman stepped into the room looked around and saw Stu at his desk in the far corner of the room.

‘Hello, can I help you he asks’ curiosity getting the better of him.

With the assurance of a proud woman she makes her way towards Stu. Extending her hand she tells him that she is hoping he can help her. A quick glance from head to toe tells tu that this woman knows how to dress but has obviously fallen on hard times. Her elegant black court shoes have seen better days as has her mid calf length red skirt. Stu always notices the shoes a woman is wearing but his eyes have become rivetted to her impressive bust which is held under a modest top not quite matching the skirt in color. As she breathes he is transfixed by the sight of the swell of her bosom as it heaves up and down. Her skin the color of polished rosewood blemish free from what he can see as he lifts his eyes to her face, her full lips and the widest brown eyes he has ever seen. Stu realises that this woman before him is speaking but he has heard nothing. He shakes his head and asks her to repeat what she just said.

‘I am looking for work, I have recently become widowed, I need to work to feed my children.’

Stu looks across the room he doesnt need any staff, this is only a small office, Stu, Jim and the two girls Lydia and Maria who work for them. Regretfully his tells this vision before him that he can’t offer her anything. she offers to clean the office, anything at all if she can earn some money to buy supper for her little ones. Stu tells her to take a seat and tell him a bit more about herself. there might be a way he can help her but as yet he doesn’t know how. He is always happy to help anyone in trouble, especialy someone as beautiful and exotic looking as this creature. A few minutes later he has learnt that Elisa came from a comfortable life with her hard working husband and three children to her current impoverished state following the death of her husband. he had fallen into debt, gambling and cancelled his insurance policies, leaving her with nothing after his death. Their house had been repossessed, she was now living in a one bedroom flat with her girls, the eldest aged 13 was looking after the younger two while Elisa went looking for work. by the end of her tale Stu’s heart had been sorely touched. He looked in his wallet and removed the £45 that as nestling there and handed it to Elisa. It wasn’t much but it would buy her food for a few days.

Elisa was adamant that she could not accept this money as she had done nothing to earn it. He assured her that she had earnt every penny just by walking into this office and brightening his evening with her vibrant smile. Suddenly Elisa lept up and threw her arms around Stu kissing him full on the lips in gratitude. He couldn’t help himself, he held her to him and kissed her back. He knew he shouldn’t do this but it isn’t every day that such a lovely woman throws herself into his lap to give him such a sumptuous kiss. Stu felt her hesitate then relax into the kiss. The longer the kiss continued the more confident he became as he held onto her, letting his tongue probe her slightly parted lips. Soon his tongue was searching the very depths of her soft warm mouth. Stu’s hands crept round her back one resting in the small of her back the other moving up to hold her head to his. Elisa didn’t pull back just accepted the kiss. He felt as though he wanted to hold her forever and not let anything bad happen to her. As Elisa began to relax against his chest as he continued to kiss her, she began to return his kiss with a passion she hadn’t felt for many months. Suddenly the loneliness of recent months hit her in the pit of the stomach as if someone had punched her. elisa’s hand slipped up to mike’s face caressing his cheek as their kisses became more fervent. Stu nuzzles his face against her hair smelling the scent of coconuts in her clean tresses.

His hands begin to wander over her back, Elisa does nothing to stop him, she is melting into him, her hands also begin to roam. He can’t believe it when her fingers start to fiddle with his shirt buttons, he had removed his tie when the others left for the day. Deftly she has his shirt open and nuzzles her face against the moderate amount of hairs on his chest. He takes this as his cue to let his hands wander towards her breasts. Tentatively at first, he doesn’t want to push his luck he lets his fingers trace the outine of her breast. When she still does nothing to stop him he becomes bolder and pinches the nipple of her left breast, she sighs and nuzzles closer, he lets his fingers slip inside her top, caressessing the soft skin as it rises and falls with her every breath.

Stu, ever the gentleman tells Elisa that she is very beautiful, he looks into her sad eyes and sees a spark light up as his fingers find her nipple under the fabric of her bra and give it a flick, a slight moan escapes her lips. Emboldened now he pushes her away from his chest and tugs her top over her head he has a great need to gaze on these silken orbs. To his amazement she twists an arm behind her back releasing the clasp of her black lace bra and flings it across the room landing on the back of Jim’s chair just at the edge of his eyesight. He is overtaken by a desire for this wonderful woman who was so unexpectedly sat on his lap. He dips his head toward her bosom massaging her right breast with his hand he finds her left nipple and sucks it into his mouth flicking with his tongue as he does so. Elisa wriggles in his lap holding onto his head for dear life as he suckles harder on her now engorged nipple. To his utter suprise Elisa begins to sing, softly at first but gradually getting louder as her wriggles increase. the more she wriggles he can feel his erection growing steadily harder until he can contain it no longer. Releasing her nipple Stu lifts Elisa from his lap and places her onto his desk, the papers he was working on scatter in all directions. He closes his laptop and stands before Elisa tasting her lips again as he resumes the passionate kiss of a few moments earlier.

As he stands before her one arm around her waist his right hand rests on her thigh, his ever increasing lust growing more evident he groans. She looks down and catches sight of the bulge in his black pin striped suit trousers. She reaches down and runs a nail across his bulge. He is undone now he cant back off now he must have her here and now. like lightening his hand is inside her skirt while his other hand wrestles with his belt. She helps him with the belt and unzips him. his fingers find her panties they are damp and getting damper. with his thumb and fore finger he pulls the fabric to one side, inserts his middle finger where she is wettest. He wriggles his hips a little to loosen his trousers and they fall to the floor as he knew they would. (he has practiced this move with his girlfriend).

he grabs her hips pulling her to the edge of the desk, her now soaking wet pussy is begging to be filled and he is going to be the one to do it. Still Elisa has not pulled away or complained if anything she is enjoying his attentions. It seems to him that she wants this as much as he does, but just to make sure he asks her if it is ok to continue. He is so fucking hard now he needs the release of cumming in a hot pussy. If she says no its going to be damn hard to stop but he will respect her wishes. He is after all a gentleman. Elisa looks him in the eye and almost screams at him

‘fuck, fuck, fucccccccckkkkkkkkkk me now pleaseeeeeeee I neeeeedd to beee fuuuuuckkkedddddd pleeeeeeaaaaaaaaasssssssseeeeeeeeee’

He didn’t need telling twice, he fumbles in his desk drawer for the pack hidden right at the back. Expertly covers his cock with a bright yellow banana flavoured condom he pushes inside her and pumped for all he was worth while she wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands upon his shoulders singing wildly fuck me oh please fuck me I need you to fuck me. Stu’s girlfriend Louise is a moaner, his wife Val never makes much noise, he has had other lovers some quiet some not so quiet but he had never come across a woman who sang while having her cunt fucked. This was so new to him it made him even more aroused. He shoots his load and shudders as his body begins to relax. Slowly he withdaws and sinks to his knees in worship. But Elisa isn’t finished yet. She grabs his head and pulls it against her still bucking cunt. MMMM now this is something that he has dreampt of, burying his face in the wet pussy of a stranger. She tastes so sweet he must drink her juice, slowly he brings his tongue down from her clit to her ass and back again, he lets his tongue circle her swollen bud. He repeats this a few times before letting his tongue lickup all the juice that dribbles out of her swollen lips. mmmm he is in heaven now. Just then his phone beeps with the arrival of a text,he will look at it in a minute but first he must sup all that this woman has to offer. As he is giving his tongue a good workout in this invitingly wet pussy she shudders through an orgasm, goes rigid then relaxes. Elisa pushes his head away and says she should be going, her girls will be getting hungry.They both adjust their clothing and replacing those garments that had been discarded, she says nothing, he tells her she is wonderful. Elisa blushes, thanks him and walks to the door. He checks his text message. It is his friend, the one he fancies like mad but can’t have.

‘I have finished writing your fantasy for you’.

Lol good girl and what timing, he wonders if he could get her to write one like this?

what was that about?

I’m not sure if I have ever mentioned him on here.

When I first started seeing Fred the first time around I had also just begun seeing Russell. who is also single, lives the same distance away but in the opposite direction. I usually saw Russell at weekends staying overnight. He was very sweet, would serenade me. Once I was feeling poorly with sinusitis he made me a special hot toddy and treated me with various aromatic rubs.

I remember one late night phone call during which he told me that I am perfect (apart from the little poblem that I have children). But he liked our arrangement where he would let me know when he was feeling horny and in need of female company then I would drive to him (unless I was too tired). Funny how he was never available when I was feeling horny. He wasn’t interested in having a relationship.

After about six months I finished seeing him. I wanted to concentrate on finding a man who did want a relationship. He wan’t happy, told me he would wait for my broken heart.

Last summer (almost 2 yrs later) he sent me a message through a dating site. A series of emails them IM followed. After a lot of discussion (eventual on the phone) we agreed to try having a relationship as that was what I wanted. He doesn’t think he is any good at relationships but I am worth trying with. I bet you know what happened next…………

Yes I got in my car and drove to his place. We had a nice night together followed by our familiar morning in bed eating toast drinking tea and chatting. I didn’t hear from him then until Tuesday lunch time when I received a text telling me that he would not be contacting me again.

I was shocked…………..even if he didn’t want to do the relationship bit I thought he would still want to see me. But no I didn’t hear from him again.

Until last night………….

along came Jim

I see his photo most days on face book, I get the occasional email usually something he is sending to all his ‘friends’ a good cause email either to do with cancer or kids or ‘our heroes’. I don’t like the picture he is using now, I much prefer the one he has used the most. Maybe because that was the second picture I saw of him, (the first of his face). It was the picture I printed off and carried around for a while. Yeah I know cheesy right. (I don’t do that now).

After my marriage collapsed I had an on off affair with Don, after 6 months we booked a holiday together, the next day he dumped me for his other on off girlfriend aka TB (the bitch). I took my kids on holiday without him, that was a very subdued holiday. But before the holiday I had joined AFF, on the day I returned from the holiday I had a message from a new man not too far away slightly younger than me but not much, asking for a chance. There was just one problem………..his profile photo was of his erection. I had been drinking wine earlier and feeling bolshy told him that if he wanted a chance he had better change his photo.  I would not be able to recognise him if we ever met unless he was going to drop his pants in public. He soon sent me the photo that even now is indelibly imprinted in my mind.

We chatted on and off for a couple f days arranging to meet at the end of the week (the day after his birthday). All week  I felt such an incredible connection that I worried meeting him would be a disappointment. It wasn’t, we clicked right away, I didn’t even mind that he smoked. We seemed to get on well, I called him my toyboy even though there’s less than 2 years between us. He told me I had lied on my profile calling myself ‘ample’ when in his opinion I clearly wasn’t, (apart from the obvious).

We went for a drive, found a secluded car park. I climbed onto his lap on the back seat, it became a standing joke that I had soaked his trousers. Over the next few weeks we became close, when we were not together, there were text and IM everyday. Then came the day that he insisted we were going to meet at our usual meeting place. We had not made any earlier arrangement so this was a suprise to me. But a bigger suprise was still to come. Sipping our hot drinks as we chatted and kissed he told me that he had to tell me something I wouldn’t like. I wasn’t prepared for what he told me next.

Six months earlier he had applied for a job that would not only be a promotion but also take him closer to his children. I was pleased for him of course but this move was going to take him to Europe and happen in just 4 days time. He would be back from time to time and we would keep in contact. True to his word a month later we spent a night together in a hotel that we had stayed in before. This was the night he introduced me to my first sex toys. My first experience of having a vibrator used on me.

I had never known that a vibrator induced orgasm could be so incredible. That night was one of the best sexual experiences I had had to that date. The sight of Jim standing naked at the window smoking, watching a deer in the car park in the middle of the night will remain with me for a very long time. In the morning Jim gave me the vibrator he had used on me the night before. It was my first lady lust finger (maybe that is why I am so fond of them). He also gave me my orange dildo.

That morning as we kissed goodbye in the car park I had no idea that I would never see him again. A brief exchange of text messages that evening gave no clue that he was about to vanish from my life. He did not reply to any of my text messages or emails, nothing. I was very worried, although a civillian I knew that his work someties took him to places like Iraq and Afghanistan. I was convinced that something awful had happened. The silence was painful. A year passed and still nothing. I am sure you can imagine the shock I felt when out of the blue I received an email from Jim. It was nothing personal, just a chain email. I replied.

‘So you are still alive then’

A series of emails ensued from which I learnt that he had purposefully given me that last night together knowing that he planned to disappear from my life. He thought that I would get over him quicker that way. I don’t know when but he had decided to make his life in Europe with no plans to return to UK.

facebook

I have been on facebook for a few years now although selective of who I add as friends 95% are real life friends/family some are friends through blogging. Recently there have been more and more bloggers I know through this blog. So rather than keep adding too many bloggers who will then have access to my personal life I have now created a new profile as Secretly naughty, unfortunately the automated system didn’t like the name Secretly naughty so I am using one of my pseudonyms Anna Jay. Those of you who are already friends on my personal facebook will get invites to this one also.

If anyone else would like to be a friend please let me know

I am currently using this as my profile picture

suprise

“Have been asked by ‘sherry’ if you/us will meet her fb tonight and allow him  to play with you as a suprise birthday treat. Meet 10pm in car park.”

That was the suprise text I received from Dave whilst at work. I didn’t reply until I could get home and check out who this was. I found a profile of a local single female.

Dave text me again later.

hi what would you like to do tonight? If you want to text Sherry her number is ************* she is a midwife.

After thinking about this I decided against it.

hi this is sn I gather that you want to give your fb a b’day suprise. Unfortunately I am really tired tonight. Really sorry.

now Im gutted u ok hun x

yeah just get more tired as week goes by. I did give this serious thought though. Maybe another time.

cant u just watch him cum x

no sorry

pretty please x

By this time I was feeling suspicious. Dave was now online

what was the plan?

She wants us to meet her fuck buddy, its his birthday today she says. She wants you to suck him or let him cum over you. I told her it’s up to you.

I text her to say I’m too  tired which I am.

ok. by the way she saw us up on the hill that time.

She is trying to put pressure on me. I’m not sure this is a woman……….I think this is a single guy.

I think it might be too but her profile looks ok

how would she/he know they saw us?

she told me my licence plate number

ouch

must have a good memory

that’s not good that someone is keeping a record……… do you remember seeing any women?

was too busy………….there were other cars there.

how did the conversation get around to that and how did they make connection between a couple dogging in april an a couple on fab in sept?

She asked if I ever went dogging, I said I sometimes went on the hill, she said she did too. She recognised make of car.

I don’t like the sound of this………….I was worried before I said I was too tired but now it feels freaky.

yeah I thought so too

Wish I hadn’t text from my private phone now.

you should have let me text , never mind

this  ‘sherry’ is now asking if tomorrow is better……………have not replied

hmmm I did say that we were already busy……..I am IM’ing her but she/he’s not talking to me……….don’t reply

I have not heard anything more but I do think this was a single guy trying his luck. It is very un-nerving to think that they have kept a note of Dave’s reg number months later.

Omg

The plan was that I would rush home from work grab some sexy clothes and drive to  Dave’s house. Where I would have a quick shower and change. We would be meeting Yvette and Alfie for a drink and chat which may or may not lead to fun.

What actually happened was that I got home, Dave text me to say that our guests had not arrived, we agreed that I would stay where I was until we knew whether Y & A would be arriving.  Whilst I was waiting I discovered that Karl had called around to fix a dripping tap in my kitchen.  Although he knows that Dave has set up a joint profile for us he gets jealous not of me seeing Dave but of any fun we might have when he isn’t. It was for this reason that I didn’t want to have to tell him that I was going out especially as it was with Dave to meet another couple.

Dave text me that Y & A were on their way, Karl wanted a cup of tea before he went. Finally Karl left I managed to grab a pair of stockings and my sexy red/black shoes under the watchful eye of a teenager muttering that I was going out for a while. (still dressed in my work clothes). Driving as swiftly as traffic and traffic lights would allow, I arrive at the end of Dave’s road, swap my flat driving shoes for my heels. Why do I always forget how steep his road is? (he lives at the bottom of the slope). I needn’t have worried about being late as they hadn’t arrived yet. Nipping into the bathroom to pull on my stockings I discover the biggest hole ever so abandon them.

When they did arrive my first thought was ooooooooohhhhh mmmyyyy ggggaawwwwd look at the size of him !!! But that was nothing compared to my suprise when after chatting for a while Yvette out of the blue announced that she wanted to take all her clothes off.  We all trooped upstairs to the bedroom with a view.

Within a blink of an eye Yvette was left wearing only her fishnet stockings and fishnet body which left her heavy breasts exposed. I stripped down to my black lace bra and knickers, conscious that I had not had a chance to shower. All concerns over that were soon wiped from my mind when the enormouse frame of Alfie was hovering over me helping me out of my remaining garments. Supringly for such a big guy his kisses were not too bad, but it was when my hand reached between his legs that I was in for the biggest shock.

I have never come across a guy with such huge and I mean huge balls. They were massive, I have never seen anything like it. But his cock ! that was another matter altogether. I couldn’t find it. All I could find were these huge balls. OK now this was a lay back and think of England type moment. No wonder Yvette was making the most of enjoying everything Dave was doing to her. I lay back on the bed knees bent feet on the edge allowing Alfie to firstly lick me out, not bad, for a while. Before vigorously finger fucking me. I let him continue long after it had begun to feel sore, probably out of pity. Yvette alongside me with Dave was being very vocal in here enjoyment.

After Alfie had finished playing with my now raw cunt I sat up to once again massage between his legs. Ooohhh mmyyy gggaawwdd I found it! There it was nestled right at the top of his balls. His cock was hardly more than an inch long, (smaller than Dave’s big toe). When I had first seen him when he arrived I had been shocked at how big he was both in height and weight. I was concerned about the thought of his huge frame on top of me as he rammed into me. (I didn’t think I was going to manage this or even want to) . But now I was even more shocked at how small his cock is, I have never seen one so small, (so small that I couldn’t even wank it……the slightest hand movement and it had slipped through my fingers). I always say that the size of a man’s cock is irrelevant (unless in my case it is too big to fit me) but in this instance it did matter.

Minutes later they were both dressing and taking their leave of us. I remained  naked on the bed while Dave saw them out. On his return we shared a few kisses and cuddles before dressing our selves.

I now have to rethink my idea that the size of a man’s cock doesn’t matter…………99 times out of 100 it doesn’t. But guys unless you are as small as this guy you have noting to worry about. The young guy always used to fret about being too small. I have never met him so cannot judge but have always said that if you can hold it in your hand to wank it then it isn’t too small.

Have you ever come across a cock as small as this or perhaps one that is extra big. What is the bigest or amallest you have seen? When is small too small or big too big?