The Belfast Crab An Anniversary Short

By Sven the Elder

When she hit my life I was living in Belfast and she blew in like a hurricane - to this day I'm not sure where or how I first saw her. The memory is hazy now, but I think I had gone to a friend's house to borrow something, his latest girlfriend was there and I was introduced to her.

Somehow we left together, ended up having a drink, then a meal together and later that night for the first time she shared my bed. She was an insatiable lover, I just as besotted. Note I said we shared a bed, I did not say we slept. She was a noisy, enthusiastic and messy lover - a total delight in fact. That first night she introduced me to several new styles of love-making.

She blew me - with an expertise that was breathtaking. I was hard beyond belief, when I came it was with a violence that moved my toenails in the direction of the tip of my dick... from the inside! She didn't spit, or as it turned out swallow, but shared my cum with me in the wettest sloppiest kiss I have ever had. It was far from the turn-off you might think - as she said 'If I'm prepared to taste it, then you should be as well.' A hard piece of logic to argue with.

Then she grabbed her purse and produced some KY. Was there nothing she had not got hidden in there? I was hard again as she applied it and then introduced me to the joys of anal as she came hard and noisily with me, her sphincter clamping down hard in its attempts to amputate my straining member. We showered and cleaned up and had a sandwich and went back to bed.

Then came the 'crab'! She wanted to 'be eaten' and 'offered to make things easy for me.' Did I mention she was supple? She was supple! She lay on her back and pulled her legs up so that her knees were either side of her spectacular breasts, her arms behind her knees and holding herself open, wantonly and totally exposed to me in the light of the bedside lamp. Moist, pink open pussy with a musky aroma that would kick-start a corpse. I ate of that honey-pot, lapped until my jaw was sore as she keened softly before I was urged to 'fuck me NOW!' And I did, burying myself deep in her wet centre and exploding in that long first slide of ecstasy.

Did I marry her? No!

She stayed with me for a little over a month, before tiring of me, casting me aside and moving on just quickly as she had entered my life.

But - thirty and odd years later - I still remember with affection those brief, stolen nights of passion with my 'Belfast Crab.'

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