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Small Town, Small Street, part four

CHAPTER SEVEN, number 13

	My next-door neighbour in number 13 was the only active fisherman left in 
our street. Not that Claus had all that fishing to do in the waters right 
outside our town, because the outlet of different phosphates and salts from 
agriculture consumed most of the oxygen in the waters, plus all the toxic 
wastes from Russia, Poland and Germany that were brought here by the Baltic. 
During the winters some of the fish returned, and Claus usually spent two or 
three months every winter here, but the rest of the year he did his fishing 
in the North Sea or parts of the Atlantic Ocean.

	I was rather well acquainted with my neighbours, I thought. Claus was a 
solid, amiable man in his mid fifties, whereas Jytte, in her early fifties, 
looked exactly what she was: A healthy fisherman's wife, not overly pretty, 
but with a lot of energetic charm and a bubbly sense of humour. I got to 
know a lot more about them, when an old friend moved to town. Johnny had 
inherited his mother's small house on the other side of town, but was 
contemplating to sell it, because he really didn't want to move away from 
his well-paid job in Esbjerg. Just before he sold the house, when he was 45 
years old, he was involved in a serious traffic accident, which left him 
crippled for life. As the house was fully paid for, he would be able to live 
a reasonable life on his insurance money from the accident, and the 
invalid's pension he was granted, so Johnny returned to his hometown in an 
ambulance. And that's when I learned a lot about Claus and Jytte, which I'd 
never have guessed.

	Johnny spent all his time either in bed or in a wheel chair. He needed a 
lot of help from the `home-aid' service, where Jytte was working, and Johnny 
became one of her clients. When I visited him, a month after he had moved 
in, he had a most interesting story to tell. About this helper who came 
every other day to give him a bath in his bed and help him with other 
chores. She was one of three nurses/helpers to visit him at least once a 
day, but Jytte was very special.

	"She had come here about eight times to wash me, when suddenly I got this 
terribly embarrassing hard on while she was cleaning my naked body. I told 
her I was sorry, but I couldn't help it."

	"Don't feel sorry," she said. "That is a nice compliment to pay to a lady. 
Only a pity you can't do much about it yourself, can you?"

	Johnny's hands were badly severed and of no practical use.

	"I could take care of it for you, if you'd like." Jytte had taken a firm 
hold of his cock, while she rinsed off the rest of the soap, at the same 
time making tiny, suggestive movements up and down. "That is, if you don't 
mind an elderly lady doing it."

	"You're damn well not elderly, Jytte, and it's because I think you are so 
sexy that this happens."

	"Well, if it's up to me, then......"  Without any further preliminaries 
Jytte lifted up her nurse's apron and her skirt, showing that she had no 
underwear underneath. She climbed the bed and lowered her furry cunt down 
onto Johnny's hard cock. "Aahhh," she groaned, "this is good, Johnny. Very 
good."

	She had just started the most delicate movements up and down, when she 
caught him trying to look under her skirt. "Oh, dear, do you really want to 
see what's going on?"

	"Aahh, that would be great," Johnny groaned.

	"Do you expect any other visitors this morning?"

	"No, you are the only one."

	"OK, then." With a big smile Jytte started to unbutton her clothes. "I'll 
treat you to a strip-tease, de luxe. I'm going to hold on to your cock with 
my pussy, while I undress."

	What followed could only be described as the horniest sight Johnny had ever 
seen. Gradually Jytte bared her body, a little bit at a time, while she 
continued to massage his throbbing cock with her pussy. Finally she was all 
naked herself, and Johnny was treated to a wonderful sight. She was a solid 
woman, meaning she had wide hips, wide shoulders, strong arms and thighs, 
but not many ounces of fat on that solid frame. Her breasts were round and 
sat high on her chest, and her nipples were small, rosy and very hard by 
now. Her pussy was dripping plenty of juice down on his hair and his balls. 
"MMmmm, did you enjoy my strip-tease?"

	"You bet. The best ever. I never saw such a lovely body being exposed, 
while a wet, tingling cunt was wrapped around me. God, you look good, 
Jytte."

	"I feel rather good, too. I shall have to wash you once more, later." She 
laughed good-naturedly, and at the same time she took to fucking him for 
real. She would stretch her thighs slowly, so her wet pussy would slide 
deliciously slow on its way up around his cock, and then she would slam down 
hard on him, making his cock hit bottom every time. Pretty soon she was 
panting just as hard as Johnny was, and her cheeks and her chest took on a 
lovely rosy colour. "Ohoohhh, this is good," she moaned. "I know your hands 
don't look too good, but don't be shy about it. You are welcome to touch me, 
I don't mind." Johnny stretched out the two little stumps at the end of his 
wrists and caressed her high, firm tits, and later the soft skin on her 
belly. All the time Jytte was gradually increasing her speed and her 
moaning. "Oh, my God, Johnny, I'm going to come very soon. Come with me. I 
want you to spurt me full, I'm so hungry for your come in my belly. And 
don't worry, I can't have babies."

	She looked so gloriously good, and she felt even better. Her hair was 
flying round her head, and her rounded breasts quivered with every stroke. 
Johnny felt his orgasm rise in his body, and with an electric whisper he 
said: "I'm coming. God, I'm coming so good, Jytte. Aaaahhhhhh."

	His groans and the pumping of his cock was the last straw for Jytte. With a 
muffled scream she exploded on top of him. For a little while she just sat 
there, savouring the last contractions in her pussy, then she leaned 
forward, gave him a short kiss, and rolled off him. "See, I could do 
something about it, couldn't I?"

	"Wow, you certainly could. God, it was so great. Believe me, I had thought 
that I'd never try it again, after the accident."

	"Never say never, my boy. You might even get lucky and have a repeat 
performance some other day. You never know."

	"Part of the home-care service?"

	"Naughty boy. Only for a selected few. And only on the condition that you 
never tell. I'm a married woman, you know."

	Kindly, and just as matter-of-fact-ly as she used to, she cleaned him 
again, washed her pussy, gave him a peck on his cheek and left him to figure 
out what had happened to him.

	Of course Johnny swore me to eternal secrecy before he told me this story, 
and I must admit that I looked at my nice neighbour with quite different 
eyes. Over the next six months they got pretty close, and Johnny gradually 
got the picture of what she was doing. When menopause had passed, she found 
her libido turning into turbo-drive, and she was thinking, dreaming, and 
fantasizing 24/7 about cock. Small cocks, big cocks, young cocks, old cocks, 
and as she gradually became more and more dissatisfied with masturbation, 
she came to the only sensible conclusion: Time and time again her clients 
would get hard-ons, just like Johnny did, and it seemed such a pity to let 
them go to waste. About four years ago, when a new client sported a raving 
and exceptionally big boner, the temptation was too much, and she fucked him 
royally. From that day on she had lost her inhibitions, and although she 
certainly didn't fuck all her clients, she entertained quite a number of 
them, if she liked them. That was the best of her, Johnny felt. She was 
certainly not a `mercy-fuck'. She was one horny woman who didn't care, if a 
man was 40 or 65, as long as he was a nice guy and lusted for her, and she 
didn't care much about handicaps either, as she was so used to being around 
handicapped people all her life.

	I had still one shock coming up. One summer Monday I was relaxing in the 
shade of our garden when Jytte came to the fence with two beers. "Hi, 
neighbour, time for a cold one?" Of course I invited her into the garden, 
and for a little while it was just small talk about the street. Then she 
smiled at me:

	"I knew Johnny had a friend who visits him pretty often, but it was not 
until yesterday that I knew it was you. I recognised you in a picture he has 
on his wall."

	"Oh, yes. We were very close, right until he had finished his education and 
moved to Esbjerg."

	"Yes. I got the impression that you are very close. I also got the 
impression that he'd like very much to visit your place."

	"Sure, but it's such a lot of trouble for him, and very expensive, too."

	"It's not expensive at all. Don't you know he has 6 free ambulance 
transports a year? They'll bring him and take him back anywhere he wants. 
And if you're scared about taking care of him, you've got me right here."

	"God, would you really do that? I'm sure it would be such a boost to him. 
If I could rely on you to take care of things I cannot handle, I'd sure 
invite him. How would we go about it?"

	"First we find a Sunday where we are both free, then I book the ambulance 
next time I visit Johnny. Next Sunday is my weekend off, and you know that 
Claus is on the North Sea right now. How about next Sunday?"

	"That's a deal, then. God, Jytte, you are such a gem."

	"Yeah, sure, and I'm pretty as Marilyn Monroe, too.  I'll tell him tomorrow 
when I get to him."

	And so it came to be, that next Sunday we were three people on my terrace, 
and it was great fun. Johnny and I told Jytte about all the tricks we had 
played as teenagers, the girls we had dated, fishing trips, etc.. Jytte and 
I took turns helping Johnny with his food, and when it started raining in 
the early afternoon, we wheeled him into my living room to continue.

	"Listen, boys, I can feel that you two guys are so close, that Johnny no 
doubt has told you what we do on my visits."

	Johnny blushed profusely and stammered: "J-j-jytte, yes I have, b-b-but 
only `cause I'm so h-h-happy `bout it, and he's m-m-y best friend, and I 
t-t-trust him c'mpletely."

	"Take it easy, Johnny. I won't cut you off like I threatened to do. I just 
can't afford to become the talk of the town and lose my job."

	"And your husband."

	"Yeah. I know I said something about him, but there's no problem about him. 
Claus knows what I'm doing, and he doesn't mind as long as I don't neglect 
him. And I've got plenty to go round." She had that pearly, rippling 
laughter.

	Johnny had calmed down, when Jytte startled us again. "Is it true that you 
two guys dated the same girl?"

	"No. Not the same girl, the same girls!"

	"Cheeky you."

	"Sure. We even shared a couple of them, didn't we Johnny?"

	"Oh, yes. Great fun, too."

	Now it was Jytte's turn to become silenced. You could almost see the wheels 
turning in her head, and suddenly she blushed in the most unexpected way. 
"Then...eh...then....."

	"Then, what?"

	"Oh, all right. I'll never forgive myself, if I don't ask you. I have often 
dreamed of being shared, but I never had the opportunity. You guys wouldn't 
accept a come-on from this old lady, would you?"

	Like in our younger days Johnny was first. "Of course, Jytte. You know I'd 
do anything for you." He turned his head and looked at me: "We have tried it 
before, you know, even if it's a long time ago."

	Now my inner wheels were churning. "It would be hard for me to refuse any 
come-on from you, Jytte, and I certainly would like it, but I feel a bit 
awkward about the practical thing. What about Johnny and the wheelchair and 
all?"

	Jytte jumped out of her chair and with a catching smile she kissed Johnny 
first, and then me. "Wonderful. Never say never, and don't you fear the 
practicalities. Leave them to me, that's what I do for a living, then I'll 
leave the lovemaking to you two. I can hardly wait. Deal?"

	We were all enthusiastic, once the decision had been made, and I was 
surprised by the efficient way Jytte went about the preparations. Certainly 
no romantic hesitation or modest holding back. The folding sofa in my 
guestroom was opened into a comfortable double bed, Johnny was carried on to 
it, and Jytte undressed him. All of it done in Jytte's usual efficient and 
humorous way, with laughter, jokes and little kisses. But the minute Johnny 
was naked on the bed, Jytte changed her attitude completely.

	"You are going to undress me, aren't you? I've done my part up till now." 
Of course I undressed her, slowly, with a lot of caresses, and with her body 
turned towards Johnny so he could enjoy the sight. When she finally was 
naked I couldn't help admiring her. Johnny had described her to me, but she 
was much prettier than I had imagined. Big and strong, well formed, and her 
pale skin might have made many 30-year-old women envious. I kissed her neck 
from behind, and with my arms round her body I played with her tits and her 
tummy. Then I said: "Lie down beside Johnny, I'll be there in a second when 
I have undressed."

	Jytte stretched out beside Johnny, resting her head on her right arm, with 
her left arm draped over his chest. I certainly admired the fine curve of 
her hip while I undressed, and when I was naked I laid down behind her, 
enjoying the soft pressure of her arse against my abdomen. Her skin was 
lovely warm and dry, and as she felt my hard cock against her buttocks, a 
shiver ran through her. I pushed my right arm under her waist so I could 
gain access to her tummy and her cunt, and with my left hand I first lifted 
her arm down, to bring her hand in contact with Johnny's hard cock, and then 
I moved it up to caress her left breast. Her tiny nipples were wrinkled and 
contracted, and very hard. When I tried to push my right arm further down to 
get in touch with her cunt, she easily adjusted her position a little, so my 
right hand now was hovering at the opening.

	"Bend your arm, Johnny, so you can touch the other breast," I said. "I'm 
sure Jytte will like that."

	"Aaaa, you bet, I'll like that. This is so exciting."

	The abundant amount of juice seeping out of her cunt was proof of her last 
remark. God, she was wet. I could not move my right arm very much, but I 
managed to get my middle finger in contact with her clit, which quickly grew 
to a rather impressive size; at least it felt so. I tried to push my arm a 
little closer, and Jytte kindly facilitated me by lifting and twisting her 
hip a little. Now I could wedge that big clit between the tips of my index 
and middle finger, turning my movements into a genuine masturbation.

	"Oh, Heaven, this is too good to be true," she groaned. "Please stop, 
Anton, I don't want to come yet, and I will if you go on. Ooohhhh."

	Of course I stopped my movements, but I maintained the wedge around her 
clit for a while. Jytte was shivering like a teenager on her first date, and 
even though it was a warm evening, she had goosebumps on her arms. Suddenly 
she started moving, pushing us as if she wanted to sit up in the bed. 
"Please, I have a few images in my mind from my fantasies about this. Will 
you oblige?"

	She had reached a sitting position beside Johnny's chest, while I was 
almost pushed off the bed. "I want to feel a hard and horny cock in each 
hand. Is that OK?"

	"Of course," Johnny groaned. "Anything you want, say so, and we'll do it if 
we can. That is, if I can."

	I got up on my knees beside her. "Be my guest, lady, it's here for your 
pleasure."

	She closed her eyes and grabbed my cock, so now she was holding both of us. 
At the same time Johnny pushed his arm under her arse so she was sitting on 
it, and immediately she started little rocking motions with her hips, 
masturbating herself on his arm.

	"God, this is wild. You are so different. Ooohhh, I can hardly wait to feel 
them somewhere else." In sheer excitement she pushed up her shoulders, 
almost to her ears, and now her breathing had become hard and fast. "I can't 
wait much more. What'll we do first?"

	"Stop squeezing the life out of them, lady, and straddle Johnny. Then I'll 
guide him to your dripping cunt."

	"Oh, yes, it is a cunt, isn't it? I don't think it has been this hungry for 
years." She was standing on her knees, hovering over Johnny's hard pole, 
when I grabbed it in my right hand and aimed for her cunt.

	"Sit down, lady, your dream-chair is ready." Her deep sigh, when she sat 
down on him, and his long cock pressed hard against the bottom of her open 
cunt, was a very erotic sound. I moved over till I was standing on my knees 
behind her right side. With my left arm I held her shoulders, and my right 
hand found its way through her curly, wiry bush to her swollen and wet lips. 
For a short moment I played with her clit and her lips, which were, wrapped 
round Johnny's cock.

	"Lean back, Jytte. I want you to feel something you have never felt 
before." I supported her shoulders while she leaned back as far as she 
could, supporting herself on her hands. Then I moved over to kiss her belly, 
and then her thighs, and that's when she got the idea.

	"Oh, my God. You are going to suck my clit while Johnny is in me? Oooohhh. 
It's divine. You're right, I never tried this before. God, it's so good and 
wild. Oh, no, you make me come. I'm coming, I'm coming." Her scream was 
sheer ecstasy, and the sight of her belly rippling from the orgasm was 
wonderful. I tasted a wash of juice on my lips as her cunt contracted again 
and again round Johnny's cock. When her orgasm was dying down I lifted my 
head from her cunt, and helped her get up in a sitting position again.

	"Phew, Johnny, this was so great. Give me a second to come to my senses 
again. Then I'll fuck you for good, my boy."

	True to her words she fucked Johnny hard and good, while my hands were all 
over her body. The excitement was too much for Johnny, and he only lasted a 
few minutes. With a wild groan he pumped her full. Jytte laughed. "Ooohhh, 
was that good, Johnny? Can you do without my pussy for a little while, 
because I have this friend of yours. He's right here behind me, and now I 
want him to fuck me real good with his fat cock."

	She slipped off Johnny and lay down beside him with her legs spread. "And 
now you, Anton. God, this is luxury. Come on in and split me."

	To say I split her would be an exaggeration. She was utterly wet and 
slippery, with juice and come seeping out around my cock, which slid into 
her like a hot knife into butter. While I fucked her she reached out for 
Johnny's relaxed cock, and with a big smile she panted to me: "Anton, will 
you look at this old lady getting fucked, and making the other cock hard, so 
she can get fucked again the minute you're finished !  You can't imagine how 
good this is for me."

	I think we fucked for nearly two hours. Then we had to get dressed because 
the ambulance was coming to take Johnny back. Jytte stayed overnight. Not 
that we fucked any more, but we cuddled up comfortably on the double bed and 
did a lot of talking.


Over the next 8 months, up till the time I sold my house and went to 
Copenhagen, we repeated this meeting in my house a couple of times, and once 
Jytte invited me to come to Johnny's house in the morning, when she went 
there to give him his bath.

CHAPTER EIGHT.  The end.

I have told you the stories of the first 7 houses in Smallstreet, and there 
are only three more houses in the street, numbers 15, 17 and 19. The people 
in number 15 are old, and they may have a story to tell; only I don't know 
it. The story of number 17 is interesting all right, but not in the context 
of an erotic tale, and that leaves only number 19, nicknamed `The Castle' 
because of its size and the square turret, which in earlier days served as a 
lighthouse. The present day owners have had the house for the last 5 years, 
and there certainly is something fishy about them, only I haven't been able 
to get any information about them. They stick to themselves, wife and 
husband and three kids, and not one of the other people in the street has 
been inside the house. If some day I find out what is going on there, I 
shall write the story, but for now I shall have to end the tales of 
Smallstreet.

Like I said in the beginning: "These stories came about because some snotty 
snobs called `my' people provincial, boring, plastic etc.  Now, you tell me 
if your street is that much different, even if it is `small town' or 
`suburbia'. Perhaps the houses around you have their tales to be told.

THE END.











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