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READER'S RESPONSE.
by Spiller.
------------------------------------------------------------ The usual
crap: If you are too young, prudish, or whatever: PLEASE STAY OFF.
------------------------------------------------------------ This is a work
of fantasy, and all rights belong to Spiller. You can mail it to a good
friend or lover, but you are not allowed to publish it without written
permit from the author.
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Most of the stories posted to ASSM or ASS contain a line or two on the
subject of `response wanted at.....', and sure, it's most rewarding to read
audience comments. But the best of them all arrived in my e-mail two
months ago. I thought I had taken every precaution not to reveal my
identity - but it turned out that I had been recognised by a lady in town.
At least the e-mail read: "Dear Spiller. You have probably received some
fan-mail, but I bet this is the first letter coming from our little town.
First, about myself: I'm a married woman of 38, (you are 42), I have one
kid living in her university town (you have two kids, and they are both
away in university). I'm fairly good looking - 159 cm, 49 kilos, long,
black hair, small tits and a narrow waist. You are 180, slightly
overweight, with dark brown hair which is greying at your temples. How did
I recognise you? Well, I read some of your stories in ASS, and they hit
right home. What a lovely, nasty mind, you have got. At least you had me
masturbating and dreaming all over the house the minute my husband had left
in the morning. I started going for your stories, and even though I must
compliment you on the way you hide your true neighbourhood, you have left
little clues here and there which made my cheeks burn, as I started to
believe that you were from this little town, too. Then by coincidence I
stumbled on a few of your Danish stories too. All doubt evaporated as to
your origin, but your identity was not yet revealed. I only knew you to be
reasonably proficient at Danish and English. And then, again by
coincidence, I attended a lecture you were giving to a group of African
students - a lecture in English, of course. In the darkness of the lecture
hall I recognised a few of those idioms, that the English don't use any
more, but you do, and little twists of the language I had read in your
stories. And before the lecture was over my panties were dripping and I
had lewd images of you on my inner TV. As you can guess, I'm very much
interested in you. I'd love nothing better than to spend some hours with
you - of course guarded with discretion as we do not want to hurt our
spouses and maybe we could talk a little - and maybe we could...... Before
I make myself known to you (yes, I'm a bit of a coward) I'll need a little
sign from you. At the men's shop on city square they have for sale a
pretty necktie: Dark blue with very, very thin stripes of white and red.
Go buy it to-day, before it's sold, and start wearing it around town. I
know a lot of the places you usually visit, and when I see you wear that
necktie I shall make myself known to you. Sincerely Britta. " Well, that
was some mail! I had no doubts whatsoever that she was right, and of
course she had whetted my appetite with her "maybe we could.....". So,
even if I knew full well that I was embarking on a potentially dangerous
journey, ten o'clock found me buying just that necktie, and right from that
time I donned it wherever I went. That was Tuesday. Tuesday night there
was a mail in my box: "Hi, Peter. You just made me tinkle all over. Saw
you at the bookseller's with your new tie. Most days you meet with friends
at your favourite bar around 4.30. Tomorrow please be there at 3.30 so we
can have a small talk before your friends arrive. Hope you don't mind me
saying so, but I'm going to masturbate this evening while I read one or two
of your stories. Love Britta. "
I wondered if I could catch her on her mail - some strange hotmail
address - but it was worth a try. So I mailed immediately:
Hi, Britta. Don't masturbate in the evening. Save it for your bedroom
tonight. When your husband has fallen asleep I want you to torment your
clit and your mind with nasty thoughts and slow, deliberate movements,
while you listen to the snoring of your innocent husband ! Love Peter.
I could not do much else by now, so I went to bed, did myself the way I
had told her to do, and I had a violent come listening to my wife's quiet
breathing, at the same time imagining a small, blackhaired beauty doing the
same somewhere else in town. Wednesday really had me on my tenterhooks.
Being self-employed I can decide my working hours to suit my needs, so I
got out of the house rather early, and could hardly wait for 3.30 to come
around. At the bar I grabbed the local newspaper and brought it, together
with my favourite beer, to a table in the corner. Only a couple of minutes
passed when I heard a very charming voice, rather deep and husky: "Hello,
sir. Is this seat taken?" I looked up into a pair of sparkling, dark brown
eyes framed by the most beautiful, shiny black hair. "It was not, until
now," I replied and stood up to hold her chair as she sat down. "You sure
gave me a surprise yesterday, when I read your mail." "And the one you sent
me yesterday was sure a nasty and delicious one." I had looked her over
once again. Absolutely stunning to my taste. I always had a weakness for
Asian women. This one was definitely not Asian, but she had that shiny,
black hair, slight features, beautiful eyes and small, firm breasts. "You
know", she said with a smile, "I have been reading your stories for quite
some time, and they never fail to make me SO horny. And when I had the
suspicion that Spiller was you, I just HAD to follow my first impulse."
"I'm quite happy that you did. It's not every day that a very beautiful
woman tells you, you have made her horny." "Come on, I'm not that
beautiful, and ladies must have told you something similar before."
"Admitted, some have. As to the beauty it's in the eye of the beholder."
"Yes, you're probably right. And as I reread some of your stories
yesterday I noticed that you must have a special thing for small, slim dark
women." "Right on the dot, pretty. To me you are a wet dream come true.
But you're not one hundred percent Danish, are you?" "No. My great
grandmother was from Greenland, and I owe my hair and my eyes to her."
"I'll remember your great grandmother in my prayers, with gratitude."
"Flatterer you are, too." "No wonder, pretty as you are. But tell me - we
haven't got that much time until my friends turn up - what is it in my
stories, that have made you horny?" For the first time I noticed a slight
blush on her cheeks, but then again I also noticed that gleam in her eyes.
"I cannot say for sure. Of course it's the things you describe. Some of
them are so wild that they send the blood of this housewife racing, and you
make me want to do all the things I can't get my husband to do - but it's
more the way you describe them. The way you build up tension - maybe it's
just that your timing is syncro with mine? I don't know." "There is only
one way to find out. And I can hardly wait to hold you in my arms and try
to arouse you with my words and my hands." "Oh, God, I'd love that. But it
is a bit difficult, isn't it?" "I really don't think so. I have got this
summerhouse where I sometimes go alone to write or to meditate. If you are
able to get off some times we could meet there." "My husband works in
Sweden for two weeks and then he is at home for two weeks. He leaves
tomorrow for a two week period." "Great. My mail account is safe, and I
guess your hotmail-account is safe to use too." "Sure. I made it just to
start this." "All right. I'll mail you tonight with a description of how
to find the place. And I'll look forward to meet you there tomorrow. In
the afternoon?" "OK. I'll be there. I can hardly believe that I'm making
a date to cheat on my husband, but I'm sure hot right now." "MMmmm. That's
great. You know from my stories what kind of underwear I like. Please
wear something similar." She got up from her chair, pecked me a little,
innocent kiss on my cheek, and whispered: "I'm dripping, Peter. I can
hardly wait for tomorrow." Then she left the bar with determined, small
steps, making her hips swing. As promised I mailed her directions to get
to my summerhouse, and I wrote that I'd be there from one o'clock. I aimed
at getting there at noon, but I needed an hour to bring the temperature up
to lovemaking standards. In the evening I re-read some of my stories to
get a clue of why she had picked on my stories when there were so many
others. She was probably right about the timing, and then I noticed for
the first time, that a lot of my stories involve more people - some of them
trying it for the first time. I decided to take it from there. Next day I
was in the summerhouse a little before noon. The stove quickly had the
room-temperature at about 23-24 degrees (Celcius), and I even had time to
make us a pot of coffee, which was finished just as I heard her footsteps
in the gravel. I opened the backdoor to welcome her, and with a big, but a
bit nervous, smile she entered, said her `hello' and fell into my arms and
gave me a very heated kiss. "Come, let's sit down and have a cup of
coffee. Do you want a cognac or an Armanac with your coffee?" "Maybe it
will calm down my nerves, so, yes, thank you." I poured the coffee and the
two cognacs, and while I sat down in the sofa across from her in the
armchair, I said: "You don't have to be nervous, I'm not going to bite
you." "Easy for you to say, but I have never tried anything just remotely
like this." "Do you mean to tell me, that you have never cheated on your
husband?" "No, I'm not telling that. Actually I have done it a couple of
times, but it was always on the spur of the moment. I have never, ever
gone to a date with a stranger, hoping to get laid before I head back
home!" "Well, I can only say that I hope you'll get your wish fulfilled.
But for now, why don't you relax, let's have this coffee, and show me some
thigh." Her face lit up in the cutest smile I had ever seen. Her eyes were
sparkling, dark brown gems, and her lucious red lips parted to show her
pearly, white teeth. With one hand she raised her cognac to salute me,
while her left hand grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it to show me
her fine thighs encased in shiny, black stockings that were held up by lacy
garters. "I see you have pampered me when you prepared to come here. You
look absolutely ravishing in those stockings. Only one thing wrong,
though." "What's wrong?" "I can't really see your panties, dear. I'd love
to see where those gorgeous thighs meet." "Well, you probably can't see
them because they are not there." She smiled at me again, and while she
spread her thighs to show me, a mean little twist made her lips even more
attractive. I didn't doubt for a second that she was aroused. She had had
all morning to prepare herself, and I was sure that all sorts of nasty
fantasies had played havoc with her housewife standards. I decided to let
her stew in her own fantasies, just a little bit more. So I poured us
another cognac, not too big, though, and raised my glass to salute her.
"To the most luscious lady who ever sat in that chair." We sipped a few
drops and then I said: "Why don't you put one leg over the armrest. You
may be a lot more comfortable that way." "Yes, and you'll be able to see
that I'm not wearing panties, won't you?" "I'm looking forward to that.
Can't imagine what I'd rather see right now." She pulled up her dress a
little more and swung her left leg over the armrest. At the same time she
slumped down in the chair so her thighs and cunt were displayed in a very
obscene way. Beautiful they were - thighs and cunt. Her bush was
obviously trimmed very short, but still her hair was so black and shiny,
that they framed her pink lips in the most enticing way. "I've had a
picture in my mind these last two days." "What's that?" "You told me that
you had often masturbated while reading my stories. I'd love to see you
touch your pretty cunt, and to show me your fingers when they are wet and
glistening." She blushed for a short moment, and then her right hand slowly
crept down, caressing her flat stomach on the way. "This is an exciting
first, you know. But I don't have to masturbate to make my fingers wet."
As if to prove it she slid one finger right in between her pouting,
brownish lips and withdrew it immediately, to hold it up towards me. Sure
it was glistening wet! I leaned over the table, grabbed her wrist and
pulled her finger into my mouth, sucking off her juices. They were
delicious. "Your taste is divine! Now, masturbate a little for me, so the
image of you doing it may burn itself into my brain forever." She complied.
With a very erotic, slow motion she brought her hand back to her waist, and
from there it slowly crept down across her flat belly. When she crossed
the hemline right above her bush she stopped for a moment and then
proceeded down through the closely cropped hair until she slipped her
middle finger in between her lips. My God she was a sight! I never, ever
saw a woman with those colours so clear and vibrant. No animal that wanted
to call attention to it's female genitals could have done it in a more
evident way. Her skin was a pale, matte white like you often see in very
young blondes, contrasting violently to the jet-black, shiny hair that
framed her lightbrown, puffy cuntlips which again contrasted the most
delicious pink inner lips. I got up from my chair. "I had decided that I
wanted you to arouse yourself for quite a bit longer, but Britta, you look
so wonderful and inviting that I can't help. I've got to taste you right
now. No fancy delay." I grabbed the armrests of her chair and pulled it
closer and turned it a bit to give me better room on the floor. I cradled
her head in my hands and kissed her tenderly while my hands caressed her
cheeks. Then I knelt in front of her chair. The smell that was rising
from her crotch was very inviting and gave promises of a very well tasting
cunt. When I started kissing the soft, smooth skin on the inside of her
thighs Britta let out a deep sigh. She turned a little in the seat and
lifted the other leg to hang over the armrest, too. When I planted small
kisses on the outside of her cuntlips she moved her hands to caress my hair
and my neck. As I was kissing her that way, her cunt softly unfolded like
a pink flower, and her aroused clit was right on display. I kissed that
one too, a few times, applying a little more suction with each kiss,
feeling it grow with every touch of my lips, and suddenly I felt it slip in
between my lips as I sucked hard. I folded my lips around it, sucking
rather hard now, and then I started moving my head as if I was giving a
blowjob to a minute cock. Britta jumped in the chair and grabbed my hair
and held on. "Oh, my God. That's so good. Nobody ever did it like that.
You are driving me crazy. Keep it up, oh, dear. Don't you ever stop." She
was sighing and panting by now, and I could feel her doing very small
movements of her hips to bring her even more pleasure. When I lifted my
hands to touch her breasts I felt her remove her own hands from my hair,
and with trembling fingers she unbuttoned the top of her dress to give me
free access to her wonderful pert breasts. When I started pinching her
nipples her hands returned to my head, and now she was pressing my face
hard against her cunt. "Oh, my God, I'm so close to coming. Oooohhhhh.
You've got the horniest mouth in the world." Suddenly I felt her clit
dwindle between my lips - a sure sign that she was close to orgasm, but
also a sign that it might be a little difficult to bring her there. I
applied even more suction to pull it out again and now I was mouthfucking
her clit really fast. Her cunt was gushing juices down into my beard, and
her moaning was so loud and deep. To bring her over the hill I pinched
both her nipples very hard and at the same time I shook my head fast and
violent like a dog shaking a rat. Britta let out a wail.
"YEeeeeeoooowwww. Aarrrrrrggghhhh. I'm coming, I'm coming." She was really
spasming and fucking her cunt hard against my face. I moved down to let my
tongue scoop up the wonderful nectar that was virtually running out of her
vagina. I grabbed her thighs and lifted them off the armrests to press
them against my cheeks and neck. Oh that wonderful soft, pliant skin and
the stockings scratching my neck. When I felt her legs slump down on my
shoulders and from there down to the floor, I knew it was time for a break.
I got up from the floor and then I stuck my hands under her arms and pulled
her up to stand against me. I folded my arms round her lovely body and
kissed her hair, her cheeks, her eyes and her mouth. "That was so
wonderful, Britta. Everything about you feels so...... I don't know what
to say." "That was great for me, too. Not often do I come as violent as
that." She smiled at me with her lips and her eyes. "And now I really want
to see you and to feel you. Strip for me and I'll strip for you." She did
not make a show out of it, but it was great anyway. She just took off her
clothes with deliberately slow movements, doing it the way she would have
done, had she been alone. I was quite a bit more impatient. I had just
told her to leave her stockings and garterbelt on, then I ripped off my own
clothes in a few seconds. With my cock pointing straigt out from my body I
picked her up in my arms, pushed the door to the bedroom and carried her in
there. I lowered her on the bed and joined her in one movement, sinking my
cock into her in one hard push. "AAaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh", she sighed.
"Finally. After all that waiting." I lay on top of her, not moving at all.
I was really savouring all the intense pleasures her body gave me. Her
slight frame under me, her thighs clasping my hips, and her warm and wet
cunt pressing round my cock. I let my cock twitch a few times, which was
immediately answered by her wet walls squeezing me. I lowered my mouth to
her small breasts. My God how inviting they were. Creamy white with dark
brown aureoles and nipples. I took them into my mouth one by one and
nibbled and bit the rubbery tips. Even there her taste was like nothing I
had ever tried. "You are without doubt the most erotic woman I have ever
met", I whispered into her ear as I started to move in her. Slowly at
first and with very short movements, but every time I pushed in I hit
bottom. After a few minutes of this she was really worked up. Her cunt
made sluicing sounds, and her moans filled the bedroom. I pulled out of
her, but I was very tempted to ram into her again when I saw the
disappointed look on her face. "Take it easy", I said. "I'm not even
close, but now is fantasy time." I rolled over to kiss her tits while my
right hand roamed her belly and her cunt. She was sopping wet and very
hot. I got up on my knees and turned to kiss her little button again. At
the same time I pushed a finger into her cunt. "Spread your legs a little
more" I whispered. As she did it, my middle finger left her wet cunt, and
while I replaced it with my digit, I let the middlefinger go further down
to put a slight pressure on her asshole. "This is to remind you of the
story of Lisa", I whispered, as the middlefinger slipped into her tight
backdoor, which was all slimy with the juices running out of her cunt. "Is
that one of the stories that made you horny?" "Oh, my God yes. I don't
know how many times I have masturbated while I read that story." "MMmmm.
I'd love to make that one come true to you. I'm sure you would go crazy
right now if you could feel not only my cock press into your left leg, but
also your husband's or Per's against your left." "You'd have to change the
sheets if that ever happened." She was groaning now with her deep and rusty
voice. I slipped my left arm under her body, and while I kissed and bit
her stiff nipple my fingers grabbed her left tit, and with my fingers I
duplicated what I was doing to her right tit. Britta pressed her ass and
cunt against my fingers, and I moved them in and out of her slowly and
deliberately. "Would you be willing to take my cock in your ass, like Lisa
did?" "If you'll promise me, like you did Lisa, that some day I'll get
fucked in my ass and cunt at the same time, you can use all the time you
want to train my asshole." Britta was panting like she was really in the
heat. Juices were running freely out of her, and when I suddenly applied
my thumb to her clit she screamed in joy. "Open your eyes and look at me.
I want to look into those two, dark gems when you are coming - and it won't
last long." "Oh, my God no. I'm just about to come." Her eyes opened to
look at me, and they expressed the purest lust and wicked dreams. "Are you
really going to let me have two cocks some day?" "I promise, if you husband
cannot be persuaded I'll fuck the life out of you with Per. He is a real
person." "Oooooooohhhhhhh. I'm coming, Peter. I'M COMING. OOOOOHHHHHH,
AArrrrgghhhhhhh, it's wonderful. My God, I didn't know it could be so
wonderful." With those words she threw herself into a violent orgasm. Her
body was twisting and humping, but most delicious of all: She kept her eyes
open, looking into mine, all the time. When her cramps started dying out,
I pulled out my fingers, and in one second I was on top of her again,
drilling my long cock into her sopping hole. I started to fuck her for
real. I rammed my cock up to the bottom of her cunt, pulling it out again
almost to the head, and then I'd slam it in again. "Oh, God, oh, God. I
haven't even stopped coming", she yelled. "Fuck me, fuck me." I kept
pounding her frail body. With tears running down her cheeks she raved and
mumbled, yelled and panted her way through almost two minutes of continuous
orgasm. That did it for me. Though I rarely can do with less than 20-25
minutes, I felt the explosion start in my cock, spreading like lightening
through my spine until I was shaking all over, legs, arms, shoulders, you
name it, and with a loud roar I pumped my sperm into her. "Oh, you lovely
man", she panted. "Yes, come, fill me up, pump me full. Give me a cuntful
to bring home so I can spread it all over my body and smell it while it
dries up." Physically and mentally exhausted I collapsed on top of that
lovely creature. I felt like my weight would press her down through the
mattress. "Don't pull out, love," she whispered. "I want to feel you
shrink inside me." For a couple of minutes we rested like that. Exchanging
loving kisses, me kissing away the tears that had run down her cheeks, she
holding my head with her hands and planting a zillion of fluttering little
kisses all over my face. And my cock slowly dwindling until it just fell
out of her, all by itself. I rolled off her, and lying on my side I
cradled her in my arms. "I'm so happy you are a clever detective." "So am
I. This was the best ever for me. Can we meet some more times? There are
so many things - fantasies - I want to explore with you." "I should hate
for us not to meet again. But I want us to promise each other, that if
some day our lust should diminish, then we'll stop." "Sure, I'll promise
that. But why?" "This was so exceptional, Britta. I want for the rest of
my life to remember you like this." "What a compliment to pay me." We
kissed and caressed a little more, then we agreed we had better get back to
the real world. "Do me a naughty favour, will you?" "Of course" I said.
"In my bag I have a pair of special panties that I made myself. Please get
them and put them on me." She really had made a special pair of panties.
They were made of latex, clearly moulded on her own body, and in the crotch
there was a sort of plug, short and fat, that would fit into her cunt. As
I was fitting them on her she smiled: "I didn't lie when I said I wanted to
bring home a cuntful of your sperm to play with." "You are not only
excitingly beautiful, my dear. You have a perfectly nasty mind to suit
mine. When you have finished playing with it, I want you to mail me a
report on how you did it. OK?" "I'll try. Open your mail after 11
tonight. Maybe there is a letter for you." Well, there is not much more to
tell now. We got dressed, bade our `au revoir's and got out in the real
world again. Though it felt most unreal for the first couple of hours.
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