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lust had soared violently and my sex was really throbbing. No one had ever spoken to me that way. ‘What else?’ I urged. ‘God, what else? Please.’
    ‘Take your knickers off.’
    ‘Yes, yes.’ I shoved them down my legs and whipped them from my ankles. ‘Off.’
    ‘How are your feet placed?’
    ‘One’s on the sofa. My knee’s flopping against the back, against the cushions. My other foot’s on the floor. My legs are wide open. My skirt’s round my waist. And now I’m pushing – Oh, Christ. My pussy’s so wet, so hot inside.’
    ‘Are you wanking?’
    ‘Yes. Yes, of course I am. I had to stop to take my knickers off, but now I am again.’
    I could hear his breath, light and fast. ‘Where are your fingers, your hands?’ he asked.
    ‘Two are inside me; my left hand – it’s thrusting. My other hand . . . I’m rocking my clit. My clit is so fleshy and hard. Are you?’
    ‘Wanking?’
    ‘Yes. Are you wanking?’
    ‘Yes. Jesus, Beth. The times we’re going to have together.’
    ‘In fantasy?’ I moaned.
    ‘Yes. And reality.’
    ‘When?’
    ‘Soon.’
    ‘Oh God,’ I gasped. ‘I’m going to come. Any moment.’
    ‘Have you ever been fucked up the arse, Beth?’
    I couldn’t suppress a tiny gasp of excitement. ‘No,’ I groaned. ‘No.’
    ‘Imagine I’m there,’ he said. ‘I make you kneel on the floor. I make you bend over, your arms and tits resting on the sofa. Your knees are wide apart and I’m raising your skirt, your cute denim skirt, and folding it over your back. I’m being slow and you’re so hungry and urgent. Your arse is bared and you’re jerking it towards me, begging me to fuck you. I slide my fingers into your hot, wet slit. I’m collecting juices to lubricate your arsehole, to open you up so I can bugger you hard, really hard.’
    I made a noise of protest. ‘Why don’t you fuck me?’ I moaned. ‘Tell me how your cock feels inside me, in my cunt, not in –’
    ‘This is
my
fantasy,’ he whispered, his breath quickening.
    ‘OK. Yes. Go on,’ I urged. My fingers were flying over my clit and I was driving into myself, struggling to slow down because I didn’t want to come yet, not when he was mid-flow.
    ‘So you’re kneeling, bending over the sofa,’ he said. ‘My fingers are just easing out of your pussy and smearing upward, over that ridge that runs from your cunt to your arse. And now they’re rubbing at your arsehole, relaxing you, making you damp and easy there. You’re scared. You think it’ll hurt. It’s too intimate, too private. So you make a move to escape, but I catch you, twist an arm behind your back, press you hard into the sofacushions, curse you. You can feel my knob against your anus. And now I’m breaking through. My dick’s forcing you open and I’m penetrating you. My cock’s sliding right up there, right into your virgin little arse. All your tightness is yielding, and I’m driving deeper into your dark, dark hole until –’
    ‘Oh Christ.’
    ‘Until I’m lodged. I’m right up you. The whole length of me is stuffed in your backside. I’m rock hard. It’s the deepest thing you’ve ever felt. As I pull back –’
    ‘Oh, God. I’m coming. So close.’
    ‘Yes. Think of it. Of my prick –’
    ‘Yes, it’s fucking into me. Oh.’
    ‘Into your arse, Beth. Over and over, pumping to the hilt. Your arse is so smooth. It’s slipping along my prick, really squeezing me as I thrust. You’re so hot, so snug, and you’re screaming and howling. I shove high and hard, faster and faster. You’re so stretched. God, you’re so fucking stretched, Beth. Really tight. Oh fuck.’
    ‘Yes, oh God, yes. Now. I’m . . . I’m . . . now . . . Ah. Ah. Oh, Je–’ My orgasm lashed out, full force. I panted, gasped, moaned and cried.
    ‘Oh Christ,’ he rasped. ‘You sound so fucking beautiful. Oh, fuh – aaah.’ He made a long, low groan that twisted to a noise of near-pain. Then it sank into a rumbling sigh. ‘Ah, yes,’