4 comments/ 21797 views/ 5 favorites A Tale of Lust and Deception By: buzzinga I tied to do my best to make this tale as possibly good as i can but there might be a few errors. The story can be a little confusing at the beginning but i promise i will explain everything in the later parts. Until then just enjoy the story. ***** PART-1—SANDY'S MOTHER GET FUCKED BY DR. HARVARD BALLS DEEP AND HE TRANSFORM HER INTO SOMETHING ENTIRELY DIFFERENT. I sat at the waiting room, fidgeting my fingers nervously as I waited for my call. For the hundredth time I glanced around at the room, checking out each and every details, trying to point out any minute details or flaws I missed before. The room was off-white in color, with white tiled floor. As it was a clinic, it was adequately lit and was provided with good ventilation. There were plants around the place which were the only source of color for the otherwise dull room. I hate hospitals. People die here and it is full of germs. My eyes drifted around the room until it rest upon the brunette receptionist behind the desk sitting opposite to me. She was her in her mid twenties with pretty hair and beautiful grey eyes. She had an ample cleavage and quite a wonderful figure which suddenly made me jealous. I was never in the beautiful side and so never tried make myself look pretty. I had lost my virginity to my husband when I was 19 years old and a few months later, got married with the same guy and a month later, I gave birth to my one and only daughter. Since then, I have tried to become a dedicated housewife taking care of my daughter's and my husband's needs all the time. The girl suddenly looked at me and I quickly averted my eyes, blushing lightly. I closed my eyes and tried to remember how I ended up here in the first place. Three months has passed since we visited Ambrosia Corps to meet Dr. Harvard. I remember I was watching TV, the morning before while drinking my daily dose of caffeine when the phone suddenly rang. "Hello?" "Hello? Uh, is this Mrs. Sanders speaking?" a female voice answered. "Yes?" "I am calling from Ambrosia Corps. Dr. Harvard wants to talk to you about the appointment he mentioned to you earlier." "Yeah, sure." "Please hold on while transfer the line to him," she replied and there was a click. I tapped my foot on the wooden floor, counting on the seconds. After five seconds, Dr. Harvard came on the line. "Hello Mrs. Sanders, how have you been?" he asked in his joyful voice. "I am fine Dr. Harvard. Thank you for asking." "I just called to ask you about your daughter's—ahem—ailment and...well I wanted to check if the treatment is effective on her." "Oh, the treatment had worked more than fine doctor. Just this morning I had asked her about it and she said she hadn't felt any better." "Oh good, very good, it was nice to hear it. Well, there was one other thing..." "What is it, doctor?" I asked. "Remember when I told you that the same treatment must be administered to every female of the house?" I did remember it very well. How could I forget such important thing? "You said that you need to check me too" I said. "Uh, yes I did. Well, I think the time has come. The ointment has regenerated completely and I am ready to apply it to you as soon as possible. We cannot afford a delay on such procedures you know." "Yes doctor. Tell me when do I have to come?" "How about tomorrow?" "Fine by me." "I will fix an appointment with Claire and she will tell you the time." "Okay. I will tell Sam to drop me off at the hospital..." "Oh, no, no, no. Please don't tell your husband about this. I don't want him to worry. It is a minor procedure and will take just a few minutes. Please come alone, I beg you. I like to keep these sessions as private as possible." I thought for a while. "Okay, so I will meet you tomorrow then." ******* So now here I am, sitting alone in this desolated clinic with no one else but me and Claire, the sexy receptionist. I have been sitting here for the last half an hour during which I had enquired Claire four times if he was in his cabin to all of which she answered me in positive. I checked on the time. 11:30. Soon Sandy will be back from school and I hadn't even made lunch. After another five minutes I was becoming sick of waiting and was about to leave when Claire told me I can meet him now. At the same time I saw the door of his cabin open and two girls walked out of there, giggling. One was of middle height with dark blonde hair. She was in her late teens with green eyes and a buxom figure. The other girl was a bit older, perhaps her older sister with flaxen hair and green eyes. Their bodies were covered in sweat and their hair were sticky too like they have came out from a heavy work out session. It seemed odd to me but I didn't thought about it much. I made way to the aluminum door and slowly pushed it open. The inside was brightly lit with baby blue colored walls which looked way better than the waiting room outside. I found Dr. Harvard seated on a comfy chair behind his huge desk reading through a file. He looked very much the same way she remembered him from last visit. The only difference is that the white hair on his head had somehow grown whiter and also he looked leaner and muscular which, I had to admit made me suddenly feel funny between my legs. He looked up from his file and smiled at me. "Ah! Mrs. Sanders, you came. Please have a seat." "I did, you told me so." I replied, sitting on the chair he gestured me to. "You look as pretty as ever!" he said looking at me carefully. "Oh thank you doctor. Why, you have lost a couple of pounds too I see." He shrugged his coat. "You noticed. Perhaps you are more observant than I gave you credit for." I smiled again. I couldn't help but notice the kind of look he was giving me. It was continuously shifting from happiness to gratitude to...something else I couldn't put my finger on. Also I noticed that he too was covered in sweat like the girls in the hallway. He pulled a wipe from the tissue box and wiped his forehead to clear off the sweat. Then he threw it at the bin at the far corner. I glanced at it and found it overflowing with crumpled soft wipes which looked quite unusual to me. The AC was on, then why was he sweating like that? Dr. Harvard's voice broke me from my thoughts. "Huh?" I asked. "Did you tell Sam about our meeting?" he asked again, serious now. "No, I didn't." I replied. "Good! Now...let's proceed, shall we? I think you know why I have called you here Mrs. Sanders?" "Please call me Melanie," I replied. This man has saved my daughter's life. I think he deserves that much freedom to call me by my name. "Well, Melanie, you know why we are here?" I nodded. "Dr. Harvard..." "Peter." "What?" "Please call me Peter." "Peter, I am willing to do anything you ask for but I want to know all about this procedure beforehand. Is it painful?" Peter smiled at me. "Melanie, when was the last time you had sex with Sam, or with anyone else in that matter?" I frowned at his choice of words. "Peter, I would never betray my husband whatsoever and if you ever dare convict me of adultery again, you shall face my fury, I warn you." He was stunned momentarily at my sudden outburst but then he blinked. "I am sorry Melanie I was too bold. I shall rephrase my question—when did you and Sam had sex last time?" It was now my turn to remain quiet. I thought, and then I thought harder. "I-I...never..." I muttered. "I am sorry?" "I had never had sex with him." I said a little louder. He laughed nervously. "Well, Melanie that's quite impossible. If you two never had sex, how did you conceive Sandy in the first place?" I looked down at my feet and started fidgeting my fingers again. "You know you can tell me everything. Nothing ever goes out of this room." I looked back at him and I knew he could see my tearful eyes. "I-I don't know. He never comes to me. The last time we were together in the same bed as when I was in my high school. We were in a party; I was too drunk to remember it. The next morning I came out pregnant with Sandy. After Sandy was born, we tried to bring back our Sex life but we weren't willing anymore. I thought he cheated me with another girl but I never got the proof. I don't even remember what it feels like anymore." I broke into sobs and covered my face with my hands. Peter stood up and walked up to me and put his hand over my shoulder. I leaned wiped away my tears and sniffled in a few times. I leaned in over his hand and felt the comfort of his strong hand on my shoulder. "It's okay," he said. "You are a little frustrated that's all." He massaged me for a while, then I felt his hand go still. "Do you..." he started to say something but stopped. "Never mind." He said suddenly and turned away. I looked towards him. "What is it Peter?" I asked. "It-It's nothing. Never mind." He said again. I leaned over and found his cheeks flushed. He was embarrassed, but why? "Peter I thought you said we would be frank at each other," I said, finally forcing him to speak. He was hiding something from me. And I hate it when someone hides something from me. He turned around; his face has taken a calmer demeanor. "Melanie, what if I told you that I could make your life better? I mean literally better." I could feel the nervousness in his voice. A sudden fear gripped in me that, what if there is something wrong with Sandy. He must have noticed the confusion in my eyes because he cleared his throat. "Listen," he said, "You have been treated very rudely. A woman like you deserves better. Now, I know you have been longing for the tension to be released from your body...and you could too...we could, you know..." His voice trailed off under my glare. I slowly stood up. Then, without another word, I turned to leave. I didn't even take two steps before I heard Peter rushing after me. "Listen, please listen to me first." He said but I wasn't listening. "Okay, I am sorry, Melanie. Look I didn't mean it that way..." "Then how did you mean it doctor?" I asked, suddenly turning around. "How did you mean it? I told you I would never cheat on Sam, then how dare you ask me of such lewd things? I thought we were friends, Peter. Turned out I was wrong." I twisted the door knob but he caught my hand before I could open it. I glared at him and found him glaring back at me. "Before you leave Melanie," he said in a very grave tone, "I think you must know the whole truth." I waited for him to finish. "I had promised Sam I wouldn't tell it to you but I guess I have no other choice," he waited to see my reaction then continued. "Your husband is cheating on you behind your back...with your own daughter." There was a sharp pang on my back as his words hit me like a trillion stabs. I could feel my vision getting blurry and my feet becoming numb. Without saying anything else, I walked back into his cabin and sat on the chair. Sam, the man I loved the most in this world...is cheating on me. He is cheating on me...with my own daughter. My daughter, who is the gem of my heart, a part of my soul, whom I believed in all the time...has betrayed me. I was betrayed. I felt a hand over my shoulder but it seemed so cold now. I looked up to see Peter looking down at me concerned. "Melanie...I am sorry." "I guess..." my voice was almost inaudible. "I guess I knew it all along. I mean I had caught them in the act so many times and each time they would tell some excuses and I believed them every time. I was so blind with trust I failed to see the whole picture. I also saw her with you," I turned to scowl at him and his face become pale. "The other day, you were shamelessly fucking here, right in front of me." "Look I know what I did was wrong, but Sandy asked me to do it. I-I don't know why, but I just couldn't stop myself. I mean, damn! Have you looked at your daughter? She is damn sexy—" SLAP! "How dare you speak of my daughter like that?" I yelled. He didn't say anything and stared at the ground. I turned away and wiped away my tears. "Why?" I asked when I was calm enough. "Why did you tell me this? You could have kept it a secret and let me walk away then why you didn't?" "Because it is wrong," he replied. "I hate to see you suffer like this and I want to change it." I turned towards him. "What do mean change it? How will you do that?" He now stepped closer to me. His eyes have returned to its normal excited phase. "For years now, I have been working on a serum that can actually reverse the aging effect. When we age, our body changes and so does the effect of hormones. This serum acts as powerful anti-oxidants that can not only reverse that but it also can alter that." "I am not getting what you're saying Peter," I replied. "Look, basically, it can make you more beautiful. It can change you to someone you always dreamed to become." "Whatever I wished to become?" I asked. He nodded. I thought for a moment. "How long does it take to work?" "One, maybe two days. After that, I promise you, you will never look the same again." "That fast?" "It effects immediately. But it is harmless. Believe me." "Does it have any side-effects?" He shook his head. "I have tested it on a number of subjects and none of them have shown any weird behavior." "So, it will completely change my appearance?" "Your face and other features will remain the same. The only thing that will change is your outer appearance. Why? Look at me. I have tested it on myself. Do I look the same arthritic old tattered scumbag now?" I looked him up and down once. Well, he was a scumbag but he definitely didn't looked like one. If anything else, he looked much, more handsome. Almost...sexy. "What's the catch?" I finally asked the real question and by look on his face, he wasn't expecting that. Ha! Just because I am a housewife, he thinks I am stupid and would easily fall in his game. He scrutinized me properly before replying. "There is one. And it is really necessary too." It didn't take me much time to realize what he was indicating to. "No, no way, Peter. How could you even think about it, you sonofabitch?" "But I also told you it is necessary. The medicine is too delicate to be administered orally. The body temperature, heart rate and blood pressure needs to be exactly at a precise point which can only be achieved during sex. Believe me, I have even tried to give it during exercise, but it didn't work. Somehow it is directly dependent upon our endorphin levels which are adequate only during a high emotional state which can be achieved during crying or during sex. Now you can't cry while doing exercise, do you?" I gritted my teeth as I thought it out. For once, I was really tempted to slap him again and walk out of the building but I really need this. For my whole life, I wanted to be someone everyone will look upon. And today, Peter can give me the exact same thing. Finally I looked up at him. "Okay, I will do it," I said and then immediately regretted it. What would Sam say when he knows about it? Well, screw him. If he can cheat on me with his own daughter year after year, I can easily fuck this man once. Peter beamed at me and told me lie down over the gurney, which was big enough to fit two people side by side. "First I need to examine your...well, your pussy." "My what?" what did he mean by pussy? How on earth I have a pussy cat down there? Without another word, he parted my legs and lifted up my yellow sundress up to my waist, revealing my polka dot panties. I craned my neck up to see what he is doing and blushed as he stared at my womanhood scantily clothed under the thin fabric of my panties. I tried to close my legs nut he had them parted apart firmly. He leaned down closer and sniffed in my scent, making me blush deeper. I was so much regretting this right now. He slipped his hands under the elastic bands of my panties and tugged at them and rolled then down all the way to my ankles. Now my whole mount of Venus was exposed before his hungry eyes. I saw as he stared at it hungrily, his tongue hanging out and drooping saliva. I tried to close my legs again but it didn't even twitch under his strong grip. He sniffed again, this time deeper and longer, closing his eyes to savor the aroma. Somehow, I wasn't much comfortable with his examination. I wanted it to be over soon. Then he looked up at me and in his eyes, I found a hungry animalistic stare. "Now close your eyes Melanie. And tell me if you feel anything." I did the same. I waited for sometime but didn't feel anything. "Did you feel anything here?" he asked suddenly. "No, doctor," I said. "Now?" "No, nothing." "What about here? Feel anything?" "No. Is something wrong?" He didn't reply. The seconds passed by and still nothing happened. Then suddenly I felt a cold touch right between my nether lips. I gasped suddenly and shivered from the effect. "Now? Did you feel that?" "Y-yes, doctor. I felt that," I said. The touch suddenly disappeared, and I felt a bit sad. I gasped again as the touch returned but this time it was a little lower. "What about now?" My lips were quivering as I replied. "I did." He sighed. Then without warning, he thrust a finger straight in to my cunt. I gasped loudly and clenched my legs shut. This time I didn't meet any resistance. With his hand now firmly lodged between my thighs, he started moving his fingers in my increasingly moist vagina; his thumb was rubbing my clit, sending heady sensations through my body. "Doctor...ah! What are you doing to me?" I gasped as he curled up his digit and stifled a moan as his knuckles rubbed against the sensitive skin of my inner walls. With his free hand, he parted my legs apart again, gained access to my prone mount of Venus. He leaned in and planted his mouth straight over my tingling pussy and started sucking on it making me gasp and moan again. I squirmed and tried to push him away but he had me pinned over the gurney. Damn! Why do all the guys had to be stronger than me? He slipped another finger inside my pussy and started moving them in and out very fast. I was moaning and writhing, telling him to stop but he wasn't listening. In fact, to my utter shock, I was beginning to enjoy it. His tongue was sending in strange sensations though my body and his twisting fingers were causing to form ripples across my skin. I remembered Sandy getting the same kind of treatment when she was examined by him. I never thought it would feel like this. It was almost as if I wanted him to continue it forever. Slowly I started to thrust my hips upwards, pushing my pussy further into his mouth. I was moaning and whimpering and had to bite my lips to stifle them. Then suddenly to my extreme disappointment, he stopped. He pulled out his fingers, covered in a transparent fluid and stood up. His face too, was covered with droplets of the same sticky fluid. I have a feeling that it is not sweat. "I have finished my examination and I think you are ready," he said, licking his lips, tasting the sticky fluids. "Ready for what?" I asked. "For the medication, of course!" And with that he slipped off the lab coat and placed it on his chair. Then he started unbuttoning his shirt. "I would advise you to take off your clothes too ma'am. As you have seen before, the medication is more effective if we have skin to skin contact." I nodded and took off my jacket and kept it on the hangar. "Uh...do it slowly, please?" He said. I nodded and took off my blouse, slowly, taking my time to open each button. I pulled down the zipper of my skirt and it fell down in a heap around my feet. Then I reached behind and unclasped the hook of my bra and shrugged it off me, again slowly. My panties were already off so I picked the clothes and hung it on the rack. Then I turned towards Peter. He too had stripped off all his clothes and was now to only his boxers. I looked down at his crotch and saw a huge bulge there. When he saw where I was looking, his bulge grew. A Tale of Lust and Deception "Lie down, please," he ordered. I did the same. He came and stood between my legs and parted my thighs apart. "Now I must warn you that you will a little pain at the beginning but it will go away afterwards, okay?" I nodded and he smiled and pulled down his boxers, freeing the raging monster from its cage. Now I have seen his cock before, in my last visit and knew how incredibly big it is but I could have sworn that it had grew longer and thicker since then. It had even developed more veins over it, making it look all the more lethal. I gulped down hard as I stared at the large purple head, the size of an apple. The head alone was as large as my cunt. There was no way it would fit inside me. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer so that now my butt at the edge of the gurney. Then he put his member at the entrance of my tiny hole and pushed in. I winced in pain as the head started to enter my tight cunt. He pushed again and then again, and then again, increasing his force every time. I was screaming in pain now. He spread my thighs as far they would go, which sadly was not much. I was not known to be a great fan of exercise. But this didn't stop him to thrust his cock harder inside me. After ten minutes of delirious fucking, he had his cock lodged straight up to my cervix and still more than half of his shaft was outside. "Damn!" he cursed, "You are tighter than I thought. Hold on..." He climbed up over the gurney, his elbows shaking from old age and positioned himself over me such that his chest was directly over my boobs. From this point I could see his large scrotum which concealed two hefty balls the size of grapefruits. He pulled out his cock a little and shoved it back in with a grunt, making me scream in pain. He did it again and again. It was becoming more and more painful as he with each thrust another millimeter of his inhumanly long cock disappeared inside me. He placed his palms over my small mounds and started crushing them. I now realized how much pain Sandy was going through when he was treating her like this. But she seemed to bear it quiet cheerfully. She was enjoying it. But no matter how much I tried, I couldn't share the same feeling. His shaft was splitting me apart. He was grunting like an animal with each thrust, his face contorted to form a funny look. I glanced down at his shiny, sweaty pectorals and his flat abdomen muscles covered in grey hair that receded to his thick pubic growth. His strong wrinkly hands were squeezing my small tits painfully and his muscular hips were a blur as he recklessly pumped his fuck-stick in and out of my bruised and battered pussy. Hah! I finally understood what that word meant. I tried to laugh but all that came out was a distended scream as he thrusted in a little harder. I was scared but to my surprise, I was also enjoying it. I was feeling exactly like she felt when he was examining her pussy using his fingers and mouth. I started thrusting my hips upwards every time he plunged down. We were working like a synchronous machine. Then it happened. It hit me like a million ton force. My whole body spasmed and I suddenly felt the urge to pee. My cheeks flushed as I tried to hold it back but the pressure became too huge to hold back and then I let it go. My pussy throbbed wildly and started gushing out water like fluids, throwing me up into the void. I was lost somewhere; somewhere could not be defined by any sum of words. After what seemed like a long time, I slowly opened my eyes. I realized that I had my legs wrapped around his waist tightly and it was still twitching, suffering the aftermath of my...well, whatever I went through just now. I looked up and saw the magnificent doctor smiling at me. Wait, did I just call him magnificent? What is happening to me? "Dr. Harvard, what did you just do to me?" I asked in shaky voice. His smile grew wider. "I just administered the first dose of the medication. Didn't it feel good?" I nodded. Good? It felt great! My aching hips are the proof of it. He slowly un-wrapped my legs from over him and slowly pulled his manhood out of me, making me moan. His cock was still hard as a iron bar, throbbing and buckling like it have a life of its own. Then giving me a smile, he went to his table. My eyes followed him as he made his way to the table, pulled open a drawer and fetched a couple of syringes and a glass bottle filled with some purple liquid. He walked back to the gurney. "This is X-serum. It is the medicine I was talking about earlier." I stared at the liquid in the small glass phial. It was thick and gooey and I may be wrong but it also seemed to glow in the light. He took an adequate amount into each of the syringe and knocked at the liquid to expel the air. He placed the needles on a steel table beside the gurney and told me lie back down, which I did. He climbed back on the gurney, straddling me and placed my legs over his shoulders so that now hips were no longer resting on the bed. The head of his cock was pressing lightly against my gaping, aching hole and I squirmed by the touch. "Hold still, Melanie. I want you to be very calm. I am going to fuck you again...which of course is necessary...and then I will inject the serum inside your body, okay?" I nodded, clutching the white sheet on the gurney tightly. He started moving his hips again, pushing his cock slowly inside me. My fears immediately washed as I felt the warmth of his meaty sword tearing me again. My hips bucked up automatically matching his thrusts. Sometimes he would plunge too deep or in the wrong way, bringing out a gasp and a moan out of me. OH MY GOD! I thought. HE IS SOOO HUGE!! "Easy Peter!" I said aloud. "You are tearing me apart!" "Now you are talking! I was being easy though," he chuckled. "Your cock is so huge!" "Huge?" he replied in a startled voice. "Melanie, I am not even halfway inside you!" I stopped. "Wait what?" He continued fucking me. "It's true. You are so tight; I swear to God I have never had any tighter pussy in all my life. How did Sam manage to stay away from you for all these years?" The mention of Sam's name brought an ugly tug in my gut. Suddenly I felt really guilty. I was cheating on my husband. The man I love so much in my life and I am cheating on him with another guy. The evil part inside reminded me that he too is cheating on me with my own blood daughter. But still I couldn't get the feeling out of me. I was feeling like a slut, who just liked fucking big cocks. And truly Peter's cock was big, even bigger than Sam and also much, much thicker. I realized that I would be ruining myself for Sam for the life. After today, there is no way Peter or any other man in that manner would able to satisfy me again. Do I really want this? Another thrust from him confirmed my answer. I slung my arms around his neck and pulled him closer so that his hard chest now rubbed against my breasts. I will take his cock inside me, the whole of it—Even if I have to die for it today. Peter, noticing my enthusiasm, began to fuck me harder and faster, his cock disappearing in and out of my pussy at a tremendous speed. The gurney began to shake and groan under us, its legs sliding noisily over the ground. I was screaming in ecstasy, my eyes rolling up to show only the whites. I felt the familiar feeling bubbling inside me again. I didn't know what it is called but it was wonderful. My knees became weak and my ears were throbbing from all the blood rushing into my head. He was grunting above me with each thrust, his hips moving in a blur. "Almost there..." he muttered in strained voice. Me too! I thought wildly, the wave holding behind my pink dam getting bigger and bigger. He was constantly muttering profane words in my ears, raising me higher and higher up the erotic staircase. If there was a heaven on earth, it was right here, between his legs...between my legs. Then suddenly like a calling, his huge, hairy scrotum slapped against my wrinkly, flat ass cheeks and I knew I couldn't hold it any longer. I threw my head back and let the flood wash over me, sending jolts of electricity up my spine and right to my brain. My body was twitching wildly with each jolt I felt. My lips were open in a silent scream. My eyes squeezed shut. My pussy was spasming, gushing out clear liquid like water spilling out from a glass tumbler. At the same time I felt a sharp prick right over my left nipple, followed by sudden warmth as something was plunged into it. I tried to open my eyes but it was too late. The needle was already out of my breast and it was making its way back to the table. He picked up another one and pushed the needle right into the centre of my right nipple and pressed the plunger slowly. I watched as the purple liquid made its way into my system, leaving a warm sensation behind it. He retracted the needle and put the empty syringe back on the table. He picked a third one and inserted it right at the centre of my stomach, right over my bellybutton. I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of the exotic fluid wash over me. He applied the fourth and finally the fifth dose over my thighs. After putting the syringes away, he down looked at me. I smiled at him. "So, what now?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders. "The medication is administered successfully. You have the X-serum running in your veins now." I shook my head. "I mean what about us." "Oh, that. Well, we could stop if you wish...or..." "...or...?" I said, propping myself up on my elbows. "Or we could continue what we started," he finished looking hopefully. I smiled and raised myself up to kiss him on his lips. Our tongues played with each other in our mouth for sometime before I pulled away. "Now, let's see if I could get more of this cock inside me...UUNGH!" I lifted my hips using my legs and thrusted forward onto his cock, shoving it ever deeper inside me. He moaned from the contact and grabbed the edge of the gurney tightly to keep himself stable. He then started fucking me with more vigor and restlessness. Each thrust was bringing out an illicit scream from my lips. I was holding his arms for dear life as my body rocked back and forth under him. His cock was hitting at all the right places and soon I was bubbling with an orgasm. The warmth was now spreading all over my body, leaving a fiery sensation behind. My vision was getting blurry and I could see red in my peripheral vision. My body was beginning to become numb. All I could feel was the behemoth shaft, plunging deep inside me, which held me to this world. I could barely hear his grunts and moans as he thrusted inside me like a madman. His balls were slapping loudly against my ass cheeks and I could feel them shrinking and twitching, getting ready to pump out its load. He gave few more hard and brutal thrust and then came with a loud roar. He held still as his cock throbbed and bucked wildly inside me, plastering my walls with its milky froth. He came on and on, emptying his load forever. At the same time sparks shot across my body and I came again. The seconds dragged on to minutes and the minutes dragged on to more minutes when he finally stopped. His balls stopped twitching, his cock stopped bucking and he finally relaxed. His elbows shook as he held himself up over my body on his arms, his cock still lodged deep inside me. Both our breathing was raspy and erratic. He was the first to catch his breath and he pulled himself out of me, small drops of cum still oozing out of his urethra, dripping down over the floor. He stood on his shaky elbows and plopped down on his chair in a heap. We looked at our tired bodies and shared a laugh. "That was amazing," he said, still breathing hard. "Yeah..." I replied. "And you said sex was no fun." "I said that, did I?" I did say that...not very long ago. Now that I think of it, I came upon a realization that I have held this act of sex at the bottom of my heart for too long. He was right. I yearned for the release of the sexual frustration. I always wished Sam would be there for me but...I guess I was holding onto false hopes all these years. He is never going to come to me. He is too busy fucking the brains out of my and his daughter. I have been an innocent for too long. But not anymore. Today the stupid house wife had died on that gurney and in its place has born the woman, who is better, who knows everything happening around her and who have a clear conscience. Today Melanie, the housewife has died and Melanie, the woman has born. "Hello? Earth to Melanie!" Peter's voice brought me back to reality. I shook my head to clear it. "So, how was it?" he asked. "There has never been a more beautiful experience in my life. Thank you, Peter." "Why, you're welcome!" He stood up and started dressing. I watched as he put on his boxers, his semi-rigid cock barely able to fit in the short material and I wondered how this could ever happen to me. How did I end up like this? Being here, with this man of whom I know nothing more than his name...how? "So, you want to try it again, sometime?" he asked as he finally put on his lab coat and sat on his chair. "I am not sure, Peter," I said, sitting up on the bed. "It was good. But it was only a one time deal. I enjoyed it but I am married and I still love Sam. I don't think I can cheat on him again." He looked up at me and a look of surprise and respect filled his eyes. "Melanie, you are one hard woman to figure out! I wished I had a wife like you." I smiled at the compliment. But then I realized that I don't even know if Peter is married or not. I had not seen any wedding ring on him, so must be single. I put on my heels and stood up. My legs were still weak and shaking, my eyes were burning and my vision was still blurry. My hair was all tousled up and fell over my eyes but I didn't even have the consciousness left to tie back in a ponytail. I took my leave with Peter and made my way to my car in slow wobbly steps. On the way out, I met Claire and saw her looking at me skeptically like I am some cheap whore. I ignored him and got into my car. Somehow I reached my home safely and without hurting anyone. I was still a bit dizzy when I came into my room. Without even bothering to take off my shoes, I fell down on my bed and passed out.