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COLLECTION TWO.
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This collection of short stories by Spiller contains:
1. Infidelity (MF(M))
2. The Street Party. (FFM m.m.)
3. Newfound Pleasures. (MF, showers)
4. Marriage Revival. (MF)
5. The Night Mom Got Drunk. (Fm, inc)
6. Reader's Response. (MF, cheat)
7. The Win. (MF, cheat)
8. Out Of This World. (MF, mF)
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By Spiller.
The last 8 or 9 months the sex with my wife Kirsten has run like on
turbo, and probably she does not have a clue that I know what she is doing.
I became suspicious that she was quietly getting herself a bit of
strange cock on the side. I have to admit that at first I got somewhat
jealous, but before long I realised, that in no way did it spoil our love
and sex. On the contrary. She had become quite a lot more horny than
usual when she was in bed with me, so for a while I decided to shut up,
enjoy the fucking and do nothing until I was certain.
For many years she had come home from work precise as a clockwork at
3.30 pm, but now she suddenly `had to' flex once a week, usually on
Wednesdays, and she would not be home until six o'clock. She told me all
right that she didn't leave for work until 10.30 on those days, but that
was out of my control, as I would leave at 7 in the morning.
Another change was, that on these Wednesdays she was rather quick taking
a shower as soon as we had had dinner and the dishes were cleaned and put
away. Later, when she was sitting in our sofa in her housecoat and a short
nightgown I did not need much persuasion to bring her to bed, and on these
occasions she would become extremely horny. And that was when I got the
suspicion.
So one Wednesday evening, when she got home at six o'clock as usual, I
pretended that everything was business as usual. Again, when the table had
been cleared she made preparations to go to the bathroom, but I intercepted
her right in front of our livingroom sofa. I pushed her down on her back
and in a few minutes I had pulled her slacks and blouse off, and from then
on I had absolutely no doubts. From her greasy panties rose an
unmistakable smell of sex, and when I got my hand down into them I got sure
that she had received a good load during the afternoon.
I massaged her clitoris and her lovely pointed tits for a while, and as
usual she very quickly got so horny that there was no way back. She was
always like that: When her cunt starts dripping she loses all her
inhibitions and she just wants to get plenty of cock.
To my great surprise all my jealousy disappeared like water on a hot
stone and instead I got violently horny at the thought that she had been
fucking someone else in the afternoon. Soon the devil was brought out in
me and quickly I pulled off her panties and started to kiss my way from her
tits down to her belly and further on to her heavily smelling cunt.
Another sign to make me sure: Normally she would spread her legs when she
feels my tongue is on its way, but this time she tried to push me away and
she panted: - Oh, no, give me your cock - I want you to fuck me !
But no way. I simply had to taste that thoroughly fucked cunt. I pried
her legs open, and when my tongue for the first time travelled from her
vagina up to her clitoris I could clearly taste that something new was
added to the flavour. And suddenly she behaved like she was posessed. A
few lashes of my tongue on her clitoris and then I let it wander to the
entrance of her vagina, where I stuck it in as far as I could. With the
tip of my tongue I fished out some of the juices and sank them, and at that
moment she started yelling. - Oh, damn you, hell, my cunt is on fire. I'm
so horny. My cunt is tickling all over. You are a bloody horny sod. You
are making me so horny. Oh, my God, go on, go on. Do it again. Stick
your tongue up even farther. Hell, it's good.
By this time I grabbed her wrists, and as I rolled over until I was
stretched out flat on the floor I pulled her with me and dragged her up
until she was straddling my chest with her cunt right in front of my mouth.
I let go of her wrists and grabbed her arse so I could pull her the rest of
the way up to my mouth. Still I worked my tongue in and out of her cunt,
and now my nose was rubbing her clit. Now her juices could run right out
of her hole and into my mouth, and the thought that I was drinking her
juice and another guy's seemen - right out of the cunt which up till now
had been only mine - made my cock grow another little bit until it almost
hurt me.
By now Kirsten was completely wild with lust. She moved her hands up so
she could work her tits through, and at the same time she was grinding her
cunt real hard against my mouth. At the same time her little cries and her
panting changed into yelling. Incoherent words of cunt, fuck, hell, cock -
that her cunt was on fire - that she was a whore - that she could easily
come four or five times more (I didn't even feel sure she had already come
once). Suddenly she squeezed her thighs hard around my head and pressed
her cunt so hard on my face that I couldn't breathe - and then she started
shaking all over and she was yelling without any care that the neighbours
could hear her.
When I couldn't go any longer without air I slapped her arse hard which
made her ease off a little. Then I pushed her down towards my cock. Her
cunt was leaving a wet trail on my chest and belly, and then she slipped
herself down upon my cock. She was like a hot bath ! Her cunt was
enormous and dripping wet. When she had lowered herself almost all the way
down she let my long cock push her cervix back and forth, and then she sunk
down the rest of the way. And then she started fucking me. No other
expression will cover. It was definately not lovemaking! She'd fuck me
with very fast small movements up and down for a while, and then she'd pull
up so just the head of my cock was inside. Then she slammed herself down
on me so I felt like my cock was going to come out of her throath. 7 or 8
of these violent fucks and she'd start coming again. All the time she was
coming she ground her cunt against my hair and pubic bone so my cock felt
most of all like a spoon stirring a bowl of hot soup.
After four or five of these wild fucks she began to look a bit fucked
out, so quickly I grabbed her waist, turned her round without pulling my
cock out of her.
- Now, you wellfucked whore. Pull your legs together and try to tighten
up that wet hole of yours, because I can hardly feel anything.
- Oh, yes. It is so big and wet, she panted. And you are so wonderful.
She pressed her thighs together and did what she could to tighten the
muscles of her vagina, and now I started to take my own pleasure out of her
cunt setting the pace to give me maximum pleasure. At the same time I
talked dirty to her. Can you feel I'm using your cunt to masturbate? I'm
using it for MY pleasure. All I want you to think of is that you want your
cunt filled with my sperm. You have a whore's cunt and it is lovely to
pull my cock off in.
- Oh, yes, she panted. Pull it off in my horny cunt. Come - give me
your sperm. Do you like when my cunt is a whore's cunt? Is it good enough
for you?
She was mewing like a little cat now, and I started forming pictures of
her getting fucked this afternoon, and in a minute I started to come. With
a roar I pushed all the way in, and when I started spurting into her it
felt like her cunt was vibrating deep inside, - and God help me if she
didn't start coming again.
Exhausted we fell into each other's arms. We talked a little about how
wonderfully horny she had been, and a little later we were sleeping like
two little logs on the marital bed.
We never mentioned why she had become that horny on Wednesday number
one, but for the last 8 months she has not been that busy getting her
shower after supper, and we have had many a wonderful fuck in the
livingroom, the bed or whereever we want. And if one Wednesday night we
are a bit tired all I have to do is to say: - I think it should be nice to
feel your thighs against my cheeks.
Spiller.
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THE STREET-PARTY. by Spiller.
The usual conditions to prevent stories falling into the wrong hands
apply to this one too. So, if you are too young or too prudish, keep off.
And don't ever use this story on private homepages etc. without permission
-. copyright is by Spiller. Comments are welcome at:
xxspillerxx@my-deja.com
What I'm going to tell now really started more than three months ago.
Every year we have a 'street-party' in August. Each house on the road
takes out a table, chairs, plenty of food, rivers of beer and schnaps, and
we party all afternoon and night. One guy is a prof. musician and his PA
system is fed from a CD-player for a lot of dancing far into the night.
Well, this August I was a bit hard on the drinks, and around nine in the
evening I had to tell my wife Britt, that I'd go home and rest for a couple
of hours.
- Maybe I'll be back later, but I'm out for now.
- Yeahh, and maybe it'll start snowing in half an hour, she answered
laughing.
- You just have a good time.
I kissed her on the cheek and zig-zagged home. In our upstairs bedroom
I just shed my shoes and blacked out on our bed.
Later I heard voices coming up from downstairs, giggling and laughing. I
looked at the clock - a little after midnight it was, and the music from
the streetparty was still blasting, and in the street I heard people having
a good time. I was just on the verge of getting up when I heard Britt
coming up the stairs. I don't know why, but I closed my eyes again and
pretended to be asleep. I heard her push open the bedroom door.
- Are you sleeping, I heard her whisper. I didn't move an eyelid.
- John, are you out, she said in her normal voice.
- John, Jooohhnn, a little louder than normal, but I still feigned
sleep.
She pulled the door shut, and I heard her go downstairs again, and a
little later she said out loud:
- Like I said, he's out dead.
At this point my curiosity was blooming, and quietly I got up, opened
the bedroom door again and walked ever so slowly out on the platform at the
top of the stairs, where I could look down into the livingroom. Britt was
sitting in the sofa beside Orla, the batchelor from 5 houses down the road,
and Alice, our next door neighbour, was sitting in one of our armchairs. I
heard Alice laughing:
- And my Peter is out too. Those two always get to much.
- And not much use they are right now, chipped Britt.
- Good thing our young batchelor can stay resonably sober, said Alice. -
Can't you, Orla.
- Well, I wouldn't say sober, but I'm still walking, aren't I?
- And up to two horny housewives, are you?
This might turn out to be interesting. Very quietly I laid down on the
platform so as not to be too visible, peeking down on the three of them.
Orla put his arm round Britt's shoulder and hugged her.
- Well, two is quite a lot in my present condition, but I shall do my
best.
With my heart racing I saw Britt lift up her skirt starting to pull down
her panties. Alice was smiling at her:
- My, you are horny, love. Your panties are all wet from what I can
see.
- Oh, yes, I am. God, Orla, I want that cock of yours in me.
- You are finally going to try a new one, laughed Alice. But leave a
little for me too. There was absolutely no finesse about all this. The
women were half drunk and horny, and they just wanted to get it done.
Orla pulled down his trousers, and a long, fat cock jumped out. Britt
held up her skirt and pushed her arse out on the edge of the sofa. With
her legs spread wide she was one big invitation, which Orla was not going
to let pass. He moved in on his knees, but just before he was going to put
that cock into my wife Alice said:
- Hey, let me. She jumped over to sit beside Britt, and then she
grabbed Orla's cock and guided it into Britt. I heard a loud, erotic moan
as he sunk it to the bottom in one long push, and soon he was working my
wife's cunt in long, hard strokes. Britt started moaning rather loud, and
Alice put her hand on Britt's mouth.
- Hey, girl, control yourself. Do you want to wake him up?
- Oh, God, no, Britt panted. But this is divine.
- I'm going to help you come so there will be a little bit of staying
power left for me.
With that Alice moved her right hand down to Britt's cunt, and totally
amazed I watched her start playing with Britt's clit, masturbating her
while Orla was fucking that big cock in and out of her. Britt had closed
her eyes and her right hand was stuffed into her mouth to muffle the
moaning and crying. What the two were doing to her she had never had done
before, at least to my knowledge, and in a couple of minutes they pushed
her into a very violent orgasm. She was whimpering and shaking all over
for nearly half a minute. At last she pushed Alice's hand away and said:
- Your turn, Alice. God, that was awsome. Now I want to guide him into
your cunt.
Quickly Alice did exactly as Britt had done: She hiked up her skirt,
pulled down her panties and got ready to be fucked. Orla crawled over to
her and took up position between her widespread legs, and Britt grabbed his
cock and guided it to Alice's dripping cunt.
- Push in, she whispered.
As soon as Orla started fucking Alice I was treated to the highly erotic
sight of my wife masturbating our next door neighbour while she was fucked
real good. Soon Alice was the one who had to push her hand in her mouth to
muffle her screams, and Britt was smiling wickedly as she put a real effort
into masturbating her. Orla groaned:
- I'm going to come soon. That's a couple of great cunts I've been in.
My God, Britt, can we make her come before I do?
- I'll do my best, Britt panted. She leaned closer to Alice, breathing
into her ear and said:
- You like that, don't you? It's great to have a strange cock in you.
And you love for me to masturbate you, don't you?
- Oh, yes, yessss, Alice groaned. This is the best fuck for years.
Those two drunks don't know what they are missing. Oh, my God, I'm coming
now. I'm going to come now, Orla. Just fill me up with all you've got.
She was almost whining when she started shaking, and at the same time
Orla pushed all the way in, crushing Britt's hand against Alice's pubes. I
could see him spurt 8 times as his arse was contracting with every spurt.
Alice's legs went limp and fell to the floor the minute he pulled out of
her.
- God, this was great. She turned towards Britt.
- You know, I have never been touched there by another girl. But I sure
loved it !
- I haven't either, said Britt, and I loved it too.
Then Orla got up from the floor and pulled up his trousers.
- Yes, you are right, Alice said. You have better get out to the party
again, we don't want them to talk about us.
- Sure, said Britt, but it was great for us. She got up from the sofa
and threw her arms round Orla and kissed him.
- But you know, this was a first and only, right?
- Well, said Alice. Maybe if the chance comes along we might do a
repeat.
- I'm not so sure, said Britt. It was great, but I don't want to risk
anything.
- I get you, ladies, said Orla. I shall never tell, and I shall not try
anything unless you ask me to, OK?
With this he quietly left, and I heard the garden door open and close.
Britt and Alice stayed in the sofa for a while.
- God, that was wild, said Britt.
- I was really only joking when I started this, said Alice.
- Me too.
- Don't get mad at me if I ask you something?
- Sure, no. What is it, said Britt.
- Can I try to touch you again? I have never done it before, and I want
to see if I like it without the cock.
- I was afraid to ask you to do it, Britt groaned. - God, I am horny
again, and I want to feel your fingers one more time.
Alice leaned over and let her hand fall down on Britt's cunt. She
slipped a finger down to her clit, and slowly this time she let it circle
round Britt's clit. They were very quiet for a little while. Then Alice
asked:
- Well, do you like it?
- Can't you feel it? It's the wildest ever. My cunt is flowing right
now. She pushed Alice's hand away.
- I want to try you too, Britt said. She let her left hand slide up
along Alice's thigh, and Alice willingly spread her legs wide to give her
access. Britt started frigging her, and in a second Alice was moaning.
- Oh, my God. It's so perverted and horny. You are going to make me
come in a second.
- You sure are wet. All that sperm is seeping out of you now.
- A pity it's going to waste. Alice smiled wickedly at Britt.
- Don't tell me you want me to lick it out of you, she gasped.
- Feel free if you would like a taste. God, I don't think I have ever
had better sex in my whole life.
Britt slipped down from the sofa and I was almost exploding when I
watched her take up position between Alice's thighs. Alice on the other
hand grabbed under her own thighs and lifted them up high towards her
chest, and with a loud moan Britt dived in. Alice squealed, muffled by her
hand again, as Britt sucked her cunt and moved her head from side to side.
Suddenly she stopped.
- Oh, God, no, Britt. Don't stop, don't stop.
Britt got up and leaned over Alice, and then she said the most
incredible thing:
- You are going to have a taste too. She brought her mouth up close to
Alice's and with a hungry move Alice raised her head and they kissed,
apparently with Britt pushing some of Orla's sperm into her mouth.
- Oh, no, this is out of this world, Alice panted.
- Please, suck me off right now and I'll do the same to you.
Quickly Britt resumed her position between Alice's legs, and a minute
later Alice had the most violent orgasm. She was thrashing round on the
sofa, and Britt had trouble keeping her mouth on her cunt.
Alice was still shaking in cramps when she pushed Britt over.
- And now you. I want to taste your cunt.
Britt jumped up on the sofa and spread out as wide as Alice had done.
With one hand between her own thighs Alice started sucking Britt, and it
was evident from the movements of her shoulders, that she was fingerfucking
Britt while she was licking. I have never seen Britt come that fast. Just
a minute had her whimpering and panting.
- Oh, you horny bitch, she snarled. - You like that cuntlicking, don't
you? My God, you are making me come again.
- Yeeeooowww, Britt yelled, and she went into a wild orgasm. Alice
stopped licking her, but continued fingerfucking her all the way until the
orgasm died out.
Alice got up and crashed out in the armchair. For a little while the
two women stared at each other.
- You really look fucked out, Britt grinned at Alice.
- You don't look half bad yourself, old girl.
- Wow. I never thought I could do this.
- Not me either.
- I wonder what John would do if he could see me now.
- I think Peter would either kill me or jump me, Alice giggled.
- And I think John would jump me or kill me, Britt sniggered.
- Do you think he could stand it?
- I really don't know. He has been telling me some wild fantasies, but
I'm not really sure he is serious, so I haven't dared to take him up on it.
- Is he such a horny bastard?
- He is horny all right. How about Peter?
- Well, he has tried to talk me into some swapping, but like you, I'm
not really assured he is serious.
- You know what? I think we have better clean up a little and get out
to the party again.
- You are probably right, though I really feel more like going on!
- Contain yourself, old bitch. I'll have to take a washrag and wash out
that wet cunt you've got there.
Britt got out a washrag from the kitchen drawers, and I could hear them
giggle as they were apparently washing each other. A little later I heard
the front door open and close. That's when I found out I had come in my
pants without even touching myself. My head was spinning, and I didn't
really know what to do. Alas I felt too weak and too drunk to go back to
the party, so I just undressed, cleaned myself up a little bit in the
bathroom and took on a pair of fresh shorts. I then crashed out on the bed
again.
Next thing I knew was Britt coming into the bedroom. In the grey early
morning light I watched her undress, and just before she pulled her
nightgown over her head I said:
- You know, you are still one damn pretty woman, Britt.
She stopped dead with her hands over her head and turned to me.
- John, you nearly killed me. I thought you were dead to the world.
- Yeah, I have been, but right now I'm not at all dead, I'm looking at
one naked and beautiful woman.
- Soft words will get you nearly everywhere, she smiled at me. - Do you
want me to come to bed naked?
- I sure do, that was the general idea.
- Well, are you sure it's such a good idea? I'm half drunk right now,
and you know what that means.
- Yes, and I'm half sober, so I think we're about even.
Her hint at being half drunk was, that usually she is VERY demanding
when she has had a drop too much. Very often she wants me to masturbate
her to a lot of orgasms before we fuck, and I really love it.
She slipped down beside me and stretched out with her arms above her
head.
- Take off those silly shorts, I want to feel your cock on my thigh, she
groaned. And I complied.
With my left hand I gathered her wrists above her head and held them
down and then I wound my legs around her's, so her thighs were locked in a
tight grip.
- Ahhh, this is good, she whispered. - But tonight I don't want you to
tell me anything - just play with my cunt until I faint.
And that is just what I did. Her cunt was wet from the first second I
let my finger slide down into her crack and when I had touched her clit for
just a few seconds I tried to imitate the way I had seen Alice do it to
her. That resulted in a loud moan from her.
- That's a new way to do it, oh, my, that's horny, she whispered.
Only a few minutes brought her over the edge, and for the next ten
minutes she was like a firecracker, going from orgasm to orgasm, some
violent, some minor. My cock was raring to go, and very abruptly I stopped
masturbating her, rolled over on top of her and spread her legs with mine.
- Oww, John, I wanted a few more.
- I don't care a shit. Now I want to have my cock into that wet cunt,
and I slid into her all the way in one hard stroke, and stayed bottom deep.
- Aaaahhh, that's good, she groaned.
I moved a few times in her, and she was positively alive inside.
- If I didn't know better I'd say you feel almost as if you have been
fucked.
She stiffled a second, then she said:
- No, Silly, I'm just horny from dancing with all those men tonight.
You wouldn't know how many stiff cocks I have had pressed into my belly.
- Yes, and one at least you have had pressed up into your belly, I
thought. The picture of Orla fucking her on the sofa returned on my inner
screen, and in a violent rush of horny memories I banged into her for a
couple of minutes before I exploded in a wonderful come deep inside her.
- Wow, you horny man. Did you like me saying that I have felt many
stiff cocks into my belly while I was dancing?
- Oh, yes. That kicked me over, I groaned.
A little later my cock plopped out of her, and we both fell asleep and
didn't wake up untill way past noon.
Everybody was in the street when we got out of the house, tidying up
after the party. By late afternoon everything looked as orderly and
bourgeois as usual, and people were lounging in different front gardens
savouring a few cold beers to cool down from the work. We all seemed to
have had a fine time as usual. Britt and Alice were very discrete, and
there was no snickering or laughing except in the innocent way. Peter and
I talked a little about getting drunk and missing part of the party, but in
general we were quite happy.
And for a long time nothing was mentioned about that party.
November came around, and Britt and I went to an anniversary party with
some friends. The usual stuff, fine dinner, coffee and cognac, dancing and
a bit of flirting, and then home again. While we were undressing I
prepared myself for the way Britt wants to have sex when she is
intoxicated, and true to herself she wanted to start on her back with me
masturbating her. And pretty soon she was sopping wet and had had her
first orgasm. I stretched up my thumb and pressed it into her belly and
whispered:
- Did you have any stiff cocks pressed into your belly tonight?
- Oh, my God, yes. Three of the guys were stiff.
- And you got horny?
- Not then, but thinking of them now makes me horny.
My head was spinning and my cock was on the verge of exploding so I
whispered:
- But this time you didn't have any of them up into your belly?
Her body went all rigid and she asked:
- What do you mean?
- I mean, this time they only poked you from the outside, not the
inside.
- Yes, of course, she said, and now her voice seemed wide awake.
- MMmmm, but last time we talked about cocks poking your belly you also
had one poking you from inside.
- Hey, what's all this about?
She tried to pry her wrists out of my grip, but I held on to them and
started masturbating her again.
- I saw you when Orla fucked you and Alice in the sofa.
- Oh, my God, John. That's not true. Say it's not true.
- It's true all right. I heard you call my name, and when you went
downstairs again I watched everything from the top of the stairs.
- I swear, John, it was only because we were drunk. I have never done
it, neither before nor after. God, I'm sorry.
- And horny, right? You enjoyed it very much while it was happening.
By now my voice was a horny, rough whisper, and to my delight I felt
that she had started those small movements of her hips that were the usual
thing when I was masturbating her.
- Come on, admit it. You were very horny that night, weren't you?
- I damn well was horny. You saw it, you tell me.
- And if you think of it now, while I'm playing with your clit, you get
horny again.
- Do you want me to think of it? Right now?
- Mmm. I want you to think of Orla's cock in your cunt and Alice's
fingers on your clit.
She started humping her cunt up and down on my hand and suddenly she
yelled.
- Yeeeeeooowww. I'm coming, I'm coming. Fuck me, Orla. Oh, my God,
John, you make so horny. It's as good as it was that night - almost
better. YES, YESSSS. It was sooo good to feel a strange cock in me - it's
the first after all these years. Oh, I'm coming all the time, you horny
bastard.
When she came down from her high she opened her eyes and looked at me
with a dreamy expression.
- Wow, that was great. You really ARE a horny bastard, you.
- Oh, yes I am. And you are a horny bitch.
- Yes. Right now I'm no better than a bitch in heat. And you like it,
don't you?
- I sure do. And right now I want my bitch to show me exactly how Alice
rubbed your cunt while it was fucked by Orla !
- Oh, my God, no. If I do that I'll yell the house down.
I let go of her and ran to the dresser where I pulled one of the big
candles out of the candlestick. Britt looked like one big questionmark as
I returned.
- I'll do it one better, you bitch. I'll fill you with this candle
while you show me how Alice played with your fucking cunt.
I pushed her legs apart and with no trouble at all I slid the candle
into her sopping wet cunt. Britt let out a deep groan as she felt the
thick candle fill her.
- You really want to see it?
- Definately. And it's because I know that you would like her to
fingerfuck you again and again.
- Oh, hell, yes. That was so weird and wild. All right, you pig. Look
here.
She spread her thighs a bit more and brought her right hand down to her
cunt.
- Look. You'll have to put two fingers down along my clit - like this -
and squeeze it a little between them while you move it up and down - like
this. Oh, my God, I can't believe I'm showing you this.
- And then you press down with your thumb on my belly, just where the
bush stops. Press hard. AND MOVE THAT CANDLE, YOU BASTARD. OOOHHHH, it's
almost like Orla's cock fucking me.
I pushed her hand away. With my left hand I grabbed the candle and
started fucking her, and my right hand duplicated Alice's frigging her
cunt.
- Oh, my, ooohhhhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming. She growled for a few
seconds and then she started screaming at the top of her voice. Ohhh,
aaahhhhh, yeeeeooowwwwwiiiiiiiiiiii, Oh, my God, oh my God it's wonderful,
wonderful.... ohhhh.
All the time she was slamming her cunt up into my hand, shaking and
spasming like I never saw her do. I was so close to coming myself that I
was quite happy when she slowly came down from Mount Everest and let her
legs fall down on the bed again - the thick candle still sticking obscenely
out of her cunt.
- Oh, John. John. John. That was the best ever. The best ever. You
wouldn't know how wonderful I feel in my cunt. It's still tickling all
over.
- Well, I intend to feel how you are inside your cunt. Pull out that
candle and I want you to sit down on my cock and fuck me with long, slow
strokes while you tell me how you feel.
Quickly I was on my back with my raging hardon sticking right up in the
air. It took her a few seconds to pull out the candle and mount me, and
now it was my turn to groan. She really was alive in there. Her cunt was
smooth as wet silk, wide open and incredibly wet. She looked down into my
eyes and said:
- And now you want me to tell you how my cunt feels?
- Yes. And when you have told me that, I want you to tell me how it was
to suck sperm out of Alice's cunt.
- NOOOO. Not that !
Her 'NOOO' was immediately followed by small involuntary spasms in her
cunt which showed me I had hit gold again.
- THAT was really wicked, she whispered.
- I didn't know you had it in you. Now, I want a part of that too.
- I didn't know that either. Her eyes got that glazed look I have
learned to apreciate because it has always meant some glorious fucking.
- When she was masturbating me I was not that much aware that she was
the first woman to touch me there. I was too much into Orla's cock. But
when I moved into her cunt the smell alone made me glow all over. It was
so perverse that I was shocked. There was a big tinkling lump in my
throath and my clit was spasming all on it's own.
She pressed her arse and cunt down on me and made small rocking
movements which made my cock stir her pot up round her cervix.
- Hey, cunt. Don't forget to move !
She put her hands on my shoulders and started her delicious l-o-o-o-ng
movements up and down my cock. I could hear the squishing sounds, and her
juice was dripping down into my curls with every downward move. She locked
her eyes into mine, and there was a happy and nasty smile on her full lips.
- Her cunt was stinking of sperm and juice, you know. And yet I never
knew that a cunt looked so beautiful. I felt like the ultimate whore when
I stuck out my tongue. Her lips were soooo soft and slick, and Orla's
sperm was seeping out between them. OHHH, MY GOD, I'M GOING TO COME AGAIN
RIGHT NOW. YESSS, YESSS. OH, HELL, YOU ARE A HORNY BASTARD AND I'M A
HORNY WHORE. YEEEEOOOOWWWW, GOD, IT'S WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL.
She collapsed on my chest while her cunt made the most wonderful
contractions around my cock. She was spasming and crying and yelling all
at the same time, and tears were running down her cheeks.
- I'm so happy that you are not mad at me for doing all that, she
whispered.
- OK, Britt, I shall not be mad at you, but only on one condition !
- Yes, Nasty, and I think I can guess what that condition is.
- You do? OK, let me hear your guess.
- You want to do the same, don't you?
- Right. You will try to bring Alice in a situation where you two do a
repeat performance, but this time on me.
- I can hardly wait. But what if she wants us to do the same to Peter
too?
- You can fuck Peter for all you want, if I get a few treatments of that
kind!
She smiled happily to me. Then she got off me, rolled over on her back
and hiked up her thighs and spread them.
- Come, you horny guy. Put your cock in me and slide it in and out
excactly as you want it to give you the greatest pleasure. Come, bring it
off in your wife's wet cunt, my love.
The feeling was divine as I slid into her cavern. Juice and wear made
her slick and sloppy, the way I like it best. With slow long strokes which
gave me the ultimate pleasure I fucked her for a minute. Then I felt my
orgasm was on its way. My cock startet twitching on each stroke. Then
Britt brought me over the hill:
- You know, fucker? Last Wednesday when we licked out each other Alice
said that the only thing we were missing was a load of sperm from you or
Peter.
With a roar a gallon of sperm blasted its way out through my cock. I
could hardly control my own body, but this had to be the best I had ever
had. I was almost crying from pleasure.
I collapsed on top of my very pretty wife, and suddenly I could feel,
how tired I was.
- Come, love, she whispered. - Keep that wonderful cock in me and lets
roll over on our sides. I want you to fall asleep with your cock in me.
She cradled my head against her shoulder, and that's how I went to sleep
that night.
This morning before we went to work Britt told me, that Alice is coming
'round for a cup of coffee tonight. But that's probably another story.
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NEWFOUND PLEASURES (MF)
by Spiller
This is not one of my usual short stories. When I write a short
story I pick on an idea, and then I like to travel into fantasy-land.
This tale is a rendering of something my good friend Kenny
told me, and asked me to write about.
Kenny is now 49 and his pretty, small wife is 45. About 4 years ago
Kenny had a heart-attack, and his heart took quite a beating. This
forced him to stop working so damned hard, and he had to take quite
a load of medicine every day for the rest of his life.
Sally was scared stiff when it happened, but as Kenny's condition
was stabilised, she relaxed and started to enjoy having
him at home a lot more, and at the same time she felt, that the
shock of the heart-attack had made Kenny reconsider his values.
He paid a lot more attention now, he was more considerate and kind,
and he showed his love for her in so many ways.
And then the condition put a firecracker into their sexlife.
Something they had never, ever contemplated.
Among the medicine was a pill to drive the water from his body,
which his weakened heart had trouble doing. As a result his first
`leak' of the day was an impressive affair, taking place about
an hour and a half after he had eaten his pills. For more than a
whole minute he would make a lot of noise as a powerful stream of
piss hit the water in their toilet.
At first he did not notice that Sally would invariably comment on it,
he really felt it was only natural.
"Impressive", she would say.
"Wow, that was something".
"Don't you ever stop?"
Like I wrote: At first he did not take notice. But then, as she
would volunteer some kind of a comment morning upon morning, he felt
that she might harbor some kind of a special interest? As
Sally had never been very adventurous when it came to sex, his
curiosity was aroused. And he would start answering her comments.
"Yes, it's really a relief."
"They ought to sell these pills in the porn shops........."
Then one morning she shocked him for good. He had just finished in
the bathroom when she said:
"That was impressive."
"Yes, pity it's not your kick."
"Who says it isn't?"
Kenny stopped dead. With a towel round his waist he entered the
kitchen where Sally was having her morning coffee.
"Did I hear what I think I heard?"
Sally blushed a deep red and whispered:
"I think you did."
"My God, that is great!"
"You think so?"
"Sure, but I never had any idea it might be possible."
"Neither had I."
"What do you mean?"
"It wasn't until I had heard you a couple of times, that I
realised it aroused me something wicked."
"This is so new and exciting. Let's make sure I don't
misinterpret you: Would you find it exciting and erotic if we
... if I .. eh ... let some of that loose on your body?"
"I get all wet at the thought of it. And I never did before."
Kenny went round to her chair, pulled her up and dragged her
into his arms. He held her tight and kissed her with a new lust,
and felt her kiss back with a new abandon.
"My darling Sally. Tomorrow, when I have taken my pills, let's
stay in bed and make loveuntil they start working."
She lifted her head, and looked at him with shiny eyes.
"I've got a better idea. Let's go back to bed right now and
talk a little more about this, while you play with my pussy."
Kenny lifted her up and carried her into their bedroom. When he had
put her down on their big bed, she wasted no time shedding her
morning coat and panties, while he pulled off the towel,
and soon they were cuddling up, naked and excited.
Kenny let his hand slide down to her pussy, and he found it
ready and dripping wet.
"Please, Sally, you've got something to tell me, haven't you?"
"Oh, do I ever. You know, when I'd heard you piss that hard and long
for a few times I started tinkling all over. I could not get it out
of my head how wild it would be if I could feel that
hot stream striking my pussy."
"You're really making me hot. I'd love to do that. I WILL do
that, I promise."
"Play with my clit and say that again!"
"You make me so hot. I will piss on your cunt tomorrow morning!"
Sally exploded between his fingers, screaming her orgasm out
into their bedroom. She had never screamed before! Kenny rolled over
on top of her and sank his stiff cock into her. She was so
wet and worked up that he slipped in like a hot knife into butter.
He was so horny he knew he could not last long. He started grinding
into her, and after a minute or so he whispered:
"I'll have to shave your cunt completely bare, so you can
really feel it when I piss on it tomorrow."
Those words triggered them both, and with a loud groan Kenny
emptied himself into his wife while she was screamed again, clamping
her cunt round his cock. They cuddled up, and there were many a kiss
and many a caress exchanged over the next thirty minutes. Then Kenny
got up from the bed.
"Please, stay where you are. I'll be back in a minute."
In the bathroom he picked up his shaving gear, a pair of
scissors, a bowl of hot water and some towels. This is the place to
remark, that up till that day Kenny had been met with a flat denial
whenever he tried to persuade Sally to shave or just trim her pussy.
"Ta-ta. Shaving time", he announced as he re-entered the bedroom.
"Are you sure this is necessary?"
"I wouldn't say necessary. But it will definitely enhance your
pleasure tomorrow morning."
"All right, then do it."
And in the traditional way Kenny now proceeded to trim down her bush
with the scissors. Then he put a hot, wet washrag on her pussy to
soften the hairs, and last, but not least, he removed
every little hair with his scraper. Sally co-operated and even
lifted her legs willingly to let him remove everything around her
arsehole. When he had finished the shaving and applied a soothing
lotion on her bare mound and lips, he could not resist a few kisses
and licks on that naked mussel. He was floating on cloud nine as he
tasted her with no hair for the first time, and Sally was very
quickly aroused again.
"God, this feels good," she panted. "We should have done that a long
time ago. I'm sorry I would never let you."
"That's all right, honey. Better late than never. Do you want
to have a look?"
"I can hardly wait."
"I'll get my shaving mirror."
Kenny had one of those old-fashioned, round, double-sided
mirrors with a plain, flat mirror on one side and a concave enlarging
mirror on the other. First he held the flat side close to her
pussy to let her see, and then he flipped it over to show her the
enlarged image of her naked cunt.
"Wow. It looks so vulgar."
"I think it's very erotic and pretty."
"You are right. If I could, I'd bend down and kiss it myself."
Kenny told me that they made love yet another time that day,
and then the rest of the day was pretty normal, except that they
could hardly wait for next morning. Kenny was the first to wake up
at half past six. To avoid waking up Sally he quietly rolled
off the bed and went to the kitchen to take his morning medicine.
Then he prepared a breakfast tray to take to the bedroom. At seven
he woke up Sally with hot coffee, juice, scones and a couple of
kisses.
"Good morning, love. A small breakfast to wake you up."
Sally opened her eyes, still sleepy and warm.
"Hey, call that `small' again."
She shook her head and then moved to sit up, resting her back
on the headrest. She was very much aware that she was naked,
which is not the usual thing for her,and that her small tits were on
display. She remembered. With a wicked smile to Kenny she slipped
her hand down to feel her shaved cunt. She shuddered in anticipation.
"AAhhhhh. So this is the morning. Do you want to back out from
your promise?"
"Sally, I'm so excited I can hardly wait. You are the most
delicious woman I could ever want to have for a wife."
He placed the tray in her lap and joined her on the bed. The
breakfast in bed was a luxury, which was normally reserved for
Sunday mornings. Sally felt pampered and very much naked, and
gradually she was getting increasingly horny. When she asked Kenny
to take the tray to the kitchen, her newly shaved cunt was dripping
from anticipation, and she could feel the first little drops
seeping down her crack to her arsehole. Kenny joined her again, and
as if he was in a hurry he started right away sliding his hand
from her cheeks down to her small breasts. From there he explored
her flat tummy for a little while before he allowed himself to touch
her shaven cunt.
"God, you feel so wonderful without any hair."
"It's so erotic to feel your fingers on it. It's a brand new
sensation."
"I can't wait to see it and to kiss it. Please, sit on my chest and
move you cunt up to my lips."
Sally got up to stand over him, a leg on each side. Kenny's
view was exhilarating. Her tight little arse, the slim thighs, and
first of all her naked cunt. Sally bent her knees slowly, then she
knelt
over his face, but when he lifted his head she grabbed his hair and
pulled him down again.
"Wait. You wanted me to sit on your chest, and that's what you
get."
Finally she sat down upon him with her cunt right in front of
his mouth.
"There you are, Sir, a naked cunt for your pleasure."
She slid the last few centimetres forward, at the same time
leaning back to support her hands on his thighs, spreading her
legs really wide.
Kenny eagerly went to town on her delicious cunt. She was all
wet even before he started, but when his tongue had made a few
journeys from her vagina to her clit and back, a little detour back
to her small, wrinkled arsehole and then back up to her clit, she
was dripping. He was teasing her, actually, and he had no intention
of bringing her off. He wanted her horny as hell when he took her
to the bathroom.
"Oh, Kenny. Stop teasing me. Please make me come, I need it so
badly."
"No, I want you to be really on the brink when I take you to
the bathroom."
"Never fear, my love. I'm all up there now, and I promise I'll
easily get there again."
That did it. With all the love in the world he sucked her out,
and while she was humping her cunt against his face she exploded
in a violent orgasm. Kenny told me, that they spent a wonderful
hour caressing, whispering, anticipating and masturbating each
other. When he felt that the pills had done their job he said:
"Come my love, it's time to go to the bathroom."
They got off the bed and hand in hand they walked out there.
Kenny had placed their shower stool strategically in the corner
of the booth. They were both wildly excited, so much so
that they could hardly walk straight.
"My cock is so hard that I'm afraid I'll have a hard time
getting it to piss."
"So much the better."
Sally sat down on the stool, spread her legs as wide as she
could, and with a lewd smile she placed her middle finger on
her clit to tease it. Her eyes were shining and she was shivering all
over. Kenny tried to piss, but his cock was too stiff. He then knelt
on the floor right in front of Sally and panted:
"If I point it upwards I think can do it. Are you ready for
your first shower?"
"I'll never get more ready. I'm so excited and I have been
waiting since yesterday!"
The first jet exploded out of him. Shaking from the excitement
he directed the hot, yellow torrent right on her clit. Sally screamed
in joy. She had opened her cunt wide with her fingers, and
he could see her clit shake from the torrent. In just ten seconds
Sally started coming.
"Oh, my God. I'm coming, Kenny. I'm coming. This is better than I
could have dreamed of. OOhhhhhhhh."
She had trouble staying on the stool.
"Oh, Kenny. Piss me all over. Piss on my tits, and then my cunt
again."
He directed the stream up across her belly to her tits, sprayed them
both, and then back down to her cunt again. Sally's eyes were glazed
with lust. She was coming all the time, screaming her lust at the
top of her voice.
As the last drops were leaving his hard cock he moved in and
buried it all the way into her. A small spurt jetted out into the
bottom of her cunt, which made her scream yet another time. Her
cunt was spasming round his fat cock, and he only managed a few hard
pushes before he added his sperm to the piss in her cunt. Kenny moaned
heavily while Sally's screams had diminished into whimpering and mewing.
He pulled out of her and stood in front. Then he leaned over,
took hold under her arms and pulled her up so he could press her
slippery, smelly body close to himself. Sally lifted her head and
pressed a long, loving kiss on his lips.
"You are such a wonderful man that you would let me try this.
It was so wonderful and depraved that I have never, ever come that
hard and that much. Thank you, my love."
"I'll promise you this was not the last time. I hope you'll
like it again, and maybe think of some experimenting you'd like to do.
I shall, at least."
He reached behind her and opened the shower tap. The warm water
rushed down upon them, and they had a good time washing each other
before they went back to the bed and made love for the longest time.
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MARRIAGE REVIVAL.
By Spiller.
A couple of years ago my husband and I went through one of those nasty
periods that come to most marriages: Everyday chores, too much work, to
much routine - it all got to us, and we forgot about each other. Our
lovemaking dwindled and lost almost all its quality. Passion was out,
predictability trundled its wide path through our jungle, and when we
finally realised what had happened we were on the brink of no return.
I woke up one late evening at a party by some friends, and found that I
was so close fucking another guy. At least I had come so far that his
hands were in my panties and my juices were running freely down my thighs.
Fortunately I cooled down and left the gazebo and returned to the party.
Only to notice that my handsome husband was dancing quite a lot too close
to a not even very pretty girl.
It took me a few minutes to sober up and realise, that this was not at
all what I wanted. I didn't make much of a scene out of it, only I got
hold of Winston when he had finished squeezing all the air out of that
plumb blonde.
"Would you mind very much to go home now?"
"No, that would be all right with me. You tired?"
"Yeah, in a way. At least tired of myself. I want a talk with you."
"Sure, dear. Let's go home."
We made our good-byes and got into the car. I suddenly remembered
something I had read in a magazine. A lot of people like to talk when they
are driving. Seems to relax people, and the surroundings are not the same
old couch or kitchen table.
"Please. Couldn't we take a drive round the lake before we go home?"
That drive is at least an hour, but on this moonlit night it should be
very beautiful.
"Of course we can. Just thought you were tired."
"No, not really. Just tired of myself - ... and of us, I guess."
Winston drove silently for a few minutes. By now we had reached the
road that runs along the shoreline of the big lake. The moon was mirrored
in the glassy surface, and all in all the sight was nearly too romantic.
"Why are you tired of us? And of yourself?"
"Well. I don't know how to begin. Oh, yes. I'll start about tonight.
About an hour ago I found myself in the gazebo with a stranger's hand in my
panties and my cunt dripping like a faucet. And that is not at all what I
want. What I really want is to have your hand in my panties to make my
cunt drip. Just like you could do it twenty years ago. Do you know what I
feel?"
"I guess I do. I was dancing with a fat-assed blonde, and even though I
shouldn't have looked twice at her just a few years ago, I felt my cock
rise to the occasion."
"Yes, I noticed."
"Were you jealous? Is that why you wanted to get home?"
"No. That's the bad thing about it. I wasn't even jealous. I just
registered that you were making a fool out of yourself, just as I had done
in the gazebo. Are you jealous that another guy could make me flood my
panties?"
"I guess you're right. I may be a little bit jealous that he could make
your juices flow. Must have been a horny feeling."
"Yes, it sure was. Did you get excited about putting that fat erection
into your broad-assed blonde?"
"Yes I did. I can still feel the precum making my shorts damp."
"And my panties are still wet. Made wet by another guy's fingers."
For a while we drove along in silence. Winston had slowed down the
speed, and the silent humming of the engine filled the cabin, though it was
down to almost a whisper.
I cleared my throat which seemed to be filled up with a large lump.
"I guess that this is a situation where a lot of couples try to rekindle
the fires by allowing each other to do a bit of experimenting on the side.
But that is really not what I want."
"It's the same for me", Winston said. "You know, Alice, I've had these
lusts before, and I have had a few close ones, where I have only backed out
in the last moment."
"What do YOU want, then?"
"I don't know. Well, of course I know. But is it possible? I'd love
for us feel the same passion we did years ago. I'd love to have a hardon
all the way home from the office, just like I did then, because I was crazy
for a fuck in the kitchen or in the basement."
"And I'd love to walk around half the afternoon with a sanitary napkin
in my panties, just so that you'd not be too confident when you got home
and found me wet all over and Little Johnny parked by the neighbours."
"You did that?"
"I was so crazy for your cock, and I wanted you to attack me and seduce
me. But if I was all that wet you would know it, so I had the napkin keep
my pussy relatively dry. And when I heard your car in the drive I pulled
it out and threw it in the bin."
Three quarters of the way round the lake there is a shelf high above the
water. Winston must have had the same feeling as I did. He pulled off the
road and parked close to the edge. We talked and talked for an hour or
more. And got closer and closer to each other again. I was very mellow
with happiness and hope for the future. We promised each other to ease
down on the workload, to consciously spend more time together, make small
weekend trips - nothing spectacular, just to get out of the house a few
times.
Winston brought up an idea that later proved most beneficial: We are no
longer the people we were twenty years ago. We'd have to learn about each
other again. Each week we'd take turns bringing an erotic fantasy into our
bedroom. And when I had brought in a fantasy, Winston would play along for
the whole week and excite me talking about it in bed. And visaversa, of
course. And that was, what it was supposed to be: Fantasies. There would
be no obligation to try and live them out.
By now it was way past two o'clock. There was absolutely no traffic on
the road, and we had the shelf all to ourselves.
Suddenly Winston turned towards me, and his voice was hoarse and raspy:
"I want to feel your panties made wet by another guy!"
I was a little shocked at first, but not that surprised.
"Be my guest", I said as I lifted my left leg up on the seat and lifted
my skirt to give him free access.
His hand reached out and he pressed a couple of fingers against the wet
gusset. Fortunately I was wearing my shiny, white silk panties, and the
moonlight was enough to show the dark patch where my cunt had leaked.
"He sure made you wet, love. Was it that good?"
"I'll tell you, if you'll tell me how your cock felt against the
blonde's tummy."
"OK, I will. Put your hand down into your panties and show me what
happened."
I slid my hand down across my flat belly and sneaked it down the
waistband. I had never done anything like this, and the new sensations
added more juice to my already wet cunt.
"We had been dancing on the terrace, and I could feel that he was horny.
He too had an erection pressing into MY belly. Then he led me down to the
gazebo. He stood behind me and I was facing the house as I felt one hand
on my breasts, and his right hand lift up my skirt and stroke my cunt on
the outside of my panties."
"Were you getting wet?"
"My cunt was fluttering. It was I who took his hand in mine, and while
I held out the waistband with my left hand, I pushed his right hand down
into my panties."
"Move your hand exactly like he did it!" Winston sounded hoarse and
horny like I only remembered from a long time ago. I complied and moved my
hand just as Jonas had done.
"Can you see, he frigged me completely different from the way you do
it?" I was moving two fingers in circles round and round my clit. Winston
usually takes my clit between two fingers and moves them up and down.
"It's sooo wild to see, and soooo wild to know, that you did it only a
couple of hours ago. Tell me just a little bit more."
"It's actually you who make me horny now, you bastard. But I'll tell.
He smelled different, he felt different, and while he was bringing me to
the brink of coming all I could think of was, if his cock would feel
different too."
I stopped my fingers. I definitely didn't want to come now. I wanted
to hear Winston's story.
"I'm not going to do or say anything until you have told me about that
blonde!"
I pulled my hand out of the panties but kept my thighs spread for
Winston to look at.
"I just wanted to dance", he started. "I asked the nearest person, and
she said yes. When we were on the floor everything was normal for the
first tune. Then a slow one came up, and suddenly I was very conscious,
that she was pressing those big, soft tits into my chest. And a little
later I felt a soft belly and soft thighs pressed against me down there.I
didn't think the world of it in the beginning, but my cock turned out to
have a life of its own, and suddenly I was very much aware that I was
poking a stiff member into her soft belly."
"What were you thinking?"
"Nothing at all. But she must have been thinking! When she felt my
cock, she grabbed my hips and pressed her abdomen even tighter into mine.
And then she proceeded to wriggle a little from side to side to let that
soft belly massage my cock! and that's when I started thinking."
"Take out that stiff cock you've got in your pants now, and play with it
while you tell me more."
Winston looked questioningly at me. This was quite a bit out of
caracter for me.
"Come on, chicken. I played with mine for you to see."
Quickly he whipped out a wonderful long and stiff erection and started
pulling his foreskin up and down on his cockhead.
"I enjoyed her soft belly on my cock for a little while, and I wondered
how it would feel to lie on top of her soft body. But then she got me
going. She whispered into my ear that my cock felt wonderful against her
belly, but that she'd also love to feel it press into her bum, if she
turned round and danced with her back to me. And that's just what she did.
She turned round in my arms and pressed that big arse against me, and I
could feel that I was poking in between those two, soft globes."
By now I was really horny. I lifted my ass from the carseat and pulled
off my panties. They were dripping wet and smelled really pungent. I
spread my legs again for Winston to see.
"And what then?"
"Then she turned round in my arms again and continued massaging my cock
with her belly. She bit my earlobe and asked me if I wanted to try that
again. I said yes, that she was very comfortable, but next time I would
want to feel her naked ass against me. And do you know what she answered?"
"No, " I panted. By now my fingers were rubbing my clit again with
those circular movements.
"She said, `sure'. If you really want to, it's easy, because I have no
underwear. If we find a dark corner in the garden you can lift up my skirt
and fuck me from behind as fast as you can do it."
The image of Winston behind that fat, probably snow-white ass, combined
with the heat my long and skinny masturbator had raised in me, was just too
much. I had to do something about it.
"I can't wait till we get home, Winston. Go on masturbating that pretty
cock while you think of your wide-assed dancer. Come here: Kneel in front
of me and wank yourself all the way until you are going to come, and the
second you start ejaculating I want you to push it all the way up into my
cunt."
There was a little rustle while we slid the seat back so Winston could
kneel between my thighs. When he was right where I wanted him I said:
"All right, love. Now I'll masturbate for you, exactly the way Jonas
did it to me, and you bring yourself to explode, but remember: I want it
all inside me in just one push"
Winston was groaning as he looked at my fingers imitating my infidelity
earlier that night, and his right hand was working like a piston.
"I was so close to taking her down into the garden. If you hadn't
returned I'd have done it, you know. I was really horny to bury my cock in
all that soft flesh. Oh, my God, I'm going to come, Alice. I'm so close."
I spread my legs a bit further and pulled my cunt completely open with
my two hands.
"Then get ready to push it in. Don't spill on the seat, but I will not
allow you more than just one push - no fucking. Come, put your cockhead
against the entrance, and keep it up."
It was a wild feeling when his hand hit my thighs and my cunt for the
last few strokes. And then he suddenly pushed all the way in, and big, hot
spurts of semen hit the bottom of my cunt. I resumed my own masturbation,
and then I groaned:
"Oh, my God, Winston, his fingers are bringing me over the hill now.
I'm cooommmiingg. Eeeeeccchhh, oh damn you, it's good."
My cunt was contracting wildly, and wave after wave of lust and
satisfaction overwhelmed me.
"You're really squeezing me, you hot cunt. It's the best ever. I'm
still spurting into you."
We collapsed, exhausted mentally and physically.
We stayed like that, Winston buried in me, until the position was
getting uncomfortable for him. Then he pulled out of me, moved his slacks
up where they were supposed to be, and took the seat behind the wheel.
I put my legs down, but left my panties on the glove-shelf.
"Let's get home, darling," I said.
He started the engine and soon we were in our neighbourhood, and the
familiar sounds of the gravel in the drive, the turned off engine and the
sounds of us getting into the house reminded us that we were back where it
all started a few hours ago.
I put my arms round Winston and kissed him.
"Please, darling, let's not forget what we promised each other. Let's
get those flames burning again, `cause it was so wonderful tonight."
"I shall NOT forget," he promised me.
"Let's go to bed. I'm really tired now. Tomorrow will be fantasy-day
number one. Let's throw a coin to see who gets the honour of starting."
It turned out to be Winston who was supposed to bring up a fantasy the
next evening. He looked a bit apprehensive about it, but I said:
"Come on, darling. There is NO limit, and I promise I'll go along with
anything you come up with. And you have got all day tomorrow, too, to come
up with something exciting."
He smiled at me and kissed me back.
"OK, love. I'll bring up something. Let's hit the sack."
"Fine with me, I'm dying for a sleep. By the way, maybe you'd like to
have these before I wash them."
With that I handed him my soaked panties and quickly slipped off to bed.
See, this was actually the opening of the story I wanted to write,
because I really wanted to tell about some of the fantasies, that we have
exploited over the last two years. But I guess that the memory of that
evening set my juices flowing again, and it was a pleasure to relive it.
But I'll go on with the real story.
Of course some of those weeks were better than others. Only two or
three were true bummers, that only kept us hot for a day or two, or not at
all. Others were really difficult to leave after one week, but then we
changed the rules, and quite a few times we prolonged a fantasy with an
extra week.
One of the memorable ones was about 5 months into our `new age' as we
called it. The night it was my turn I had turned off all the light in our
bedroom. When we were in bed, naked as we usually did by now, I hesitated
a little.
"Come on, Winston said, I can hardly wait what you have for me tonight."
"I had a strange dream a couple of weeks ago. And I'd like to turn that
into a fantasy-week."
"Come on - tell me."
"Well. I dreamt that I was walking home from a movie, and only a few
houses down the street I suddenly felt a man jump on me from behind. He
held his hand over my mouth and dragged me into the bushes where he raped
me. The thing that shocked me was, that when he was only halfway through I
was so horny I really didn't want him to stop. Then I woke up, and my cunt
and my thighs were all wet and slippery. That is my fantasy for this
week."
Winston turned over to lie on his left side, supporting his head on his
hand, looking down on me.
"That is a tough one, right out of the bag. Sounds exciting, though.
Just let me think a little while."
"Of course. You don't think it's too weird, do you?"
"No. Not at all. I'm just contemplating what to do right now. For the
next couple of days there is a lot of juicy possibilities that I'd love to
carry out."
I could feel that he was getting ready to get out of the bed.
"Just wait here for a few minutes, then I'll be back."
I could hardly wait. These few minutes before we started on a fantasy
were often very exciting. Often the beholder of the fantasy would have to
start the `play', but on this one I had left all the initiative to Winston.
Already I could feel my clit twitching, and my nipples definitely didn't
hide, that I was highly aroused. I heard him come up the stairs again, and
even if the bedroom was completely dark I could feel him stand right beside
the bed.
"Wow. That's a pretty little bitch, we've got here." He had changed his
voice into something deeper and more rough, and his accent was changed too.
"I've better sample a taste of this dish before I empty her drawers."
I let out a small cry and then I said:
"Please, no. Please leave me alone. I shall not tell on you, you know.
Just take what you want and leave me be."
"I'm sure going to take what I want, and what I want right now is for
you to shut up and spread your legs."
"No, no", I cried. "Oh, no. Don't hurt me."
Quickly he leaned over me on the bed, and a few seconds later my hands
were tied to the headrest, and he was trying to put a gag in my mouth. The
smell was well known, and by the texture of it I guessed that it was the
panties I gave him after that party. When he had secured them with a
handkerchief tied round my neck I could feel him join me on the bed. With
his strong hands he ripped my nightgown off, tearing it to pieces. When he
had pulled my panties off I felt his rough hands all over my body.
"My, my. What a lovely little housewife, we've got here. I bet you
don't get enough from that lazy husband you've got. Yeah. I know he's out
of town."
All the time he was mauling my breasts a lot harder than he used to do.
When he pinched my sensitive nipples I felt the pain like a flash in my
clit. Now he pressed his body against mine, and for the first time I felt,
that he was fully dressed.
"MMmmffffff. Rrrrrggghhhhh." I tried to sound a protest through the
gag.
"Now, that's not a way to treat a nice guy who's trying to give you some
joy. I think you have better shut up and relax, `cause nothing you can do
is going to keep my fat cock away from your juicy little pussy."
Winston's hands were getting the better of me. He was still mauling my
breasts a lot harder than he normally does, and now he just pushed two
fingers up my cunt with no preliminaries. Unfortunately I was already
sopping wet with the anticipation I had felt before I found the courage to
tell him my fantasy. The feeling of being totally at his mercy was
ecstatic - but I'm sure it was only because I felt safe in the back of my
mind. Had it been a real rape I'd have hated every second of it.
"Now, that's a nice juicy, white pussy. Ah really love the way my
fingers just slide in and out. I think I have better put in another finger
to prepare you for this fat pole I'm going to push all the way up into you,
right from your pussy to your throat."
And he did it! I felt like dying, that's how horny I was. He just
rammed yet another finger into me. It felt so real like a complete
stranger that it sent fires all over my body, and to be tied up with no
means of escape was exhilarating. By now he was pressing his body close to
mine, and by the metal buttons that were scraping my skin I could guess
that he was wearing the coverall he uses for gardening.
He leaned over me to suckle on the breast he was massaging with his left
hand, while he was churning his three right-hand fingers in my cunt, and
right out of the blue a violent orgasm hit me with no preliminary warning.
It just exploded right out of nowhere, or maybe out of my brain, and washed
through my defenceless body. God it was wonderful, and I moaned and tried
to cry out through the panties in my mouth.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. That lousy husband of your's doesn't know
how to keep you happy. My God, little girl, you're dripping and coming
like a firecracker. And I haven't even fucked you yet. But I'm going to
do that now."
I felt his fingers leave my heated cunt and then they started
unbuttoning the fly of his coveralls.
"Spread your legs, cunt. And lift them a little. I want a nice,
co-operative fuck from you. If you don't want to have your ass fucked to
pieces, you have better get that sloppy hole in motion, and I don't want
any resistance. GOT IT ?"
I shook my head `yes', and while he rolled his body on top of mine I
spread my legs wide open.
"Lift them up, bitch. I wanna hit bottom!"
And lift them I did. My cunt was boiling and my head was reeling with
the perversion of my lust for this `rape'. When he pushed his cock all the
way into me in one hard push, I thought I was going to die. I don't think
Winston ever fucked me with his clothes on. My naked skin was burning as
the rough material of his coveralls grated my whole front, and the
brassbuttons of his fly was hitting my mons and they were hurting in the
most delicious way. I don't think he fucked me for more than half a minute
before I started coming again. The next few minutes felt like hours. It
was one wild, continuous orgasm. I think I passed out from the wild
cramps, but fortunately I came to again. By then my legs had slumped down
on the mattress, but Winston had just put more weight on me as he was no
longer supporting his body on his arms. The rough coverall made my skin
burn and glow, and as he was getting closer to his own orgasm he had
started mauling my breasts and pinching my nipples.
"That's great, little white pussy. I love it when you are coming round
my cock. Now get ready, cunt, `cause I'm going to fill you up with a hell
of a lot of sticky sperm."
I started coming again and I screamed my orgasm into the smelling
panties in my mouth.
"Are you ready now, you fucking cunt? I'm gonna fill you up, bitch, and
leave you tied here, so you sissy of a husband will have a filled up cunt
to suck clean. Do you think he'll like that? Ohhhh. OOOOHHHHHHHH.
YOU'RE A GREAT FUCK. I'M COMMING. LIE STILL AND FEEL MY SPUNK FILLING YOU
UP."
That did it! For the last time my cunt was spasming round his cock
while I felt it gush 8 or 10 times into me. I really don't know how many,
because I passed out again from sheer lust.
When I regained consciousness Winston had pulled out of me and was
standing beside the bed, and even in the darkness I could feel his eyes on
my fucked out body.
"I'm going to leave now, and because you were such a good fuck I'll let
you keep your things. But I'm leaving you tied up. Can't have you call
the police right away. When your husband comes home, don't tell him how
you enjoyed a real fuck. Play the `poor, raped housewife'. But make sure
he cleans you out. You'll enjoy that!"
Suddenly he was gone. I heard him go downstairs, and there was some
rattling around. For quite a long time nothing happened. I have to admit
that I was getting horny again, waiting there, tied to the bed, my cunt
full, and the thought of Winston maybe doing what he had implied: Acting
the sissy husband licking out his `poor, raped wife'.
Well, that's exactly what he did, and with my panties removed from my
mouth I yelled and screamed two more violent orgasms out into the darkness
of our bedroom.
Winston showed a lot of initiative and imagination for the next week,
taking my fantasy to the limits, and even raping me in the lift in my
parent's apartment building.
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THE NIGHT MUM GOT DRUNK. By Spiller
Even though the events I'm going to describe happened nearly 40 years
ago they still stand vividly in my mind - and are still one of my favourite
thoughts when I masturbate.
I grew up with my mother, as my father left us when I was 6 and my
mother was 26. Not that I missed him. My only recollection of him is that
of a violent man who could not control his temper neither towars mum nor
me. When I turned into my teens I started to notice, what a gorgeous woman
my mother was. Up till then I only thought of her as a loving, funny and
pretty woman who was always there when I needed her. But as I started
growing hair in different places I also noticed, what a fine body she had.
She was small and slim, almost black hair with a tinge of red, small, pert
breasts which were always bouncing under her blouses. And even though her
tummy was flat and well trained her behind was rounded and beautiful with
its firm high buttocks.
We had never hidden our bodies from each other. My naked mum in the
bathroom was a sight I was used to all my life, and I wasn't shy with her
either. But when I turned 13 and found the joys of masturbation I
sometimes found this a bit difficult, because pretty soon the pictures from
magazines which were my first inspirators, were replaced with memories of
my mother in the shower, mum resting in the sun in our secluded garden etc.
Shortly before my 14th birthday I experienced 2 weeks of heaven and
hell. Mum fell on her bike and broke her left wrist and hurt her right
shoulder badly. With her left wrist in a cast and her right arm and
shoulder in a tight sling she found she could not wash herself in the
shower, and the first morning she called me. When I came out there she was
standing naked beside the shower and she turned to me: - John, I really
can't wash myself as it is. You'll have to do it for me. I blushed and
didn't answer at once, so she smiled at me and said: - Oh, come on, John.
You've seen me naked a hundred times before, and now you just have to help
me.
- Oh, yes, of course, I answered, I only hope I won't hurt you.
- No. I'll tell you if you do.
Quickly I shed my pyjamas and joined her in the shower. She showed me
the washrag and the soap, and soon I was soaping her in all over. I really
was in heaven! I had to lift her right arm to get to her armpit, and her
beautiful breasts were right close to my face. When I had finished her
belly, thighs and legs she smiled down to me: - There is no way to avoid
it, dear. You shall have to wash my pussy too. But this washrag is a bit
too rough. Can you use your hands? If I could have sunk through the drain
I should have done it - but like she had said: there was no way out. With
a lot of soap on my right hand I found my way in between her thighs, and
for the first time I was feeling a cunt - and it was my mother's ! She
spread her legs a little bit more and bent down a little in her knees. -
Yes, that's fine, and then also from behind. So I also had to clean out
her arse.
Later I rinsed the parts where I could avoid to wet her bandages, and
the last bit of soap I cleaned off with the washrag.
- That was a fine job, dear. I'm afraid you'll have to add this to the
other chores I can't do for the next couple of weeks. Thank you, dear.
With that she gave me a kiss on the cheek, and I proceeded to dry her off
and later to dress her in her bedroom.
Fortunately for this first time I was so bloody nervous, that my cock
showed its good will by not raising its head. But for sure that was the
only time it did. Already the next morning while I was washing her cunt it
started to swell and a little later it was almost standing to attention.
This time mum pretended not to have seen it, but the third day she could
not help but notice.
- I didn't realize that this might be a bit hard on you, dear. I'm glad
you find me pretty enough to give you that reaction - but we can't really
do anything about it, can we? I am sorry, but I have to rely on you in
this matter, and I hope I'll be well soon.
So, that was that. For the next two weeks my cock was stiff as a board
while I washed and showered mum, but nothing more was said. Today as a
grown man I can tell, that she must have been pretty affected by the
presence of my stiff cock, because her nipples were all stiff through the
showers, but I didn't know the meaning of that at the time. But for the
two weeks the poor woman was washed by her randy son, and her injuries
prevented her from giving herself a relief back in the bedroom. Well, she
got well - off came first the shouldersling and our bathing sessions
abrubtly came to a halt. 2 weeks later she got rid of the cast on her left
wrist. I don't know if I put more into it, than I should, but this was
also the last time I saw mum naked - that is naked in the innocent way.
She seemed to avoid `situations' - and she started to wear a bathrobe going
to the bathroom. But then.
One week later our neighbours threw a big party for their 15th
anniversary. Lots of food, wine, beer, brandy etc. and dancing on the
lawn. My mother was really enjoying herself at the party, and by mid
evening her state in all fairness could only be described as: Drunk. She
called for me to support her on the way back to our own house. The
neighbour's wife asked me if I could handle the situation - after all I was
only 2 days from my 14th birthday - but I assured her, that I'd bring mum
back and see to it, that she was put properly to bed with a pail by the
bedstand.
She certainly couldn't have managed the walk herself, but with her arm
round my shoulder and my right arm round her body we got home and with a
bit of giggling and joking also upstairs to her bedroom. I sat her down on
her bed and asked her if she wanted to go to sleep now. She sat there
swaying a little and answered: - Yes, I think I have better. Can you help
me?
Of course I could. I grabbed the hem of her blouse and dragged it up
past her breasts and over her head. She barely managed to lift her arms,
but off it came, and her beautiful small breasts were bare to my eye.
Beautiful brownish circles topped by two stiff and long nipples. With my
arm round her neck I eased her down on her back and proceded to take off
her skirt. She helped me a little by trying to lift her arse off the bed,
so I could pull the skirt all the way down. And there she was - naked
except from a pair of nearly see through white panties that looked gorgeous
on her suntanned body and which showed her magnificent black bush to me.
Suddenly she whispered: - Oh, God, I'm going to be sick. I ran out and
fetched a pail, and with a bit of help I managed to get her to sit up, and
she was very sick into the pail. A little bit was left on her chin and a
few drops dripped down on her chest. As I took the pail out to the
bathroom I said: Wait a second. I'll bring the washrag and some water.
When I had cleaned out the pail I returned with the soaped rag and a bowl
of water and a towel.
- Oh, I'm so sorry you should see me like this, mum said. But I feel a
lot better now.
- Hey, that's all right, mum. I'll just clean off those little drops on
you.
She looked at the rag and then she giggled: - Oh, my. Do you think your
willie can stand that?
- It's not a willie any more, mum, it's a cock. And if it can't, you
have seen it get stiff before, haven't you.
She giggled again. - Yes, I certainly have, haven't I. And a fine one
it is, if I may say so. I now proceded to clean off her chin and her
breasts, and for sure my cock made no secret of it. While I was drying her
off my trousers looked more like a tent, and to my great surprise mum
stretched out her hand and squezed my cock lightly. And her eyes were
fixed on it all the time. While I was drying her breasts she sighed
heavily, and as the towel no longer touched her breasts she whispered to
me: - Touch my breasts again, John, but without the towel. I dropped the
towel in a milisecond and both my hands went to her breasts. I loved the
feeling of them - so alive and yet so firm and with the nipples upturned. -
Touch my nipples, she whispered again, and all the time she was fondling my
cock through my trousers. I let my index-fingers circle her nipples, and
then instinctively I pinched them between two fingers and let a third
scratch lightly on the nipples. Now she was definately moaning, but those
were the days when porn-movies hardly existed and at least I hadn't seen
one - so I really did not know how to continue. But at last I got an idea.
I let my right hand wander down her body until I could take hold of the
waistband of her panties, and I whispered to her: - Can I wash you there,
but without soap? She let go of my cock, and for a brief second I was
afraid I had been too rash. Then she looked up, and her eyes looked so
open, and she looked so vulnarable.
- You know, this is all wrong, John. And I know it's because I got so
drunk at the party, but yes. You may touch my pussy if you want. In fact
I want you to do it.
With these words she let herself fall backwards on the bed. I lifted
her legs in on the bed and then I started to pull off her panties. She
smelled wonderful and strong down there, and this time she helped me a bit
more lifting her arse off the bed to make it easier. -- Come, John. Hurry
up and take off your clothes before I regret this. I don't know that I
have ever undressed that fast. I lay down beside mum, and quickly my hand
found her beautiful black bush. The hair was shiny and curly and the hairs
felt coarse. She grabbed my hand and pushed it further down. - Come on,
boy, wash me like you did. My hand slid in between her thighs, and I was
very surprised to feel, that she was almost as wet as when I really washed
her in the shower. I moved my hand up and down as if I was really washing
her - and she jerked her hips up to meet my fingers. - Come, I'll show
you. She pushed my hand away and replaced it with her own. - Look here,
John. This is the way. She let her two first fingers press against the
top of her crack and then she made circular movements with them. - Come,
dear, do it that way.
I had not been doing it for very long when she really started panting
and humming. - Oh, come, boy, kiss my breast at the same time. I leaned
over and took a nipple in my mouth. I was slurping with my tongue round it
while my right hand was busy masturbating my own mother ! Suddenly she
cried out as if in pain. And then: - My God, I'm coming. I'm going to
come right now. She let out a squeal, and her whole body started shaking.
Actually I was a little bit scared, that I had done something wrong, but
then right in the middle of her orgasm she opened her eyes and looked at me
with such a loving and happy look in them - and still she was crying out as
the last spasms shook her wonderful body. She put her hand on top of mine
and gently lifted it away. - Hey, wait a second. I'll just have to come
down from this. Oh, God it was wonderful. She guided my hand in a long
caress over her belly, breasts and neck, and at last she threw her arms
around my neck and lifted her head up so she could kiss me. She really
didn't taste that well. A lot of alcohol and a tinge of her being sick.
But her kiss was hot and randy, and I loved it.
When she let go after the hot kiss I pressed my cock against her thigh
just to remind her, that I still had this `problem'. She moved her hand
down to my cock, and for a little while she just kept it still, holding her
fingers round it. - This is terrible, John. I know I shouldn't have got
drunk in the first place. And then getting so randy ! You know it's all
wrong, don't you?
- I know it's forbidden, but it can't really be wrong when it feels so
good, can it?
- Maybe you are right. But anyway I'm going to let you fuck me ! And
thanks to my being drunk I'm going to enjoy it. But swear to me, you will
never ever tell anyone what we have done. Promise.
- Of course I promise. Never and ever.
- All right, you lovely boy. Come here. She lifted her legs and let
her knees fall apart, and at the same time she guided me with her hands on
my hips until I was just where I was supposed to be. Then she put her
right hand down between us, grabbed my ironhard cock and guided it into her
cunt.
- Oh, come now. Come. Push it in. That first time your cock slides
into a cunt is unforgettable. And I had the good fortune that the cunt was
all wet and slippery, it was experienced, and it belonged to a woman I had
loved all my life. It was beyond description. Mum had grabbed my arse,
and she pressed me all the way into her, and then she clasped her legs
round my body and held me still. - Oh, this is heaven, she sighed. Don't
move very much now. Just small movements so we really can enjoy this
feeling.
I was all electric. My cock was tinkling all over, mum's juices were
bathing it, and she was making small squeezing movements with her cunt.
Suddenly I could stand it no more. I started fucking her for real. Moving
in and out faster and faster. Mum had drawn her lips back from her teeth,
and she was working her cunt up and down to meet my thrusts. It only took
a minute or two - and my whole world exploded, and I was pumping spurt
after spurt of semen into her. - Oh, my God, she screamed. One push more,
and I'll come too ! - and push I did, and mum orgasmed again with a yell
and her whole body going into cramps.
I stayed on top of her while my cock was getting smaller and smaller. I
felt completely drained, so I rested my head on her pillow with my mouth
close to her neck, and my dwindling cock still in her. By then the alcohol
got the better of her, and before I had time to withdraw and roll over she
was sound asleep with her arms splayed out and her son's cock buried in
her.
I have to admit I was a bit disappointed, that she had fallen asleep. I
was not drunk, it was only 10 o'clock, and I felt my cock starting to enjoy
the warm wetness of her cunt again. In fact I felt it starting to grow
again in spite of mum's regular breathing, sleeping the comatose sleep of a
drunk. I could not help myself. Even though I knew she was dead to the
world, her cunt felt so hot and alive, that I started to make small
movements in and out. Her whole body was so hot and soft, and her cunt was
like silk - with her juices and my sperm in it. In the beginning I think I
really hoped she would wake up and be just as randy to me as before - but
after a minute or two the situation got to me, and I found it extremely
exciting to fuck my mother while she was sleeping.
Carefully I lifted myself up on my stretched arms and also supported
myself on my knees, so the only place I had contact with her body was my
cock sliding in and out of her delicious cunt. The juices were squishing
round my cock and it was tinkling all over - and the heat was spreading to
my whole body. My God how she looked beautiful in her sleep. The
pervertion of what I was doing together with the wonderful sensations I
derived from her cunt very soon brought me to the brink of coming. I
really wanted to prolong these wonderful minutes, but when mum suddenly
started moaning in her sleep - a definately erotic moan - I flashed over
the top and my cock spurted five or six times into mum. I continued moving
very slowly until my cock went limp and fell out of her by itself.
Carefully not to disturb her I laid down beside her. For a short second I
considered going to my own room to spare her the embarrasment in the
morning, but my strong dreamwish for a repeat performance next day made me
stay naked beside mum - and then face the music next morning, and just hope
for the best. Ten minutes later I was sleeping just as soundly as mum.
I woke up early next morning. During the night I had moved closer to
mum, so I was now lying with my head on her shoulder and my right arm
across her body. Fortunately I had a slow awakening so I did not wake her
up too. For a long time I just enjoyed the feeling of her body against
mine, while pictures of the previous night passed through my brain. The
weak morning light fell on her body. God how she was pretty. Her
beautiful breasts were pointing up in the air and only slipping slightly
towards the sides of her chest. In that morning light I could see tiny,
tiny little hairs starting under her bellybutton and stretching down to
where the blankets were covering us. My groin was close to her hip and
that trecherous cock of mine started moving again!
Slowly so as not to wake her up I moved my right arm so that now it was
my hand instead of my arm, which rested on her stomach.
A minute later I started to follow that dawny black trail down to the
blankets and a little bit under them. My heart was racing by now - partly
because I was so randy, but mostly because I had no clue at all how mum
would react. I was sure, that last night only happened because she was so
drunk, but what now?
My hand slowly crept down to her bush and her wiry black curls felt
wonderful against my palm. Incredible that so much joy and happiness could
hide under that hair. I could not help myself. My middle finger slowly
crept down to her cunt and rested for a while on her clit. It felt as if
mum suddenly drew in her breath in a faster rythm, and I quickly lifted my
finger from her clit.
She was still lying dead still, but I nearly died when she whispered to
me: - It's all right, son, I'm not asleep. You can touch it again if you
want. If it had been broad daylight you'd have seen my face turn purple. I
let my finger find her clit again, and I whispered: - Oh, how I love you,
mum. She must have been awake some time, because she was very wet already.
And suddenly I was very much aware of how wonderfull she smelled. I always
liked her smell, but this morning it was incredibly sexy. All the dried up
juices from yesterday and the fresh bath she was sending out now accounted
for the wildest and sexiest perfume on earth. And all my life I have been
dependent on it ! When I left my first wife one of the reasons was that
she insisted on washing her cunt and thighs when we had made love and
before we went to sleep. At last I missed that morning sexy perfume so
much, that I left her. And it was this wonderful morning I learned from
mum to appreciate it.
I moved my finger slowly and lightly on her clitoris and mum rewardet me
by breathing harder and harder. I made small circular movements for a
little while before I moved my finger further down to drown it in the
juices of her opening, but then mum stopped her hard breathing and
whispered: - No, go back up again. You were doing it so wonderful. When
my finger was resting against her clit again, she put her left hand on top
of my hand and pushed it up and down a few times. I got the idea, and now
I stroked her clit slowly up and down. As her breathing became heavier and
faster I increased the rythm with it, and suddenly mum let out a heavy
gasp. She clasped her thighs round my hand and started coming. - Oh, no.
Oh, God, I'm coming already. Oh, I'm so wicked and it is so good. Oh,
John, you are.... and all the time her body was shaking and the muscles of
her flat belly were rippling in the most wonderful way.
It lasted more than an eternity before she suddenly relaxed her legs
again, her breathing was decelerating, and she threw her arms round me and
started kissing my hair, my forehead, my eyes and then my mouth.
She drew her arm out from under me, so my head was resting on the
pillow, and she propped her head up on her right arm, so that she could
look down on me. Those eyes melted me totally. And her long black wawy
hair hung down over her shoulders and framed her pretty face so
wonderfully.
- I hope you know, that what we have done together is so forbidden, that
I can go to prison if anyone finds out, don't you?
- Yes mum, I know. Our horrible history teacher gave us a long, long
lesson about it when we learned about the old Egyptian royalty where
brothers and sisters married.
- That's good. Because from now on you can't even give me a hug when
other people are present, you understand that?
- I don't care. I'm more afraid, that you will not let me hold you when
we are alone. It was so wonderful yesterday. And just now.
- I know. And it was the best ever for me. I know I should not, but
from now on you may kiss me, hold me and love me whenever you want to. And
right now I'm going to make love to you. You just stay right on your back
where you are.
While she was saying this her hand had crept down to my cock which was
still stiff as a board. She lifted her leg over my body and straddled me,
so my cock was squezed tightly against her cunt. She moved back and forth
a few times, then she raised herself on her knees and presented me with yet
another of those images, I shall never forget: She hung her head down to
watch while she gripped my cock and steered it to the entrance of her cunt.
And with a deep sigh she lowered herself until it was all buried in her.
The feeling was so out of this world that I closed my eyes.
- No, my boy. Open your eyes and look at me while I fuck you. I want
you to see and to feel and to enjoy it all right until you spurt into me.
With that she started moving up and down on my cock. Her small breasts
were swinging, her hair was flowing, and her eyes and mouth were smiling to
me all the time, and all the more when I exploded in her with a scream.
I promised mum never to tell anybody, and I have kept that promise for
39 years. We made love nearly every night until I was 19. Then she
started encouraging me to date other girls. I did, but for me it was no
succes. None of those young cows could compare to mum. And fortunately we
made love now and then, when the opportunity was there, for the rest of her
life. When I was 35 I married my second and present wife, who is a
spitting image of mum, only she is almost whitehaired, called ashblonde.
Mum died half a year ago, so I feel free to tell the story now.
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READER'S RESPONSE.
by Spiller.
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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THE WIN.
By Spiller.
The evening Stan found out, that he had won nearly 11.000 dollars on his
lotto coupon he felt very fortunate. His wife was not at home, and nobody
heard his yells of happiness. Actually he had more than an hour by himself
to deliberate what he was going to do, and that, in an indirect way,
accounts for this story.
On the day Stan was 52. A fairly nice looking man, though nothing
spectacular. For the last 5 years he had considered himself to be
reasonably happy. A nice job, a house he was proud of, 3 grown kids who
often visited his home, and then his wife, whom he still loved for her many
fine qualities as a mother, housewife and friend.
But.... and the reason why he only considered himself `resonably'
happy: Joan had turned into fat, middleaged HOUSEWIFE and she had lost all
interest in sex. As if she had made a plan to turn him off, she started
out 6 years ago by just lying in their bed, dead as a corpse, when he made
love to her. Then she rapidly put on more than 40 pounds of overweight -
which seemed like a hell of a lot on her small 5'2 frame. And as his own
lust for her dwindled she found a hundred excuses for not making love. So
the last 5 years his erotic life had been a very onesided affair with his
right hand.
All these deliberations in the hour after he found out about his win
made him decide to tell absolutely no-one. He went to a bank where they
did not know him and opened an account, and when the win was paid out he
put all the money in his new `sexaccount' as he called it to himself.
But then he had second thoughts: The professional girls today pose a
lifethreatening risk with the kind of deseases running round, and besides:
His hometown was quite small, and the selection was a bit limited. And he
was back to his right hand, until he came upon a bright idea. He bought
one of those `personals' magazines and studied the adverts for a while, and
then he wrote one for himself that read:
Professional women are quite a risk these days, even
though they should be just what I need these years.
But maybe I can find you? You are a slender woman,
around 45, and you should like to be a `visiting friend'
to a generous gentleman of 50+. It might be a fine idea if you
were married, because then we should need the same
degree of discretion. Please no answers from pros.
And then he sat down and waited. Three weeks later a heavy brown
envelope in the mailbox showed him, that his waiting time was over.
He was amazed by the number of letters. 35 women of this small town
were interested enough to answer his advert - so he started sorting them.
Quite a bit were obviously professionals in spite of his attempt to ward
them off. Also quite a number were too young for his taste. 3 singles and
2 married women had sent a photo that appealed to him - especially the one
of Mary he found exciting. She was a tall, slim woman with dark hair,
small breasts behind her white shirt, and a genuinely kind smile on her
face. She was 48 and married, she wrote, but her husband was often away
from home, and their sexlife was like nil. Besides - being a `paid woman'
had been a fantasy of hers often through her life. She gave her telephone
number but asked him for God's sake only to call between 9 and 12 in the
morning.
The next morning he called Mary from work. She answered the phone with
a husky voice - and in a few minutes they had agreed on their first
meeting. She would come to Stan's house Wednesday at noon, just after his
wife had left for her job in the library, and they also agreed on the
hundred dollars of `generosity' from Stan. She knew, that he was shorter
than her, but that didn't seem to bother her, and she also accepted his
wish that she should dress in stockings and garters plus shirt and skirt.
The next day he hurried home, and just saw the tail of his wife's car
disappear round the corner. He had a quick shower, and he had just settled
in his armchair in his silk housecoat when the doorbell rang.
Mary was even better looking in person than on her picture. Her eyes
were enticing in her rather long face, and her body seemed more wiry and
youthful than in the picture. - Come on in, Mary, he said and held his
hand forward. What a pleasant surprise that you are so much prettier than
your picture, he said. In the livingroom he handed her an envelope and
said: Here is what we agreed on and then double up, just in case you should
want to buy yourself some more underwear, if this afternoon is a sucess.
He offered her the big armchair and poured a glass of wine for both, and
he was happy that she accepted when he offered her a cigarette before he
took one for himself. When they lifted their glasses to salute they looked
into each others eyes, and when they had taken their sip of wine he said: -
I want you to put your right leg over the armrest of your chair, so I can
see if you remembered stockings and garters.
A blush spread on Mary's cheeks, but graciously she lifted her skirt,
spread her legs and put the right one over the armrest. Sure enough, her
blue stockings were real, and the garters were just thin strings of silky
blue cloth. Her panties were very thin and white, and it was easy to see
her dark bush through them. Her legs were long and slender, her stomach
flat and her pubic bone protruding, even in that position. Just the sight
he had been dreaming about.
- Will you please open a couple of buttons in your shirt, he asked.
Her hand was shaking slightly when she unbuttoned the three top buttons
in her shirt, revealing that she was not wearing a bra.
- You really look incredibly good, he said, as he rose to pour her
another glass of wine. She lifted her glass, and when he bent over her to
pour, an unmistakable smell of woman rose from her body. He offered her
another cigarette and lit for her. Then he sat down in the sofa again.
She looked quite depraved as she was sitting there, and to his surprise he
could see something he'd never have seen with a pro: An unmistakable wet
spot starting to form in her panties. - Please, open the rest of your
buttons, I want to see those lovely tits of yours. She took a sip of the
wine, put down the glass, and while she was looking him directly in the
eyes her right hand opened the rest of the buttons. She pulled the shirt
out of her skirt and shrugged her shoulders to let it fall down. She had
the loveliest small, pert tits crowned with dark areolas and very protuding
nipples. Actually the girl of his wet dreams since his wife turned into a
fat cow.
- So beautiful, he murmured to her. - Now, I want you to put your hand
down into your panties so that you can play with your clit while I watch.
Her face became all red, but she quickly lifted her ass a bit so she could
hike up her skirt, and a little later he could clearly see, that her middle
finger had reached her clit, and she was making small circular movements on
it. He let his bathrobe fall open and began to play with his cock. Again
her face blushed while her eyes were fixed on his cock.
- Take off your panties, he said. - I want to see that cunt of yours.
They were quickly removed together with her skirt, and she resumed her
position with her right leg over the armrest and the fingers of her right
hand busy with her clit. It was clear, that she was very aroused, because
little drops of juice were forming in her crack. But she was a bit too
hairy around her lips to his taste, so he asked: - Will your husband find
out if we remove some of your hair round that pretty cunt?
- I don't see why, she answered, he hardly ever comes there.
Quickly Stan fetched a pair of scissors from his desk, and then he took
up position at the big dining-table. - Come and lie down over here. She
got up from the chair, and soon she was sitting on the table.
- Do you want to cut them yourself, or can I?
- If you do it yourself you'll get them the way you want it, won't you?
But be careful.
- Of course I shall, Stan said. She stretched out on her back and
opened her legs wide, lifting them off the table. Carefully he trimmed all
the hair on her cuntlips and in the crack down to her asshole. The smell
rising from her was intoxicating, and when his fingers touched her entrance
in the process he felt her wetness which was delicious. Her clit was long
and protruding with the little pink tip all clear of the hood.
Stan planted a little kiss on her cunt and then said: - Now, let's go
back to the chair, I want to see you play with it a little more. He poured
her a third glass of wine, and Mary resumed her former position and
masturbated again with her right hand, holding the wineglass in her left. -
Spread your lips with the other hand. Oh, no, you have the wineglass
there. Then put the other leg over the armrest too. Mary quickly obliged,
and now her cunt opened totally to his eyes and he could really see how wet
she was and how beautifully she played with her clit. She looked
vulnerable and whorish at the same time, sitting like that.
- God, you really look like a whore now.
- But I am one, aren't I ?
- Certainly.
He knelt down in front of the chair with his face close to her cunt.
She smelled lovely. Her breathing had become hard by now, and she was
frigging her clit harder and faster.
- What do you say, do you want me to lick you out even though it really
is you who is supposed to pleasure me?
- Yes, please, will you? My husband never did that.
Stan moved in close. His tongue quickly moved from her entrance to her
clit and back - a small turn down to her asshole and up again. When he
sucked her clit into his mouth and started flicking his tongue over the tip
she started screaming. - Oh, my God, it's wonderful! Will you believe I'm
48, and I never had this done to me ! ! In just a couple of minutes she
had a shattering orgasm.
Stan quickly stretched out on the floor and said: - Now you come here
and fuck me, my whore. His 8 slim inches stood straight up, and it only
took Mary a few seconds to straddle him and feed his cock into her tight
and very wet cunt. Though she tried to hide it, it was obvious that her
orgasm continued while she fucked him. She impaled herself all the way on
his cock, and he could feel the little spasms in there. While she was
moaning all the time she would lift herself up until only the tip of his
cock was buried in her, and then she would slam down till her pubic bone
hit his hard. Even considering that this was his first cunt in five years
he was sure, that he had never tried one better. As she was moving faster
and faster he felt his own orgasm build up, and with a roar he emptied
himself into her cunt. While he was coming Mary was grinding her pubes
into his, and just as his own come was deminishing he felt and heard that
Mary had a second and strong orgasm. She was yelling it out into the
livingroom, and then she slumped forward. The advantage of her being
taller than him was, that he had her tits in his mouth while his cock was
still buried in her. He enjoyed, that his cock was dwindling now and that
their combined juices seeped down into his own hairs.
When his cock fell out of her cunt all by itself she sat up and looked
at him. God, she looked gorgeous.
- That was a very delightful fuck, Stan said, and I am close to saying,
that you look even prettier with that fucked out look on you.
- MMmm. It was a lot better than I had even dared to hope for. You
know, I was pretty scared going here.
- Are you going to be scared next Wednesday at the same time?
- Certainly not.
- Then you will come?
- Oh, yes I will.
- Good. Then I shall throw away the other letters I got.
They both got up from the floor, and Mary put on her clothes again.
- I shall buy some new underwear, she said as she put the envelope into
her handbag. - And perhaps I shall trim my cunt a bit more before I come
back.
Stan gave her a final kiss as he let her out of the door. - I shall
look forward to your next visit.
When the door closed behind her Stan felt like a really happy man. That
win was a Godsend and the idea about the advert was a stroke of genius.
Never in a lifetime could he have bought that experience with a pro.
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Out of this world. (MF, mF)
by Spiller
It is hard to find a more unrealistic kind of literature than
porn-stories. It has to be unrealistic in order to be pornographic.
In stories aimed at male readers, the women must be forever wet and
willing, preferably they have a perversion or two which will make
them lose all control of body and mind, and which will make it very
easy for them to reach a dozen earthshattering orgasms in ten
minutes. And of course they must look stunning: High tits,
preferably big, no sag, no belly-rolls etc.. Men, on the other hand,
must sport breathtaking cocks, length- and girthwise, they must have
incredible stamina and very short recuperation time. And that's
just the basic demands.
But on the other hand, that kind of `basic' stories tend to get
rather boring, to read as well as to write, so this story is an
attempt at variation.
The inspiration is a real experience. My wife and I had been at a
family party lasting three days. When we left for the 200 mile
drive home in our camper, my wife was quite drunk, to say the least,
and we made her bed in the back of the car, and I got ready for a
boring, lonely drive home. I, of course, was sober, having had only
one glass of wine for the day.
The first 120 miles were quite uneventful. I had some soft music
on the stereo, and the powerful diesel engine was spinning softly.
At this point I have to tell, that one of things I really love in my
wife is her reaction to alcohol. To put it mildly she gets horny as
hell, and if there is a possibility of sex she jumps at it. That's
why I wondered mildly when she accepted to be put to bed on the way
home. We had just crossed a great bridge when I heard her voice
from the back of the car.
"That was the Belt-bridge, wasn't it?"
I was pulled out of my reveries, and said: "Yes, dear. It always
makes a special sound."
"That's right. In a mile there is a big rest-area. I really want
you to turn off the highway, find a dark corner to park, and come
back here and fuck me."
"Wouldn't you rather wait till we're home?"
"No, I want a good fuck right now. I'm wet and I'm horny, and you
just don't let that go to waste!"
See, that was the inspiration - and I can assure you we had an
absolutely satisfactory session in the back of that camper. But
later I let my naughty imagination roam, and this is what I came up
with:
Chapter one.
Of course I did as told. That deep, rusty voice when she's horny,
creeps right down into my pants, and before I had parked the camper
my cock was half raised. On the double bed in the back of the car I
was met by a wonderful sight. Helle had raised her T-shirt to show
her lovely pointed tits, and her panties were gone. Instead she had
two fingers circling her clit in an enticing, slow rhythm. I
quickly shed my clothes, but when I came to my shorts she said:
"Stop. Don't take them off yet." The only light in our camper was
the moonshine. Her soft skin glowed like silver, and that wonderful
smell: A mix of alcohol and pussyjuice. She patted the bed beside
her, and I quickly joined her. Just as I was going to caress her
tits - as I usually do - she grabbed my wrist and stopped me. Her
voice was down to a shaky whisper when she said:
"Tonight, in the full moon, I want you to do something very
special. If you think you can."
"I can try. What is it?"
She removed her hands, spread her legs with raised knees, feet on
the mattress, and folded her hands behind her head. "I want you to
fuck me with your little finger. No kisses, no touching, just fuck
me with your little finger for as long as I want it."
"Why !!" I didn't understand a thing. Normally she's very happy
with my big cock.
"Don't ask, just do it - if you can."
In my experience it always benefits me if I give in to one of her
whims, even if I don't understand, so I happily obliged and slipped
my little finger into her cunt. My, was she wet. And big. I could
feel her try to tighten up round my little finger, but without any
great success. So I started to move it round a little to make her
feel it.
"No," she said in a hoarse whisper. "Just in and out, in and out.
Maybe a little bit faster."
As I did so my knuckles began hitting her mons and her clit, and
in a few seconds she really started moaning. "Oh, my God, yessss.
That's just the right way. Go on, go on, don't ever stop!"
Of course I did, and to my utter amazement she started coming in
just over a minute. And her sounds were like nothing I heard
before. A very high pitched "AAAaaaaaaaahhhhhhh", like a cat
mewing. She was shaking all over, but at the same time trying to
stay in the same position. And she kept coming ! Her voice changed
into a low growl, and at last she was just sobbing: "Oh, God, it's
good. Oh, no, no no, yes yes - Aaaaawwwww."
Finally she collapsed. She had sweat on her forehead and between
those lovely tits, and her thighs and my hand were sopping wet from
juice. Strong smelling juice, that is. Smelled like she had been
horny all day. I pulled out my finger.
"WHAT was all that about", I asked.
The headlights of a car entering the rest area flashed through our
windows, then again only the moonlight. I felt her turn over on her
side and prop up her head on one hand, while the other crept down my
body and grabbed hold of my aching cock.
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"I demand it. Anything that makes you so horny must be good for
me too."
"Then promise you won't be disgusted." Her hand was moving slowly
up and down my hard cock.
"I'll try not to."
"Well. It was during that wonderful prolonged lunch we had today.
You probably didn't notice, but I had to go to the bathroom. The
one on the ground floor was occupied, so I climbed the stairs to get
to the upstairs one. Walking down the corridor I heard a muffled
noise from Karin's room." Karin is our 12 year old niece.
"Yes. I noticed the kids left the table rather early."
"Mmm. The door wasn't closed completely, so I sneaked up and
pushed it to open a little more. And what I saw gave me a chock.
On the bed was Ole (our 9 year old cousin) all naked, and Karin was
playing with his small, very stiff, boy-cock. You know, caressing
it, sometimes sucking it, then playing again."
"Must have been a pretty randy sight!"
"You bet! I hadn't watched it a minute before my panties were
soaked! You know, I was quite tipsy already, and I couldn't resist
fondling my cunt through my dress. Then I thought I heard someone
at the stairs, and I quickly slipped out into the bathroom and
locked the door."
"That was pretty innocent, wasn't it?"
"Yes, you may say so, but the next ten minutes were not!"
I stretched out my hand to touch her cunt again, but she
interrupted me:
"Go sit at the foot-rest and watch me. Then I'll tell you," and
she let go of my cock.
Of course I obliged again, and when I was comfortably seated in
the other end of the bed she opened her legs again, and again her
knees were bent and her feet firmly planted in the mattress a few
inches from her ass. Slowly her right hand crept down across her
small tummy, and it felt like ages before she finally let her index
finger touch her clit. "I'm picking up courage for this, you know."
"You're suddenly so serious. I shan't get mad, you know."
"OK, then. Of course I had to masturbate when I had locked the
door of the bathroom. All I could think of at first was that
little, hard boy-cock in his cousin's mouth. And that was
delicious. I'd have loved to feel it in my cunt. But then the bad
thing started. Suddenly all I could see was Sven's little cock.
(Sven is our 11 year old boy). The second I imagined me fucking our
son's little cock up my dripping, open cunt, I started coming. It
was so perverse and wild, that I just kept on coming and coming."
Right in front of my eyes she started twisting and turning in a
violent orgasm, clearly induced by her incestuous fantasies.
At this point I couldn't stand any more. With a groan I threw
myself forward, down between her raised knees, and rammed my big,
aching cock to the bottom of her cunt. Her scream must have raised
the dead, or at least risked being heard all over the rest area.
But I couldn't care less. I managed five or ten hard pushes into
her cunt, which was still contracting in the afterthroes of her
orgasm, before I exploded and jetted an enormous amount of come into
her.
Momentarily we both collapsed, me on top of her, and my dwindling
cock still in her. When my cock left her dripping hole with a
little plop I rolled off, and while I propped my head on my left
hand, I let the right one drift up and down her body, sometimes
savouring the wetness on her thighs, sometimes the rubbery nipples
on her small, lovely tits. When I started masturbating her slowly
and deliberately she opened her eyes and said:
"Shouldn't we go home now?"
"Oh, no, my dear. We're going to finish this. We are far away
from going home."
"But you said you wouldn't get mad."
"I'm not at all mad. But you know your fantasy is impossible."
"Are you crazy. Of course it's impossible. I wouldn't ever do
anything but dream about it."
Her movements belied her words, for at the same time she slowly
started to spread her legs again.
"Stop that! Hold your legs together!" And the moment she had, I
pressed my left leg under her's and clamped my right leg on top of
them, so I could hold her legs in a firm grip to prevent her from
spreading them. Then I resumed my masturbating her, all the time
slowly, very slowly, but in a steady, predictable rythm so I would
know, that if her breathing changed suddenly, it should be because
of my words rather than my fingers.
"You can't fuck our son, but there is something almost as good,
and definitely just as perverted."
She turned her head to look into my eyes. "What do you mean?"
"There ARE boys of 15 (15 is legal age in Denmark) with cocks as
small as Sven's. There are even a very few men with cocks that
size." She was dead quiet for a couple of seconds, then she drew in
a breath like a gasp. "What are you getting at. Not what I think,
is it?"
"If you know how to be a good wife and reward your husband in
other ways, I might, and I say MIGHT, find you a boy, and I MIGHT
even let him fuck you silly." There were absolutely no pretences
now. It was my words. She gasped and started panting, and though
her cunt had creamed three times already, she sent a shower of juice
into my hand.
"You wouldn't, would you?"
"Depends."
"Wether I'm a good wife, or not?"
"Something like that was on my mind, yes."
"How would you do it? I have to know."
"I'd find a boy, unknown to you. Then I'd blindfold you, so you
wouldn't know the difference, and I'd have the boy call himself
Sven. Suits you?"
This evidently brought her right to the brink of her next orgasm.
She made small, high pitched mews in her throat, clasped her hand on
top of mine to stop the masturbating, and then she gasped: "If you
do that, I'll be as good as you can't ever imagine. Oh, my God, do
it, do it. Let me feel that little cock in my cunt. I'll be your
slave forever, to treat as you wish. OH, Ed, Do it, Ed, do it." I
diddled her clit just a second, and with a yell she exploded yet
another time.
Her yells diminished into a slow sobbing, and a little later she
just went limb. When she finally opened her eyes again, she looked
at me with an expression of deep love."You are so wonder-full," she
whispered. "Really, you'd let another guy fuck me, just to satisfy
this perverted girl?"
"Seems it gave you the biggest O in modern history. So of course
I'll let a boy fuck you, or a grown man with a tiny cock. We made a
deal, didn't we?"
"Sure, sure. From the day you give me that golden gift, I'll be
your slave to do anything to, at any time and anywhere."
"That's a deal. And I may have a few surprises for you. But for
now: I want you to suck me off before we drive the last miles home."
And that's what she did.
Chapter two.
The next couple of weeks were quite uneventful. Now and then I
could sense that Helle definitely had not forgotten my promise, but
she did not want to come right out and ask. It proved a bit more
difficult than I had anticipated. In a small town you do not walk
up to the next 15-year old and ask him if he'd like to fuck your
wife. But again, trusty old internet solved the problem. In a
chatroom I found a boy who said he was 15, only 4 feet ten, and his
problem was that he was not developed like his classmates, and they
teased him every gym lesson in school. He also told that his willie
was only 3 inches long. When I told him, that he was just the boy I
was looking for, and would he like to fuck my wife, he almost lost
his spelling.
We agreed I'd give him a job to mow our lawn as an excuse for his
parents. The 7 miles he lived away from us he was more than willing
to do on his bike. On Tuesday I finished work early, and by 3
o'clock I parked in our driveway. Helle was quite surprised to see
me that early, but when I told her right out that I wanted her to go
take a quick shower, put on a garterbelt and stockings and go to the
bedroom, she almost stumbled up the stairs - no questions asked. I
knew we should have the house to ourselves for the next three hours,
as our son Sven was at my parents' and was scheduled to be home at 7.
When I got into the bedroom Helle was splayed out on our brass
bed, looking magnificent. I pulled four silk ribbons out of my
pocket and tied her up, spread out like an X. When I pulled out a
black silk scarf to blindfold her, she spoke for the first time.
"Oh, my God. Is it going to be now?"
"Yes, my love. You are going to have your baby-cock in a short
time."
She was shivering as I tied the scarf across her eyes and tied it
at the back of her neck.
"Who is it? ... Ed, answer me, who is it?" "Well, at least tell
me, is it a boy or a man?"
I just wanted to torment her, and of course I didn't answer her.
When I had finished blindfolding her, she was absolutely
defenceless. I let a single finger trail up and down her cunt, and
she was dripping already. "See you in a little while, but you won't
see me."
Downstairs I poured myself a drink, and five minutes later I saw
the cutest boy park his bicycle beside my car, nervously looking
around. I went to the door and called him.
"Hi, Benny, it's over here. And welcome."
I shall spare my readers the conversation we had in the
livingroom, where I gave Benny instructions as to what was expected
of him. The horny boy could hardly wait. When I opened the door to
the bedroom he stopped in his tracks. "Wow, she's pretty," he
muttered in his best little-boy voice. I signalled him to get out of
his clothes, while I went to sit in the armchair in the corner. It
was OK with Benny that I should be present. I had told him that I
was afraid he might hurt my wife - that was my lame excuse for being
present.
There was no doubt that Benny was horny and ready. His little
three inch cock was pointing straight out from his body. As I had
told him in the livingroom, he climbed on the bed and with no
preliminaries mounted Helle and tried to push his little cock into
her, stabbing a few times without luck.
"Oh, my God. Who are you?" Helle gasped.
"You don't know me, lady, but I'm Sven."
Helle was deeply aroused already. "You're not very big, are you?"
"No, I'm not even 5 feet". He was stabbing in vain again.
"Listen, love, take it in your hand and I'll guide you", Helle
whispered.
He did, still pushing.
"A little higher. - No. A little more. Yes that's it. Push
now." She let out a low growl as the tiny cock pushed into her. The
sight of the skinny, small boy between her experienced thighs was
out of this world. And Helle could feel it.
The second Benny started fucking her straight away, fast in and
out of her wet pussy, she almost hyperventilated. She was humping
her cunt up to meet him. I left the chair and whispered in her ear:
"You want me to untie your hands so you can feel how small he is?"
"Oh, yes, please."
"OK. But when I tell you to stop and put your hands back in
position you do it?"
"Anything", she panted. "Anything."
The minute her hands were free she let them run up and down the
small boy between her legs. Suddenly she grabbed his ass and pulled
him close, and then she came for the first time. She screamed and
growled. "Oh, yes, baby, your willie is so good in my pussy. oh,
fuck me some more, fuck mom's pussy." When she felt the boy shudder
in her arms she knew he was coming. That triggered another orgasm
for her.
"Pull your arms back in position", I ordered. Reluctantly she let
go of the boy and her arms were again stretched over her head.
Benny looked like the proverbial cat - and I asked him if it was
good.
"Oh, yes. That was great. Can I do it again?"
"Just move up to her face so she can suck your prick clean and
make it hard again."
Benny smiled: "It's already hard again, but she can clean it.
Will she really suck me?"
"She'll love it, Sven."
As the boy moved up to sit on her chest I took position beside the
bed, and when she lifted her head and took the tiny cock in her
mouth, I fed my little finger into her twat. God, that boy must
have been sensitive to be brought off in that hole. My finger
hardly had contact with the sides. Helle had been groaning since she
felt the tiny cock in her mouth, and that plus my finger in her
sopping cunt made her come yet another time.
"Come on, Sven, I think it's time to fuck her again. Are you
ready?"
"Oh, I'm ready", his little-boy voice answered. "And this time I
can find my own way."
Like a flash he was in position, guided his boycock in, and
started fucking fiercely.
"Lie down on her and suck her titties like a good boy", I ordered.
He was so small that with his cock in her cunt, his head was
resting between her tits. When he closed his mouth on the right one
and started suckling, Helle was lost again. She cramped and
screamed, and this time her orgasm just kept going. I think all in
all the boy only fucked her for five minutes, and she was orgasming
for half that time. Benny had another come, and when he looked at
me I signalled him to get off, take his clothes and go to the
livingroom. Then I tied up Helle again and pulled off the blindfold.
"You crazy cunt, I'll be right back." I kissed her gently to belie
my words, and then joined Benny in the livingroom. He was almost
dressed, and he smiled all over.
"Oh, God, mister. When can I mow your lawn again?"
"So you'd like to fuck her again?"
"Man, would I love to !"
"OK, then listen. Like I told you, there's no talking about this
to your friends!"
"Of course not."
"If ever I hear words of it, first thing you're never going to
fuck her again, and second thing, I'll get you and beat the hell out
of you."
"Never fear, mister, I'll do anything to fuck her again."
"OK. I'll call you for another lawnmowing in a week or two."
"That's great. But, for my parents, can't you give me 5 dollars
to show I really had the job?"
"Of course. And bye, bye."
"Goodbye. And thank you."
When he was pulling his bicycle down the driveway, I locked the
door and climbed the stairs. I only had about half an hour before
we had to get ready for our son to come home.
Helle looked totally devastated. Sweat was on her brow and
between her tits, her thighs and cunt were wet, and the bedsheat was
dark with juices under her ass. She opened her eyes as I was
nearing the bed. They were sparkling like diamonds as she watched
me shed my clothes. My cock almost touched my bellybutton.
"My God, you're one horny man", she smiled.
"And you are one baby-fucking whore" I reciprocated.
"MMMmmm. It was even better than I had imagined. Never in my
life have I come that fast and that violent. Did you like to watch
me?"
I joined her on the bed, between her spreadout thighs, and fed my
cock to her sopping wet pussy. She was almost like a bathtub filled
with hot water. Silky and squirming with a life of its own, was her
cunt. "You were one perverted sight, my dear. And your sloppy cunt
shows me, that you really are a pervert. Only your own son could
have done it better, eehh....?"
"Oh, my, yes. But you will let me try it again, won't you?
Please."
"Depends on how you live up to your new vocation as a sex slave."
"I will, I will. Anything you want you can do."
"And you'll add a few thrills of your own invention?"
"Yes, I promise."
I could feel that her promise was true, because her pussy was
twitching around my cock while she said it.
"We have to hurry up, Sven will be home soon." I reached up and
untied her right hand again. "I want to feel a finger in my ass
while I fuck you."
She reached round me and I felt her index finger press against my
asshole. "Dip it in your juices first" I panted. Her finger
touched my cock as she oiled it, and then it slipped easily into my
ass for the first time. That did it: I think I moved five times in
her heated cunt, then I exploded and sent what felt like a gallon of
spunk deep into her.
When I had recovered I looked at my watch again. "There is just
time to shower and for you to soap me. Let's go." I pulled my limp
cock out of her and got off the bed. I untied the red ribbons, took
her hand and led her to the bathroom.
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