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Subject: Nancy and Chuck Make a New Life
Date: Tue, 07 Aug 2007 18:14:07 -0000
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Nancy and Chuck Make a New Life
Nancy was in her yard, weeding, by nine in the morning; trying to
finish one flower bed before the summer heat and humidity became
unbearable. She waved cheerfully to her next door neighbor, John, who
was doing some kind of outdoor chore too. "He's a funny old geezer,"
thought Nancy, "but he's kind of sweet, really. He sure knew how to get
my dishwasher running last week. Come to think of it, he always seems
to know how to do stuff around the house. And I'll say this for him,
he's in better shape than a lot of the young guys in the block."
By ten all Nancy's energy had been drained by the steamy heat, and she
went back into the house. She came out of the shower feeling cooler and
cleaner, and ready to finish the the weeding before noon. Naked, she
studied herself in the mirror: flat stomach, large firm breasts; at 44
she still looked good, if a bit drawn around the eyes and mouth. The
thought came to her at once, "I'm sorry Chuck, but an husband who's an
invalid can be a drain." On impulse, and thinking of the noon heat, she
pulled on just a pair of shorts and a loose, thin, sleeveless blouse.
"Hope I don't give John a heart attack if he sees my boobs through this
top," she giggled.
She walked through the garage, pushed the door control, and as the door
rose she was surprised to find John standing there. "Hi Nancy. Looks
like a you've got a wasp's nest, up by the garage light," he said
pleasantly. Nancy stepped back to look, and saw it at once. She also
saw John gazing thoughtfully at the clear outline of her breasts and
nipples behind the sheer top. She had a flash of regret for not putting
on something different. "Show me where your ladder is, and I'll take
care of it." Nancy walked back into the dim garage with John following
close behind. She stopped at the ladder and grabbed the side rails,
thinking to help John get it out.
John pressed against her, pinning her against the ladder, and put both
hands into the loose sleeve holes of her top, cupping one bare breast
in each hand. "Really, Nancy, you shouldn't let these two beauties
wander around loose." She tried to back up, but his weight held her in
place, and his fingers went to work on her nipples. "John, you stop
that right now," she said firmly, but John kept caressing her. "Just
let me feel you up for a minute or two, Nancy, where's the harm in
that? You are such a beauty."
She decided to just let him have his feel, and that would be the end of
it. He certainly wasn't hurting her; in fact the old goat knew a thing
or two about what he was doing. He continued to caress her breasts. To
her embarrassment her nipples had gotten hard and sensitive, and John's
tender pinches were getting her kind of horny. His breath was warm on
her ear, "Oh Nance, this is wonderful. You're wonderful. I really want
to kiss them, but we've probably gone far enough as it is. I just want
you to know how much this means to me." He removed his right hand from
her breast and guided Nancy's unresisting arm down to to the front of
his loose pants, where he molded her hand around the outline of his
now-erect cock. After a long moment he stepped back, breathed deeply,
and left the garage. Nancy, trembling, went back into the house, all
thoughts of gardening gone.
When Chuck, Nancy's husband, got home from physical therapy, he was
cheerful as usual, but he looked very tired. For the past year Chuck
had suffered from some mysterious neurological problem that drained his
energy and made him clumsy. His libido was very low, and he was
impotent as well. That was the worst of all, but Nancy hated herself
for thinking like that. She didn't know whether to tell Chuck what had
happened or not, so she said nothing.
That night, when they were settled in bed, she couldn't keep silent.
"Well, I got quite a feel up job from John this morning. It was so hot
that I didn't wear any underwear, and John had his hands on my boobs
before I knew it. I mean, he was inside my top, with one in each hand."
Chuck still sounded drowsy, "Damn, did he hurt you? Did he do anything
else?"
Nancy replied, "Oh no, he didn't hurt me. He did kind of pinch my
nipples though, and got them hard. OK, he did do one other thing...he
made me rub his hard penis through his pants for a minute."
To Nancy's surprise, Chuck sounded interested rather than outraged.
"Umm, I suppose you're going to tell me he's got a big one, right?"
Nancy didn't know what to say, but she answered, "Well, I'd have to say
'yes.' It seemed pretty darn big to me. Circumcised too; I could feel
the ridge on the head." Chuck couldn't stop himself, "So how long would
you say it was? Six inches? Seven?"
Nancy answered him truthfully, "No, I'd have to say around eight
inches, maybe even a little more. Sorry you asked?" She knew that she
was sorry he asked, because she had a quick vision of herself holding
that long hard cock in her hand without any pants in between.
Chuck was quiet, and Nancy thought he had fallen asleep. But then he
sounded wide awake, "Nancy, sweet, I know what your life has become,
with my problems and all. I'm sure that tomorrow John will want some
more of what he got today. Well, I think you ought to let him have
another good feel. In fact I think you ought to do whatever he wants.
Let him make the moves, and just go along with them. It sounds to me
like this is a great chance for you to have a nice big penis to enjoy.
Considering the shape I'm in, you deserve it. But I want you to do one
thing that may not be easy for you. I want you to tell me everything
that happens: what he did, what he made you do, what positions you two
used, and how you liked getting that big dick of his. Do you think you
can do that for me?"
Nancy's head was spinning at what Chuck had suggested, but she felt a
thrill of excitement as well, as she remembered the feel of John's big
cock in her hand. "OK, I...I'll do the best I can." When Chuck didn't
answer, she finally added, "Night, love."
* * * * * * *
The next afternoon, just before four o'clock, Chuck's HelpTran van let
him off in the driveway after another long session of physical therapy
and some lab tests as well. He came into the kitchen, fell into a
chair, and looking at Nancy, said, "Well? Well? What happened with
John?" His face was flushed and he was breathless.
Nancy, serene and smiling, came to him and ruffled his hair, as if he
were a little boy. "You were right about John. As soon as your van
pulled out of the driveway this morning he was at the back door, with a
gorgeous bouquet of roses from that precious garden of his. You
remember, all I was wearing this morning was a light housecoat. I
didn't even have time to get the roses into water before he peeled me
out of that. He sat me on his lap, right in that chair you're sitting
in, and started kissing and sucking my boobs, first one and then the
other. I'll be honest, I just sat there on his lap and enjoyed myself.
When he didn't have one of my nipples in his mouth he kept telling me
how beautiful I was, and what a great body I had, and how my lonely
times were over now."
"Before long he had his hand between my legs, touching and rubbing ever
so lightly, and I got so wet I was really embarrassed. But you told me
to let him lead, so that's what I did. My being wet like that sure
didn't bother him, because he laid me out right on the kitchen floor,
and put his head up between my thighs, and..." Nancy paused to catch
her breath; she too was flushed, then she continued, "It's weird to
just tell it like this, but yeah, he began to kiss and lick my...you
know, and when his tongue touched that special spot I just exploded. I
don't know what happened to me, I just kept having climax after
climax."
Nancy continued thoughtfully, "When I was about 16 I used to have a
kind of sex fantasy about stuff like that. You know, the knowing
stranger who played my body like a virtuoso. Of course, my boobs
weren't as big then, and the orgasm part was kind of hazy, but here I
was, naked on my kitchen floor, living the dream, as they say. So, now
you know what happened."
Chuck's voice was hoarse, "C'mon, that's not all; you know there's
more. Who was on top, you or him? What did that eight inches feel like
when he put it in you? How long was he good for? Five minutes? Half an
hour?"
Nancy replied in a weary voice, "OK, OK. But you may not like the next
part. Yes, after he made me cum that way, he pulled his pants off and
climbed on top of me, up between my legs. I could see that hard penis
ready to slide inside me, and I was very frightened, because it looked
enormous. I told him it was too big, I said I wanted it but I was
afraid, that I'm kind of small down there and I'd get hurt, blah, blah.
My voice was actually shaking. And you know what he did? He stopped and
rolled off me. But he wasn't through yet."
Chuck prompted her, "Are you telling me that he put it up your ass
instead?"
"No, not that" answered Nancy, "but he got me on my knees, held my
head, and put that thing...he made me suck that big thing. First an
inch or two, just the head, but as soon as I got used to that he pulled
me onto that monster and before long I was sucking on the whole damn
thing; the head was into my throat and I was choking and crying, and
he'd pull back so I could breathe, and then it was back into my throat
again. He kept telling me to lick it underneath while I sucked, and I
guess I did, because he started making funny growling noises. Then all
of a sudden he said we needed a break, so he pulled out, but he just
made me suck on his testicles instead. They were quite a mouthful too;
it was like trying to suck on two walnuts in a chamois bag."
"Anyway, he kept me on my knees for quite a while, sucking and kissing
and licking. I'm ashamed to tell you, but I really started to like it.
A nice big penis is such a joy, just to suck on. I even liked it when
he finally shot all that warm semen into my mouth and down my throat. I
had it running down my chin; I must have been quite a sight, because we
both started laughing. And now you know the whole story. So, where do
we go from here, Chuck?"
Chuck was covered with a sheen of sweat as he answered, "From here?
From here we're going to get cleaned up and head over to Le Chateau for
rack of lamb. We're going to celebrate--you sucked your first cock, a
nice big one at that, and I finally don't have to twist myself up in
knots worrying about how I've failed you in the sex department.
Tomorrow I have no doubt that John is going to give you the fucking of
your life; he won't be satisfied with a just a blow job. You'll be a
contented woman at last, and so I'll be contented and at peace too."
About a half hour later they left the house together, laughing, Chuck
in slacks and blazer, Nancy looking mighty sexy in her little black
dress. From his living room window John watched them go, and he smiled
warmly.