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A Love Story Ch. 01

By: SwedishCnady



Hi! Thanks for deciding to read this story and I'll hope you'll enjoy it. Let me just tell you that I'm from Slovenia, so my English isn't perfect, but I'd love to see feedback from you guys. Enjoy! xo♥

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Chocolate brown curls were gently falling down her bare shoulders, pearls were lightly pulling around her wrist and on the high heels she was standing in the edge of the full Victorian-styled room. Her short beige dress was dancing just above her knees in the warm summer wind, which was gently blowing through the double door, leading to a balcony under the starry night.

Drinking her cocktail and watching two boring people arguing about an uninteresting theme, she saw him. He was standing there, talking to a host of the party and looking almost as bored as she did. She couldn't take her eyes from him. Wearing white shirt, narrow black tie and a slim fit suit, he looked g o r g e o u s. He nodded to a man he was talking to and walked to the kitchen where she was standing. He took himself a glass of wine and turned around.

"Oh, hi," he smiled when he saw her. She could feel butterflies going through her but she forced herself to smile back and answer him. "Hey!" she said and smiled.

"Pretty boring, huh?" he said with a beautiful low voice.

"Yeah. I had to come with my parents," she nodded.

"Well, I live here," he said and flashed a perfect smile that made her head spin round and round.

"You live here? Really? So, that was your father? Ugh, sorry! I didn't know!"

"Hey, it's ok. It really is boring. Never mind," he told her with a wide smile on his beautiful face.

"My name's Jonas. What about you?"

She had to think for a moment, seduced by his gorgeous blue eyes.

"Uhmm, Kate," she said.

"Well, Kate, do you mind if I invite you for a dance?"

She blushed as he looked at her and she slightly nodded. He put his hand around her waist and took her to the dance floor. There was a beautiful waltz going on and she could feel his warm breath on her forehead as they were dancing very close to each other.

"I need some air," she mumbled to herself quietly, hoping he didn't hear her.

"Yeah, me too, it's pretty hot in here, don't you think? We can go out for a walk if you like to," he whispered into her ear and she was astonished by his beautiful voice again.

"Yes, sure! Let's go! I can't wait to get out of here," she laughed quietly.

She wanted to grab his hand so much, to put her lips on his neck and gently kiss him, to be hugged by his muscular arms, but he only lightly stroked her cheek, smiled and let her go. They quickly paced out of the villa and when they were out of everyone's sight, he grabbed her hand, turned to her and looked into her eyes.

As she was staring to his burning blue eyes, they suddenly seemed so familiar to her. She noticed her mouth fell open in a surprise, as she realized she knew him.

"Are you? Are you... Basshunter?" she asked excited.

"Haha, yeah, that's how they call me. But I prefer to be called Jonas. Jonas Erik Altberg," he said and laughed.

"Oh my god," she said with her mouth still opened. "I mean, it really is you. The one that sings romantic songs, the one who dates porn stars." The one that I always dreamt to meet and be kissed by, she thought and smiled to him.

"Wow, I really didn't like how the second part sounded," he said and laughed out loud. "I don't really date porn stars, I only date girls. Hot girls. Girls like you," he said, flashed a smile and looked deep into her eyes again.

Her heart started beating faster as she knew what that look was leading to. He gently stroked her cheek and she stepped onto her toes to reach his perfect face. She hugged him around his neck and he was slowly getting closer to her lips.

His lips gently touched hers and it was like a cotton candy touched her lips. So gentle, so soft, yet so good. She opened her mouth a tiny bit and he slipped his tongue through. The touch of their tongues made her feel like in heaven. She bit his lip gently and than their lips separated. She smiled to him and he hugged her now.

"You want me to show you around here?" he whispered in her ear.

She slightly nodded. He took off his suit jacket and put it around her bare shoulders as he noticed she was cold and he smiled.

"Oh, thank you! You're so sweet."

"You're welcome. So, let's go take a look around here," he said.

"But it's over the midnight. We can hardly see anything," she said and laughed.

"That's the point," he answered and winked.

They both laughed. He put his arm around her shoulders; she put hers around his waist and they walked into the dark night.

TO BE CONTINUED...

A Love Story Ch. 01-08



Part 1

Frankly speaking, he did not recall how and why. The where was still quite clear in his memory: some off the road lane, no lights, a few passing cars, on the outskirts of Geneva. 

“Can you please stop there?” she had asked, “I’ll lead the way, just follow”. And so they did, driving through the deserted streets of the city. 

It had been a long day in the office, attending preparatory meetings for some sort of international event. Why had agreed, it was not clear. What he had expected was not particularly obvious either. Some strange sensation, something erotic. 

But there they were, sitting in his second hand Peugeot, chatting about the office, staring at the headlights of cars that came their way. She had parked her little Renault behind his car. 

He was pretty nervous – reasons unknown : since who would expect him there and in the company that sat on the front seat next to him? 

He was a good listener, fortunately as she turned out to be quite a chatterbox outside the office. Inside, she was all prim, and mature, and running around with files and messages and memos, hammering away at her computer, pampering the boss who called her in every ten minutes or so. 

Mature, yes, he realised that she was something like nine years his senior. But still an attractive and nice smelling personality: a white skin with some freckles, reddish hair up to her shoulders, wearing sexy stockings, tight skirts which enveloped a prim but, high heels, and just enough gold and silverware without becoming vulgar. She was in the category “petite” with reasonably sized breasts, at least that was what he expected after having looked upon her blouse occasionally. He knew a bit about her private life, a husband, two sons, a dog and a cat. The usual.

And there they were. It was raining slightly. Passing traffic through a film of water. 

“Can you kiss me?” she suddenly asked. 

He woke up from his reveries. She was still blushing. 

“Kiss you?”. 

“Yes, I will get desperate if you do not…”. She looked at him, a mischievous, but sexy smile. 

Oh shit. “Why?” 

“Because I want you to…”. 

Slightly surprised he bent over and pecked her on the cheek.

“That’s not what I meant. I want you to kiss me properly…”. 

He moved over to her side of the car and kissed her softly on the mouth. Almost hungrily she opened her mouth and licked his lips, thrust her tongue, which was bigger than anticipated, in his mouth. 

She played with him, that was obvious, oh so clear. He felt her tongue darting in and out of his mouth and noticed that she started to breath somewhat heavily. The windows of the car became foggy; passing vehicles were difficult to identify. What if someone finds us here? What if someone kills us here on this deserted track? How would that be explained? 

“Thank you” she said when she pulled away, “that was just what I needed, don’t you?” 

Still somewhat in shock he mumbled a reply. 

It was getting hot in the car; and he could not help but feel an erection growing in his Kenzo pants (bought in a sale). 

“You taste nice, that’s for sure” he replied, as if he had been kissing a tube of toothpaste. 

She giggled. “My goodness, you Dutch are always so down to earth. Can’t you say anything nice?” 

He laughed and shook his head. “Not auf Befehl, you know. Not on command. I am slightly baffled; is this a rape?”. 

She nodded: “Almost! I wanted you to kiss me. And I wanted it very much…And I got what I wanted. Thanks”. 

“No thanks. And what’s next?”. 

She was silent for a while and stared through the window: darkness, bushes, trees, some lights glittering in the distant. “It felt good you know” she whispered, “really good…”. 

There was silence in the car. From the corner of his eyes he saw her move in her seat. 

“Do you mind if I lay down a bit? On your lap I mean?” 

He wondered how she would manage with the gearbox, but in no time her head was heavy in his lap. He shifted a bit in his seat, luckily he did not wear a seatbelt, to liberate his erection which was almost causing his dick stand up like a pole in a tent. Almost absent minded he caressed her hair; curly, some spray. He smelt her perfume and a smell he had not noticed before: musky, salty; he could not really place it, nor put 2 and 2 together. 

He felt her hand on his knee, stroking softly over the expensive fabric (something linen and silk). He felt her hand move to his dick; touching it. He was shocked. Really shocked: what had he got himself into this time? A colleague? Older? Married? But the sensation made him even harder. 

“Can I unzip you? Please!”. 

His contemplations apparently lasted too long as she pulled down the zipper carefully. Her hand went into his pants, his underwear and, with some difficulty, liberated his erect malehood. Proudly it was standing at full attention, a drop of precum at the top. He felt her fingers glide over the head; and realised that being circumcised did have some advantages. 

“It’s beautiful”, she whispered, playing with it carefully. With her index finger she slowly moved over the top, removing the drop of precum and to his amazement she licked it clean. 

“It’s big, you know” she said, “really big…”.

A sigh came from somewhere; and he realised that it was him who was making sound. He moved his buttocks to sit somewhat more comfortably, waiting for what would happen next.

“You mind if I kiss it?” 

Before he could reply, he felt her warm breath envelope his dick. Watching intensely, he saw her mouth open – for the first time aware that she was indeed wearing some orange-ish lipstick – and slowly taken him into her mouth. He sighed once more: pleasure, guilt, he had the impression that he was only thinking with his erection, all blood gone to it, his brains empty, floating. To his surprise she took almost his entire length into her mouth – he’d never measured it. She looked up. “It tastes nice, you know” she said with a smile. Abruptly she started sucking in earnest; the car was full of slurping noises. 

Staring in front of him, seeing nothing, he concentrated on the sensational blowjob that was administered to him. Not really the first one of his life, but certainly one of the better ones. My goodness, she was good at it. Her head bobbed up and down, he felt her earrings prickle on the naked skin. 

“There I am, sitting in suburban Geneva, on the dead-end road, getting the blowjob of my life, by a person more than nine years my senior. Who’s crazy?” A question with no answer. 

“You better be careful” he said softly. “If you continue much longer I am afraid that I will cum”. 

She stopped and looked at him, a strange glitter in her eyes: “Please do, I like a man cumming, please do not restrain, do not withhold – let it go.” 

She continued nevertheless; the sensation in his loins, in his balls, increased even further and with almost spastic movements he came. Strangely enough she kept her mouth glued to his dick; maybe a trickle of semen found its way down her chin. She stopped. Did she swallow as well, he wondered. 

Almost in response, she opened the window and spit the cum into the street. “Nice”, she said, “real nice. And a good taste too…”. She giggled, pulled up his zipper, barely missing the hair in his crotch (that would really have been something: to be caught with your public hair in the zipper…). 

“I have to go home now, it’s already late, have to cook, keep husband and kids happy you know.” 

With a tissue she carefully cleaned her mouth, applied new lipstick. “Maybe we can have lunch sometime this week?” she asked while putting all her things in her bag. 

He nodded, “Sure, lunch would be fine, just tell me”. 

“Ciao than” she said, gave him a kiss on the cheek, opened the door and left.

He heard her little car start behind him. Saw lights being turned on. She honked, flashed her lights, waved and roared away. He stayed behind in silence, looked at pants, as if something magical had happened. Saw her taillights disappear in the distance. Started his car and drove away slowly. Realised that he had hardly touched her, had not even seen her breasts. Sure, lunch, why not…. 

Part 2

Tuesday. Or was it Wednesday? She asked him to go for lunch, as was to be expected. 

“In the cafeteria?” he asked. 

“I’d rather not, too many known faces, everybody wondering why we are having lunch. No privacy. Let’s go somewhere. Go outside, get a sandwich, whatever”. He shrugged his shoulders. 

“Ok, what time?” 

They agreed to meet outside at 12.30. Amidst his colleagues he went down with the elevator; stepped into the bright sunlight outside. 

“Ciao” she said, waiting near the entrance, “Where are we going? And whose car will we take?” 

As usual, he did not have an answer ready. 

“Ok, mister, we will take your car – it is bigger than mine anyway, and we go to the Rue de La … for a sandwich, maybe some yoghurt or milk. And than we will find ourselves a nice parking lot to talk”. 

Frankly speaking, his mind was not too much set on talking. He was not even sure he had not dreamt the other day. 

So they bought milk, and sandwiches, tuna, mozzarella, and tiny things with yoghurt. They got back into the car. 

“Where to?” 

“Ok, let’s turn here somewhere and than to the end of the road, near where we were parked the other evening, remember?”. 

How could he forget. He drove carefully through the heavy lunch hour traffic until reached the area where they had stopped the other night. 

He got off the road into a small but secluded parking lot. Killed the engine and pulled the handbrake. They opened their lunch bags and ate, in silence. Cars roared in the distance. 

“Got a napkin?” he asked. 

She took a Kleenex from her purse. 

“Thanks”. He realised too late that he would be eating tuna all afternoon. 

“Great spot” he said, mainly to break the silence. 

“Mmmm.. And we are not the only ones”. 

He looked around; and yes indeed, loads of cars were parked side by side – where was he when he drove into this parking lot? Some cars had steamy windows, others just old newspapers stuck to the glass, others, well they seemed to care even less. A few cars were rocking steadily, one way or the other. A most awkward scenery. 

“What the hell do they think they are doing?” he asked with mock amazement and mock anger. 

“What do you think?” she responded, smiling rather shyly. 

“Well, if I had to guess, they are screwing, fucking their brains out. Almost in public. That’s what…” 

“You are never allowed to guess. Do you mind giving me a kiss?”

Softly he nibbled her lips, tasted her lipsticks, kissed her neck, licked her ears. She was sighing softly. The gearbox was poking somewhere where it should not; irritating. He kissed her on the mouth again, licked her teeth, played with her tongue. Tiny electric sparkles. 

He fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, realising too late that it was a women’s shirt, with buttons on the wrong side. Finally he managed, one by one, ever so slowly. He saw her skin; white as marble. An even whiter bra, with, lucky him, the clips up front. He fondled her breasts, felt her nipples harden through the fabric. He breasts were small, but firm, and felt nice in his hand. Through the cotton, or was it silk or just something artificial?, he took her nipples in between his fingers and squeezed them. 

He looked at her face; slightly flushed; red spots in her neck. She had her eyes closed and was breathing more rapidly. Carefully he opened her bra, which slid down to her waist. He bent – cursing the gearbox once again – and kissed her breasts; left, right, leaving behind a tiny trail of saliva, which made her shiver. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked, licked, bit softly. She put an arm around his head and pulled him closer. Sucking one breast, playing with the other. Was this lunch or was this heaven?

“You mind?” he asked, and pulled up her skirt. With his left hand he slowly caressed her nyloned legs. Moved higher. 

Almost unnoticed she spread her legs to allow his hand to touch her thighs; than higher in between her legs. A warm spot. She squeezed his hand with her legs. Scared to ruin the stockings he slowly pulled them down, first from her belly, than one leg, than the other. Felt her skin; warm, and soft. She was wearing a white slip; a bit oversized he had the impression, not the most sexy one for sure. Ah well, she was a mature person, not a 20 year old, and the slip was probably for her age group. He smelt a smell that was obviously related to sex. 

Looking, he saw the outlines of her vulva, her cuntlips in the material of the slip. A wet spot which seemed to get larger quickly. He moved the slip to the side and admired her vagina. The same colour of hair as on the head; nothing artificial. With his index finger he touched her there. 

She shivered and almost whined. He touched her lips; moved in circles to find her clitoris; which was not too difficult as it was standing out, almost like a little soldier. Red, sensitive. He rubbed it slowly, than entered her cunt with a finger. She was wet all right, no artificial lubrification needed in her case – without any effort he could push his finger inside. Than another. Again she squeezed his hand with her legs. Pushed his hand as if to say hurry, just go. 

“Yesss” he suddenly heard, “ Yess, just fuck me with your fingers, just fuck me with those long, strong fingers…”. 

Obviously, under these circumstances: her wish was his command. Frantically he moved is fingers in and out; with the other hand he continued to massage her tits. The velocity of her breathing increased even further and after a short while he felt her spasm, heard her almost scream, he had the impression that his hand was squeezed by a pair of pliers. 

“I am cumming” she panted, “Cumming… Oh, shit, it feels so nice.. Yes, keep it there, keep it there, don’t move, don’t move…”. 

Her body convulsed; the flush in her face had even increased. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead; in between her breasts. He licked the salty sweat away. Finally he saw her come out of it – almost like an epileptic attack. She opened her eyes and stared at him. 

“Where did you learn to do that?” she asked with a smile. “Where were you 15 years ago? We certainly could have had some fun”. 

He wondered too, but realised that 15 years ago he was still somewhere in the fifth grade of secondary school.

He sat straight again and watched her get dressed properly again. Prim, almost. A housewife. A co-worker. Married with children. He smelled his hands; they smelled of her. He still felt the erection in his pants; felt the wet spot in his pants. 

When he saw what time it was on the clock in his car, he almost fainted. All lust and interest in sex and fornication gone. They had been here more than an hour; lunch break was over, more than over. 

“We’d better go, and go fast” he said, “ They’ll be wondering where we are. Where you are”. 

As a response. she just bent over, kissed him on the lips, took his hand in hers and put it to her mouth. As if she was eating an ice cream, she licked her own cum from his fingers. 

“You have nice strong fingers” she said, “I like your fingers…”. 

No longer was he in a romantic mood; the office called and nervously he started the engine. 

“Why the rush, lover boy? Why the rush?” she giggled. She put her hands in between his legs and touched the spot where his penis had been. “Nothing for you this time?” 

He shook his head, watched around and drove carefully in between the swaying cars. “No time, maybe another time?” 

“Sure” she said, “sure, any time, any time”. 

The only time he wondered about was the time he would be in the office.

Part 3

The occasional lunches continued, sometimes once a week, sometimes twice. Sometimes they used his car, sometimes hers, a tiny Renault, in which blowjobs, finger fucking, necking, or whatever they ended up doing, became almost physical exercises. Sometimes he would make her come, sometimes vice versa, sometimes they both came. Her stock of Kleenex seemed inexhaustible. 

Sometimes he would come in her mouth – and comme de l’habitude, she would just open the window and waste his semen in the gutter. Sometimes he would come into her hand – which she would wipe with a Kleenex and clean with her lips. He discovered that she not only liked her cunt to play with but also her little butthole. Using two fingers he managed, after some practice, to manipulate both her clitoris and her ass, which appeared very sensitive. The power with which she came seemed even more intense. But intercourse – no way; that was still terra incognita. 

One afternoon, it was close to Christmas, they had decided to go to a hotel. Rent a room, just for the odd hour or so, and try IT: proper sex in a proper bed instead of breaking their backs in cars. 

They met, as usual, somewhere outside the office building, bought lunch on the road to the hotel: a shabby place, along the highway. Inside the hotel, they asked for a room. But when a fat lady, with too much make up, dressed like a gypsy, asked for their ID’s – there was just silence. She had her driving license; he only carried his identity card from the office – with in big letters an indication that the little plastic card was not valid outside the office premises. 

“I am sorry” the fat lady barked, “but since you have no proper means of identification, I am sorry, but in this case I cannot let you a room”. 

She closed the ledger that she had in front of her with a slam of her big, fat hand; bright nails, too many and too flashy golden rings. “Really sorry, but I just cannot – it would give me problems with the Police”. 

He felt absolutely ridiculous; pathetic; frustrated. 

They left the building rather timidly. 

“We really fucked up, didn’t we?” he asked. 

“Yes, obviously.. How could you? Why didn’t you bring your passport?” she asked, “I was looking forward to it so much.. And now what?” 

They went back to the car – her car to be more precise: a maroon red little vehicle. Sitting in the front seat alone was enough to give him cramps in his knees.

She drove away rather abruptly; taking corners too fast – almost burning rubber when she accelerated. Going further and further away from the city. 

“Where are we going?” he asked. 

“Somewhere secluded. Where there is absolutely no one. God knows where – but actually I do not give a shit, as long as we are alone” she replied. 

Suddenly she turned somewhere right; a small lane, no tarmac, just mud, shrubs, a few old trees, that passed along an empty field with crows. They passed a car, and than another one, parked along the track. Abruptly she stopped the car and parked it in what almost seemed like a small parking lot – an empty space, a big tree with no leaves. Plastic wrappers; newspapers. 

“Not particularly a romantic scenery” he observed. 

“Who cares? No one comes here, we have some privacy. And now you can finally fuck me”.

She was really quick that day: unzipped her skirt, pulled down her panties and her underwear, unbuttoned her blouse, and opened her bra. It was cold in the car and her nipples stood out. 

“Take off your pants” she said, rubbing her arms which were covered with goose pimples. 

Obligingly he unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper, pushed up a bit, and pulled down his pants. His dick was already hard and a small wet spot had developed on his slip. 

“Those too, you silly” she said with a smile. 

He pulled down his underwear. 

“How about your tie? And shirt?” 

He laughed; a stupid grin; and took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. 

“That’s better, a lot better. Now be careful, I am going to climb on top of you. Just sit still.” 

With difficulty she moved away from the driver’s seat and crawled in his lap. He felt her wetness on his belly. Felt the tiny hairs that surrounded her vagina tickle. 




A Love Story Ch. 01-08



“Now just hold on. I am going to try and sit on your dick” she said. 

Oh, it was so easy: her wetness and his hardness – without any effort he felt himself enter her. Filling her. 

“Oh, my god, this really feels good.. Can you feel it?” she asked, breathing hard. 

He simply nodded, focusing himself on trying not too cum immediately. 

“This feels so nice.. After all this time.. Wonderful”. She kissed him on the lips and pressed her breasts against him. “Just hold me like this for a while. Let me get adjusted to having you inside me.. Just sit still, I’ll do the work”. 

He put his arms around her; squeezed her butt. Tried to kiss her breasts but failed as it caused an enormous pain in his neck. 

“Just top all this fumbling silly. Relax…”. 

He felt her move her cunt muscles around his cock; as if she was milking him. 

“Feel it?” she asked. “Yes.. Strange .. “. “Just hold my breasts” she said, “you may squeeze the nipples but be careful, they are extremely sensitive today..”. 

He looked down and saw her nipples: almost bright red; hard; standing out. 

“God you look sexy like this” he said softly. 

She moved back and forth in his lap; increasing her pace. Her body felt warm and soft. Despite the cold, small beads of sweat appeared in between her breasts and on her back. They tasted salty. 

Although he concentrated on not coming, he realised quickly that he could not hold out too long. The sensation was just too great to be able to resist; his usual stamina failed him.

“Oh shit” he whispered, “I think I am cumming….”. 

“No, no” she pleaded, “please not yet.. I am not there.. Please don’t.. Please!”. 

Despite her request he came – rather forcefully. He felt himself shoot inside her; emptying his balls would have been appropriate expression. “You came!” she exclaimed, 

“You came – I could feel it! I could feel it!” 

Despite her disappointment she seemed almost pleased to feel his sperm inside her. 

“And so much!” 

He felt the semen leaving her cunt. Warm drops dropping in his crotch, which rapidly became cold. 

“Just stay there” she said, “And I will try to cum like this.. Even though it is soft”. 

She rocked again in his lap, trying with all her might to rub her clit somewhere against his body. Trying, in vain, to keep his limping dick inside her. 

He felt his dick soften. With a small “plop” it came out and a gush of semen ended up in his lap, on the seat of the car, on his pants on the floor. He realised that she would have to clean the vehicle to avoid that her husband would discover the somewhat awkward stains. Carefully he put a finger up her cunt, followed by another. It felt warm and wet and pulling them out again, they were covered with his juices and hers. 

“Can I lick them?” she asked sensuously. 

He smiled and brought his hand to her mouth. Almost hungrily she took his fingers into her mouth and sucked them. Still sitting in his lap, she rubbed her clit with her right hand and touched her breasts with the left one. He sat in silence and watched, saw her work up to her climax, shiver, her eyes closed, her body convulsing. He held her carefully and kissed her softly. 

Suddenly, for now apparent reason, he laughed. 

“What are you thinking of?” she asked. 

“Nothing. Just that you will have to clean the car. And do it pronto” he responded. 

“Ever so practical and unromantic. Jesus, is that all you can think of at this moment?”. 

He merely nodded. Practical and unromantic – that would be a proper description. When they arrived near the office, again far too late, but who cared, it was almost Christmas anyway, he saw the mud stains on the outside of her car. She’d better clean that part as well, he thought with a mischievous grin.

Part 4

“You know” she said, holding his dick in her hand, a trail of saliva and precum in the corner of her mouth, “you could come to the house tomorrow. There’s no one there, my husband is abroad, the kids are at school”. 

Before he could reply, she continued her blowjob. 

“Ehh” he mumbled, “are you sure?” 

“Of course I am sure. There is no one and we have the entire house to ourselves. Even better than a hotel. And you do not need your passport. What do you think?” 

He contemplated. 

“And what kind of excuse do you think I should come up with?” 

“Oh, come on (really she shouldn’t talk, it just distracted him too much) I am sure that you can find a reason. Shopping maybe? Or you could go cycling or whatever…”. (Luckily she continued her blowjob.) 

“Ok, tomorrow, fine, well, what about 10 o’clock”. 

“Good (not again…), I’ll have the coffee ready…”.

So there he went. On his brand new mountain bike with too many gears. Wearing a carbon helmet for just in case some fool would drive him off the road. It was rather cold and windy. But, determined to have a proper lay he peddled along: up one hill, down another. Cars and buses passed him at close range, splattered him with mud. 

He luckily managed to find her house address rather easily. Completely frozen he rang the doorbell, afraid that, surprise! surprise! one of the family members would open the door. But no – fortunately: she opened and welcomed him inside. 

“So there you are! Cold? Come inside. Leave the bike in the garden…”. She closed the door behind him, flung her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the mouth. 

“Welcome.. I am still cleaning the place, but have a seat in the living room.. I’ll make some coffee.” 

He looked around in the living; examined the family pictures on top of the television; the book collection; the CD’s; the videos. He heard her mess around in the kitchen; tap running; coffee machine. 

He walked into the kitchen and saw her clean a few cups, her back towards him. Softly he approached her, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her in the neck. 

“You scared me” she said with a sigh, “but it feels nice!” 

He bit her softly in the ear and grabbed her tits through the bright green sweatshirt she was wearing. 

“You are not wearing a bra” he said with a husky voice, and pinched her nipples. 

“No, I am not… I knew you were coming…”. She turned around in his arms and looked at him, expectantly.

“Don’t turn around please” he said, “just stand there and pretend that you are doing the dishes. Or whatever”. 

She bent over the sink again and turned on the tap. 

“Like this?” 

“Fine, that’ll be fine. Just don’t move away..”. 

He pulled up her sweater and started kissing her back; his hands playing with her breasts. “Just fine…”. With his tongue he drew lines of saliva on her backbone. She shivered and giggled. He got hold of the waistband of her trousers, baggy ones, normally used for something sporty and slowly pulled her trousers down. 

“What are you doing?” she asked mockingly, “is this some kind of rape?” 

He just laughed in response. “Lift your right foot… Yeah, fine.. Now the other”. He undressed her and threw the pants on the kitchen table. 

She was still standing near the window, looking outside, showing her backside to him. He bent through his knees and caressed her buttocks, still hidden by some old-fashioned lingerie. He smelt her, pushing his nose against the fabric. 

Rapidly he pulled down the piece of underwear and dropped it on the floor. She stood in front of him: butt naked, with lines in her back and legs where the slip’s elastic had been. With his cold hands he grabbed her bottom; kissed it – she shivered even more. He licked her buttocks, kissed them softly. With both hands he spread them and peeked at her pink arsehole. Breathing hard he pressed his mouth against it; licked it, tasting her.. He pushed his tongue inside. Went lower and licked the spot in between her cunt and her asshole. Took her clitoris in his mouth and bit softly; chewed on her lips, holding them tenderly in between his lips. 

She mumbled something but he could not hear her properly. He felt her hand pressing against his head; as an invitation to continue. His face was full of her juices. he wondered what someone would see when looking through the window…

She bent forward and put her ass more in the air. On his knees now he continued to lick her arsehole. She wiggled her bottom; breathing heavily. 

“Please, go on.. It feels so nice.. Your tongue up my butt… Shit, you could make me cum with your mouth”. 

“That’s what I was hoping for” he replied, “just wait and see …”. 

He felt in his erection press against the cycling trousers, wetting the special material that was inside. Looking down he saw a small tent in his pants. Than he concentrated fully on her ass again. Using his tongue as a drill, penetrating her ass. He saw that she was carefully rubbing her clitoris herself; the other hand was still pretending to do the dishes. Their fingers met when he carefully entered her ass with his index finger. He saw beads of sweat on her buttocks. If he was not careful he would cum there and than himself, without even being touched. A life wet dream… 

Suddenly he felt her tighten, strain her muscles, stretch her back. 

“Oh God, I am cumming… I am cumming” she shouted. 

He was frightened that the neighbours would hear her and tried to calm her. To no avail. Almost whining she came, full force, shaking her ass and almost squeezing off his finger. 

After a while she turned around, facing him. “Coffee?” 

He felt rather frustrated and shook his head. 

“No, just stand where you stood before. Look out of the window. Just look at the neighbours washing their cars or walking their dogs…”. 

She turned around again, rather clumsily, her feet stuck in her pants and underware, and he pulled down his cycling pants. He softly pressed her down on the sink, ass in the air, and without any warning, without any major foreplay, entered her rather abruptly and forcefully from behind. 

“Doggy style” he grunted as he pressed his hips against her behind. Slowly he moved in and out. 

“You certainly do not need any lubrification” he spoke, breathing heavily. He was so aroused that he came, again, rather quickly. He felt relieved, not satisfied, as he saw a trickle of sperm find its way down her thighs. 

“Now I would not mind a coffee.. Two sugar please”. He smacked her on the ass and got dressed again – ready for another 10 kilometres in the hilly terrain that surrounded her house. 

Part 5

He had to be careful. People could be asking questions about his too regular cycling. Suddenly into fitness. He would leave the house in the morning, cycle one hill up and another down to arrive at her neat little house, somewhere in Suburbia. Fully dressed, almost pro-like, including funny shoes on which he could barely walk. Including tight fitting pants with a piece of leather sewn inside. 

But she found it rather sexy looking as one could see the shape of his ass, balls and penis rather clearly. She loved to play with his dick and see it stand out behind the fabric. It had become almost a ritual. 

She would open the door, he would enter, take off his helmet, his gloves, and hand around in the living for a while. She would pretend to make coffee and he would start looking for her in the kitchen. 

There was also little variation in the cloths she would be wearing. Generally something baggy, loose fitting, the opposite of the prim cloths she would be wearing in the office. Bras seemed almost a taboo on Saturday’s; this became also the case with respect to underwear; soon after his first visit she would not be wearing any and simply taking down her trousers would be enough to have a perfect view of her perfect ass.

That day, there was a change to the habitual scheme. Rather than disappearing into the kitchen, she walked with him into the living room. The blinds were still down; a lamp turned on. 

“Come and sit next to me.. “ she said when sitting down on the couch, “I have something to show you..”. 

Bruises from their last meeting in the car? Swiftly she took of her pants. 

“Look!” she said with a broad smile. 

He looked – who could ever decline such a request. “Nice!” he said. 

“Oh stupid, just have a close look.. Something has changed.. you know”. 

He looked down at her legs, her crotch. And than he noticed: everything was so visible, so.. out in the open. her cuntlips were bright and almost shining: she had shaved! All her public hair had gone? 

“Yeah, you noticed it all right” she said with a giggle, “I shaved.. You like it?” 

Still somewhat dumb folded he just nodded in silence. 

“Well, say something.. “. 

“It’s great” he stumbled hesitantly, “Just fine…”. 

“So what are you waiting for?” 

He got the message and sat in front of her on the floor. He spread her legs as wide as he could; her feet were virtually touching the funny looking wallpaper behind her. He blew a kiss on the spots where hairs had grown – once. Put his mouth to her cunt and licked her softly. 

“The taste his good.. really good, and I don’t get any funny hairs in my mouth” he spoke after a while. 

“My God, is that all you can say? How utterly unromantic you are.. Must be a national characteristic.. I shave, and you have no idea how scared I was to cut myself, and the only thing you can think of is hair in your mouth”. 

He laughed in response and continued his kissing, lapping her cunt as if he was a dog. He looked up and saw that she had closed her eyes. Frowned slightly, concentrating on the pleasure that he, rather obviously, seemed to cause. With his hands he opened her lips; her clitoris was protruding, almost erect, sensitive. He touched it with his tongue and she almost convulsed. 

“Be careful, be careful, it is so sensitive..” she whispered in a husky voice. “Yeah, that’s fine… Oh my god, it feels so wonderful… I wished it could last for ever…”. 

He stopped briefly. “That would give me cramps in my tongue. For sure..” he responded.

He saw her caressing her breasts through her sweatshirt. Lying backwards, eyes closed, a blush on her cheeks. She was chewing her lips. 

He sucked hard on her cuntlips, took her clitoris into his mouth. She was incredibly wet. Her juices were running down his chin. He felt her hands press against the back of his head; as if she was urging him to continue and to do it fast. He entered her with a finger of his right hand; it went in easily. He tried another finger, which went smooth as well. He moved them and out while playing with her clitoris with his lips, drawing small, imaginary circles. 

“My goodness” he whispered, “you are just incredibly wet down here”. 

“Shut up, just continue, I, I am almost there, almost there..”. 

He pulled out one of his fingers and used it to play with her ass. He applied a little pressure and in it went. He now had one finger up her cunt; the other had disappeared almost entirely in her ass. With rapid and forceful movements of his hand and wrist he moved both fingers at increasing speed. He felt her tighten inside, the inside of her vagina like a glove enveloping his finger. 

Suddenly she almost shrieked. “Yes.. Oh yes, here it comes.. I am cumming.. I am cumming…”. She shivered, bent forward, and pushed his hand against her vulva so that his fingers went even deeper. She held them there, tightly, and pressed with her thighs. 


After a while, the convulsions stopped. Beads of sweat on her forehead and on her belly. Large spots of sweat under the arms of her sweat shirt. She stared at him with a big grin. 

“Thank you. That was really wonderful”. 

“My pleasure. My pleasure! No problem” 

He did not feel particularly relieved. His erection was still enormous. He tasted her still, but felt rather frustrated that after all his efforts she was the only one who had cum. And rather forcefully so. While he, he was still on his knees, wearing his cycling pants. 

“Come, sit next to me” she said and patted on the sofa, “it’s your turn”. 

Before he could sit down she had pulled down his pants. Butt naked he sat on the sofa. 

“I want you to fuck my mouth” she said, “just like you made me come by fellatio, I want you to come into my mouth this time. I adore the taste of your cum…”. 

With one hand she guided his prick into her mouth and started sucking, with the other she played softly with his balls. 

“Come on lover, just fuck my mouth… Just DO it!”. 

She sucked him while covering her teeth with her lips. He moved his hips in a steady rhythm, saw his penis disappear into her open mouth. He groaned. He felt her nose against his belly and realised that she must have swallowed his entire length. 

She had closed her eyes. He felt her play with his balls and than felt a finger move slowly, teasingly to his ass. He saw her remove the finger; it went to her vagina and came back covered with her own juices. Suddenly he felt her apply pressure against his butthole. Initially she seemed to encounter some difficulties but than slowly her felt her index finger enter him from behind. 

He was overwhelmed with a strange sensation. While fucking her mouth he was almost raped himself! 

He grabbed her head with both hands and thrust his penis forward. Without a sound he came, rather quickly and almost violently, emptying his balls somewhere in between her tonsils. 

She gagged but did not let his limp dick slip out of her mouth. She continued to suck and fingerfuck him in his ass. Reluctantly she let go when he pushed her slowly away. 

“Show me, show me that you have my cum in your mouth” he said with a husky voice. 

She looked at him, smiled and opened her mouth. With a finger she took out a bit of cum and showed it to him. 

“Good for the skin” she said, with some difficulty, and started rubbing the semen onto her face. She repeated the procedure and covered her entire face with his cum. Like a mask. Her cheeks, chin and forehead were glittering, the semen sticking to her like some sort of plaster. 

“Good for the skin” she said with a giggle and swallowed the remainder. “And, not to forget, protein…”. 

He had no idea that semen could cover both nutritional and beauty parlour needs.  

Part 6

They had tried it at her place: gone to the marital bed and make love on proper bed sheets, with proper pillows, and a rather unstable bed-side table with an old-fashioned lamp. It had been a complete failure. She could not really enjoy the sex in the place where she had made love to her husband, once, and where she had nurtured her kids, and had been sick with the flue. 

They had sat on the bed, naked, but her desire could not compete with the sense of shame that she had been feeling. Shame and inhibitions, which she felt when fucking in surroundings, which reminded her too much of her family. 

An environment with “dear mum” drawings of her kids “when they were younger”, pictures of long forgotten holidays, with smiling kids and a grumpy hubby staring into the camera, and a cupboard full of suits belonging to her husband. She had allowed him to cum in her mouth, and had even swallowed his entire load, but had declined any reciprocal acts from his side. 

Rather frustrated she had got dressed again, continued her household chores while he had left, rather abruptly, but without slamming doors, on his notorious mountain bike.

That had been during the weekend. The Monday thereafter they met again in the office. She had passed him a little note, asking him if he could, “please” stay after working hours. She had, she wrote, something important to discuss with him. In private. He had scribbled a note back, saying that he would hang around until their colleagues had left. He had plenty to do anyway, a few reports to comment on, a few letters to write. 

One after the other, the colleagues left the building. Cleaners replaced them to swiftly mob and clean the premises. He hammered away at the keyboard of his old computer when suddenly he felt some arms around his neck. 




A Love Story Ch. 01-08



“Working hard?” she asked. 

She smelled nice; some new sexy perfume. He wondered who had bought it for her. 

“Yes.. Since I had to wait anyway, better to make good use of the time..”. 

“I am glad that you waited” she spoke, “I wanted to have you for myself for a little while. I am really sorry about last Saturday, it really was a disaster, wasn’t it?”

He simply nodded in response. 

“Good for me, in a way, but, alas, not for you this time”. 

“No” she eagerly acknowledged, “no, not for me.. I had hoped we could compensate for this failure…”. “

What? Here in the office? 

Are you out of your mind?” 

“Come on, don’t exaggerate, in a while there’ll be no one in this place and we have the office to ourselves” she said with a mischievous grin. “Look, we’ll just go into my boss his office, close the door and nobody will disturb us..”. 

“Are you sure?” 

”Absolutely positive.. Trust me on that one!”. 

He just wondered whether he would be able to perform, knowing that probably any time any one could enter the office. 

He had little time to contemplate or to consider her offer. She grabbed his hand and almost dragged him away from the computer. 

“Don’t be such a drag… Don’t be so chicken shit scared” she said, “ it’ll be fun. Maybe the scare of being found out will make it even better”. 

They entered the office of her boss that was next to the place where she was always working. She closed the door behind them and swiftly locked all doors, which gave access to the office. 

She wrapped her arms around him, pulled him closer and kissed him hard on the mouth. She opened her lips and pressed her tongue against his. The tops of their tongues played with one another; he felt electrical sparkles go through his body, from his head downwards to his loins. And up again. He pulled her waist against his and pressed his hips against hers. Fully dressed they rubbed against each other; a sort of dry fucking. While they continued their passionate kissing, he lifted her skirt and with both hands caressed and massaged her bottom. It felt warm and soft. 

“That’s my boy” she whispered in his ear, “here and now.. that’s what I want”.

She pulled free from his embrace, lifted her skirt and took off her panties. 

“Look, I am already all wet, waiting for you” she said. 

She unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper of his fly and almost tore down his pants and underwear, freeing his erect penis. 

“See, you are not that afraid any longer, are you?’ 

“No, it’s ok, I think. I will just have to try and avoid any distraction…”. 

She sat on the desk of her boss and spread her legs. “Let’s try it this way” she said, “let’s see if you can enter and …” 

He approached her, his erection almost pointing at the ceiling, holding his dick in his hand. “Just spread your lips…You’re wet enough anyway it seems”. 

He pressed his cock against her vagina; it entered rapidly, encountering no resistance. 

“See, I am all ready for you.. All ready…” she spoke softly in his ear. 

She wrapped her legs around him; he lifted her slightly from the desk and entered her with force. She was breathless for a second but than simply smiled. 

Performing on the desk like that was not a great success. It rocked dangerously and he almost hit his balls one time against some pencil sharpener. 

“It’s too difficult!” he exclaimed after a while. “Let’s try another position.. Stand over the desk with your but to me.. Isn’t that called doggy style?” 

She unwrapped her legs, stood and bent over the desk as told, her ass pointing upwards. His dick was dripping with her juices and a considerable amount of pre cum. Secretly he wondered what they would do about the stains they caused by their lovemaking. The carpet was an ugly green, but spic and span.. 

They rocked in unison, increasing speed while their lust augmented. When almost slamming his tool inside her, he closed her mouth with one hand in order to prevent her from screaming. 

The sloppy noises that they were making during their copulation were considerable enough and he was really afraid that someone would come and look for them if, in addition, she would shriek that she was climaxing. With the other hand he slid into her blouse and played, a bit too roughly, with her tits. Looking through the window he saw the empty car park. A lonely guard wandering around, smoking a cigarette. 

Her moaning increased. She licked the fingers of the hand with which he covered her mouth. 

“Yes!” she hissed, “yes, that feels so good… I can feel you.. God! Don’t stop.. Please don’t stop…”. 

He leaned back a bit to have a look at her virgin ass. Saw his dick implanted in her cunt which was still bald and beautiful. He removed his hand from her blouse, spit on his index finger and slowly massaged her little butthole. 

Almost reluctantly her ass seemed to open, allowing him to enter her from behind. She whined a little through his fingers while he pressed his finger inside. Moving his hips and finger simultaneously he now attacked her from two sides. 

Her pleasure seemed to increase as the sounds she produced started to become uncontrollably noisy. Lying with her face on the desk, she was able to play with his heavy balls with one hand, while the other was rubbing frantically against her clitoris. The heaviness of the breathing increased and almost in unison they seemed to come. 

She slowed down the rubbing of her clit, finally ceasing altogether. She pushed herself up on the desk, forcing him to remove his penis and finger. His dick came out with a plop – and with a flood of semen that trickled from her thigh on the bright green carpet. She turned around and looked down. 

“Let me clean that” she said and sat on her knees. 

He expected that she was talking about cleaning the carpet. But instead, surprisingly, she took his entire cock into her mouth. 

“I thought you meant something else” he mumbled. He stared at her face, red with excitement, one cheek bulging dangerously. With her tongue she slowly cleaned the top of his penis. Smiled. 

“That was good, really good..” she finally spoke, “I needed that…”. 

He laughed shyly – pulled up his cloth and got dressed again. She grabbed her pants and used them to quickly clean the carpet. 

“So, no one will ever know what happened here” she said, “that’s between me and you and the four walls”. 

“Don’t forget the carpet” he responded wittedly. She giggled and pushed him softly out of the office. 

“Go home.. Tomorrow is another day. Shall we have lunch together?”

Part 7

“You like strawberries? Whipped cream?” he asked, sitting on the edge of his bed. 

“Do I remind you that much of Wimbledon” she responded laughing. 

She was sitting next to him; stark naked and somewhat reddish after their initial lovemaking. 

“Not particularly.. Apart from the fact that you have some English origins.. But I thought, well, springtime, fresh strawberries.. And I adore strawberries… Why not have strawberries and whipped cream instead of the notorious lunch of sandwiches, yoghurt and cum..” 

She laughed and grabbed his penis and toyed with it playfully. 

“What’s wrong with cum?” 

“Boring, maybe.. And with cream and strawberries I thought we would have a suitable alternative!” 

She nodded approvingly. “Ok. Fine with me. Let’s get them..”. 

“No, you stay here, I’ll get it. They are still in the fridge.. By the way, I do hope you do not mind that it is cream from a can – do you?” 

“Fine with me.. As long as you hurry up and get me something to eat”.

He left the bedroom, wandered through the corridor and entered his tiny, messy kitchen. He got the fruits and the tin of cream from the fridge, washed the berries and rushed back to the bedroom. She was laying on the bed, fully stretched, her arms folded under her head, her firm breasts pointing to the ceiling. Her legs folded decently, keeping her bald vagina out of his view. Sometimes she could be such a prude. 

“Are you asleep?” 

“Are you joking? Knowing that you would come back, with strawberries and cream, and your wonderful dick.. Who in his or her right mind would fall asleep?” She cupped his balls in her hand and blew a kiss on the tip of his semi-erect penis. “Come here and sit next to me! Pass me that bowl of strawberries please, I am starving..”  

They ate the red fruits in silence. Sprayed a few of them with the cold white cream from the can. Fruit juices trickled down their chins, hands, and bodies. He grabbed a big strawberry and squeezed it on top of her belly. A small pool of juice appeared in her navel. Carefully, he licked her clean. 

“That tasted particularly nice” he exclaimed. “It tasted of strawberry and you…, I don’t know how to explain.. A peculiar taste, but still…”. He took the can and sprayed some of the cream on the spot he had just cleaned so meticulously. She shivered. “Madonna, it is cold.. Really cold…”. “I can see that” he said, pointing at her breasts. “Look your nipples are all hard and I did not even touch them!” 

She looked down at her own body and smiled sensuously. She pinched a nipple between her fingers leaving behind red stains. 

“If you lick it clean.. it may even get harder”. 

Your wish is my command, he thought, bent over and started sucking on her breast. 

“Now the other one please” she pleaded. Before moving to the other breast he took another berry and rubbed it softly on her breasts. 

“You know, they even sell condoms which taste like fruit. I know that they have them with banana.. that’s for sure.. Maybe liquorice as well”. 

“O shut up.. “.

While tasting the strawberry juices that covered one of her breasts he took the can of cream and sprayed the other breast with it. 

“Jezus, it’s cold” she mumbled, “cold but nice”. With a finger she took some of the cream and ate it. “Come here, lover, and I will give you a creamed kiss” she said, her mouth full of cream. They kissed; tentatively at first, more passionate soon after, tasting the cream. 

“It’s low calorie.. The cream I mean” he said, breathing hard. 

“Whatever, as long as it tastes good.. Hold on, now it is your turn..”. She grabbed the can and sprayed some cream on his nipples. Almost hungrily she started licked the white liquid from his chest. He felt her tongue touch his nipples, which became hard and erect. 

“See, it has the same effect on me” he said, “my nipples, I mean”. 

She stopped and looked admiringly at the result of her work. “Good” she said, “now more and somewhere else…”. 

Suddenly he felt a cold sensation in his loins. Looking at where his dick and balls had been he now saw a small hill of cream. 

“Hold this one” she said and handed him the can. 

He felt her warm mouth now against his thigh, sensed her tongue on his skin, leaving a trace of red juice and cream. He face went higher and slowly the amount of cream that covered him disappeared. Licking frantically, she cleaned his balls, than his dick - which stood at full attention quite rapidly. 

“It does taste wonderful, doesn’t it?” she asked. 

He merely nodded in silence.

When she was finished he told her to lie on her back. 

“Spread your legs pleas, as wide as you can” he asked her. 

Obeying, she did as she was asked. He put his face to her cunt, which seemed to need no further lubrification. 

“Watch out – here it comes” he warned her and sprayed her entire vagina with the cold cream. He than took one strawberry which he put on top of her vulva, another one he placed in front of her cunt and pushed it slightly inside. 

With long, strong strokes of his tongue he cleaned the cream; took the strawberries in his mouth and ate them. 

“Quite a special taste.. This one at least. It tastes of, well strawberry, but also you.. To be rude, it tastes of strawberry and cunt.. Haute cuisine, they would call this in France”. 

“Silly… I must admit it feels somewhat funny to have all this cream down there and to feel you eat strawberry from my cunt” she said, “funny but nice.. Please take another one. But now without cream…”. 

He took another fruit and put it inside her, than another, and again, another.. 

“I’ll have to take them out with my fingers you know.. Otherwise I cannot get there”. 

“Than just do it.. Don’t be shy, you have seen it all before”. 

She turned around and allowed him to spray her ass with the cream. He spread her buttocks and emptied the can on his behind, covering her asshole completely. For decoration purposes he planted some of the remaining strawberries on top. “it looks like a cake” he said. 

“What a pitty that I cannot see it”. 

“Hold on” he responded, giving in to her complaints, “I will get you a mirror so that you can see for yourself.” 

He stood up and went to the bathroom, got himself a small shaving mirror from his travelling kit and handed it to her. 

“Here, there you go, if you keep it at a good angle you can see it all”. 

She took the mirror and manoeuvred it in such a way that she could see her own behind. 

“You are right, it looks like a cake”. 

He ate away the strawberries and part of the cream. 

“You know, I would really like to fuck you like this, covered in cream and all that, do you mind?” 

Always a gentleman, he did not wait for an answer. Instead, he took his hard cock in his hand and using it as a stick in front of him searched for the opening of her vagina. When he entered her, she quickly closed her legs, increasing the pressure inside her cunt. With rapid movements of his hips he fucked her. The cream spread thinly on her behind and got stuck in his public hair. 

“I can see what you are doing.. Not only feel it, but also see it.. This mirror, great..” she said. He saw her face in the small shaving mirror. She made a funny face at him. 

“I can see how your big dick enters my cunt.. It is really very sexy.. Gosh, I wish I could take a picture of you and me like this, fucking, covered in strawberries, juice and cream”. 

“And what would you do with that picture? Show it to your husband”. 

She hit him hard in the face, almost breaking the mirror that dropped on the floor. “Stop talking this nonsense.. When I am here with you I do not want to hear a word about my husband.. Understood?” 

He apologised in response. “It won’t happen again” he spoke softly.

Their lovemaking seemed to last longer than usual. The excitement of sharing fruit and cream, had increased his stamina. Or was it the smack in the face? His cheek was still burning. 

She seemed to have forgotten the entire argument and seemed to cum several times, with increasing force and noise. 

He was afraid that the neighbours would start asking questions. Finally, grunting, he came filling her vagina with his cum. He spread her cunt lips carefully and spooned out some of the cum, which he than spread over her buttocks. 

“Good for the skin” he said, “you said so yourself..”. 

Part 8

His car was bigger than hers. That was one of the main reasons for them to use his car more frequently during their lunch hours. It frequently implied that he had to wash his car more often than normal as tires and doors always ended up full of mud. 

A la campagne, they went, generally speaking, searching for a secluded spot, somewhere on the fringes of the city, where countryside met with suburbia. 

After a series of attempts, they had identified the ideal spot. Isolated and with very little traffic, mostly of people who were showing identical behaviour. There was some shade, provided by rather poor looking trees. Empty fields nearby, recently ploughed. The occasional bird; sometimes people crossing the fields, going god-knows-where, doing god-knows-what.

The backseat of the car was their most recent invention. He actually wondered why it had taken them that long as it certainly allowed them some more privacy; it was virtually impossible to see them when driving on the muddy track that passed their love nest. 

It also permitted them to undress themselves completely and, somehow, lay down, even though it remained a narrow place and they had to open the window for him to be able to stick out his bony feet – especially when he felt crampy. They would push the front seats forward as much as possible, put the seats up and get cosy in the back.      While undressing he noticed that she had started wearing a different type of underwear. Rather than the old-fashioned slips, which tended to be on the big side, she was wearing either tiny tangas, which barely covered her ass, or some tight fitting lace thing, cut high above the hips. Cheapish bras were replaced by soft, silky ones, which seemed to push up her tits a bit. 

Anyway, she looked more desirable, and more sexy than before. Maybe even a bit more juvenile. He had, however, little time to applaud or admire her new lingerie: as soon as they were settled she undressed as if haunted by the devil, would either look expectantly at him, just cuddle up and stroke his hair, or would, slam-bam-thank-you-mam, get down to business straight away. Especially in the latter case, her cloths would be all over the vehicle.

This was one of the more passive days. She looked at him, laughing at how he tried to undo the laces of his shoes, get off his pants. 

“You need a hand?” she giggled. 

“No” he grumbled, panting as a consequence of the effort. He unbuttoned his blouse and took of his tie. 

When he started folding his cloths, she just grabbed them and threw them on the driver’s seat. 

“Stop that nonsense.. Just get them out of the way” she said. 

He shrugged, put his hands in his lap, covering his soft penis. In silence he stared ahead of him. 

“A penny for your thoughts” she said after a short while, impatient as ever. 

“Well, actually I was thinking of what to do this time. Or, more precisely, how to do it” he responded pensively. “Try something new.. Whatever.. You ever tried 69?” 

“Must have been ages ago..” 

“And, liked it?” 

“Frankly speaking, I do not recall.. Should I?” 

“What? Recall, or liked it?” 

She pinched him in the arm. “Ok. I get the message. Nine years older, becoming forgetful, is that what you think?” 

In response, he took her breasts in his hands and started caressing them, focusing on her nipples which reacted immediately. 

“Your nipples are really sensitive, no?” She nodded, looked him in the eye, bent over and kissed him softly on the mouth. “Yes” she whispered in his ear, “They are.. Especially when you touch me like that.. They get hard in no time”. 

“Come here” he ordered after some time, “come and sit on top of me.. You take my dick.. and I will take care of your cunt”. 

She climbed on top of him, spread her legs allowing him a perfect view of her female sex. 

“Anyone ever tell you that you have a beautiful vagina… Excusez le mot… And that you smell great down there” he asked. 

The fact that she did not answer his question was easily explained: she had difficulties in talking with her mouth full. She held his dick firmly between her lips and bobbed her head up and down. Licked the shaft. Played with the pre cum that quickly appeared on the top of his cock. 

“Stop talking.. Kiss me..” she finally spoke, looking backwards, examining with a face wet of his semen how he was handling his responsibilities. 

As far as he was concerned, he was doing fine. With his hands he opened up her vagina, pushing her lips away and had a go at her clitoris with his tongue. It reacted as usual. He licked his way all around, tasting her – really pleased that she had decided to shave herself. And to do it well. 

His nose was almost buried in her behind. He grabbed her buttocks and spread them, giving him a good view at her pink asshole. Slowly he licked the spot in between her vagina and her butt, moving steadily towards the latter. He tickled her there with the tip of his tongue. Than pushed it inside of her. Keeping it as erect as possible he tongue fucked her, juices running down his chin. 




A Love Story Ch. 01-08



He stopped for a while, lifted her slightly, and looked at how she was playing with his, now fully erect, penis. 

Her hand had taken hold of his shaft and she was jerking him off slowly. Tiny quantities of precum appeared from his pisshole. She licked them away rapidly, as if she waiting for more to come. He felt her mouth move downwards to his balls. Softly she took one of testicles between her lips, than swallowed it almost entirely and started sucking. 

It felt great, really great!

“Let’s change positions” she said after a while. “Let me get under and you on top. You wanted a change, no?”

He agreed and somehow they managed to manoeuvre in the narrow space of the car. He was on top, he legs almost covering her head. He continued his kissing of her vagina. Increasingly he used two fingers to play with her clitoris, than her ass, and finally, both simultaneously. He felt her lick the underside of his balls. Felt her tongue swirl, touch, felt her warm breath against his sensitive skin. 

Suddenly he felt her mouth on his bottom; kissing it softly. She pushed down his head, exposing his behind even more. Rather astonished, he felt her tongue against his asshole. 

A weird sensation went through him: she was doing exactly the same to him as he was doing to her. He wrapped her legs around his head and delved even deeper inside her cunt and ass. He looked up, out of the window, concentrating on the tantalising sensations he experienced. 

He groaned. “Oh my god, that feels so nice.. Please don’t stop that..” 

With one hand he took his dick and started jacking off, almost violently. 

“Fuck.. I am cumming” he shouted as thick sprays of cum landed on her breasts, on her belly, her face, her hair. 

He sat up, somewhat ashamed, pressing his ass even further into her face. “I don’t think, I have ever cum that strongly.. and that much” he said with a blush. 

He put two fingers in her pussy, one in her ass and, almost instantaneously, brought her to a noisy climax.

A crow flew away. Shrieking loud..



A Love Story Ch. 09-10



Part 9

He wondered what it was. The physical attraction. But there was more; not just lewd thoughts and acts. She was a nice woman, a great figure, gay, and resourceful, both in the office and in bed. Or wherever. He enjoyed her company, her laughter, her sexy voice, her smell, her taste. While occasionally they tried to abstain from bodily contact, generally it proved rather difficult not to touch, not to kiss, not to feel. Generally the temptation was too great, despite the frequently frustrating circumstances and crampy spaces.

After a long mission abroad he found himself alone at home. Doing his laundry, cleaning away the dust. The doorbell rang. He wasn’t expecting anyone and, semi-dressed in a king-size T-shirt and boxers with little green elephants, he opened the door, making sure that he could not really be seen. 

“Good morning.. sleepyhead! Thought I would come and visit you. For once. My husband is at work, the kids at school”. He took the chain from the hook and opened the door. “Shhttt… You do not have to alarm the entire neighbourhood!” He hushed her inside. 

“My goodness, and I was thinking that you would enjoy seeing me” she exclaimed, still too loudly, once she was inside. He kissed her abruptly on her mouth. Whether it was a move to make her shut up, or whether it was really to welcome her, he did not know. “I am enjoying it” he responded finally. “Two full weeks, without … It has not been too easy, you know”. 

She giggled. “I know.. I know, the same with me.. Could not wait until I would see you on Monday. In the office..”. 

“Coffee?” he asked. She mumbled a reply, which he took for a yes. “You can take off your coat and go into the living. Just have to manipulate the percolator…”. He disappeared into the kitchen and busied himself with grinding coffee beans. He poured water into the machine and put it on the stove – low fire. “It will only take a minute!” he shouted – no reply. The water started boiling, bubbled upwards in the percolator – coffee! A nice strong smell filled the kitchen. He took two tiny cups, filled them with the hot, strong liquid, added a bit of sugar, and carried them into the living room.

To his surprise the living room was dimly lit. The blinds had been drawn. She was sitting on the couch. Next to a small pile of cloths. Obviously they were hers as she was stark naked, sitting in the semi-dark, waiting impatiently. 

“Finally!” she said with a big grin, “coffee!”  He carefully handed her a cup and sat down. They drank in silence – he was glad that the cups were tiny indeed.

“So what have you been up to during your trip? Where were you? Congo?” 

He nodded. “Nothing much, a lot of running around, too much beer..”. 

“No women?” 

“No women..”. 

“You missed me?” 

He nodded again. “Feel!”

She looked at his shorts, which had taken the shape of a tent. “No need to feel, I can see it well enough!” she said laughingly. She fumbled with her hand in his boxer short and managed to unfold and liberate his penis from their cotton prison.  “I still find it beautiful, you know.. To see you get aroused. Your dick get harder.. The precum”. 

Mesmerizing, almost dreamily she stroke his erect penis. “And you know what it does to me? It makes me wet, so fucking wet.. You have no idea.. The mere thought of playing with you, like this.. I am creaming in my pants.. Eh, on your sofa in this case. It makes me want you, feel you, feel you inside me…”. With a sigh, how close was Venice? she almost attacked his penis and took it deep into her mouth.

Absent minded he stroke her auburn hair – not a grey one in sight. Watched her deep throat him, taking his cock almost in between her tonsils. “Wait!” he suddenly said, “Wait, I have a present for you. A surprise.. Bought on the way…”. 

She seemed somewhat surprised, slightly shocked even. Cum was on her lips. She looked at him – her face a question mark. 

He stood up, walked quickly to his bedroom, his dick swaying against his thighs. In his bedroom he opened his suitcase, still unpacked, except for the habitual toiler articles, and took out a long, thin box. Walking back through the corridor, he grinned, wondering what she would think of her little present. Whether she would dare to take it home.

Back in the living he handed her the package, wrapped in shiny red paper, a black ribbon. “For you!” he said, “a very special person… woman!” She kissed him thanks and quickly tore away the paper. A box appeared. “Open it!” he ordered. She tore away the carton impatiently. 

“What is it?” she asked when she finally held her present. But he did not need to answer. 

“Jezus, you bought me a .. vibrator?” 

He nodded. “Yeah, I thought you would like it.. You may not need it but, maybe, it can add to the pleasure…” 

By the broad smile on her face he realised she understood all too well. “Let’s try it” she responded with a husky voice.

By turning some knob at the end of the tiny machine, the head started making turns. “No idea whether the speed can be regulated…” he said pensively. 

“I do not give a shit. Try it…”. She laid down in his lap and spread her legs wide apart. “Try it..  Put it where it belongs..”. 

Carefully, he took the vibrator and pressed the head against her clitoris. She shivered and giggled. “It feels really strange.. But nice.. Go on, keep it there for a while…” 

He did as he was told. Drawing circles with the humming toy. He felt her contract, stretch, the muscles in her belly tighten. 

“Can you play with that, that thing and at the same time kiss me there?” she asked. 

He did as he was asked. While using the vibrator on her clitoris he slowly but strongly licked her vagina. “My god” he exclaimed, “I have never seen you so wet… “ 

“Must be the long period in between” she said soto vocce, He simply smiled, his face covered with her juices.

Suddenly she grabbed him by the head, pulled his hair, too hard. “Oh my God, oh my God, I am cumming…. I am cumming” she shrieked. He felt her pussy contract, almost imprisoning his tongue inside her. She stiffened; tiny beads of sweat covered her belly. She was breathing hard, chewing her lips, her eyes closed. He looked at her and asked her whether she liked it.  Flushed, she simply nodded.

Active as usual, he removed the vibrator and carefully tried to enter her. Humming happily, the little machine disappeared between her cunt lips. He watched in amazement, but smiled broadly when noticing the pleasure he obviously caused. 

“My God, does it never stop” she shouted, “I need something real.. No more plastic.. You! It’s you I want to feel inside me… Come on, don’t wait… Just put your lovely dick inside me.. Please.. Please!”

He quickly removed the vibrator and put it aside on the couch. Pulled down his underwear and entered her without any further notice. 

“That’s it.. That’s it.. Feel how wet I am? Can you feel it?” She almost hit him on the head. 

“It does go inside very easily.. That’s true” he mumbled, trying to concentrate on the movements he was making. Trying to avoid falling off the couch. He could feel her heat. It seemed as if her vagina was on fire. And that she was giving the heat to him, through his pulsating cock. 

“It feels nice, really, very.. very nice” he spoke softly; kissed her on the lips, softly, tried to look into her eyes, which she kept closed in sheer concentration.

He felt her wrap her legs around his back, allowing him to enter even further. Exploring unknown depths. His movements were eased by the liquids they both seemed to produce in abundant quantities. When he entered her full force, sounds came frame her vagina. She tried to squeeze him inside her but failed. 

With both hands he grabbed her buttocks and pulled her towards him, somewhat violently. Her behind was slippery with sweat and their juices. He felt for her anus and played with it once he had her rosebud located. He put a finger in his mouth, spit some saliva on top of it and using their joint body juices, entered her ass carefully. 

“Oh my.. Now I can feel your dick at the front and your finger from the back.. Oh, jezus, it is really so sensitive…”.

With his finger he could easily feel his erect prick inside her. A strange sensation. He pulled his finger out of her ass and searched for the happily humming vibrator. He took it in his right hand and with some effort managed to find her ass again. Swiftly he entered her from behind with the little machine. 

She almost screamed again. Afraid that the neighbours would indeed be asking questions he glued his mouth against hers and started playing with her tongue.

Despite his efforts to make her shut up she managed to pull away. “What are you doing to me? What are you doing… I feel so sexy… This thing from the back, You from the front… My God… I think I am cumming again. And again…”.  

Panting she lay on the couch, her hair all sweaty, little was left of the fancy hairdo with which she had entered his apartment. 

Inside her, he thought he was only thinking with his prick, feeling the pulsating vibrator through the membrane that separated her cunt and ass. He pushed the vibrator completely inside her and pushed forward with his hips, trying to burry himself, disappear into her cunt. 

When he felt her little hand caress his balls, and play with his ass – were they into gymnastics? – he exploded, spraying his cum inside her. It seemed as if an endless flow of semen left his body and filled her, overflowing, with trickles of white covering the cover of his sofa. He could not care less. Buried inside her, he almost collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, his dick too sensitive to touch.

“I can feel that it has been a long time for you as well” she spoke after some time. “Look… all your cum is almost dripping down my legs…”. 

He looked, rather shyly – laughed. “I guess you are right… Couldn’t wait till Monday.. Really couldn’t… Wanted you.. Some privacy.. Not the fucking car or the fucking office…”. 

She kissed his hair. Smiled. “Still, you are on for lunch on Monday?”

He simply nodded. Feeling sleepy, but satisfied.

Part 10

Monday was like any other Monday with meetings in the office that lasted too long and produced too few results. She had taken notes; he had simply watched her, his imagination running wild – at times. When leaving the meeting room she had slipped him a note. “Lunch?” it read. He simply scribbled “Yes! 12.30”, hoping she would be able to read his bad handwriting. 

They met at the main entrance of the building. Oblivious to co-workers rushing in and out. “Your car or mine?” the habitual question. “Mine” she said this time and they walked to her tiny car. “Whereto?” “Alfredo’s”. Which was an Italian restaurant, not too far from their working place.

Upon arrival in the restaurant they got a table in a somewhat isolated corner. A waiter came and brought them menu. They glanced through the pages of the menu, which contained the usual pasta and salads and Italian ice cream. Meat or fish were evidently “hors catégorie” – too expensive. She took gnocchi, he a simple penne a l’arabiata and a green salad on the side. And water with bubbles. 

Waiting for their lunch, they chattered, like birds, nothing personal, just chitchat about the office, office affairs, and the football in Italy. Their weekend lovemaking remained a subject untouched. 

“You know – I am not wearing any underwear today.” she suddenly exclaimed.

He wondered whether he had really heard what she said.

“Come again?”.

 “I am not wearing anything under my skirt…” she giggled.

“Seriously?”  He suddenly felt rather flushed – certainly out of place. 

She nodded. Took a bite from her salad. Munching away, almost sensuously, on bright orange carrots. 

“Yeah, of course I am serious… nothing. Nothing at all. I took off my pants in the toilet in the office if you really want to know..”

“Why?” The stupidity of the question was obvious as soon as he had asked it.

“Want to see?” 

“You cannot be… What, here in this restaurant?” he responded softly. 

“Why not… I can easily lift my skirt a bit under the table. No one will see it with this immense tablecloth..”. She put down her cutlery, put her hands under the tablecloth and wiggled with her bottom in her seat. “There.. no problem..”.

He stared at her in amazement. This cool, businesslike woman, his o-so-very-sexy-and-very-horny colleague, was lifting her skirt in a crowded restaurant. Would anyone see? Or even pay attention? Or was she merely joking? 

There was only one way to find out: look for himself. He fumbled with his fork and dropped it on the floor, making sure that it disappeared under their table. He got up, got to his hands and knees and looked. No shit, she was sitting their stark naked!

He smiled. On hands and feet he crawled to her seat. Laid down his head in between her thighs and kissed her on her pussy. 

“Can I help you?” 

He saw another pair of feet in male shoes. The bloody waiter had already returned. “I am ok.. “ he mumbled, “I just dropped my fork.. Oh, yes, here it is…”. 

With a red face he surfaced again, stared in the smile of the waiter and the grin on the face of his friend.

“Please, do not worry.. I will get you a new fork” the waiter said friendly. He took over the fork and disappeared, returning with a clean set of fork and knife and spoon a few seconds later.

He sat down again, still somewhat shaken. “Next time, please warn me.. I feel utterly embarrassed because of all this. You think he notice?”

She took a bite from her steaming gnocchi and shook her head. “Of course not. How could he?” 

The rest of the meal they ate in silence. The taste of her cunt disappeared quickly while eating the penne. 

“Come. I want you to sit next to me,” she said, cleaning her mouth with a napkin. “Come, be a bit more romantic. No one knows you here anyway. Me neither. So why bother and sit and arm’s length?” 

He moved over to her side of the table. With his back against the wall, he had a perfect few of the entire restaurant. At least no one would be able to approach them without him noticing it.

“Were you scared when the waiter suddenly came?” she asked him.

“What do you think?”

“Well you looked rather embarrassed, that’s for sure!” she said with a broad smile. “But maybe you could continue where you stopped?” 

“Forget it, I am not going under that bloody table again just to kiss you in between your legs”.

“Ok… Forget it than. Just give me your hand.”

He put his hand into hers. She touched it gently, kissed his fingertips, put a finger into her mouth and sucked on it. Before the realised what was happening, she pulled his hand under the table and place it on her vulva. 

“Now. Your hand is where I want it to be. Please fingerfuck me, here and now!” 

He was, again, more surprised than anything else. At the same time, very eager to please. He moved his hand down to her vagina, which was soaking wet. With two fingers he spread her lips and started looking for her clitoris. It was not difficult to find and once located he started rubbing it softly. 

He heard her breathing increase, slowly, but saw that, despite her increasingly red cheeks, she was making every attempt to behave normally, as if nothing was happening. She tried to remain in control, of him and of herself, but it appeared a battle she was losing rapidly. She tried to catch his hand by squeezing her thighs together, but he was stronger and continued to touch her. 

Than suddenly, he removed his hand from under the table, put a few fingers into his cold water with bubbles and than went back to business, entering her cunt with two fingers. 

She let out a sigh. Grabbed his hand again and pushed it even deeper inside her.

“Just leave it there… Leave it there,” she said with a husky voice. 

He felt her use her cunt muscles around his fingers. As if she was using her hand as some sort of dildo. Than, he got an idea, and with his other hand took the small water-with-bubbles bottle. “Water?” he asked with a broad grin.

She was hardly paying attention. So instead of pouring her glass, he moved his hand under the table, pulled out his other from her vagina, passed the bottle from one hand to the other and swiftly pushed the top of the bottle inside her.

She let out an even louder sigh and he was terrified that other guests in the restaurant would pay notice. But the chattering and clicking of knives and forks seemed to produce more noise.

He now used the bottle as a glass phallus, moved it in and out of her cunt. 

Next to him, she suddenly grabbed the tableside with both her hand, almost rocking the entire table. 

”Oh fuck..” she whispered, “oh fuck… I think I am .. cumming…”. The knuckles of her hands became almost white as a result of the force with which she tried to steady herself. She trembled slightly, her eyes close, her mouth in a grin. Than nothing – silence.

She opened her eyes after a few seconds, glanced at him and smiled.

“Thank you for the water,” she said as he put the bottle on the table again. 

“You’re welcome,” he responded, grabbed the bottle and took a last sip from the water. 

Somehow it tasted of her.



A Love Story Ch. 11-12



Part 11

He was taking a shower, washing away the mud and the dirt collected, it seemed everywhere, after an afternoon’s work in the garden. It had been a sunny day, and he had sweated profusely. The washing machine humped happily with all his dirty cloths. Shampooing his hair under the shower, he saw small streams of earth disappear into the sewer. Washing his balls had virtually the same effect. He smiled, feeling increasingly cleaner.

In the distance he heard a sound. At first he could not place it, wondered whether it was the phone, but who cared, they would call back later. Than realised that it was the front door bell. Swiftly he closed the taps, shivering under the last remaining cold drops, put a towel around his waist and almost skated, dripping water on an already slippery floor, to the front door. 

“Who is it?” he asked, refusing to open the door.

“Me” a cheery voice sounded, a bit too loud to his taste in the deserted hall of his apartment building.

“You mind if I come in?” she asked.

He hesitated. “Frankly speaking, I am not really dressed for the occasion, and I am tired”. 

“Come on, just open up. I’ll make sure that you feel less tired when I leave. And who cares about being dressed. I’d rather see you without your cloths anyway. Well, that’s not entirely true, maybe.. You are cute in cotton as well”. She ended her little speech with a giggle. 

“Alright, come in than.. “. He undid the chain and opened his front door.

“Are you not pleased to see me?” She burst into his apartment, smelling rather strongly of some sort of new perfume. Without waiting for a reply, she kissed him quickly on the mouth, took off her coat – was it raining? – and dropped it on the floor. She did not give him a chance to reply. “I am hungry, what have you got to offer?”

Again, without waiting for a reaction, she abruptly took hold of the towel and pulled it away. “That’s what I like! For breakfast, lunch or dinner. Never mind”. She grabbed his balls and pulled him closer, got on her knees and took his dick in her mouth. “Really hungry..” she said once more, interrupting her sucking only for a brief moment. 

He felt his soft penis get harder. Looking down, seeing her giving him a blowjob, leaving lipstick smears on his shaft, was an incredibly sexy sight indeed. Her square golden earrings reflected the late evening light. A golden chain was swinging softly, following her movements of her head. She was licking his dick as if it were a Popsicle or an icecream, slurping sounds filling the silence of his apartment. 

“Mind you” he spoke softly, “if you are not careful, I’ll cum in your mouth..”. 

She looked up, and smiled. Licked the tip of his cock, tasting the pre cum, slapping his cock on her tongue as it she were an experienced porn star. “I told you I am hungry.. So please let it go. Protein will do me good, no doubt. Moreover, I do not particularly feel like cooking… So be my guest”. She put her mouth, almost naturally, back to his dick.

Soon he felt the tension rise, the tickling in his balls, and moaning obscene words, he came, blowing his load full force into her mouth. “Show me the cum you have.. Show it on your tongue” he sighed, removing his slowly deflating penis from her mouth. In reaction, she parted her lips and showed him her tongue, than swallowed, with a broad grin on her shiny face. “There you go… It really tastes nice. A pity that you cannot taste it yourself you know. And nutritious as well..”. 

Naked he walked to the kitchen, his penis swaying, leaving wet drops on his thighs. “Want anything to drink?” “

A Campari soda would do fine.. A good mixture, I presume, semen and Campari..”, she responded with a laugh.

He poured them a drink, deciding in favour of a Campari for himself as well. Took a tray from the cupboards, a tiny bag of peanuts, and walked, like an experienced waiter, back to the living room. When entering, he almost stumbled over a pile of cloths, her cloths, with a tiny tiny slip on top.

Inside, she was laying on the carpeted floor, on her belly, reading a magazine about computers. “Come and sit next to me” she said, padding on the floor. He placed the tray on the floor, sat down, handed her a drink, the glass tinkling with ice cubes. “There you go!” She blew him a kiss. “Thanks.. “. 

Leaning on her elbows she quietly drank from her Campari soda. Circled the ice cubes in her glass, chewed on one of them, drops of cold water dripping slowly on her chin.

“You know..” he began hesitantly, “that you have a nice bottom?”

“You mean that you like my ass?”

“If you want to put it that way. Yes, you have nice ass” he admitted. With two fingers he slipped an ice cube from his glass and put it on top of her buttocks. Rapidly it started to melt, and slid down to the crack that separated her white buttocks. He played carefully with the tiny pool of cold water that developed, rubbing her ass and asshole softly. With a slippery finger he carefully entered her from behind. “Yes, a very nice ass indeed”. 

She stared in front of her, almost pensively.

“A quarter for your thoughts” he said softly, while continuing to stroke her.

“If you like it so much, my bottom as you say, why in heaven’s name did you never fuck me there?” 

It came as a shock. Stumbling over his words he tried to react: “But I thought that women did not like that.. And I thought that you would not be an exception”.

“You are wrong there, monsieur, I do like it. My husband, once in a while, and in the past anyway, made love to me there.. Or maybe better, fucked me in the behind.. And, frankly speaking, it was not so bad. Not bad at all. Actually, under certain conditions, I quite liked it”. 

She looked at him, expectantly. 

“Well if you do not mind, I would love to. Maybe it’s a sort of obsession, a fetish, but I would really like that. Are you sure about what you said?” 

She nodded, stood up abruptly, grabbed his hand and pulled him up. “Come on, let’s go the bedroom. If we want to do it, we have to do it properly. On a bed, with sheets, and all that”. 

She walked to the toilet, he heard her pee and flush the toilet. In the bedroom, he quickly closed the blinds. No need for nosy neighbours to become even nosier. He turned on a bedside lamp and pulled away the blankets, looking for any unnecessary stains and hair – luckily it all seemed rather clean.

She almost jumped on the bed, laid down and padded on the mattress. “Come, lay next to me, we cannot just start from zero, some preparatory work is really necessary”. She threw her arms around his neck and started to kiss him; the effect on his limp penis was almost instantaneous. 

They French kissed for, what seemed, like ages, playing with each others tongues, caressed, hands moving over warm bodies. He bit her nipples, told her to lay down on her back, kissed her belly, before moving down even further. Spread her legs and put them on his shoulders. “Even if I have not said it yet, this time at least, I do like your cunt as well”. “Show me..!”

He bent forward, laying on his belly, his feet almost touching the floor, beds being too small as usual, and started eating her pussy, as if haunted by demons. Lapping, kissing, sucking, played with his fingers, found her clit and took it in between his nails, afraid to hurt her, trying to restrain himself by focusing on causing pleasure rather than pain. Her juices almost dripped from his chin. He pulled her up, virtually bending her, in order to have access to her beautiful bottom, where he started all anew. 

Briefly stopping, going up for air, he saw her lying on the bed, eyes closed, biting on the knuckle of her index finger. “You think this will do?” he asked. “Are you wet enough now?” “You can try, there is no jelly. But be careful please, it has been a long time ago and it may very well hurt. Let me turn on my belly – it’s easier that way”.

He spat in his hand and made his cock as slippery as possible. Took it in his right hand and leaned on top of her, trying to aim it straight at her asshole. Breathing heavily, he wondered whether he would ever succeed, but after some initial resistance he felt himself glide down her sphincter. It felt awesome, but at the same time awkward – more constrained, tighter, as a glove enveloping his dick.

She moaned softly, frightening him that, despite all she had said, he was hurting her. 

“Pain?” he asked carefully. 

She shook her head, and instead of pulling away, put her hands backward and tried to push him even further inside her. “My God… That really feels good, you are really filling me”. 

He certainly was aware of that!

Slowly he started moving inside her, avoiding that his penis would suddenly “plop” out. The feeling was sensational – never experienced before and, unfortunately, he could not really restrain himself very long. After just a few thrusts, he felt that he was coming again, and closing his eyes, focusing on the moment, he felt his semen spurt inside her.

Exhausted he fell on top of her, crushing her, pinning her down to the bed. Softly he kissed her earlobe. “I am sorry that I came so fast” he whispered, “I just could not hold out any longer..It is so bloody tight, you cannot imagine”. She raised her head and kissed him on the cheek. “It’s ok, don’t worry, there’ll be another time for me.. “. 

He pulled up, felt his soft penis slip from her behind. 

As if bitten by a nasty insect, she jumped up and walked to the toilet. The last thing he saw, before she left the room, was her white bottom and a trail of semen that was smeared all over it. 

Part 12

“Do you ever have any fantasies? I mean, about sex, you know, experimental things, things you would normally never actually do, but only think about?” she had asked him.

He had contemplated, wondering whether he should really tell her what he had been thinking of. At times, anyway. He had been afraid that he would hurt her, one way or another, but realised that, as far as sex was concerned, she was virtually without inhibitions, despite the difference in age. 

“Sure” he had finally responded.

“Well, come on then, tell me!”

He had started hesitantly at first and than rapidly told her that he had been thinking of having sex with two women. She had hardly been surprised, but at the same time not particularly thrilled by the idea. 

“You know, the thing is that I would not like to share you with someone. Certainly not those few precious moments that we are together. I do not particularly feel like, how shall I put it, give another woman access to your dick”. She paused. “Moreover, I cannot really see myself eating another woman, or kissing her for that matter, at least not in the same way”. 

He had been understanding – had not pressed for the matter any further. As a matter of fact, he had felt rather embarrassed, discussing this kind of topics in the office. But not embarrassed enough to be able to refrain himself from touching her behind, hidden in her trim dress.

That’s why he was rather surprised, one beautiful Saturday morning, riding his bike again, passing by her house, to find that she was not alone. A car was parked in front of the gate and he could see people moving around the house. At first he wanted to go back, forget about the whole idea of an early morning visit, but when he climbed back into the saddle, he heard knocking on the window. He looked around, and saw her waving in the window, obviously telling him to come in. At least, that’s what he read from her frantic movements.

He parked his bike, took off his helmet and rang the doorbell. 

Slowly she opened the door. “Hi there! What a surprise…” she said merrily. He had the slight impression that she was acting up a bit.

“Someone with you?” he asked in a whisper.

“Yeah, but please do come in.. I am getting slightly cold standing here”. 

She stepped away to let him in and closed the door behind him. He was struck by the heat in the house. As if someone was trying to operate a sauna. 

She kissed him briefly on the mouth. “Put that stupid helmet on the table, take off your bloody gloves and come inside. And do not worry, the person in the living room (and she pushed him slowly but persistently forward) is not my husband..”.

He looked at her in surprise. Not only because of her somewhat out-of-the-ordinary behaviour, but also because she was rather flimsily dressed. Something that resembled an old nightgown, if he was not mistaken, pinkish, parting somewhere in the middle, he thought, showing her legs – maybe a bit too much to be decent.

When he finally entered the living room, he saw a woman sitting on one of the chairs, sipping coffee, and, to his surprise, smoking a cigarette. She was wearing a tight leather jacket and jeans, slippers on her bare feet.

“Let me introduce you Giannia, she is my next door neighbour”. 

The woman, called Gianna and next-door neighbour got up from her chair and extended her hand. “Nice to meet you” she said in a husky, if not sexy, voice. They shook hands and he sat down on a chair opposite her.

“What would you like to have? Coffee too?”

“That’ll be fine. Two sugar please”.

She disappeared to the kitchen and he found himself alone with Gianna the next-door neighbour. Surrounded by an awkward silence.

“You work in the same office? You work with May?” the neighbour asked.

“Yes, indeed, we do” he responded briefly.

“And what it is that you do exactly?”

He tried to explain but saw from her face that it was not a particularly interesting story that he had to tell. Gianna picked up her cup from the table and emptied it carefully, sat down again, crossing her legs, one slipper dangling from her left foot.

“And you? What are you doing?” he asked politely to keep something like a conversation going.

“Nothing, really.. I have a small daughter and a nanny who takes care of her and the house.. And me, nothing much, except for going around a bit, shop, and wait for my wonderful husband to come back from his work in the evening”.

He nodded appreciatively, as if he understood the boredom of her everyday life.

Gianna shifted uncomfortably in her chair, well packed in her tight fitting cloths. 

“Well, finally, here is your coffee. You have been able to get to know each other a bit?”

“Not really” Gianna responded. “Mind if I use your toilet?”

“Please go ahead, you know where it is”.

Gianna stood up and graciously left the room, leaving behind a trace of an intriguing perfume.

“What are you up to?” he whispered shortly after she had gone.

“You told me that you would like to have sex with two women, no? Well, here is your chance!”

“But you had said that you did not feel like it?”

“I’ll have my little revenge one day – you watch it” she spoke with a broad smile. “I have not even told you about my fantasy world, did I?”

He simply shook his head in response.

“Ok, well come here than” she said, “sit next to me and kiss me, be a good boy for once, and we’ll see what happens, maybe she’ll even chicken out..”. She leaned back in the sofa, causing her nightgown, or whatever it was called, to fall open, exposing her firm breasts and showing that apart from a pair of ridiculous socks, she was completely nude under it.

He sat down next to here, bent over and started kissing her breasts. In reaction, she clamped her hands around his head, pushing him to her, almost smothering him between her tits. “As always, that really feels like magic” she spoke softly, “look, my nipples are already hard”. 

He looked and saw that she was right: firm tits with firm nipples. He caressed her belly and moved his hand between her thighs. “Not everything is hard and firm” he said, “Feel, your cunt is all nice and soft and wet, you’d better be careful not to leek to much on your wonderful sofa”. She merely giggled, shifting her buttocks on the settee – which had the colour of polenta. 

He removed his hand from down under and put a finger in front of her mouth. “Care to taste yourself?” Without answering his question she started sucking on his fingers. “Not too bad, what?”

From the corner of his eye he suddenly saw some movement in the room. He looked up and saw the woman called Gianna standing in the door, looking rather surprised, and confused. “Care to join us?” he said. Without awaiting the answer, he got on his knees and continued where he had stopped.

While licking one cunt, he heard noise behind his back, the ruffling of cloths. Something soft falling on the floor. He looked up and saw the neighbour standing behind him: totally nude, with rather heavy breasts, a small belly and not a single hair on her pussy either. 

“Your turn!” he said, suggesting that Gianna replace him, “Just go ahead, I feel slightly overdressed, with two naked women in one room”. 

He got up and took off his ridiculous cycling cloths as soon as possible; his dick sprung to life liberated from its polyester confinement. Meanwhile he watched how Gianna was, apparently with pleasure, munching away at the cunt of his friend, who, despite all initial reluctance, seemed to appreciate the effort that was made.

“Let me!” he spoke, rather rudely to the neighbour called Gianna. 

In response, she moved away silently, her face shining with the fluids of her neighbour. She smiled at him, and eagerly grabbed for his penis. He nodded and, if on automatic pilot, she moved in a position which allowed her to suck his dick. In amazement, he watched her moving his prick in and out of her mouth. Obviously it must have been ages ago for her. “Long live neglecting husbands” he concluded with a grin.

He busied himself with the vagina of his friend and colleague and long-time lover. She moaned as he played with her clit, first with his fingers, than with his tongue, finally biting softly, keeping the red button carefully in between his lips. As usual, the taste aroused him like mad.

“Ok, that’s enough!” he said after some time. Gianna, the neighbour almost choked on his dick. “I want to fuck! No more foreplay…” he exclaimed.

“Me first!” his friend and colleague and lover exclaimed.

He agreed. “Old friends first! But do not worry, Gianna, do not worry… There is enough, I guess for both…”. In response, Gianna spread her legs and started to play with herself. Astounded by the site, he simply watched, his mouth half open. Saw her finger fuck herself, with an increasing number of fingers. He saw her wetness, shining in the artificial light of some horrific art deco lamp. In no time she was breathing heavily.

“Oh shit, come on, stop staring at her!” 

He turned around to his friend who was lying, sort of any way, on the sofa, her legs spread and high in the air, giving him a wonderful view on her beautiful cunt.

“You’re right.. Sorry for my lack of attention”.

He bent forward, resting on his hands, kissed her on the lips and moved his penis toward her cunt, and entered her rather abruptly, almost taking her breath away.

“Yeah, that feels really good. Come on lover, give it to me.. Give it to me!”

He was glad that the neighbour was already in the living room, otherwise she would have heard all the shouting, peppered with somewhat rude sexually oriented remarks.

He moved his loins and finally managed to fuck as if his life depended on it. The pleasure he experienced intensified even further when he felt a soft hand on his buttocks which almost seemed to push him even further inside. Than, to his surprise, he felt a mouth, kissing his behind. He lifted his ass from the fake Chinese carpet and Gianna slid under him. He felt her tongue lick his balls, his dick, her warm breath on his ass, than, o my god, her tongue licking his asshole, followed by a finger which played softly with his ass. Tension built up as never experienced before.

He groaned, perspiration appeared on his face, and started dripping down his chest. 




A Love Story Ch. 11-12



Meanwhile his friend and colleague and lover tried to match his rhythm, throwing her hips forward, trying to receive him, trying to make him enter even deeper. She clawed at his shoulders, scratched his back, and pulled at his nipples. From the look on her face, reddish from all the effort, he knew that she was on the brink of coming.

He was mistaken there, as she came violently, much sooner than expected. He felt her cunt spasm, as if she was trying to squeeze the semen out him. No longer could he control himself and almost screaming he came, pulled out from the warm cunt in which he was embedded and sprayed his cum all over Gianna’s face, and hair, and neck.

When he looked down, he saw the neighbour covered in white. Drips of cum on her cheeks. Gianna smiled at him, scooped some of the cum with a finger into her mouth. He moved away and stared with square eyers at the woman on the floor.

“Come on” he said, “sit on the sofa. It’s a bit weird to have you lay on the ground like that. Come on, sit beside your neighbour”. 

Gianna got up and sat down on the sofa, the cum was dripping from her face on her breasts.

“Come on, lick her” he suggested to the other woman.

May looked surprised, stared at Gianna, but than finally moved over and started kissing her, slowly licking away the cum from her neighbour’s face. She pressed her mouth on the other woman’s breast and sucked on the nipple, which was comparatively brownish. Gianna was soon moaning softly, wiggling her bottom on the sofa. Almost unnoticed, she started to play with her vagina, rubbing her clit with one hand. She used the other for pressing May neighbour to her breasts. 

“She cannot be masturbating here, of all places, when we have set-up everything for her!” May claimed. “You really have to fuck her you know, there’s no way she could get away just like that, being a virgin so to speak!”

He agreed but had a slight problem in getting himself a hard one as fast as he seemed to be required. “You got to help me here” he grumbled.

“With pleasure!” was the joint response of the two women. They both got down from the sofa, and, simultaneously grabbed for his semi-erect penis. He smiled when both of them started to caress him, one sucking on it, the other softly biting his balls and tickling his asshole. His fantasy coming true! He was contemplating what kind of “tableau vivant” to think of next.

When finally fully erect he directed the women in such a way that they would lay properly on the sofa: May on her back, Gianna on top but with her tremendously sensual buttocks high in the air. May’s head would be close to Gianna’s vagina – some convincing arguments were indeed required – allowing her to eat Gianna, while he would be able to alternate between Gianna’s ass and vagina. Gianna would simply be eating May; she seemed to have little inhibitions in that respect. 

Complicated, but it worked. Luckily he had stamina enough to perform, but barely so. When he finally felt he was coming for the second time that morning, he pulled out from Gianna’s ass, offered his dick to May who sucked him off as if there was no tomorrow.

He wondered how he ever was going to get home by bike that day.