April, Part Three

That took place some days later as April explained that the following week was the earliest that she could get an afternoon free. At first I was mildly irritated by that news, but I perked up as the weather remained agreeable and a few more afternoon sitting in the sun would not do me any harm, I reasoned.

Actually, it was all rather entertaining because April rang me two or three times a day for long chats on the telephone, chats that were  interspersed with literally dozens of increasingly filthy text messages.  She would ask me to describe again and again how I was going to spank her and then what the fucking would be like. Once I told her that I enjoy riveting a freshly spanked female doggie style so that I can enjoy the sight of her red buttocks, she wanted to talk about that for at least a day. Would I still be holding her down as I fucked her? Would she be on the bed or bent over the back of a chair? She had never been fucked like that, so what was it like?

Her texts were wonderfully pornographic and managed to shock even me and that takes some doing. April loved using just a few short sentences to create an erotic image that lingered in my mind until the next text arrived to continue the pornographic video that her words created in my mind's eye:

I am in the supermarket thinking about you. I am so wet between my legs. Can you imagine how I feel?

Then, a few ten minutes later:

I need to change my knickers. Should I buy another pair or go home bare? What if the wind blows?

 Finally:

I bought a white thong, it leaves my bottom bare but covers me down there. Help me! I am wetting it as well! 

 It was no good - I was not going to last any longer. That afternoon as we were talking on the 'phone I told her how hard my cock had become and I heard her chuckle lasciviously at the news:

"I am ready for you as well," she said.

"Are you wet?"

"What do you think?"

"That's not the question. Answer me," I demanded.

"Yes, I am. Happy now?

How wet are you?

"I don't know," she answered, a trifle desperately.

"Put your hand inside your knickers and tell me," I ordered her quietly.

"Do I have to?"

"Do it!"

"I am very wet," she replied, a few seconds later.

"Do you have a toy?"

"Why?"

"That's not the question, is it? Now answer the question or you will get my belt across your arse when we meet. Do you have a toy?"

"Yes," she answered in a  voice that was scarcely above a whisper.

"Get it and then go and lie down on your bed, I told her curtly.

Whilst April was doing as she was told I pulled off my clothes and lay down myself on the bed. My cock was rock hard and ready to go, a small amount of pre-come dripping gently from the opening in the head. Normally it takes me a while to get fully operational, but I have to admit that my talks and texts with April had gone whirring through my mind and straight down to my meat. I lay back with the 'phone pressed to my ear with one hand and my rod in the other. I heard April picking up her telephone and I settled back, gently stroking one off as the game began.

"Tell me what kind of toy you have," I instructed her.

"It's a rabbit," she replied.

"Switch it on and let me hear the ears clicking," I told her, and then I listened to the sound that the vibrator makes when the clitoral stimulator has been switched on. Good girl, she was telling the truth about having the toy. I can remember wondering how long it would take for both of us to go over the edge, and then I lost interest in such idle speculation as I felt my balls grow heavy with the weight of the already bubbling juices that were contained inside them.

"I feel dirty, talking to you like this. Doing this sort of thing. Very dirty," she breathed, giving me my cue. So she wanted to be treated like the town bike, did she? Nothing would give me greater pleasure.

"Put your rabbit's head inside your pussy lips and hold it there, switched on," I told her. A gasp from April told me that she had obeyed. "Now push it inside you, very very slowly, I instructed her. More gasps and low moans told me that my instruction was being obeyed.

"What would your husband think if he could see you now?" There's nothing like cutting to the chase, I always think, and there was not going to be very much time for this as my cock was already as hard as it was going to get, its head glistening wetly with the pre-come juice.

"He won't know, will he? He won't know because he doesn't care about me," she cried.

"So you go and do dirty things with me, don't you, slut? Because he doesn't care about you does he?"

"Nooooo!"

"Does he, bitch?"

"No, he doesn't," she wailed, and at that I rewarded her with an order to her to frig herself faster.

"Imagine it's my cock inside you. You like cock, don't you? Good hard cock, that's what you need, isn't it, bitch?" I heard her start to say something, so I cut her off by insisting on an answer: "What do you need, bitch?"

"Cock, I need cock, that's what I need," she said, urgently.

"What are you? What are you? Tell me what you are," I demanded, my voice losing the gentleness that Oxford had given it as pure, rough Manchester came to the fore. "Answer me, bitch," I urged.

"I'm a bitch, and I want cock," she whimpered. "Oh Christ! Oh Christ! I'm coming, please I'm ready to come," she said, seconds later.

"So am I," was my truthful reply, as my  muscles relaxed, and the great surge of cock oil began its relentless surge forward.

We both yelled in unison as we reached our moment of truth together. My juices flew up and almost hit the damned ceiling, such was the power behind that shot. I heard April scream and then she gave out a long, low moan as her moment passed and we both collapsed in our respective beds to gather our thoughts and our breath.

"God, that was wonderful," I heard a drowsy voice say.

"When we meet up it will be even better," I promised her and was rewarded with one of her delightful chuckles.

"Only two days to go," she said. "Don't play with yourself again, please. I want it all for me when we meet."

"It's a deal," I told her.

I kept the promise, difficult though it was. April seemed to take a great pleasure in calling me at odd moments to tell me how sexy she felt, or what lingerie she had on. That was when she was not bombarding me with wonderfully salacious texts, of course. Believe me when I say that I spent the next couple of days as little more that an erection on legs. I was determined that the bout was going to start off with April paying for her sauciness in the most agreeable way possible across my knee and madam encouraged me to think that way with every text she wrote or call she made.

To be continued.