Harry Herrick And The Milfs Pt 02

Angie

Waiting for Angie to collect me on Sunday, I had mixed emotions. I couldn't imagine living in Ellen's spare room on a permanent basis, but I wondered how I would manage living on my own. This would not be like going to university. I wouldn't have hundreds of others around me all in the same boat. I would only have work colleagues, people with established links to friends and family. I wasn't going hundreds of miles away, but I would still be the outsider.

Once in the car, Angie was bubbling over with excitement. I tried to talk to her about the arrangements we had made, trying to explain about my desire to avoid complications. She wouldn't listen though. I changed tack and asked how she felt about going behind Gerry's back.

"I'm not. He wants our sex to be better too, so I told him. He was a bit put out, obviously, but I said that since no man had ever made me come, it wasn't his fault, it was me. I was hoping that with you, I can find a way."

"I'm not some sex therapist Angie! I've just somehow managed to have a lot of sex these last few months."

"Has any girl you fucked ever failed to come?"

I had to confess, apart from with Ellen, the answer was no.

"Believe me, Harry. That makes you very unusual."

She was silent for a minute or so.

"Look, I understand you don't want problems. But if this works out, by the time you start work in the bar, we won't be fucking any more. I'll be with Gerry and if she has her way, you'll be fucking Ellen."

Another silence as the implications of that sank in.

"Perhaps I'm clutching at straws and expecting too much. Please though, Harry, at least try tonight."

This was a strange position to be in for me. Since Ann asked me to be her first, I'd had a constant succession of girls wanting me to fuck them. Every teenager's fantasy. At one point I had been wondering if I could hang around and see how many of the next cohort of 18 year old girls I could bag, and maybe the one after that. I knew though that this couldn't go on for ever. What might be considered normal behaviour for an 18 year old boy with an 18 year old girl, is looked on rather differently if the man is 25 or 26 and he is still chasing teenage girls. However seductive the fantasy, I had to draw a line somewhere. With older women, I wouldn't have these problems and yet here I was, turning down the second older woman in 24 hours.

I sighed.

"OK. I can't guarantee anything, or that if we succeed, it will make any difference between you and Gerry. If you can't make progress with him after being with me, it will change your relationship, however we get on. That will be your problem to deal with. I'm not getting involved."

She squealed with delight.

"Thank you Harry."

It was a bit weird once we got to Ellen's flat. Ellen and Angie were both full of innuendo, teasing me about living with two women. Ellen joked about locking her door to be safe, but Angie told her she'd be fine -- she was going to lock me in.

Ellen eventually went off to bed, leaving me with Angie. She went to the bathroom and I heard the usual noises of cleaning teeth.

When she came out she went straight to her room, saying only that she would call me, I expected that when she called she would be sprawled out on the bed, wearing nothing much -- at least I hoped so. The reality was rather different. She was in bed with the sheets drawn up tight to her chin. I tried to pull them back but she held on tight. When I started undressing she turned her back on me. I climbed in beside her and cuddled up to her. She was stiff and unresponsive and made no move to turn towards me. I had expected her to be naked, but she had on some sort of nightdress.

"If you are having second thoughts I don't mind. I can sleep on the sofa bed."

"No, I still want you to do it."

I wasn't exactly reassured, but ran my arm around her to pull her closer, cupping her breast in my hand, feeing it jiggle in my hand. I continued my exploration of her body, my erection growing, pushing between her legs. She felt every bit as luscious as I had imagined. Her breasts were soft and round and so was her backside. She still seemed reluctant though, with no response to my caressing of her body.

"What's up," I asked. "You don't seem very enthusiastic."

In answer she simply said "I don't understand. I'm here."

"I'm not getting much of a response though."

She rolled on her back.

"I'm ready."

"Why don't you get on top of me? I want to see your gorgeous boobs."

"On top? Why?"

"Because I want to be able to see you and so I get a better idea of what you like."

"I've only ever done it like this." she said in a whisper. "I don't know what you mean."

"OK, relax. We'll start this way and see where it takes us."

I threw back the covers and she gave a little cry.

"Don't you understand, I want to see your body. It is beautiful and sexy and just l

looking at it is a turn on for me."

I

knelt beside her and leaning forwards, kissed the nearest breast, then flicked my tongue across the nipple, then repeated on the other side. I stroked my hand down her body, running my fingers through the mop of pubic hair, gently tugging it. I kissed her navel, licking the skin around it, into it, before heading further south and burying my face between her thighs.

She shuddered as my tongue began to probe inside her. Her body had been almost rigid, but as I continued my exploration, I felt her relax and begin to move in response to my touch.

"No one has ever done that to me." she said, her voice thick with emotion.

"Not even with other women?"

"That's different. A woman can't stick herself in me like a man so you have to do other things. It's not really sex though. Not like with a man."

"Angie, if anyone does this to you," I paused to taste her again, "then it is sex. Male or female."

I went back to tasting and licking her. Very slowly she seemed to be getting aroused, although nothing like so quickly as her sister had.

"Have you ever been with two men at once? Or a man and a woman? Or two other women?"

She seemed shocked.

"Two men at once? Where do they stick it?

I didn't answer, just took my hand from between her thighs and slipped a finger into her mouth. With the other I had parted her cunt lips, and was licking across her exposed clit. She seemed at once repelled and aroused by the idea of a cock in her mouth while another was in her cunt.

"Have you never had a cock in your mouth Angie? Have you never had a man fill your mouth with his cum? Imagine it Angie. Imagine having your mouth fucked with a big stiff cock, so deep you can't breathe, but even so you want to swallow it all."

She seemed to like me talking dirty as I played with her, she sucked hard on the fingers in her mouth, tasting herself, her body beginning to move under my hand as I finger-fucked her.

"I've imagined it, but it felt so perverted. I didn't dare ask."

"Believe me, Angie. I don't think there is a man on this planet who would turn you down if you offered that. Shall we try?"

I didn't wait, swing my legs astride her body, my drooling cock over her face. She watched, fascinated as a string of precum dripped down on to her lips. Quickly she licked it off, before tentatively opening her mouth.

I needed no further invitation, pressing myself forward. Her mouth was tiny, her lips barely wrapping around me as I pushed in. Her eyes turned up to look at me, but she made no move to pull back. I could feel her tongue flicking around the tip. Taking one of her hands I wrapped it around the base of my cock.

"If you keep that there I won't be able to go too deep. You can control me that way."

Slowly I started to move in and out, pushing myself forward as far as her hand allowed, then back. I took my time with leisurely strokes, feeling the tightness of her lips around me. I was gradually getting even harder and I could feel her mouth getting tighter around me.

"That's good," I encouraged her.

I watched her face closely as I fucked her soft mouth. Her eyes were half closed. Slowly I pulled back almost to the point of coming out, but she let go of my shaft and with both hands pulled me back towards her. Her head was starting to bob up and down and I could feel myself building.

"I'm getting close," I said. "Do you want me to come in your mouth?"

Reluctantly it seemed, she pulled away.

"I can't believe what I've just done. I liked it, but I don't think I'm ready to have you come."

"No problems," I said, moving to kiss her. She pulled back, protesting.

"But you've just had your thing in there."

"So what?" I kissed her full on the mouth, my tongue pushing between her lips. As I kissed her, she pulled away.

"How can you do that?" she said.

"Angie, there's nothing wrong. If it's OK in your mouth, it's OK in mine surely."

"But you wouldn't want to taste another man's thing."

I was surprised. She accepted two women having sex, but not two men.

"Angie, I have. The girl we were with wanted to see us doing it, so we did."

Despite her protestation, she obviously wasn't repulsed by the idea. I hadn't stopped my hands roving across her body and I could feel her slowly relaxing, responding to my hand as I probed between her thighs. She was getting wetter as we talked.

"Think about it Angie. Imagine having a hard cock in your mouth at the same time as you have another one here." I finger fucked her deeper as I said it, sliding more fingers.. She moaned as I did it.

"Sex isn't about having something done to you. It's the most wonderful thing two people can do together." I couldn't resist adding "Or three, or four..."

Her eyes widened.

"Now," I said. "I think it's time we took this a little further, don't you."

I laid her back on the bed and gently parted her legs, lifting them up and over my shoulders, her wet cunt exposed. I was hard as a rock by now, and without preamble pushed into her going to my full extent without waiting. She was tight around me, almost as tight as when I'd had anal sex with Judith. She gasped with shock as I plunged deep, before pulling back, almost to the limit.

"No, don't stop." she cried, thinking I was pulling out completely. I said nothing but plunged deeply into her again. Slowly I began to take long slow strokes, plunging as deep and hard as I could with each one.

She gasped with each stroke, then for the first time her hands reached round my back to hold me. I could tell she was beginning to respond, so kept on stroking, varying the pace slightly but never giving her time to relax. Her face and neck were beginning to flush and her nails were beginning to claw at my back and I could feel myself getting close. I slowed down, taking shallower strokes, shimmying my hips to vary the angle. Suddenly I seemed to hit the spot and she cried out, her lips parted. I kept at that angle and began to lengthen my strokes again. I could tell she was getting close and so was I, so I kept at it relentlessly. She cried out again, incoherently, and again.

I was out of control now, I knew I was going to come whatever I did, so I speeded up my rhythm, our pubic bones slamming together. She cried out, a long drawn out gasping moan, her back arching into me, her nails digging in as she frantically clawed me to her. I didn't stop and she came again, almost screaming as she did, then it was my turn as my cock pumped what seemed like gallons into her.

She was still crying out, soft whimpers now, "oh, ohh, ahhhh" as she subsided and her body relaxed.

She looked up at me, her face wet with tears. She clasped my face in her hands and kissed me, still unable to speak. I stayed inside her as long as possible, our bodies stuck together with sweat and cum, but finally slipped out. I moved to her side, still holding her tightly, one hand cupping a soft breast, a still hard nipple caught between two fingers.

Her breathing had slowed now. She turned her face to me, eyes still bright with tears.

"Oh Harry, I'm not surprised Molly liked you, if you did that to her every time."

She snuggled up to me and we lay there, bodies pressed against each other and before drifting off to sleep. It was dark when I woke. Angie was still pressed against me, but I urgently needed to pee. I untangled myself without waking her, and as quietly as I could, made my way to the bathroom. I didn't bother putting on a robe, I assumed Ellen would be fast asleep.

Coming out of the bathroom, I saw a light in the kitchen. I was about to dash back to Angie's room when the door opened and Ellen came out. I was caught in the light from behind her. She said nothing, but looked me up and down and raised an eyebrow, before going into her room and closing the door.

Back in the room, Angie was still asleep but she stirred as I got back into bed, rolling on to her side, pushing her backside into me. Despite myself, I felt my cock stirring, tucking itself in between her legs. She wriggled contentedly back towards me, but said nothing. I wrapped my arm around her cupping a breast again and we both slept again. When I next woke, it was just daylight. I had rolled onto my back, away from Angie. She was lying on my side facing me, covers thrown back.

"Good morning," she smiled. "Thank you for last night. It was everything Molly told me it would be."

She looked down my body, my morning erection standing proud.

"I'm not sure I could take another session like last night, but he looks so beautiful standing up there, and I wouldn't want it to go to waste."

"Why don't you get on top of me and take your own time? I can't promise fireworks, but sometimes a nice slow gentle fuck is all you need."

She eased herself across me, her magnificent breasts, bouncing as she moved.

"How do I do this?"

"Just slide down me, then when you feel me pressing into you, open your legs and guide me in."

She did exactly that. I was surprised when my cock slipped into her without assistance from either of us. I pushed up slightly to make sure I was in, then let her set the pace. She closed her legs again, gripping me inside her. She moved experimentally, then found the same spot as had set her going the night before and groaned with pleasure.

"I could get addicted to this."

I let her take her time, shuffling and jiggling around on top of me. I didn't expect it, but found myself hardening further. She smiled as she felt me growing inside her.

"I must be doing something right."

"Oh yes," I said. I clasped her wonderful round cheeks, feeling them soft in my hands. Her body was soft and warm, so different to the muscles of her sister. She was lying between my legs still so I wrapped mine around her, holding her in place. Despite myself, I was responding to her, matching her movements as we lay there, tangled up in each other. Her face was only inches from mine, her big grey eyes looking deep into mine. Our gazes locked, and stayed locked as we slowly slowly built to a climax.

I was in no hurry and took my cues from her. I could see from her face she was getting close, but I let her go at her pace. Her movements were getting more urgent now, her body beginning to tense, I could feel her gripping hard on my cock and it took all my control to hold on.

"Ohh, god, oh god, it's happening again, oh god, Harry, oh god, YES!"

Her back arched, her hips grinding into mine. I could feel her cheeks tensing as she came. I managed to hold on, still hard inside her and began slowly pushing up, pushing my cock into her, speeding up. She came again, crying out YES YES again. I was still hanging on, so flipped her over onto her back and took over, driving hard at her, out of control again. She came for a third time and so did I, non stop it seemed, pumping out as I continued to thrust into her, slowly losing my stiffness but keeping going as long as I could.

"I don't know, but I think that might have been even better than last night," she gasped. "What was it like for you though? Was it OK?"

"Angie, it was phenomenal. I love your soft cuddly body, your bum, your breasts, everything you have seems designed to turn me on."

"You won't mind doing it again then?"

I laughed. "I don't think I can do this every night but I'll do my best not to let you down."

She laughed herself, then to my amazement, pushed me on my back and took my limp cock into her mouth. I didn't stiffen of course, but she planted a kiss on my stomach then pushed herself off the bed.

"Ah well, it was worth a try!"

"I think you'll have to wait an hour or two, to get anything out of me."

"Well, I have to get ready for work. I'll let you rest for now, but be downstairs by 11.00 and I'll start showing you the ropes. If I can keep my hands off you."

With that she pulled on a robe and went for a shower. I dozed for a while then woke as she came back, fresh smelling, her hair still damp. I lay in bed and watched her dress. I was surprised to see her pick out some underwear that was not much more than scraps of fabric. She looked incredible, her breasts only just restrained by the tiny cups of her bra, her briefs not much more than a tiny triangle of fabric at the front. I felt myself stiffening as she bent over to pull out some stockings from a drawer.

"Damn," she said as she noticed. "I don't have time now."

"You know, I'm going to find it really hard to concentrate knowing what you are wearing under your uniform."

"That's the idea."

"Cruel woman. Don't be surprised if I lock the door and bend you over a table."

Her voice thickened.

"I might let you."