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Extern Weekend (FFM)

	by Spiller.


	It's Sunday night, 1 am.

	I just fucked my poor husband silly for two solid hours, and right now he's 
sleeping like a log, while I'm sitting here, totally confused and at all 
doubts about myself.

	I really thought I had life laid out: Job, family, my future and myself. 
And then, suddenly, I really don't know.

	A few words about myself: I'm Gerd, 42 years old, quite a successful 
teacher, married for 20 years to Claus, who is now 45, two children who have 
both left home to study in Copenhagen. I'm fairly good looking, though 
nothing spectacular, whereas Claus is a very handsome man, and I'd say that 
I really love him. For all these years he has been a kind, considerate and 
generous husband and father, as well as a skilled lover who almost every 
time manages to give me the most delicious orgasms when we make love. He 
always convinced me, that he finds me pretty in spite of my small tits and 
skinny frame. Of course our marriage has had its ups and downs like 
everybody else's, but those were only tiny ripples on a smooth surface. I 
was always immune to the advances I received from other men, though I have 
to admit they have not been that many.

	And here I am. Came home four hours ago from a weekend of supplementary 
education, which our school board had ordered (and  paid for) where I spent 
two wonderful nights doing things I had never even dreamed about, and that 
secret knowledge made me so horny again, the moment I saw Claus, that I 
practically raped him and fucked him raw. What the ...... has come into my 
head? And my body?

	It all started Friday at noon. School closed early and we were all bussed 
to a rather posh hotel. By three o'clock we had been dealt our rooms and met 
for afternoon coffee and the first lectures, which by the way were very 
interesting and inspiring. After a delicious dinner another hour was 
scheduled for a lecture which was more entertaining than really educational, 
and then the rest of the evening was for `socialising'. Through dinner and 
the last lecture I had been sitting with a colleague of many years, a man I 
have always admired for being such an excellent teacher. Ten years older 
than me he is, but his mind is so open and young that our youngest teachers 
seem old-fashioned and stale compared to him. The kids love him, and his 
classes invariably score the highest grades. At the same time he is always a 
pillar of calm, spreads a feeling of security around himself - and never 
have I heard another teacher ask him for help and not get it. Those are the 
reasons for my admiration - and definitely not his looks or his macho charm. 
Peter is only a few inches taller than me, he weighs about 10 kilos too 
much, and actually the only really charming thing about him are his eyes, 
changing between blue and green and with many wrinkles of laughter around 
them.

	The `socialising' was not really that posh. A nice lounge, a CD-player and 
a dancefloor, a waiter at the bar - and the rest was up to ourselves. Peter 
had asked me for the first dance during dinner, but it seemed he was in no 
real hurry when we adjourned in the lounge. He fetched us some drinks and 
snacks, and we sat in the sofa talking shop, laughing a little at some of 
the younger colleagues who were already smooching on the dancefloor - people 
we knew were all married, but not to each other.

	"Seems like a few of them are rather in a hurry to take advantage of the 
opportunity," Peter laughed.

	"Perhaps they don't have that many opportunities," I said. "Better make use 
of them, if that's your wish."

	"OK", he said with a smile, "and as that is my wish I'd better ask you: 
Shall we dance?"

	His elegant advance was so unexpected, that I blushed a little, and without 
a word I got up and said:"OK, let's dance."

	And so we did. Peter is an excellent dancer, guiding you around without 
letting you feel you are guided, and then for a few seconds he takes a firm 
hold of you, just to let you know who is in command. We had danced a few 
when a slow one came up. I always loved the slow dances, and this was no 
exception. I leaned a little into Peter and felt his arms around me and 
actually enjoyed it. Just before the dance finished he gave me the first 
chock of the evening. With his deep and firm voice he said:

	"I think you should go to the restroom and take off your bra and panties so 
we can enjoy the next slow dance better." At that point he grabbed my 
shoulders and pushed me a little off him so he could look me firmly into my 
eyes. Like a little nitwit I felt time had stopped, and a little later the 
music did too.

	"Thanks for the dance," he said. "It was lovely, apart from a few 
impediments."

	He took my arm and we walked back to `our' sofa and sat down. My stomach 
was in turmoil because of the unexpected and rather rude advance he had made 
on me - and also, I had to admit, the chock of it made me tinkle all over. 
If you had asked me 2 hours ago how I would have reacted to such rude words 
I should have laughed and said: - I think I'd refrain from slapping him, but 
I'd definitely go my way.  And now I was just sitting in the sofa continuing 
our talk while my subconscious mind was figuring out if I should go to the 
restrooms or not !

	I'm not going to put numbers on all the times it happened during these 
days, but this was the first time I did something which is still 
inexplicable to myself: After a while I went to the restroom and discarded 
my bra and my panties, put them in my purse and returned to the sofa, Peter 
and the colleagues.

	A few others had joined us at the table and talk was flowing, the course, 
our school, being away from home etc. Peter fetched us some wine from the 
bar, and when a slow tune came up on the CD-player he asked me: "Would you 
care to dance this one with me?"

	"Of course, Peter."

	On the floor I had halfway expected him to feel me up to see if I had 
complied with his proposal, but nothing of the kind happened. On the 
contrary he maintained a small distance which only added to my excitement. 
Why the .... did he want me to take off my underwear if he wasn't going to 
feel it? Well, I think the sly bastard knew how to whet my appetite, for 
when he finally brushed the back of his hand against my small tits it was 
more like an electric chock. His right hand slid down to rest on my hip 
while he maintained a light pressure on my right breast, and suddenly I was 
painfully aware of my naked pussy, and I felt the air blowing up upon it 
every time Peter swirled me around and my skirt flared out.

	"It's very delicious to touch your breast," he whispered into my ear,  "and 
it's lovely to know that your pussy is bare if I should feel like touching 
it."

	I could feel my cheeks blush as if I was a young girl, and for a short 
while I rested my forehead on his shoulder. Suddenly he lifted his left arm 
and pushed my hip to make me turn round and round while he was walking 
slowly forward, and his right hand stayed down where it was, trailing from 
my hip across my belly, round to my arse and with every turn he lowered that 
hand, and with the last turn he quickly put a slight pressure on my pussy as 
it passed his hand.

	"Feels like you are gifted with an abundant bush," he whispered into my 
ear, "I really like that. So many girls shave today, and it just makes them 
look like babies." He followed this up with a quick jab of his tongue. At 
that moment the slow tune stopped, and thank goodness he held my arm like an 
old-fashioned gentleman, because I was quite dizzy as we walked back to the 
sofa.

	People were telling jokes as we sat down, but honestly I didn't get many of 
the points. I just laughed a little when the others did, while my head was 
reeling with questions, the most important of them being: - Why all of a 
sudden did my pussy get so wet? And when I looked down on my white shirt I 
could see my nipples as easily as I could feel them poke against the soft 
silk. I started to get up because I wanted to get out into the cool air and 
get my head sorted out, but the cheeky guy said out loud: "Would you please 
bring a gin and tonic for me too?" I didn't want to give long explanations 
in the presence of my colleagues, so I did the easy thing and went to the 
bar. Just as I returned with the drinks a new slow tune started, and Peter 
got up and said: "Can I have this one too?"

	"Yes, of course you can, but then it's the last one. It's past midnight, 
and I don't want to be too tired tomorrow."

	"Fine with me."

	He put his arms round me, and held my body rather close to his, and I was 
excitingly aware of my nakedness under my shirt and skirt. For the first 
time he put his hand on my arse with a purpose. He squeezed my buttocks 
rather hard and pressed my pelvis close to his, or rather he let me feel his 
stiff cock against my belly. And then he brought up his hand so he could 
take my right nipple between his fingers and pinch and twist it, hard, but 
not too hard. He had his right hand on my shoulderblades and he pressed my 
head close to his and said in his deep voice:

	"I want you to say goodnight when we finish this dance. Go to your room and 
leave your door unlocked. I'll come up to you in ten minutes so as not to 
make any of them suspicious. And I want you to keep your clothes on, just as 
you are now. Got it?"

	"Yes, I got it, but what makes you so sure I'll leave my door unlocked?"

	"If you don't, I shall have to knock on it and make a terrible noise, 
shan't I? I think it's more discrete if you leave it as I told you."

	He leaned into my ear, blew a small breath of hot air into it and 
whispered:

	 "God, you are a lovely woman. I look forward to hold you in my arms 
again."

	As the tune ended he followed me back to the table. I didn't sit down, 
though. I bid goodnight to the other colleagues and excused myself for being 
tired and in need of the rest. Peter sat down at his usual place and joined 
in with the conversation.

	Fortunately I was alone in the lift going up to my room. I'm not sure I 
could have carried on a chit-chat with all the emotions churning in my head 
and my belly. My pussy felt heavy, engorged and wet, and my nipples were 
still trying to drill their way through my shirt. In the room I told myself 
that I could still lock the door if I decided so in the next ten minutes, 
but as I dropped down on top of my bed I knew all too well, that I was not 
going to do it. I sneaked my right hand under my skirt to feel my pussy - 
just to check if it was really as wet as I thought. And it sure was ! And 
the lips were fat and pouty with blood, so much so that my finger almost 
plopped in between them when I wanted to feel the wetness. A touch to my 
clit sent a wave of lust through my thin body and I pulled out again. I 
touched my thighs on the inside, and even though they are so slim that they 
never touch each other, they were both damp with my juices.

	For a short second I contemplated frigging myself off so I might have a 
chance to be a bit more cool when Peter would arrive, but I chose not to - I 
had a notion that an orgasm now would not calm me down, but most likely have 
the opposite effect.

	- Hi, old bitch, you may as well relax and live this out. It's going to be 
a first and last, and now you have a chance to feel how it is to make love 
to someone else. Admit it, old girl, you have often wondered how it might 
be, haven't you? - and yes, I often have. I closed my eyes and relaxed as 
much as I could, drifting off in a series of very erotic dreams, and when I 
heard my door silently open, close again, and the lock being turned, I 
stayed on my back with my eyes closed.

	Peter did not say anything as he entered. I could hear him walk from the 
door, but I kept my eyes closed. I heard him walk up to the bed, stand there 
for a little while, probably enjoying the sight I thought, and then he 
walked round to the other side. I heard him take off his coat and his shoes, 
and suddenly the bed gave in to his heavy body lying down beside me. At 
first he did not touch me at all, and I felt my nipples stiffening further, 
as if they were crying out to be touched. And that was exactly what he did.

	"Your nipples just told me, that you are not sleeping."

	 With that he moved his hand over and around my tits a few times before he 
grabbed both of my nipples with his fingers and pinched them. My body gave 
an involuntary jerk of lust, and then he moved his right hand down my body 
till it was resting on my flat stomach, just above my bush. Further down he 
moved it to feel that bush through my dress. Thank goodness he did not start 
out with kisses or some faked romance, I should not have been able to handle 
that. This was about sex. Sex and nothing but.

	"I'm really looking forward to play with that forest of love you've got 
here." He pressed his hand against my pubes. "Like I told you at the bar: I 
really love a hairy pussy and not those shaved baby imitations."

	He leaned over and kissed my eyelids.

	"Hey, are you going to keep those eyes closed for the next many hours? Why 
don't you open them and then lift up your skirt to show me what you have got 
there?" His voice was so deep and soft.

	Well, that's what I did! Apparently I was not able to make decisions of my 
own. Up till now I had just done what he told me to do, and it thrilled me 
that also this time I did it. I grabbed the hem of my skirt and pulled it up 
almost to my waist, lifting my hips first to get the skirt out from under my 
arse, and secondly to present my black, curly pussy to him. And as far as I 
know, he was only the third person to see it (in a sexual context, that is).

	"Beautiful, beautiful," he whispered, almost as if it was to himself rather 
than to me. His fingers combed through my curls many times before he said:

	"And now unbutton your shirt to show me if your tits are as lovely as I 
think they are."

	And again I did what he wanted. What I wanted. My shaking fingers opened 
button after button and I pulled the shirt out of my skirt and then I opened 
it while I looked into his eyes. He smiled, and then he looked down on my 
tits, and I did the same. Did he see what I saw? Two small, very pointed 
hills topped by dark brown aureoles and nipples that seemed too long on 
those small tits. And stiff the nipples were !

	"Perfect. Just perfect," he whispered again. "God how I'm going to play 
with those."

	His body was still not touching mine, and suddenly he let one finger slip 
down to my pussy - well, it felt more like a cunt right now! All wet and 
slippery. He was only touching me with that one finger. He started sliding 
it up and down along my wet clit. Really, he was masturbating me, and I was 
on fire being touched by only one finger.

	"I'm going to make you come very soon, but only if you use your fingers to 
pinch and twist your beautiful nipples while I do it!"

	I looked down my body. What a sight !  Here I was on a foreign bed in a 
foreign room with a foreign man, skirt around my waist, shirt open and a 
finger working painfully slow on my tingling clit, and of course I lifted my 
hands to my tits and began to squeeze and twist them, sending electric 
chocks down through my body directly into my clit. Peter increased the speed 
of his frigging, and in record time I felt my orgasm coming up.

	"Oh, my God, I coming already," I panted. "Oh, God it's wonderful. I'm 
COMING - I'M COMMMMMMING."

	The muscles in my belly started contracting, my thighs were shaking 
violently and I was humping my cunt on his finger. With a loud scream I felt 
the powerful orgasm almost as if molten lead was poured out all over me. The 
cramps were so violent, that my legs tightened up and bent in hips and knees 
so I was almost in a fetal position, right there on my back, shaking and 
crying.

	"Oh, my God, you horny bastard! It's wonderful, God, I'm still coming."

	When I folded up like a jack-knife his hand was pushed away from my cunt, 
and now he placed over my mouth and said:

	"Hey, lovely. Better be a little more quiet or we'll have all the horny 
guys lining op to have a piece of the cake."

	It took me nearly a minute before I was able to relax and let my legs fall 
back on the bed. Little beads of sweat had formed between my tits and on my 
forehead, and my whole body was hot as hell.

	"Phew, that was lovely," I whispered. "Will you please get me a towel to 
wipe my forehead and chest?"

	"I'll do better than that," he said.

	With that he leaned over, and that was the first time I felt his body 
against mine, and slowly he started licking the sweat off my forehead and a 
little later his tongue cleaned up my chest. His hand moved up on my belly 
again, and I felt his fingers tugging at my abundant bush while his tongue 
started licking my tits, even though there was no sweat on them. Feeling his 
clothes rub against my naked legs and chest was a strange new sensation, and 
the way he was tugging and pulling at my bush was something new, too. He 
sure was right when he said he loved a real bush instead of the trimmed or 
shaven ones. I felt the heat building in me again, and images of what might 
be hidden in those trousers began to form in my mind.

	"Am I the only one who is going naked tonight?"

	"Oh, no, Gerd. If you promise, that you'll stay just as you are right now, 
and then play with your bush in the meantime, I'll take a few minutes to 
undress."

	"I couldn't play with myself while you watch. I have never done anything 
like that."

	"Well, Gerd, there is a first for everything. Are you going to do it, or do 
I keep my clothes on?"

	"I'll try if I can do it."

	He got off the bed, and my mind was in turmoil while I tried to let my 
fingers comb through my curls. I was a bit surprised when I found that it 
was highly erotic to do so and have Peter watch it. He started a slow 
striptease beside the bed while I got more and more into playing with my 
curls.

	"Take a good hold of it and pull upwards to show me your clit," he said 
hoarsely.

	I did just that, and to my delight felt the sheath slowly pull away from 
the head of my clit to let a breath of cool air sweep over the sensitive 
little pearl. I could not resist to do it again, and slowly I tugged and 
relaxed my grip to make it feel as if I was pulling the foreskin back and 
forth on a small cock.

	- Oh, my God, I thought. - Claus would get a fit if he saw me now. The mere 
thought of it sent a new thrill through my body, and I concentrated on 
watching Peter shed his clothes. His chest was naked now, and he started 
opening his trousers.  Sure, his chest showed those extra kilos he was 
carrying. No ribs to be seen, but on the other hand he looked 
extraordinarily smooth for a fifty year old. When his trousers fell to the 
floor and I could see his cock I was in for yet another surprise. He had a 
belly, all right, but actually the overall impression of his body was quite 
favourable. He looked soft and warm, and when I looked at his cock my cunt 
started twisting again. Only halfway erected it was not that long, but I had 
never imagined something that fat. For a while I stopped tugging at my bush, 
just to savour the look he was giving me.

	"What's the matter, do you like what you're seeing? I didn't tell you you 
could stop playing with your curls."

	I resumed the delicious tugging, but he broke in again.

	"Oh, no. You stopped, and now you'll have to do it one better. Pull up 
hard, and use your index finger of your left hand to touch your clit."

	I looked into his eyes, not believing my own ears.

	"Do it. And NOW !"

	Of course I did, and my finger sent little electric jolts all through my 
body. I felt my cunt begin to drip again, and I imagined it was opening up 
more and more, just to prepare itself for that fat cock. But I knew very 
well that this was what it always did when I get really horny. Claus 
sometimes teases me saying that we skinny girls have the widest cunts, and 
sometimes when I get really wild he almost can't feel anything when he is 
fucking me, and I have to put my legs together and tighten up the muscles of 
my thighs and belly for him to get the right friction.

	- Well, old girl, I thought, there'll be no need to tighten up with that 
fat cock. And suddenly I heard myself say words, I should never have 
believed:

	"Come on, Peter. Are you going to fuck me with that nice cock or are you 
only putting it on display?" I felt my cheeks turn dark red, but at the same 
time my thighs fell even further apart.

	"Oh, no, I'm not. I really want to get it inside you right now."

	Quickly he joined me on the bed and got ready between my legs.

	"It's not all that hard yet, but I'll get it in you now, and then you will 
feel something I bet you haven't felt before."

	He grabbed his cock with his right hand and with a tight grip around it he 
held it stiff enough to push the first half of it inside me. God it felt 
lovely. He was stretching my cunt like it hadn't been before, and with a bit 
of coaxing he slowly worked it all the way in and then he stopped moving at 
all.

	"Now, be very quiet and don't move. This you have to feel."

	I was already very much aware, that his soft body felt very comfortable on 
top of mine. Sometimes with Claus the skin on my protruding hipbones get 
sore, and it is more hurt than pleasure - but not with this guy!  And then a 
jolt flashed through me coming from my cunt. Peter was lying dead still, but 
his cock had started to grow !  Not so much in length, but definitely in 
thickness !  There was a constant pressure on the walls of my vagina from 
his growing cock. When he put that half limp cock into me I was filled more 
than ever, and now he was growing !  It was the wildest ever!  My cunt 
started twitching all by itself.

	"Quiet. I told you not to move !"

	"But I can't help it. This is so wild it is doing it all by itself," I 
whispered hoarsely.

	"Just enjoy it. It's not finished growing yet."

	Right out of the blue it hit me. With no warning, no moving, no 
clit-touching, no banging, I started on the longest orgasm !  My cunt was 
spasming, my body was twitching and my belly was rippling. Normally I should 
have jack-knifed, just as I did when he diddled me, but his heavy body 
weighed me down, and all I could do was coming and coming and coming around 
that fat pole. My cunt luxuriated on squeezing it again and again and all it 
did was growing. And all I did was coming ! I could feel my juices squishing 
around in the bottom of my cunt. That fat cock had me plugged so well that 
it could not even seep out.

	I was coming down from the peak, and that fucker was looking at my face. 
When he saw my features start to relax he just moved three or four times in 
me, pulling my lips out and stuffing them in, and that set me off again.

	"Oh, my God," I panted. "It's starting again."

	 Just before I started screaming he clamped his hand on my mouth and pushed 
in a few more times. I was yelling my muffled insanity into his hand and my 
cunt was so much enjoying finally to squeeze a cock in orgasm. Always it has 
felt more like opening up into a big empty dancehall when I was coming on 
Claus' average cock, but now I was really feeling my cramps.
	"My God, Peter. It's out of this world. Move again - I'm coming down and I 
don't want this to ever end."

	He complied, and now he set up a determined slow rhythm, pushing his 
wondercock all to the bottom on each stroke. My juices were squishing and 
bubbling out around his cock when he hit bottom. And I hit the peak again.

	"You are one hot cunt," he gasped into my ear. "You are milking me now, and 
I'll spurt into you in a minute or less."

	"Oh, yes. Fill me up. I want to feel you spurt into me. What can I do to 
make you come faster?"

	"You don't need to do anything right now. Just squeeze my cock with your 
cunt and feel what is happening. OHHHH.  I'M  COMING, IT'S RIGHT NOW - FEEL 
IT.   GOD, IT'S LIKE HEAVEN."

	  With a grunt he started coming. His cock twitched and became even fatter, 
nearly splitting me, and I felt my womb fill up with sperm as he convulsed 
on top of me and tried to push himself up through my whole body and out of 
my throat. Plugged like never before his sperm could not get out, it just 
kept pumping up into my cunt and I felt my belly stretch a little. I bit his 
hand to get it away from my mouth. This I had to yell out, and I didn't care 
a shit if all the world could hear me. It must have been my tenth or twelfth 
orgasm, and it was the strongest yet. My thighs were shaking, my belly 
contracting to no avail, my toes curled, my lips snarled away from my teeth, 
and my head was thrashing wildly from side to side while I yelled.

	Slowly I felt it dying out. First I stopped yelling, then I stopped 
spasming. I felt his magnificent cock start to dwindle in me, and suddenly a 
gush of sperm and juice pressed its way out all around his cock, making us 
both wet all over down there. I felt it spread out on our thighs and run 
softly down my crack, past my arsehole and down to soak the bedsheets.

	I was in Heaven !  Hot and sweaty all over my body, drenched in our juices 
and with a lovely piece of meat filling me up and giving me something to 
contract my cunt around. God how I enjoyed feeling so filled up even if I 
had just had my most heavenly orgasm. I started to feel his weight on me, 
but on the other hand I didn't want this to end.

	"Come, let's turn over, BUT DON'T PULL OUT OF ME YET !"

	Peter grabbed my hips and in one roll he was on his back with me on top, 
and only an inch of him ever left me. I straightened up to sit right on his 
cock. I felt it go softer in me, so I couldn't move very much, but still he 
was filling me out to my hearts delight. And now my juices were flowing 
freely down his cock and his balls. I looked into his eyes. He was smiling 
at me, and just as I was going to say something he said:

	"That was great. You sure are a hot number, Gerd."

	"You're not half bad yourself," I laughed. "I don't think - no, I know, 
that I have never ever come that much."

	"And now you wonder if I can go another round?"

	"You bastard. Do you read my mind like an open book?"


	No, but I can feel your cunt is opening up at the bottom of it. That  is 
usually a sign of that lust."

	"Oh, yes, it is. I can't help it, but I sure want to feel your cock grow in 
me again. What can I do to make you grow again?"

	"You sure you can do it?"

	"I'd love to give it a try," I smiled.

	"I have a feeling you are too much of a prim and proper small town 
teacher."

	I felt my cheeks turn red again. I'm afraid he was right on that one too.

	"What is that supposed to mean?"

	"Well, a really raunchy and slutty bitch might do it quickly, but I'm 
afraid you'll just have to wait and see if it will grow of it's own free 
will."

	"Oh, yeah. Trying the world's oldest trick, aren't you?  Give her a dare, 
and she can't resist trying?"

	"Yes, that was the general idea."

	"Well, like a dumb blonde I'll take the bait. Give me a hint and I'll try, 
because I really want to feel that fat cock grow inside of me again."

	"Mmm. And this time it will feel even better, because I'm nearly as limp as 
I go. But you are getting in the right direction. Talk to me, tell me how 
nasty you are, and you might do the trick, dear."

	So, that was what he wanted? And what did I want?

	"I want to feel your cock grow fat again."

	"That's up to you. Why do you want that?"

	"Because you filled me up like never before."

	"I can believe that."

	"I'm going to squeeze you a little with my cunt. But I think I must be 
carefull not to press it out of me."

	"Yes, you do have quite a cunt there, and it's very wet too."

	I brought my hands up to squeeze my small tits, and a little later I took 
my nipples between thumb and forefinger to pinch and twist them. Immediately 
I felt that familiar tingle in my clit.

	"My cunt is so wet because you made me come so many times. But that only 
made me want to come a lot more. Do you think you're man enough to fuck it 
for real?"

	  I could hardly beleive my own ears, but I must be on the right track, 
because I could feel his cock starting to grow. The feeling was divine, and 
the pictures on my inner screen were even more divine. I was exciting myself 
beyond belief talking dirty.

	"I've got these small tits that you promised to play with, but it seems I 
shall have to do it all myself."

	"If you will leave them alone for a minute and play with your clit instead 
I shall enjoy them."

	I let my hands fall away from them, and I blushed again as I touched my 
clit with my right forefinger.

	"Use your other hand to spread those lips a little more while you 
masturbate for me," he groaned, and his cock grew yet a little bit thicker. 
	I was never a girl to masturbate much, and I had never done it with someone 
to watch, but the growing pressure in my cunt put the lust in me, and soon I 
was moving my fingers with abandon. At the same time I felt his big hands 
cup my tits, and then he pinched my nipples hard while he pulled at them.

	"Oh, that's great. My tits love what you are doing," I panted.

	"I can feel that. Your nipples are very hard and big now. I think they need 
a little more."

	And more they got !  He pinched and pulled at them real hard. It hurt like 
Hell, but the pain went directly down to my clit which I was rubbing.

	"Eeeaawwww," I yelled. "That hurt!"

	"But you liked it, you little bitch. I could feel your cunt tremble when I 
did it."

	"Yessss, I'm getting really horny again, now. Oh, your fat cock is filling 
me up again. I can feel it pressing the sides of my cunt."

	I moved a few centimetres up and down on him, and now his cock was nearly 
as fat as before, and still growing.

	"You know," I panted, "that growing cock is making me crazy. There are no 
lips to hold apart now. My clit is all bared and my cunt is split open. Have 
you got more in it?"

	"Just a little bit more, just a little bit. You enjoy being stretched, 
don't you?

	"No, I'm crazy for it !  God, I never thought I could go that mad just 
having a cock splitting me. It feels as if my whole body is filled with just 
cock, cock, cock !"

	Suddenly he slapped me very hard on my arse. A loud whack, and a stinging 
pain.

	"Start moving that cunt," he snarled. "I want to feel it moving on my stiff 
cock."

	He slapped me very hard again on the other cheek.

	"Ouch," I cried, but I remained dead still on him. Those two first smacks 
stirred feelings in me I didn't know I had, and I wanted him to smack me 
again. And he did ! Two more hard ones on each buttock did the trick. My 
whole behind was burning with a stinging pain and my face was red with the 
humiliation of his punishment. And at the same time my cunt was quivering 
with excitement. I moved up and slammed my cunt down into his bush just 
three or four times. My cunt was so stretched that my clitoris was bared 
completely, and the scratching of his wiry curls on it's sensitive tip sent 
me over the hill.

	"Ooooohhhh, my God," I yelled. I felt my cunt clamp down on his meat like a 
vice.  "

	"Fill me, you nasty fucker, more, more, moreeeeee."

	  Was that really me yelling? Sweat was pouring down between my little tits 
and my whole belly and my cunt was spasming all the time. And even then I 
just felt like a glutton: I wanted more, more, more of everything, more 
cock, more sperm, more slapping of my arse, I don't know, just more, more 
and more.

	I pulled off him and felt the vacuum as my cunt refused to let go of his 
fat cock. I turned round and grabbed the footrest of the bed, standing on my 
knees and presenting him with my dripping cunt.

	"Fuck me, I want to be fucked like a bitch."

	"Not `like' one. You are one," Peter snarled.

	He got up and moved in position behind me. Then he dealt me four very hard 
smacks on my arse. They stung like Hell and just made me feel even better.

	"If you really are that crazy to be fucked I don't understand why you are 
such a lazy cow that you haven't put it in yet!"

	My legs were shaking and little starlike lights were flashing on the inside 
of my eyelids. I reached down and pushed his cock at the opening of my cunt. 
In one long push he forced his cock inside me, and at the same time he 
pushed his thumb into my arse. What was happening to me? I came very 
violently in just two seconds. Then he pulled out his thumb, grabbed my 
skinny hips and started fucking me for real. Hard, fast and fat. His balls 
slapping against my clit, his hand now and then giving my arse yet another 
smack. The next five minutes were a blur of mindblowing orgasms, pain, 
crying and yelling, degradation of being fucked like an animal, overpowering 
joy of being fucked like an animal.

	Suddenly I felt him go stiff behind me. With a deep grunt he started 
spurting into my cunt. I was hit by a gutwrenching orgasm again, and when I 
felt him stop his movements I just collapsed, head down, arse in the air, 
cramping all over and tears streaming down my cheeks.

	"Oh, my God. I'm totally fucked out."

	I felt Peter get off the bed. Then he took me in his arms and lifted me off 
the bed, turned round and very gently he laid me down with my head on the 
pillow. Automatically I curled up with my knees to my tits as if I just 
wanted to hide from the world. Then I felt Peter lie down again beside me. 
His hand slowly caressed my hair and my shoulders.

	"Hey, girl. That was so great. Why do you hide?"

	"I think I'm a bit ashamed of myself."

	"No need to be. You were great. And you are still a lovely, little 
creature."

	"But I never was like that before."

	"Well, wasn't it about time, then?"

	"I don't know. I'm not sure, at least."

	"Well. Better make up your mind, `cause I count on you for tomorrow night, 
too."

	"Don't feel too sure!"

	"I won't. But I think you'll want to."

	"Mmmmm. God, I'm so tired and fucked out. My whole body is aching."

	"Then I'd better let you have a good nights sleep. Don't you think I should 
sneak out while the others are asleep? You don't want me to run into a 
couple of colleagues in the morning, do you?"

	"Oh, my God no."

	Peter kissed my cheeks and shoulders, and then I felt him get up. I heard 
him dress, and quietly he opened and closed the door. And I fell into a 
heavy sleep, even as I was wondering what tomorrow might bring.



Saturday.

	I woke up Saturday morning, painfully aware that my body was covered in 
dried up sweat, dried up sperm and dried up juices of my own. The smells 
seeping up to my nose from under the covers immediately brought back images 
of last night, and if that was not enough to make me horny again, the 
stretched feeling from between my legs did the rest. I could not help 
sliding my hand down to touch my cunt, and in a few moments it was dripping 
again. With all of my willpower applied I just managed to remove it again 
and get out of bed. In the shower I cleaned off the traces of our fucking, 
but the images in my mind could never be washed out, and I knew right from 
the start of that day that I would be looking forward to Saturday night 
fever.

	At the breakfast table I sat between two women from our class-team. Suffice 
it to say that the two of us looked quite fucked out in spite of showers and 
make-up, while I think I saw a trace of envy in the eyes of Joanna.

	The morning lectures were OK, though I had a little bit of trouble 
concentrating. But that was nothing compared to the afternoon. At lunch 
Peter manoeuvred himself close to me at the banquet table.

	"When you've finished lunch I want you to go to the ladies room and remove 
your panties. I want to know, that you are bare. And you have to flash me at 
least once, that I'm convinced you did it." And off he was.

	Silly little me of course complied. When we got to the afternoon 
coffe-break my pussy was dripping and my head was reeling. I sat down in one 
of the big armchairs, and of course Peter sat down opposite me. He looked 
questioningly at me, and my cheeks were burning as I uncrossed my legs, 
spreading them slightly to show him I was panty-less. At the same time I was 
painfully aware that my nipples hardened to give me in. Linda had not seen 
me flash my pussy, but her eyes on my breasts and the little knowing smile 
on her lips showed me, that she was fully aware of my state.

	"Damn," I thought. I hadn't planned on anybody knowing, but then I suddenly 
remembered that Linda had the room next to mine, and probably there was no 
way she could have avoided to hear my screaming last night, that is unless 
she had been to some guy's room instead of her own. Which might very well 
be, and might very well not be. I was soon to find out, because she sat down 
next to me when we returned to the lecture hall. In the middle of the first 
lecture she leaned over and whispered into my ear:

	"Sounded like some fuck you got yourself last night".

	I blushed like a teen-ager and whispered back: "Oh, no. Did you hear that?"

	"Sure did. Not all of it, though. I was in some other room getting a lousy 
lay for 10 minutes, and then I came back to my own just to hear you yell 
like a wolverine in heat."

	"No use denying, eh?"

	"Definitely not. Going at it tonight, too?"

	"Linda!"

	"Aw, come on. We're in the same boat, love. Only you seem to drive a liner 
and I got a kayak. Going to tell me who it is?"

	"No way. Or you might try to score him tonight."

	"From what I heard, you're dead right."

	"Go and find another lay." I could hardly believe the language I was using.

	"I will, but this profession of ours is lousy where that's concerned. We 
are always 3 girls to each real man!"

	"Do you think that's why I never did anything like it before?"

	"Guess that's right. Well. If you feel like sharing, just give three knocks 
on the wall, and I'll be there, you lucky bitch!"

	The afternoon passed uneventful. When the last lesson ended at half past 
five I was dead tired and ready for a little rest before the big dinner at 
eight. And then suddenly Peter sneaked up behind me in the hall.

	"It was nice to know your pussy was bare all afternoon. Go and have a 
shower and a rest, but leave your door open from around twenty to eight. 
Have a nice rest, you delicious you!" And off he was.

	In my room I quickly shed what little clothes I was wearing, I had a 
shower, and in fact I was so tired, that I wasn't even tempted to do a 
little autosex. I just managed to set my alarm to twenty to eight, and I 
fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

	I was awakened by the annoying beep-beep of the alarm. I rushed to the door 
and unlocked it, and then I went into the shower again in order to wake up. 
I was on my way out when I heard the door open, and when I came into the 
bedroom Peter was sitting in the only armchair.

	"Wow. What a pretty sight to behold just before dinner."

	"Why did you want to come here just before dinner?"

	"Come over here and I'll show you."

	When I was standing, still all naked, in front of him he suddenly grabbed 
me by my waist and pulled me down across his lap.

	"I just want your arse to be aware of me all through the dinner, and what 
way is better than to make sure it's red and sensitive."

	He grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket.

	"Here, love, stuff that into your mouth that you don't shock your 
colleagues."

	Before I had a chance to think or to anticipate, his heavy hand landed 
series of smarting blows to my defenceless arse-cheeks and the backsides of 
my thighs. In just a minute he had me whimpering with pain and lust, and 
then it was all over again. There were little tears in my eyes as he helped 
me up from my humiliating position. And then, with a tenderness which belied 
the treatment he just gave me, he cradled my face in his hands, kissed my 
forehead and proceeded to kiss off the small teardrops.

	"This was just to make sure, that when you sit down your arse will tell you 
who is going to fuck you tonight, my dear."

	I looked questioningly into his eyes.

	"Of course you are not allowed to wear panties tonight, and a bra is out of 
the question, too. I hope you have brought a pair of stockings?"

	"No, I haven't."

	"Then it was not such a bad idea that I went into town during lunchbreak. I 
have this little gift for you."

	Out of his pocked he pulled a small package, containing a pair of dark, 
blue stockings and the flimsiest garterbelt I ever saw.

	"Want you to wear this tonight. See you at dinner, and stay close that we 
can sit together." With yet another tender kiss he left me to get dressed in 
5 minutes.

	It took me 5 minutes to apply a bit of make-up and another 3 to get into 
the garter and the stockings (I really looked like a whore when I looked in 
the mirror) and throw my wrap-around dress onto my skinny frame and tie the 
belt so the bow and the long ends of it were hanging down from my right hip.

	As I entered the dining hall Linda passed me in the doorway.

	"Me, oh, my, one does look available tonight !"

	I put my arms round her to give her one of those collegial hugs, that are 
accepted all over, and then I whispered into her ear:

	"Look, who's available. I don't feel any panties here either!"

	Linda blushed and then gave me yet another hug and then we proceeded on our 
ways, me to find Peter and Linda probably scouting.

	In order not to make this story too long I shall skip all the storytelling 
about dinner, dancing, drinking, singing etc. that went on all evening. 
Suffice it to say that two o'clock found me in the lift to my room, my head 
spinning from a bit too much to drink, juices running freely down my thighs, 
saturating the tops of my stockings. My nipples grown larger and stiffer 
than ever, still sore from all the pinching Peter had done during dancing, 
and a most pungent smell rising from my body: Sweat, lust and anticipation. 
Like last night I let my door unlocked and just plain fell down on my back 
on the big double bed, my legs spread, hanging over the edge, my dress half 
open - at least enough to show my wet thighs above the sticky stocking tops.

	Five minutes I was waiting. They felt like five hours! When I heard the 
door open and close again I didn't open my eyes. My voice, hoarse from the 
talking, singing and from lust, barely managed to say:

	"Don't do or say anything. Just put that fat cock of yours up my cunt and 
let it grow. I want to go crazy again."

	Peter obliged even faster than I had imagined. He didn't even undress me, 
even if it should only have taken 20 seconds. He was naked in a moment, then 
he whisked my dress open below the belt, pulled up my legs to my chest, and 
when he had turned me to lie along the bed he fed his semi-hard monster into 
my hungry cunt, supporting it's stiffness with his clenched hand so he could 
stuff it in a centimetre at a time. My God, I was whimpering like a cat in 
the heat. All evening my sore arse had reminded me of this, and I really was 
going crazy with lust for him. I felt so deliciously stretched by his half 
erect cock, and then he made it grow like last night.

	This was plain obscene. Here was this prim and proper, intellectual and 
efficient, faithful housewife, model mother - shit, whatever I was before - 
stuffed to the brim by a fat, growing cock which drained all my former 
conditioning from me, and turned me into a cock-crazy, whoring bitch.

	Peter leaned over me and licked my ear. Then he whispered:

	"That's it, whore. Concentrate all your feelings in your cunt. Empty your 
head, just pour your brain and your nerves down to your cunt and enjoy."

	And did I enjoy! I savoured every tenth of a millimetre that his cock 
stretched me, I loved the way my juices were trapped up in the bottom of my 
vagina. When I felt like I had a gallon of juice up there I clenched my 
bellymuscles as if I was giving birth, and I felt it gush out along the 
walls of my cunt and down my crack into my arse. I really wanted to have a 
death experience so I could float up in the ceiling and watch myself with my 
legs spread and drawn to my shoulders, my stockings and garter, and then 
Peter with his cock buried in me, making me look like a whore.

	While he was still growing I suddenly realised what was going on, and like 
an explosion I had my first orgasm, generated more between my ears than 
between my thighs. I let out a loud yelp, and my whole body was spasming out 
of my control.

	Of course right at that moment Peter started to move his monster in and out 
of me. Again I started yelling and contracting. If he had not weighed me 
down I should have curled up in a fetal position from the sheer cramps and 
the thrill.

	I had hardly stopped convulsing when Peter grabbed both my nipples with his 
fingers and pinched really fierce. I could not help letting out a loud, 
sharp scream. A glowing, red pain rushed through my body and set my cunt on 
fire again. He maintained a firm grip of my nipples and then he pulled and 
stretched my small, pretty tits into the lewdest shapes. He pulled down to 
make them look as if they had a sag, they don't really have. Then he pulled 
upwards to make them look like the little cones teenagers have. Sideways, 
round and round. Sometimes hurting, sometimes just giving out a little pain. 
When he started shaking them very fast at the same time as he slammed that 
dream-cock to the bottom of my stretched cunt I came so violently that I 
passed out!

	When I came to again he had pulled out of me, and I was lying on my belly, 
head supported on my arms, and my cunt feeling terribly empty. And at the 
same time I felt really exhausted.

	"Why did you pass out on me?"

	His voice was deep and mellow, touching nerve-ends all over me.

	"It was so  violent, Peter. I don't know. Maybe all my blood rushed from my 
brain because I came so hard."

	"Can't have that again. I have better make your ass warm and red to keep 
you awake."

	There was not much logic in that remark, but I ate it with glee, and when 
his hand had sneaked under my belly, down to touch my clit, he started 
spanking my upturned ass. I whimpered a few times, but soon I loved every 
smack he offered me. I humped my clit against his hand all the time, giving 
me the most perverted mix of pleasure and pain. Just the newness of it made 
me come again. This time I could not prevent my body from convulsing and 
folding up. I raised my arse towards his hand, then keeled over and folded 
up like a knife.

	I was coming down from my orgasm very slowly. I was covered in sweat and on 
the verge of exhaustion. When Peter moved in behind my back and I felt his 
cock between my thighs, searching for the entrance, I really could not start 
again right away.

	"Peter, I'm so fucked out. I don't know how many times I have come. You 
have to give me a little rest."

	"Aww.  Of course I'll give you time to recuperate, I just really need to 
have a come myself, now."

	A hundred thoughts flashed through my brain, and I felt sorry for him. Then 
Linda crossed my mind.

	"Oh, my God," I exclaimed.

	"What's wrong?"

	"Oh, nothing is wrong. But a really nasty thought just crossed my mind. It 
might help you, if you want to - and it might give me something I never 
tried."

	"You know I'm game for almost anything. What have you got on your mind?"

	"You know Linda. She said something to me this afternoon."

	He smacked my arse twice. "Don't stall. Bring it out. What did she say?"

	"Well, she heard us last night, and she said that if I wanted some help I 
just had to knock three times on the wall. She's got the next room."

	"Which wall?"

	"The one over there."

	Peter got out of bed, and with his impressive cock standing straight out 
from his body he went to the wall, picked up a candlestick from the dresser 
and knocked three times on the wall. He waited half a minute and then he 
knocked three times again. And there it was: A faint answer in the form of 
three knocks from the other side. Peter clapped his hand on the wall a few 
times and then he went and unlocked the door.

	He returned to the bed and laid down on his back, so that he was between me 
and the door.

	"Take my cock in your hand and keep it hard while we wait. And YOU present 
it to her when she comes."

	"I'm not sure I can do that."

	"Come on, you lovely whore. You are just waiting to see another woman ride 
this cock."

	I had to admit to myself, that the thought of it made my worn out cunt 
tingle again. At that moment Linda entered the door. She was only wearing a 
short see-through nightgown, and she looked quite unsure of herself, but 
lovely in her own way. Very much different from me. Her tits were bigger, 
she had a small layer of soft meat on her bones, wide hips, a small, trimmed 
bush, and apparently shaved lips from what I could see through the 
night-gown.

	"You offered your help, Linda. This monster," I wriggled Peters massive 
cock in her direction, "has worn me out for the moment. Would you like a 
ride while I take a rest?"

	God, I could hear myself. Lisa and I had never before talked about anything 
but the ordinary chat in teachers' room.

	"If that is the one from yesterday that made you howl, I'd sure like a 
try."

	She shed her night-gown, and when naked she was really lovely, and almost 
100% different from me.

	I jumped out of bed.

	"Come here, Peter. I'll pour some cold water on your cock to make it shrink 
a little."

	From the room-fridge I picked a couple of ice-cubes, put them into a glass 
and from the washbasin I filled up the glass with cold water. In a few 
moments the water felt quite cool, and I brought it back to the bed. When I 
dipped Peter's cock into the glass he gasped and said:

	"Why the hell do you do that?"

	"I want her to feel the way your cock can grow in her pussy. That's the 
most exciting thing I ever felt, and I'm sure it'll make her yell as well."

	"OK, you got your point, and that icy water sure made him shrink a little."

	I removed the glass, pushed Linda down on the bed and gave Peter a small 
smack on his arse.

	"Come on, lover. I want to feed the monster to her small pussy."

	I took a good, firm hold round his cock, the way I had seen him do it 
himself. Then I looked at Linda:

	"Spread them, girl. I guess you are wet already?"

	"I'm dripping. Do you think he can get it in?"

	"Bet you."

	Peter moved his hips forward, and I placed the tip of his cock right at the 
entrance of Linda's cunt. Then he started a slow push, and gradually we 
worked his fat cock into her. The moment the head had popped inside Linda 
started groaning.

	"This isn't for real," she panted.

	"You just wait, you horny cow. I'll bet you husband has only got half of 
this!"

	"Feels like you are right. Oh, my God, this is great!"

	By now Linda was panting as if she was hyperventilating. When my hand hit 
her cunt I let go of Peter's cock, and he pressed it the rest of the way in, 
by himself.

	"Peter, do it just the way you did it to me - don't move at all. Let her 
feel it!"

	I enjoyed the smug smile on his lips, and Linda's eyes were really a sight. 
She opened them wider and wider, and her mouth hung wide open with a stupid 
grin. I knew exactly what she was feeling, and she must have been in heaven. 
  Suddenly she let out a deep groan.

	"Oooohhhh. He's growing. Ggrrrrrrrrr. Oh, my God, he's stretching me more 
and more. It's the wildest ever ! !  My God, Gerd, I'm sooooo close to 
coming - I'm so close. Eeeeeoooooowwwww, I'm coming, I'm coming."

	She let out a deafening wail, and her whole body was raked by cramps. Her 
eyes were tightly shut by now, and she had pulled her lips back from her 
teeth like a predator ready for attack. She was panting  like a mile-runner, 
and she humped her sticky cunt against Peter's pubic bone.

	"Go on, go on, fuck me, you bastard, I'm coming all the time. FUCK ME ! 
Move that monster in me! Oooohhhhhhhh.  Aaaahhhhhh. My God, I don't think 
I'll ever be able to feel Benny's cock any more. Peter, you split me. 
Ooohhhh, I'm coming again."

	By now Peter was driving real hard into her, and she was on cloud nine. I 
doubt she ever stopped coming. I could not help myself, I leaned over and 
suckled on to her right tit, while my right hand slid in between them. I 
could feel her belly-muscles cramp and relax, cramp and relax, and my own 
cunt was burning again with the brand new feeling of touching and sucking 
another woman. I had never done that before.

	Linda opened her eyes and looked into mine:

	"I have never, ever been so horny, not even close."

	"Me neither."

	"Can I touch your pussy?"

	"Sure." I lifted my right leg and I felt Linda's hand move down to my 
belly, and then she sneaked two fingers up to press against my dripping 
gash. There is no other word for the cunt she found, a gash, a dripping 
hole. Her touch was absolutely electric. I felt like her own orgasms ran 
like a current through her arm to her fingers, and suddenly I exploded in a 
wild orgasm myself.

	"This is great, girls. I'm getting closer and closer. I think I'm going to 
spurt into you, Linda, in a very short while."

	The devil hit on me with something I had read somewhere, but never allowed 
my prim and proper self do: I pulled out my arm from between Linda and 
Peter, and a second later I pressed my middle finger into Peter's arse, all 
the way up to my knuckles.  Peter roared like a bull, and while he was 
roaring and grunting,  he exploded in Linda. I knew from last night the 
divine feeling she was having, as he emptied his big load in her plugged up 
cunt. Not a drop of it could spill out, and I knew she was feeling even more 
pumped up. And she did exactly like I did: She came yet another time. 
Babbling incoherent words, groaning and screaming she felt her cunt spasm  
round Peter's fat cock. She had stopped working her fingers in my cunt, and 
now her spread out and raised legs fell like a dead weight, her left on the 
bed, her right across mine. Peter pulled out his cock with a loud plop, and 
a gush of sperm and cuntjuice dribbled out of Linda's battered cunt.

	She opened her eyes and looked at me with a dreamy smile on her lips.

	"I really owe you one for sharing this. My God, I was never fucked that 
good. Never, Peter." She raised her head a little and pressed a loving, hot 
kiss on my lips to make me tingle all over.

	"And you two were not even half bad," Peter smiled. "That was a first for 
me. And I tell you, it might very well be habit-forming."

	"You are absolutely right," I heard myself saying, and my new, horny 
caracter made me continue:

	"And now, that we know what we all like, you can have me any time you want 
to, when we get a chance at school."  I blushed wildly the second I had said 
it, but deep down I had to admit, that such was the transformation he had 
induced in me.

	"And if you two have a PTA-meeting, I'll come as well, even if my classes 
are not up."

	"Don't promise if you are not ready to deliver."

	"I'll be ready."

	"And me too."

	"But always together?"

	"Well," I said, "if you say goodnight now I think Linda and I will have to 
talk a little about that, and when we have decided we'll let you know 
tomorrow."

	Peter smiled at us both, and then he started to get up.

	"I'm sorry it's so late - a bit too late for another round - but it's a 
comfort to know that you are ready for a repetition closer to home."

	He kissed both of us, and in a few minutes he was dressed again, hugged us 
goodnight and left.

	Linda opened her arms, and I fell into her. With a sense of the wicked I 
enjoyed her round and comfortable body for a little while.

	"Nothing is going to be the same after this night;" she whispered.

	"I'm happy I have tomorrow to recuperate. I'd hate to explain this open and 
loose cunt to my husband."

	Linda giggled. "I've better start doing pinching exercises, if I'm ever 
going to feel Christian's little pecker."

	"The difference when I get home to Claus is going to be something."

	"Have you ever touched another woman?", she whispered.

	"No, never."

	"Did you like it?"

	"Oh, yes, I certainly did.  Did you?"

	"It was wonderful. Do you think we dare to sleep together tonight? I mean, 
if somebody should see me leave here in the morning, I'll just say I had to 
borrow a hairbrush, or something."

	"I'd love for us to sleep together. But I just have to feel your cunt like 
it is right now."  I slipped my hand down. Her shaved lips and trimmed bush 
were soaked in juices. Her own and Peter's. It was such a delicious feeling 
and such a wicked tingling in my mind.

	"Before we fall asleep, can I ask a nasty favour?"

	"You can ask, and I'll tell."

	"I don't know if I dare, but I have to ask. The one of us who wakes up 
first. Can we promise that she'll wake up the other one with kisses and 
touches.?"

	"Right now I'd love to."

	"And in the morning?"

	"If it's me I think I'll do it. If it wasn't so late I think I'd love to 
taste your cunt right now."

	"That's it. I'm sure I'll do the same."

	I snuggled up to her, raised my head to kiss her one last time and said:

	"Good night. Have a nice rest."

	"Good night. And thank you for the best fuck I ever had."

	A minute later our exhaustion had the better of us, and we were fast 
asleep.

----------------------------

	Once again I'll skip big parts of what happened, just to get this story 
finished. I can hear Claus snoring in the bedroom.

	Sunday morning Linda and I had a vicious lick out, and we made each other 
come a couple of times.

	I was back home around 8 o'clock, horny as hell, but trying to keep up the 
mask of the proper wife I have always been. I only succeeded for a couple of 
hours.

	I'm afraid that tomorrow Claus will ask me why I was that horny when I got 
home. Guess I just have to tell him that I missed him so much - and then 
hope he will buy it.

..................................



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