Angela's Story
This story is a work of fiction and a figment of my sexual imagination. However if you are under 18 or offended by frank, open, graphic sexuality of all adult types then please do not read it. If you are not offended please enjoy.
CHAPTER 1
The sharp rays of light broke through the gap in the curtains and shone like a bright torch beam onto Angela's face. As they swept over her features they eventually alighted on her closed eyes and the effect of the intensity had the outcome of rousing her harshly from her slumbers. Blinking drowsily, she opened her eyes to the surrounding aura and hazily taking in her surroundings stretched the stiffness out of her naked limbs. Coming more to her senses she focused her eyes, and thoughts, on her surroundings, and then, turning to see her bed side clock, the time. Looking at the digital clock on the bedside table, it was 12.17; pm; just after noon. Then recognition set in and she remembered the night that had just passed, and in view of the last twelve hours or so, the "stiffness" that had so often been in her. In her mouth, in her fanny and in her hands.
She smiled. A knowing smile. She was in her own house, in her own bed. Well that of hers' and Bens', her husband of eight years. She smiled. Again she remembered the past night. Angela turned over onto her back and stretched some more, legs now open, trying to rouse herself to the day. The room was bright with the sunlight breaking through the curtains and she quickly moved into reality. Feeling relaxed but still horny she ran her hands over her full, firm breasts, brushed the large erect nipples with the fingers of each hand and then cupped each mound firmly with each palm and squeezed and kneaded each tit, proud of their firmness and loving their size. She often played with her tits, massaging them, squeezing them and pushing them upwards and together. She loved to have a tit suck followed by a tit fuck; having a man push his cock between them whilst wrapping her flesh around the shaft, watching him thrust until he came pumping his cum, splashing it over her neck and upper tits. However it was many years since it last happened. She also loved the soft feel of her skin which she liked to keep in the best possible condition by rubbing moisturising lotion all over during her regular masturbation sessions.
Then she ran her hands down her waist and over her stomach until she reached her bush and the mons and moved to cover her vulva, which she held with her right hand pausing to enjoy the feeling. She then toyed with her outer lips, the labia major, soft and pliable to her touch gently rubbing each of them between thumb and forefinger, feeling good but going no deeper. Angela floated now into realms of pleasure, relaxing totally without the tension of a rousing climax, unwinding. After a few moments lying there she felt the need to empty her bladder so peeling back the duvet under which she had been resting she rose from the bed, and, naked as she was, made her way from the bedroom to the bathroom.
Sitting on the toilet she contemplated last night and its effect. She'd now been married to Ben for eight years and for the first year their sex life had been good if not, looking back, a little boring and lacking adventure and experiments. However for the last five, certainly three years, it had almost been the proverbial Saturday-morning-missionary-position orgasm for him when he was home. Variety was lacking and so were orgasms for her. And for the last two years Angela had been constantly complaining to Ben about the need to revive their sex lives. Ben was not only a quiet man, Angela thought, but sadly also fairly boring especially in the sex fields. She had read the papers and glossy, girlie magazines and it seemed as if the world was enjoying the thrill of sexual pleasure, sucking, licking, different thrills, different positions, different holes, fucking, climaxes, orgasms and cumming, whilst passing her by.
At first nothing changed but then six months ago Ben seemed to alter his attitude surprisingly and one night about two months previously he suddenly suggested a threesome with either another female or to Angela's surprise another male, or even a foursome, to "see how it goes". At first this shocked Angela and she was against it but then thought about it and the thought blossomed more but she was still hesitant: that was until last night.
Finishing her piss, Angela wiped herself dry. Just this act sent a thrill and a tingle through her body so disposing of the paper she spread her legs further and ran her right hand slowly and sexually down her taught belly, as she had done in bed a few minutes ago, into the pubic mound of hair. The dark hair was unkempt and longer that normal at present and needed a bikini line waxing and trim soon, or even a full shave, but she didn't care. Angela had boy-ish good looks, more girl-next-door than supermodel, with short dark, pixie-like, hair, sparkling wide eyes and an open oval mouth with slightly prominent top teeth. Despite her short hair no one who saw her would mistake Angela for a boy. At 5 feet 8 inches and with a smoothly curved 36DD-24-36 body she received admiring glances from many men, and often women in the showers after squash. She had noticed all the looks and was often flattered. Her breasts had not yet been affected by the ravages of age or indeed children, so remained large yet firmly still in position with prominent nipples and large, dark, areolas. Playing so much squash at the local club was the main reason for the excellent condition of her body but she also liked to pamper herself at the health spa in the local hotel where she was Assistant Manager So she kept herself, and her body, in excellent shape.
Running her fingers through the pubic hair, again she felt the matted feeling of sweat, dried cum, saliva and her own juices from last night but, hell, she'd have a shower later and clean up. Her hand moved lower and she rested it over her vulva mound again, as she had done a few minutes ago in bed, felt her outer fanny lips.
She liked to hold her vulva; her pussy when alone in bed and loved the rubbery, smooth feeling of her major labia. Gently she held the pussy with fingers and palm then slowly began to rub the entire outer area with her three major fingers. For a few minutes she massaged with those fingers up and down and around her lips and slit, often smoothing over her clit. Then rolling the pliable skin of her outer labia lips, spongy, rubbery, between thumb and forefinger she again toyed with them and enjoyed the feeling it gave her. She sat there relaxing for a few minutes feeling the joy of sex build up but then her clit responded and her body reacted and began to tense.
Excited now, she dipped deeper into her pussy, past those lips and gently rubbed around inside her vagina with her middle and then index fingers whilst her lower palm massaged the mound and clitoris by now standing proud like a female prick from its hidden centre. She knew the start of the build up to orgasm and her pussy was now moist; no wet, with her own, new, fluids. Slowly, at first, she caressed the inside around her minor lips for a few moments and began to quietly moan. Her pussy was by now so wet she felt and heard the squelch of juices as she continued to massage the lips and insides of her cunt. Head now rolling back and eyes closed with the onset of pleasure. Pleasure that only masturbation can give and she knew how to give herself that pleasure. Moving her hand slightly she caressed her clit as the fingers rolled around inside the folds.
By now Angela had been caressing her cunt for about ten minutes and could feel the sensations building within her body and the tingling emanating from her centre of orgasm. Readjusting her hand now, Angela placed her thumb on her clit and her middle finger into her tunnel. Rubbing both, she then placed two fingers and then a third into her vagina and began a slow in and out movement trying to replicate the feeling of a prick, big, wide and strong slowly filling and emptying her hole. Whilst the sensation was enjoyable it simply did not replicate the feeling of last night and the fulfilling nature of the men/youths pricks as she used their cocks.
God she'd loved all three but especially Daryl's cock last night moving in and out of her pussy sending shivers throughout her body. A big black cock filling her completely. And filling her with creamy cum when he exploded within her, spurt after spurt shooting up her tunnel, as she rode him; used him for her own delight and satisfaction. And she had cum then, just as she was about to do now.
After a few minutes of finger fucking a low growl of pleasure slipped from Angela's lips as the pleasure began to multiply. Leaning back against the cistern, due to her state of pleasure, she simply didn't notice the cold on her back. She stretched her legs out straight and opened them wider so as to get comfortable. Taking the juice soaked fingers from her fanny she started to manipulate her clitoris with her first and middle finger slowly rubbing in circular motions. The clit was now prominent like a little bud amongst the petals of her lips and now sensitive to the manipulations. Building up the feelings the movement became greater and more pronounced as the tingles originating from her clit increased.
