Chapter One

It was a Thursday morning in the middle of December. I had been doom-scrolling through profiles on this online swinging website I had recently stumbled upon. I’d been lonely and horny lately and had finally decided to take things into my own hands. I was tired of swiping left and right on typical online dating apps with all the potentials’ performative nonsense. I just needed to fuck and wanted to skip all the talking stage questions like “what do you do?” and “what’s your favorite food?” and heaven forbid, “what are your love languages?”. I just need to know the length and girth of your love truncheon and whether or not it is located within 15km radius of the homing signal that’s planted an inch above my vagina that craves to be licked on demand and we’ll take it from there.

I yawned, while checking out the merchandise available on profiles that had their photos and videos publicly viewable. I dipped a finger into my moist pussy, dragged it up to my love button, stroked it gently and let out a breathy moan in response. I began rubbing my erect clit in earnest, rotating my finger around the hood in circles and flicking at the sensitive glans while pulling back the hood to expose it. I closed my eyes as I felt an orgasm begin to build as my breath came out in short gasps.  “Ding!” My eyes shot open as my Messages Inbox indicated I had received a direct message. I paused my clit-rubbing, cum-inducing campaign and clicked on the envelope icon. I had received a text from a man called Sandy.    

>>Hello, beautiful, hope you’re good. I love your profile, especially how you love sex. I am the same. I’m craving an older lady, badly so.

Wow, just like that?<<

“Am I an older lady now? Have I actually moved into Cougarville?” I pondered. I clicked on his name to load his profile. He was 39 years old, I am 43, so yes, technically, I’m an older lady - by a hot minute. I scan down to his interests. Double penetration, gang bangs, oral sex, straight sex. “Hmmm,” I muse, as I return to the inbox.

I like how you get straight to the point<<

>>How’s your schedule today?

>>Ready for this?

Suddenly my mobile screen was filled with the most delectable cock I had ever seen. It was tumescent and impossibly thick. My pussy clenched in anticipation of having it stretched, filled and gaped by such a monster. I blinked and gulped as I stared. “What do I say in response? Am I ready for that?” I asked myself. I tried to zoom in on the veins on that love stick and my phone froze. I rebooted it furiously, afraid that my long pause in replying would cause him to think I wasn’t interested. Yet, interested, I most definitely was.   

Dude, you are going to be a problem.<<

 Zooming in on the detail of your cock caused my phone to short-circuit.<<  

>>I had hoped it would short-circuit your mind.

I sent him a photo of me, bent over, spreading my ass cheeks wide, proffering my pink, glistening pussy and virgin. chocolate starfish for his assessment. Any hole was available although judging from the sheer girth of his dick, getting my ass reamed out was likely to be more painful than pleasurable. I waited in anticipation for the review.

>>My kind of pussy, a creaming one.

>>What do you prefer, meeting for coffee and a chat or going straight to the business of fucking?

>>You know what, forget coffee, we can do coffee later. I want to muff and fuck this pussy for breakfast.

The orgasm I had been edging since his first message, came gushing through the gates. I creamed my bed sheets as a wave of pleasure overcame me. I felt my tits flush with heat as I pinched and twisted my nipples with the one hand. “Would I like to have that thick cock fuck me into oblivion before brunch?” I thought to myself.

I would love that<<

Send me the location<<

>>Perfect. By the way, my name is Sandile.

I’m Mbali<<

Chapter Two

I pulled up in my SUV to the sent location. It was a guesthouse in a quiet neighborhood in Roodepoort. A guy jumped out of the SUV parked across the way and I studied him as he approached my vehicle. He was stockily built and had a smile on his face. I was nervous. I had never met a stranger just for sex. I wore a long dress and had remembered to pack ten condoms and lube in my bag. Was I too optimistic? Perhaps, but a wise sage once said that, “Good fucks favor the prepared.”

I rolled down my window, grinned sheepishly and said, “Hi there,” willing my voice not to. betray my nerves.

“Hi, Mbali,” he responded with another smile, “let’s go.”

I grabbed my bag, jumped out, locked my car and followed him as he navigated our way towards a bungalow. I followed him in and shut the door behind me. The room was clean and neat; with a small, simple couch and a standard double bed in the middle of the room. He could tell I was nervous, so he drew me close. His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, “Relax, baby,” his hand stroking my back before his lips merged with mine.

We shared a deep, lingering kiss. The initial edge to my nerves melted away and I moaned as his tongue darted into my mouth to explore its warm, inner recesses. His hands moved to cup my breasts and caress the tight nubbins of my nipples through my dress with his thumbs. My breath caught and I moaned wantonly as my panties flooded with moisture. I inhaled and my nostrils flared as they were filed with his distinctly masculine scent. We broke away from each other and he leisurely began to undress, “Make yourself comfortable.”

I grabbed a handful of condoms and the lube from my bag and made my way to the bed. I sat down and started to remove my clothing. I was down to my bra when he came up to me, took my hand and placed it on his hefty cock. I circled it with my hand as he raised my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“You see this? Feel it, it’s rock hard for you.”

I could certainly feel it. It was hard and bobbed slightly in my hand as I squeezed it. He gently pushed me back onto the bed so that my legs were hanging off the bed and my smooth, hairless pussy mound was on full display before his ravenous eyes. He ran a thick finger down my slit and up again. My hips strained upwards. He knelt on the floor, dragged my body towards him and dove his tongue into my moist cunt flesh. I groaned loudly and nearly levitated off the bed. He lapped up my sweet juices as his nose nuzzled my clit. He tongued my love button, flicked it repeatedly and started suckling on it like it was a teat. My clit shot sparks out to the rest of my body and my nipples hardened even more.

He got up, rolled down a condom onto his tumescence and guided his beacon to my homing signal. He lifted my legs so that they were draped over his shoulders, slid his throbbing penis into my vagina and paused there to marvel at my tightness. He was balls deep and he gave me an intense look that seared into my soul.

“Fuuuck! Baby, you are tight,” he growled.  

I could only gasp for breath as all I was conscious of was a ringing sound in my ears. He immediately started to move his hips back and forth while pumping his cock in and out of my receptive hole, charting a course to our inevitable mutual orgasms. He leaned forward and tugged at a nipple with his teeth before strongly suckling. He squeezed my other tit and twisted the nipple hard, all the while reaming out my pussy. I yelped a little, but the pain was just what I needed. He grunted as he increased his motion to piston speed, and I screamed with each punctuated movement. I loved hearing his vocalisations. And he loved hearing mine as he encouraged me, “Tell me how my dick feels inside your pussy? Imnandi, baby? Does it feel good?”   

“Umnandzi, sthandwa,” I replied in my native tongue, Siswati, “It feels so good. Nginike, give it to me harder.” I raised my hips in response to meet his every thrust.

He obliged and gave it to me as hard as he could. As he withdrew before thrusting in again, the head of his cock slipped down and jabbed against my anus. I let out a sharp cry as my eyes bulged out in shock. I had only ever had anal sex once - eight years ago - and had never attempted it again. My sphincter was tight and unforgiving.

“Ncesi, baby, I’m sorry,” as he rubbed my asshole, soothing it gently. He reached for the lube and squeezed a good amount onto my butthole, massaging it into the muscle while slipping a finger inside. I felt it relax a little. He rubbed the head of his thick shaft against my clit, dipped it into my cunt and pressed it against my butthole.

“Uunnnh, that feels amazing,” I breathed out. He repeated that series of motions as the pleasant waves of sensation began to build up within me again. He didn’t breach my ass as he didn’t want to hurt me with what would invariably feel like a burning log of fire searing through my sphincter, without adequately preparing my ass first.  I started to pant as I felt my orgasm start to engulf me with waves and waves of undulating pleasure. I clenched my pussy walls as I screamed.

“Ahhhhh! Fuuuuuck! I’m coming!”

I felt wetness emerge from my depths. He groaned, as he lunged for the last time before I felt his shaft begin to twitch uncontrollably in me. He collapsed on my body and our sweat mingled as we both gasped desperately for air.

“You squirted, baby,” as he leaned up onto his elbows, looked into my eyes and smiled, “that’s what pushed me over the edge, seeing that creamy fluid splash towards me.”

That’s a new one, I can squirt. I’d never squirted before. We got up and cleaned ourselves up and left our love nest. As he closed my car door behind me, he thanked me for a fantastic experience.

I responded, “No. Thank you, Sandile, ingoma lemnandzi iyaphindvwa. A beautiful song is always on repeat.” I drove away from the guesthouse on that quiet, unassuming street in Roodepoort thinking about the delicious sensations still coursing through my body. I’m looking forward with eager anticipation to our next fuck session.