A VERY SEXY CARD GAME....

George locked the bedroom door behind them, and took Kathy in his arms, his mouth on hers, his tongue seeking for hers, and his hands fondling her breasts. "I've been wanting to do that all evening; you look absolutely wonderful."

Kathy reciprocated briefly, and then pushed him away. "Let's get started. I'll go for a quick loo and tidy my make-up, while you sort out the cards and pour us a drink; I'll have a whisky, please. After that, you can go and tidy yourself while I sort out my 'toys'. Then we'll be ready to start!"

George considered the temperature of the room. He thought it was about right; he didn't want it too cold, because soon both of them would be naked. As a precaution, he adjusted the control to increase the temperature by a couple of degrees. He retrieved his bottle of Glen Morangie from his case, and poured a couple of large measures, adding some ice cubes from the mini-bar. He heard the sound of a tap running in the bathroom as Kathy brushed her teeth. He found his playing cards, and sat down in one of the armchairs, distractedly shuffling the cards. Kathy returned, looking refreshed and smiling broadly, but without her jewellery. "I've taken my pill," she announced, "so that's OK!"

George went to the bathroom himself, peed, washed, cleaned his teeth and refreshed his Eau de Cologne.

As he re-entered he bedroom, Kathy had just finished laying out her 'toys' on the bed – four silk cords with velvet cuffs, two dildos of different sizes, a vibrator, a tube of lubricating jelly, and a vibrating butt-plug. "That should keep us amused," she announced with a grin. "Let's go. Cut for first deal!"

George cut the cards and showed the jack of diamonds; Kathy turned up the ace of clubs. "Hmmm," said George, "looks as if you're in luck to-night!"

Kathy, as promised, played a mean hand of Gin Rummy. In no time, it seemed, George had lost the first three hands. His shoes and socks had already gone, and now he started to remove his belt.

"Objection!" she cried. "You can't possibly count your belt as a separate item – it's part of your trousers! Get 'em off!"

"Nonsense!" he retaliated. "I'm sure you're going to count your suspender belt as an item, and they're an integral part of your stockings. Anyway, you're miles ahead already!"

"Perhaps I should send for an impartial referee. What's the name of that handsome young waiter?" she teased.

Eventually, she agreed, and he removed his belt.

George dealt the next hand, took a sip of his drink. 'Concentrate!' he said to himself. 'This is getting a bit desperate; I've already lost half my clothes and she hasn't started yet!'

Perhaps his luck changed, or perhaps Kathy was becoming over-confident, but George won the next two hands. Kathy removed her shoes and then her stockings, making sure that George had a good view of her thighs and skimpy thong as she did so. George felt his cock rising. 'That's not going to help my concentration,' he thought.

The next hand, Kathy won, and George's shirt came off. Then George won again. Kathy hoisted up the skirt of her dress, posed provocatively and removed her suspender belt.

The following deal also went George's way. Kathy frowned a little, stood up, unzipped her dress and stepped out of it. Now dressed only in bra and thong, she paraded around the room. George felt his erection pulsating in his crutch, and noticed a hint of moisture on Kathy's tight thong. The outer lips of her pussy pouted at him from under the flimsy black material. "Come here," he pleaded, let me hold you."

"No. Hands off!" she exclaimed. "Now let's see if you can still concentrate on the cards!"

Kathy won the next hand very quickly, and called, "Gin!" after a couple of draws. "Get 'em off!" she chuckled. "Let's see your thighs!"

With a show of reluctance, George removed his trousers, and stood in his plain cream silk boxers, barely concealing his erection. Only one 'life' remained for him.

The tenth hand was long and protracted. George was puzzled at Kathy's play; twice she threw away cards she had previously picked from the discards. Eventually, he called. "One," he announced, showing his hand, with the additional non-matching ace.

"You win – I've got five," she smiled, throwing her cards on the table. "Un-clip my bra, please," she said, turning her back to him.

He obeyed, unhooked the catch, and moved his hands around to the front, under the loosened garment, to feel her soft full breasts. Her nipples stiffened under his touch, and as he squeezed them, she moaned slightly. "That's nice," she murmured, "but we have unfinished business. All square now – sudden death!" She pulled away from him, removing her bra. Her breasts hung free and proud, drooping slightly under their own weight, but still firm, and with the nipples protruding like hazelnuts in the centre of her large aureoles.

George was torn between admiring her body, and concentrating on the play. As she discarded a nine, a puzzled frown crossed his brow. 'I thought she was collecting nines,' he mused. 'I must have misinterpreted. I need to concentrate. This is my last chance!'

Then he drew the four he needed. "Gin!" he announced in triumph, showing his cards.

She gave a slight shrug, and smiled. "OK, you win! Well played!"

Kathy finished her remaining whisky in one gulp, stood up, and kissed him on the forehead. He gazed at her with longing, her flimsy lace thong just below his eye level, and noticed again the hint of dampness between her thighs. She stepped back a couple of paces, turned her back to him, and began slowly to move her thong down her legs, wiggling her bottom seductively. As she stepped out of her panties, she turned to face him, her right arm covering her breasts, and her left hand demurely covering her mons veneris. With her flame-red hair cascading down to her shoulders, George was irresistibly reminded of Botticelli's 'Birth of Venus'.

"Beautiful!" he exclaimed, "But let me see you properly!"

She stretched out her hands towards him. "Do you like it?" she breathed. "I had it done specially for you."

George gasped in appreciation. The lips of her pussy had been completely shaved, leaving a small red-haired tuft on her mound; this tuft had been carefully trimmed and shaped. "Amazing!" he whispered. "I can't wait to feel my lips on it! But the shape – is it a heart? It looks more like an arrow!"

She smiled. "Well, a heart was the original idea, but it went slightly awry. In the end, I got my beautician to turn it into an arrowhead! I thought it's been so long since I saw George, and he is getting on in years, so he might appreciate a subtle hint as to where the most interesting bits are located!"

He laughed, and took hold of her hands to pull her closer. He studied her pussy closely, marvelling at her inner lips, which protruded slightly though her completely shaven slit. They were already glistening with her juices. He got to his feet, and pulled her into his arms. "It's really lovely – and more than I deserve." He kissed her tenderly on the brow. "We don't HAVE to do the bondage bit, you know! If you're uncomfortable about it, we could just make love together as normal," and he gently stroked her pussy with little sighs of appreciation.

"No," she whispered, "I'm ready for it now, Georgie. Tie me up, kiss me, eat me, make love to me, fuck me. Make me cum for you Georgie, but do it soon!"

He picked her up, laid her on the bed face up, and made sure she was lying centrally. He took each of her wrists in turn, attached the cuffs with their Velcro fasteners, and tied the other ends to the bedposts with slipknots. He then repeated the exercise with her feet and ankles, so that Kathy was spread-eagled across the large four-poster bed. He then removed two of the pillows from the end of the bed and placed them under her buttocks. This was partly for her comfort, but also to improve his access to her pussy area.

George checked and adjusted the play of the cords, ensuring that Kathy had only minimal movement. He switched off most of the lights, leaving a subdued glow from two of the sidelights. Returning to the bed, he kissed her tenderly on the lips. "Not too uncomfortable, I hope, my love?"

"No, not bad, so far!"

"Let me look at you! I'd almost forgotten what a lovely body you have!" he remarked, stroking her cheek, and letting his eyes wander over the spread-eagled form, admiring the firm flesh of her ample figure, and noticing a distinct bikini-line. "You're nicely tanned as well. I look very pale next to you."

"I went to Antigua for the New Year holiday, and I've kept in topped up with a sun-lamp since," she explained. "Anyway, my body's not what it was; I could do with spending more time at the gym, and losing eight or ten pounds."

"Oh, no!" he contradicted her, "you are beautifully proportioned." He traced his fingers along the curve of her voluptuous breast. "If you start losing weight, I bet you'll lose it from all the wrong places. I adore your titties! I love burying my head between them. And your thighs," he added, moving his hand down to run is fingers up the inside of her thigh, towards her pussy. "In fact, all of you. Don't change a thing!"

She smiled up at him. "Oh, Georgie, you do say the nicest things!" she simpered. "Kiss me, Georgie!"

He bent over to brush her lips with his, running his hand quickly across her pussy, over her stomach and towards her breast. He kissed her more passionately, forcing his tongue between her teeth, and sucking hers into his own mouth. In each hand, he took one of her breasts, first stroking, and then kneading them more fiercely. Her nipples stood proud; he took them between his fingers, pulled them away from her body, and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. She felt a bolt of mingled pleasure and pain and gave a low moan. She felt her pussy dampening as her juices flowed. He continued to manipulate her nipples, rolling and squeezing them more fiercely, causing her to gasp quietly. As he removed his mouth from hers, and began nibbling her ear, she moaned again, "Yes, Georgie! Squeeze my tits! Harder! Yes!"

His mouth moved lightly down past her neck, licking and nibbling as it went. As it approached her left breast, his right hand released its prize, and his fingers traced the curve of her belly, lingered over her navel, and caressed the neatly trimmed outcrop of red pubic hairs. His mouth clamped over her nipple; he sucked gently at first, then fiercely, finally taking it between his teeth, and fluttering the tip of his tongue across the end of her nipple. At the same time, his fingertips stroked her inner thigh, tantalisingly close to her waiting pussy.

She murmured quietly, "Mmm, yes, more Georgie, please!"

His fingers finally brushed across her pussy, feeling her dampness, then parted the outer lips. "Ohhh, you are so damp there," he exclaimed, "you shameless hussy!"

She moved her hips, forcing her pussy against his hand, and writhed against his fingers. Still biting her nipple, he slowly inserted two fingers inside her slippery cunt, and began to fuck her. As his speed increased, he allowed the tip of his thumb to brush against her clit. "That's it!" she cried, and pressed her body against his hand. "Ohhh, Georgie, ohhh yes, that's so good!" she whimpered.

George pushed his two fingers as far as he could, deep into her cunt. He crooked his fingers, and began stroking the upper ridge of her vagina, searching. Her eyes flew open wide as he found the spot and a wave of intense pleasure enveloped her body. "Ohhh, Georgie, that's sooo goood! Don't stop!"

Her juices flowed over his fingers. He bit more tightly on her left nipple and squeezed the right nipple with his left hand, rolling it between finger and thumb, pulling it firmly. The first and second fingers of his right hand kept up the pressure inside her pussy. He felt the walls of her cunt clamping around his fingers. "Yeeesss, Georgie, yeeesss, I'm cumming already!"

His fingers pressed into her as she climaxed. She gasped a loud, "Yeeesss!" and screamed her pleasure. He gently stroked the inner walls of her cunt as she recovered from her climax, and withdrew once her breathing had returned to something approaching normality. He offered his drenched fingers for her to lick, and she smiled at him.

He kissed her gently. "Don't go away," he said, smiling, "I'll be right back. Just relax for a couple of minutes."

George was still wearing his boxers, and he adjusted his engorged cock for greater comfort. With his back to Kathy, he surreptitiously slipped into his mouth the remaining ice-cubes from his whisky glass, and began to suck them. He selected the smaller of the two dildos, fearing that Kathy might later be disappointed if she found the large one subsequently replaced by his slightly smaller cock. He lubricated it lightly. He picked up the butt-plug, checked the vibrating mechanism, and lubricated it well.

He returned to the bed, tenderly stroked Kathy's cheek, and felt her pussy. "Mmm," she murmured, her juices still flowing. He slowly inserted the dildo into her waiting cunt, and moved it in and out a few times.

"There," he said, "that will keep pussy occupied while she waits for Oswald!" He then placed one hand under her bum, and pulled her up slightly, revealing the brown puckered skin around her anus. He squirted a large dollop of lubricating gel around the hole and spread it with his finger, which was soon coated. She moaned with pleasure as he inserted his index finger, and manoeuvred it to coat the walls of her anus. As he withdrew his finger, he rapidly replaced it with the butt-plug, and switched it on. She writhed with pleasure and moaned again.

By now, the ice-cubes in his mouth had almost melted. He took hold of the end of the dildo and began fucking her with it. At the same time, he lowered his mouth towards her breast, and engulfed her nipple between his lips. She gasped as his freezing cold lips and tongue met her warm nipple, which stiffened between his lips. "Ohhh, Georgie, that's sooo cold, but nice! How did you do that?"

He continued fucking her with the dildo, and moved his lips, by now slightly warmer, to the other nipple, which also hardened at his touch. Her hips bucked, reacting to the fucking from the dildo and the persistent tingle from the vibrating butt-plug.

"Ohhh, Georgie, stroke my clitty, pleeease!" she pleaded. "I'm so close again!"

Obligingly, he moved his other hand towards her pussy. He probed, grasped the hardened nub between his thumb and middle finger and flicked its end with his index finger. At the same time, he increased the speed at which he fucked her with the dildo, and bit harder on her nipple.

"Yeeesss!!!" she screamed. "Fuck me, Georgie! Harder!!! Yeeesss!!!"

A wave of electric passion surged through her body. All her muscles appeared to contract, and she shuddered in ecstasy as she arched her back and lifted her bottom off the bed, shouting her pleasure. George released his grip, and stopped the fucking motion. He switched off the vibrator inside the butt-plug, but left both it and the dildo in position.

He sat back and watched her. Slowly, she began to recover, and her climax subsided. Her body was covered in perspiration. George fetched a towel from the bathroom. Gently and tenderly, he dried her, scanning her body with admiration as her breathing returned to normal.

He kissed her on her brow, and then on her lips. "OK, my love?" he asked concernedly.

"Mmm, yes darling. That was so intense! But Georgie, I can't take much more of this. I need to feel a real cock inside me. Take me soon Georgie, please!"

"Yes, my love, soon, I promise. As soon as you get your breath back, I'm going to lick and suck you to another orgasm, and Oswald is going to fuck you."

George dried Kathy again, and adjusted the slipknots securing her to the four bedposts, ensuring that the free ends were within his reach. He slipped off his boxers. His erection stood proud, to its full seven inches. He went to the foot of the bed and knelt between her parted thighs. As he gradually licked and kissed his way upwards from her right foot, he used his right hand to remove the dildo, noting the way in which her cunt muscles seemed to attempt to hold it in. As he came closer to her pussy, he became more intoxicated by the heavy, musky odour, and revelled in the engorged lips and clitoris. She moaned quietly as his fingers explored every crevice in her inner lips, and more loudly as eventually his mouth reached its goal and his tongue reached out to lap the juices from her wet slit.

George repositioned himself, forcing his shoulders under her spread thighs, so that her pussy opened still further. He slowly licked from bottom to top, brushing his nose along her sensitive clitoris. As his mouth reached her clit, he sucked it between his lips, and then clenched it between his teeth, vibrating its head with his tongue. She gasped.

He continued sucking and licking her clitoris, and moved his left hand so that it lay under her butt. Deftly he removed the butt-plug; she gave another gasp, and he inserted two fingers into her soaking wet vagina. It seemed to cling to his fingers; he inserted a third and increased the rate at which he was fucking her. He then bit again on her clit, bringing forth a cry of mingled pain and pleasure. He removed his fingers, using them to stroke the tender skin between her vagina and anus, and replaced them with his tongue. His tongue explored the depths of her cunt as far as it could reach. As the index finger of his left hand played around the puckered opening of her anus, he brought his right hand around so that the thumb could work on her clit.

Her vagina seemed to contract around his tongue. She arched her back to force her pussy harder against his mouth. He squeezed her clit between finger and thumb, and simultaneously forced his index finger into her anus, past the sphincter and into her secret depths. She yelled, and came in torrents. He was almost suffocated by her juices, but continued squeezing, licking and finger fucking.

"Yeeesss, yeeesss, nooo!!! Too much, Georgie!!! Yes, yes, yes, more!!! Harder, Georgie!!! Hold me; I'm cuuummmiiing!!! Ohhh God!!! No more, please!!! No, don't stop!!! OOOHHH!!!"

She climaxed again, and then began to recover. "Oh, Georgie, darling! That was so intense! But please, Georgie, fuck me now! I need you in me; I need to feel you cum inside me!"

George said nothing. He came up for air, and gazed adoringly at her sweat-covered face and ruffled hair. He knelt up, reached behind him and pulled the loose ends of the slipknots attached to the posts at the foot of the bed. Her legs now free of restraint, he took an ankle in each hand and forced her legs back towards her shoulders as he roughly, but easily, slid his cock into her waiting chasm. The walls of her cunt seemed to grip him, and hold him in.

George fell across her chest. His fingers could just reach the loose ends of the slipknots attached to the far bedposts, and these he released as well. She gasped as movement returned to her arms, and wrapped them around him. He began fucking her, and she gripped him more tightly with both her arms and her thighs, the loose cords still dangling from her limbs.

"Oh, yes, Georgie! I feel him! That's what I need!"

He felt the soft globes of her breasts squashed against his chest, the nipples still standing proud. Her cunt enveloped his cock, feeling soft and wet, but at the same time firm. George raised himself on his arms, and looked down Kathy's body to admire her pussy as his cock moved in and out between its folds. He increased his pace slightly, and added a circular motion, gyrating his hips in the same rhythm.

"Yeeesss!" she cried, "Harder, Georgie, faster, harder!!!"

George tried desperately to let his mind wander, to concentrate on something other than the soft and receptive body beneath him, and around him. However, two months of pent-up longing was proving too much for him; the feeling of a genuine, aroused, and receptive vagina contracting and pulsating around his cock was so much more intense than even the most satisfactory masturbation.

"Kathy, I'm sorry! I can't hold it – I've wanted this so much! I'm nearly cumming!"

"Cum, Georgie, cum in me, my love! Yeeesss!!! I'm close too!!!"

He felt the surge building from his balls. He dug his toes into the bedding as he sought for leverage to push his cock a couple more millimetres inside her cunt, and then he came!

The first wave hit her cervix. Her vagina contracted around him as she felt his sperm erupting into her. She moved a hand between their bodies and flicked her clitoris.

"Yeeesss!!!" they cried in unison.

George continued pumping in and out of her cunt, but now more slowly. He ejaculated for a second time, but with less force. The feeling was less climactic, but more loving. Small after-shocks rippled through Kathy's body. He came for a third time, still more quietly, and collapsed across her.

As his cock gradually deflated, her pussy muscles kept contracting around it, as if to milk it of every drop. He kissed her brow, and she wearily smiled up at him.

"Oh Georgie! That was the best ever! Hold me tight!"

"Mmm," he whispered, "yes, the best ever! Better than I ever dreamed, my love!"

They lay quietly in each other's arms, exchanging tender kisses, and whispering endearments. They dozed briefly.

After a few minutes, George came to, and rolled onto his side. His cock, now limp, slipped from her pussy. She stirred, feeling suddenly empty, and stretched her legs. "I need a pee," she announced, "and I feel all sweaty and sticky. I think I'll take a quick shower to freshen up."

"Good idea!" he said. "May I join you?"

"Mmm, yes, that would be nice! You could wash my back for me."

He helped her remove the cords from her wrists and ankles, and followed her to the bathroom. They squabbled a little about the water temperature, but arrived at a compromise. In the shower, they hugged, cuddled and washed each other, paying particular attention to the most intimate places. Kathy lifted up George's completely limp penis by its foreskin, and giggled as it immediately fell back when she released it. "Poor Oswald," she smiled, "he's having a sulk and not standing up for me any more; he thinks I don't love him because I haven't kissed him to-night!"

"No, he's just a bit tired and emotional," chuckled George. "Give him time; he's had a busy evening, but he'll be OK soon."

"Promises, promises, always promises," she pouted.

They helped to dry each other, Kathy complaining that her pussy was still sore. She applied some baby oil, and he helped to rub it in. He remarked that she was already feeling a little damp again, but she resisted. "No, let's just chat for a bit!"

George poured them each another drink, donned his black silk pyjamas and sat in one of the comfortable armchairs. Kathy fixed her hair, put on her night cream, produced a very sheer, figure hugging, satin silk nightdress in emerald green, and slipped it over her head. "All put away!" she announced. She took her whisky, and sat on the floor at George's feet, her head resting on his thigh. He lovingly stroked her brilliant red hair, and ran his fingers gently across her cheek, towards her mouth. Her lips opened, and she playfully gripped his fingers between her teeth, her tongue licking his fingertips.

"Kathy?" he began, a questioning tone in his voice.

"Yes, Georgie?" she responded, guessing what was coming next.

"The last time we were together," he continued, "I made a proposal. Have you thought any more about it?"

"Yes, my love, a lot, especially since you rang me on Tuesday."

"And?"

"Oh, Georgie, I like you lots; I love being with you; especially, I love it when we have sex; but I'm not in love with you. I'm worried that if we tried to live together it would spoil what we have now. I'm sorry, Georgie, but I just know it wouldn't work."

"We don't have to get married," he retorted, "not yet, anyway. I just thought we could try moving in together and see what happens! You wouldn't have to move to Melkirk if it's not convenient for your office; I could move in with you. They often say that what every successful businesswoman needs is a wife – I could be that! Just think – you could come home every evening to a hot meal, ready on the table, and a neat and tidy flat."

"Are you complaining about the tidiness of my flat?" she pouted. "I do my best! Yes, I like the idea, but I just believe it wouldn't work. I'm flattered to be asked; ask me again in six months, if you still feel the same way."

"Anyway," she added, as if she had just thought of the clinching argument, "your Jason wouldn't get on with my Tigger, and Tigger's a permanent fixture!"

"Oh, Tigger!" he exclaimed. "I forgot to ask about your malevolent moggie. How is he? What have you done with him this weekend?"

"One of my neighbours is looking after him. Anyway, he's not a malevolent moggie; he's a very handsome, friendly and affectionate cat and I love him lots! Just 'cos he and you got off to a bad start, I didn't think you'd hold it against him for ever."

"A bad start? Poor Oswald was nearly maimed for life! But perhaps Jason and I could enrol in a Feline Appreciation Class?"

George remembered the first evening Kathy had invited him up to her flat 'for a coffee' after a visit to the theatre. She introduced him to Tigger, an admittedly handsome Tomcat. George sat in an armchair as Kathy vanished to the kitchen to make coffee. George had never been fond of cats, disliking their independent and haughty nature, but Tigger climbed into his lap and curled up. Hoping to ingratiate himself with his hostess by being friendly with her pet, George started to stroke Tigger. In turn, the cat started purring. George continued to stroke the cat, and tickled him behind the ear. He began to think of the pleasures he expected were in store for him in the bedroom after coffee, and felt his penis start to engorge and stir. Unfortunately, Tigger felt it too. He extended his claws and pounced. George yelled and leapt to his feet. Tigger went sprawling and yelped. Kathy came rushing in from the kitchen to find George clutching his crutch and cursing, and Tigger hiding behind a chair.

Kathy remembered too, and laughed. "Yes, poor Oswald! But I soon kissed him better, didn't I?"

"Indeed you did, and very well too! And there was only a little blood!" he smiled.

"Which reminds me, I promised Oswald a kiss. How is he in there?"

Kathy's hand sought the opening of George's pyjama trousers, and felt inside. "Hmmm, still sulking. Let me make it up to him. Undo your trousers, Georgie."

He complied, and she helped him push the pyjama trousers down his legs and over his feet. She moved, to kneel between his outspread thighs, took his soft penis in her left hand, and licked it from base to apex.

"See," she announced with pride, "he's already showing interest!"

Her left fist enveloped his hardening cock. She gently pulled back the foreskin, slowly revealing the purplish helmet, and licked carefully around the ridge. George sighed contentedly and gripped the arms of his chair. Her hand began to move up and down on his erection; her right hand cupped his balls, and she began ran her thumbnail along the length of his scrotum; her lips enveloped his helmet, and her tongue played around its edge. Soon his cock had grown to its full seven inches. She squatted back on her haunches to admire her work. "Hmmm, that's much better," she breathed in a husky voice, "That's more like the Oswald I remember!"

She kissed it right on the tip, and her tongue played around his pee-hole. She then moved her open lips to the point just below the helmet where the skin is puckered, and where all the nerve-endings seem to be concentrated. Her tongue poked out and she licked him there. He moaned quietly. "Oh, Kathy," he murmured, "you're the best cock-sucker ever!"

"Years… of… practice!" she whispered, as she planted little kisses down the length of his cock, interspersed with little nibbles.

She continued to caress his scrotum with the ends of her nails, but as her kisses reached his ball-sack, she moved her fingers back to his perineum, stroking downwards towards his anus. "Ohhh!!! God!!! That's sooo good!!!" he murmured, shifting further down in his seat to allow her better access.

Feeling slightly guilty that he was receiving all the pleasure, he reached forward to fondle her breasts through her nightdress.

"No, Georgie!" she whispered, "don't distract me. I'm enjoying this. Let me concentrate on Oswald."

"OK, you're the boss!" he retorted, and contented himself with stroking her hair.

Her kisses and nibbles moved back up his cock towards the helmet. She then gave a succession of long, slow, wet licks all the way from his scrotum to the very tip. She leant back slightly to admire the results of her efforts, his glistening cock now standing proud, its purple helmet oozing pre-cum.

She put out her tongue to lick the tip, and savoured the taste, opening her mouth and swallowing the head of his cock. Her tongue revolved, and pressed against the underside, and she gently sucked. As she moved her lips down his shaft, her index finger inserted itself into his anus, and his sphincter muscles seemed to welcome it in. Again he moaned, more loudly, his hand moving to the back of her head, encouraging her to take still more of his cock. She willingly obliged, adjusting herself to take a good five inches into her mouth. At the same time, the index finger of one hand explored further in his arsehole, and the other hand squeezed his scrotum.

His hips began a slow dance, moving to and fro, as if fucking her mouth. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing. Her tongue increased its pressure on his shaft. He felt his balls tighten.

"Kathy! I'm going to cum soon! Are you OK?"

"Mmm!" she replied, nodding, but with her mouth full.

Her lips moved up and down his cock, in time with his grinding, sliding her tongue along the vein, and tickling his tip. Her finger began fucking his arse, and a familiar surge welled up from his balls.

"I'm cumming," he yelled, grasping her head with both hands and pulling it towards his hips, as the first spurt sprang.

She coughed slightly as the first wave hit the back of her throat. He felt her swallow, but her tongue kept milking him. He released her head, and bucked in his seat as a second spurt erupted. Again, she swallowed. He lay back in his seat, sighing, "Mmm! That was so good! Ohhh, yeeesss!" His body shook as he orgasmed again, and she happily accepted the last small gush.

"Ooohhh, Kathy," he murmured, "that was unbelievably good!"

His cock began to shrink. She sat up and smiled. He could see his pearly-white semen clinging to her tongue. She swallowed again, and licked her lips. She squeezed his cock gently, and the last few drops oozed out of its end. She lapped these up greedily, swallowed again, and used her tongue to lick him clean.

Finally satisfied with her work, she crept into his lap, put her arms around his neck and offered her lips to be kissed. He accepted gratefully, pressing her body to his, and pushing his tongue past her lips to play with hers. He tasted his own cum in her mouth as their tongues entwined.

"That was nice, Georgie," she cooed. "Much better than cocoa at bedtime!"

"Oh, Kathy, you don't know how good that was! No one sucks cock better than you. Years of practice, did you say?"

"Mmm," she agreed. "More than twenty years. I started as a teenager. It always seemed more comfortable to suck cock in the back seat of a small car than to attempt proper sex, and the boys seemed to like it just as much. It helped when I learnt to swallow as well – a lot less mess!"

"Well," he whispered, hugging her soft body and gently kissing her cheek, "if you ever get short of practice you can always call on me!"

"OK, it's a deal," she giggled, and stifled a yawn. "I think we should sleep now – I've had a busy week, and no doubt you have a full programme lined up for to-morrow!"

He carried her to the bed, drew back the cover, and laid her in. She drew his mouth to hers and kissed him lovingly. He switched off the lights and crept in behind her. She snuggled her bottom into his crutch, sighing contentedly. He gently cupped her breast in his hand and whispered into her ear, "Good night my love. Sleep well!"

"Mmm!" was her only reply, and soon the rhythm of her breathing confirmed that she had dozed off into a contented slumber.

George held her body close to his, and reflected on a successful day as he fell gradually into sleep.

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