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Is It?

By: gamma33



Dolores pulled down her short skirt and crossed her legs, trying to ignore the man sitting across from her in the subway car. She had felt his eyes on her ever since she sat down. She had a queasy feeling that he was stalking her, even though she had never seen him before. As she felt his eyes seemingly boring right thru her clothing, she began to get that familiar tingle 'down there'.

As the train slowed down for the next station, the man across from her was nudged by his neighbor and the two stood up. It was then that Dolores realized that her feelings were unfounded, as she saw the red striped white cane that had been at his side. He was blind and hadn't seen her at all. She uncrossed her legs and the tingle died.

It had been this way ever since she had discovered her younger sister with 'that man'. They had been in the final throes of an apparent rape, as Dolores watched, Betsy was seemingly trying to fight the man off before he flooded her vagina with his sperm, but to no avail. She had watched in horror as he finally released her sister and withdrew his 'thing' from Betsy's gaping hole, now dripping with the seeds of his labor.

He had calmly tucked his now flaccid rod back into his pants and walked out of the room, right past Dolores, saying to her only, "You'll be next." Neither of the women had uttered a sound in all that time and when she went to help Betsy to her feet and straighten her clothing, Betsy had simply smiled. That had been almost two months ago and in that time, Dolores had imagined him lurking in every man she saw.

Betsy had not reported the attack to the police, nor had she taken any precautions about a possible pregnancy, something that, thankfully, did not occur. She seemed to almost relish the incident. In fact, looking back, it seemed that Betsy was almost looking forward to a repeat performance, something Dolores was trying to understand. 

When the train pulled into her station, Dolores exited the car and rushed up the stairs and down the street to her apartment house, looking all around as she mounted the stairs to the entry door. Once inside she felt a little calmer as she climbed the stairs to her apartment. Once inside, with the door chained and locked behind her, she heaved a sigh of relief.

She flicked on the lights and was half way across the room before she saw him, sitting in her overstuffed chair. She gasped in alarm, unable to scream. He simply smiled and said, "It's your turn now baby." 

Dolores stood frozen as he rose from the chair and crossed the room to her. Standing close in front of her, he reached both hands to cup her breasts and she shivered at the contact. "Don't make it difficult, sweetie, we'll just do it and I'll get out of here." 

"Ha..how did you get in here," she stammered, 

"the door was locked. Please, please, don't hurt me."

Still smiling, he said softly, "Oh, I won't hurt you, baby. I'm going make us both happy. You're going beg me to come back again, just like your baby sister did. She's one hot little bitch now that she's had a taste of it. Can't seem to get enough of it." 

"No, no, that's not true. She'd never want to see you again."

"Hey, sweetie, where'd you think I got the key to your place? How'd you think I knew where you lived? She just wants to share the wealth. Besides, she's got the rag on now and I really need to get my ashes hauled." He paused long enough to pull the zipper down to open his pants fly. He reached through the opening and withdrew his cock, it was standing straight out from his groin. As Dolores gazed in amazement at the fleshy, fat, purpled headed rod, it seemed to pulse like a beating heart. "Ain't it a beauty? Go ahead, baby, touch it, it don't bite."

Involuntarily she reached out to grasp it in one hand, finding it to be hot, so hot it almost burned her hand. At the same time it felt like velvet and she couldn't help but stroke it gently. "That's it, baby. Don't it feel nice?"

Dolores jerked her hand back, releasing the firm rod. She couldn't believe she had actually touched it. she was also aware of something happening 'down there' on her body, a feeling of wetness, so much so it was running down her thigh. Maybe she had to pee and she was leaking. "I've got to use the bathroom," she muttered, making a move in that direction. He followed close behind, preventing her from closing and locking the door.

"Go ahead and pee," he said. "Betsy likes me to stand and watch her pee."

She turned her back to him and reached under her skirt to pull her panties down. "Give 'em to me," he ordered and Dolores found herself kicking them off and handing them to him. "Now go ahead and pee."

She raised the cover and sat down and immediately piss flowed with a loud splash into the bowl. She looked up to see he had his face buried in the crotch of her white cotton panties, inhaling the odor while he watched her pee. She felt both revulsion and more of that tingle 'down there'.

Dolores grabbed up a wad of toilet paper and reached down to wipe herself, finding her nether lips swollen and sensitive. Her body jerked violently as the paper touched her pleasure bud. She couldn't help it, she was getting excited at the thought that she was going to be raped. She hadn't had a sexual encounter in over a year.

"Come on, baby, it's time and my cock is beginning to hurt, it's so hard. Where do you want it, here on the floor or on your bed?"

She snapped out of the daze she had found herself in. "Uh..uh, please, on my bed." She got up from the toilet and brushed by him and he followed, going into her bedroom. With her back to the bed, she asked half heartedly, "Sh..should I take my clothes off now?"

"Naw, just lay down and spread your legs, this ain't love makin', I'm just gonna get my rocks off."

Dolores did just as he demanded, hiking up her skirt to reveal her naked pussy, She closed her eyes, feeling the bed move as he got into position to fuck her. She didn't even wince as she felt his cock slide right into her vagina, wet from anticipation. "Jeez, babe, I think you really want this, don't you," he muttered as he began pumping his cock in and out.

Dolores couldn't help herself as her legs just automatically rose to dig her heals into his firm buttocks, urging him on. To her dismay it didn't last long and with one last hard plunge, he buried his cock as deep as he could and she felt it throbbing as his cum spewed into her.

For several minutes he remained in her until his hardness began to soften. Dolores opened her eyes as he withdrew. The man hadn't even taken his pants off and she watched as he calmly tucked his now flaccid rod back in his pants and pulled the zipper up. "Thanks, babe. That wasn't so bad now, was it. I'll tell Betsy that you're every bit as good a fuck as she is." With that, he left the room and a moment later she heard the apartment door open then close as he left.

Dolores lay there for a minute, unsatisfied and now needing to cum herself. Reaching down between her legs she found his gooey cum oozing from her vagina. Using some of it as a lubricant, she began rubbing her swollen bud to gain the satisfaction he had denied her. After several minutes, as she felt her climax approaching, she dug her heels into the bed spread to buck her hips up, sobbing audibly as she attained her release.

Even though she strained to make the wonderful feeling last, with her legs clasped tight to hold her hand in place, just like his orgasm, hers was soon over and she collapsed on the bed.

As Dolores lay there in the after glow, she couldn't help hoping that he kept the key to her apartment for a return. Next time, she'd make sure that he'd finish the job to her satisfaction, just as Betsy must be doing. 

Is It a Deal or Not?



"If I fix the car and wash it, then will you?" I asked.

"Oh for goodness sake OK, OK," she replied in that weary voice of submission.

Mom had been sort of promising me a special meal for a week or more and hadn't yet done it and then out of the blue I got the idea of taking off a spark plug cap and so she had trouble starting and running the car. 

It was difficult to start at the shopping precinct and then it stalled at the traffic lights.

I could use 'fixing' the car as an added lever to get my special meal.

My Pa had run off with the office bitch and had apparently been fucking her twice a day everyday for months by the time they decided to take off and fuck full time instead of part time. Where they went no one seemed to know, but we were all better off by not having him around.

I had finished college and as a temporary job I worked at the local bakery owned by a distant uncle. Early starts and late evenings made me permanently tired and I always seemed to be yawning and cat napping.

I had my eye on one of the sales girls in the shop and tried my damnedest to squeeze her ass every day, usually without success.

I had singled her out mainly because she was a Mom look-alike. She had huge tits and shapely legs and a moderate waist and a nice rounded globular ass -- perfect in my book.

It didn't matter whether I looked at Mom or Ann her look-alike, I was hard all the time.

I drove the car into our garage and lifted the bonnet, clipped the stay in place and leaned over the front grille to get at the spark plug cap. I felt my increasing hard, press against the cool metal and pushed harder, rubbing it back and forth. First it was Mom then it was Ann, both of them seemed so willing to please me in every way.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, which startled me.

"How's it going?" said Mom.

"Its going good, although you startled me there some," I said "don't creep up like that." and I laughed " and don't forget the special meal uh?"

"OK," she said and absent mindedly rubbed my shoulder and back with the flat of her hand.

Her hand slipped to my waist and I half turned so she could get her arm all the way round me. It felt real good and I slipped slightly sideways against her.

Her right tit was pressed hard into my left arm and I could feel the ridges of her bra rubbing on my arm. I half glanced at her tits as they pushed against me and my cock pulsed with excitement. It had a mind of its own as it jumped and pulsed inside my boxers. I even had to ease back from the car as my jeans tightened against its strain. I took another look at those huge mounds and caught her looking down at my hard cock, which by now stood out like a lighthouse in the front of my pants.

"I must get on and get my jobs done," she said as she turned to go back into the house.

"Yeh OK," I said as I half turned to look at her ass as she swayed out through the side door.

I rearranged my cock in my pants, by putting my hand down the front of my jeans and boxers, moving it so it was laying diagonally across the front of my jeans.

There stood in the doorway was Mom watching me doing this.

"I'll come back a little later with a coffee," she said, giggling as she turned round to go out.

"Yeh, OK," I said .

Damn I said to myself I didn't want her to see what a problem I was having.

I replaced the faulty spark plug top and twisted the cables back into a neat bundle again as they had been before. My cock was throbbing and aching as my mind worked overtime between Mom and Ann. I looked round to check no one was there and undid my zip,reaching in my boxers for my cock. 

I pulled him out through the opening and proceeded to give him a good thrashing with my hand, jerking him fast then slow. 

I took only seconds to get there and I stretched back with my back arching over and my eyes closing as a jet of creamy cum shot out of my cock and onto the workbench some 3 feet away. Another string of cum followed the first and I jerked at my cock until I had no more to come. I opened my eyes and gently stroked the last drops out of my slit. It was then that I noticed that there was a shadow from the door. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mom stood in the doorway, coffee in one hand and the other pushing and tugging at her left nipple. I continued to stroke my meat as my hard gradually subsided.

I pushed my cock into my boxers and started to zip up my jeans as Mom gathered herself together and stepped into the garage with the coffee.

Her face, neck and the front of her upper chest area were a bright pink and she was definitely flushed.

"Thanks for that Mom," I said as she turned almost immediately to go back out.

"That's OK," she said and as I looked at her I could see she was as hot as hell.

I took a sip of the hot coffee, she hadn't put any sugar in and rather than shout her back, I went towards the kitchen to put some in myself.

I had only gone a few steps out of the garage when I heard that lovely sound of finger on wet pussy. There in the corner of the kitchen was Mom with her finger in her pants and her jeans undone rubbing her clitty for all she was worth. Boy was she wet, the noise of her finger slopping in and out of her pussy and then rubbing back and forth across her wet clitty were awesome.

I looked through the quarter open doorway at this gorgeous sight. Her other hand slid up and into her blouse and grabbed at her tit, rubbing at her nipple with a fierce grip. Her fingers grew ever more frantic and she screwed her eyes up tight.

She tugged and pulled at her nipple stretching it out way beyond her bra and twisting it fiercely. Her jeans slid slowly to the floor and her white cotton pants gently slipped down her long smooth legs as she rubbed at her clitty. A shiny trace of fluid ran down the inside of her left leg as she carried out her mission. She groaned very slightly and twisted her whole body back against the kitchen units, as she spread her knees wider and her frantic rubbing eventually brought her to a shuddering climax.

She continued to stroke her now bright red clitty slowly and more gently. My cock pulsed back into a raging hard as I peeked at this golden spectacle through the half open door.

My head wanted me to take out my cock and walk into the kitchen, the sensible me said just watch and who knows.

She opened her eyes and bent forward to pull up her pants and jeans. I slipped back out to the garage with the clear vision of her pussy burned into my retina.

What was I going to do now, I had her car to test, I had an absolutely terrific hard on and yet my mind was scrambled.

It was no use me getting my cock out I would come almost instantly. I would leave my throbbing hard in my jeans and let it slowly rub on the ever tight cotton of my boxers.

"Phone!" she shouted to me.

"What?" I said in a startled and surprised voice.

"The phone, for you .....well ....," She retorted.

I hurried into the hallway and picked up the handset.

"Hi ... oh hi ... yes nice to hear from you" I said "how was the trip?" I asked.

As the friend told me of his trip to South America I looked down to see my jeans taught and tented with my rigid cock trying its best to drill out into clear air.

"Yeh right ... Ok ... you tell me when and I'll come over ... OK bye for now," I said and put the handset back on the wall phone.

Mom was looking at me from the kitchen doorway and her eyes couldn't have failed to have lowered to my stunning cock.

"Who was that?" she asked with a wry smile on her face.

"It was Adam, you know the college friend who went on the year trip to South America, the Peruvian jungle and all that ...," I blurted.

"Oh yes Adam, the blonde hulk with the abs to die for," she giggled.

"Mom!" I yelled back at her.

"Ok, Ok," she responded "don't get your pants in a twist ... well . not anymore than they are already."

That did it, I knew she knew, but that confirmed she had been gazing at my cock and loving it.

She turned back into the kitchen and softly laughed as she did.

I fixed the car and started it just to make sure I had undone my little 'fix' I put in earlier. It started on the button and purred sweetly just as it always had done.

My tiredness started to overcome me and I drifted into the lounge and spread out on the couch with my legs dangling over the end of the arm.

In what must have been seconds I was away into a deep sleep.

The dull light of dusk peered in through the bay window as the reading lamp in the corner flickered on, on the automatic time switch. Mom was sat in the armchair near the window gazing over at me as I stirred from what must have been 2 or 3 hours of sleep.

She had changed into a blue skirt and a white blouse, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra as her brown nipples pressed tightly against the sheer cotton of the blouse.

I half opened my eyes again and looked over towards her.

"Wow you were tired, weren't you?" she said.

"You bet I am, this bakery game is almost killing me, early starts and hard work, thank god I got a good degree so I don't have to do this permanently," I drolled as I rolled onto my side.

I wiped my mouth as I appeared to be dribbling and saliva ran down my chin. I felt in my pocket for a handkerchief and it was then that I realised that another reason why Mom was looking so intently at me was the size of my cock bulge sticking out from my jeans.

Taking the opportunity to wrestle with it and get a handkerchief at the same time was neither subtle nor easy and as I lay my stiff cock sideways in my boxers and drag out the handkerchief, she gently smiled at me.

Having wrestled it sideways it now decided that it wanted to stand up straight and as I wiped my mouth I thought I felt it push up under my belt and out into the open air.

I looked down to see that it had in fact pushed up out of my boxers and the mushroom head, all purple and dark red showed just above my loose jeans waistband.

I quickly stretched out and yanked the waistband up and over it, putting my handkerchief back in my pocket all in one move.

As I rolled back over towards Mom I could see her squirming in the armchair and her nipples growing harder and harder.

She gently unbuttoned the front of her blouse and slowly pulled out each tit from the sides of the blouse so they were now fully exposed to my view. At almost the same time she slid her right hand up her right leg and as she did her skirt rode up her leg exposing her pubic mound which was fully exposed. She wasn't wearing any briefs at all.

My cock jumped to double attention and started on its way out of the waistband.

She slid her fingers into her pussy and started to work at it, just the way she had done in the kitchen earlier in the day.

She pushed her left tit up so that she could get her tongue and lips onto the nipple and she sucked noisily at the brown and pink nipple.

This was all too much for me and I undid the zipper on my jeans and yanked the boxers down to my knees and took hold of my throbbing cock in my fist.

I started a slow steady rhythm in time with her actions on her pussy.

Together some 10 feet apart we jerked and rubbed at our own pussy and cock in time and together the smell of rigid sex filled the air. I started to speed up the rhythm and she followed suit. 

Almost it seemed without warning I twisted onto my back and a thick string of creamy white spunk shot high into the air and landed on my pubic hair and fist as I slowly dragged every last drop of spunk out of my balls.

Her groan made me turn my head to see her twitching and writhing as she sunk her fingers into her pussy with one hand and rub her clitty with the other hand, her ass rising and falling in the seat as the spasms grabbed her and made her turn and twist. She kept going for what seemed like an age and long after I had blown my last load she was still feeling the after shocks of a long and beautiful come. My cock wilted almost straight away and she slowly moved her hand gently over her clit and pussy as she came back down to earth again.

"Wow, that looked beautiful from over here," I said in a low and gentle voice.

"It was sensational from what I looked at over here," she said in a quiet sexy voice.

She was still slumped low in the chair as she buttoned up her blouse, pulled down her skirt, got up and walked over to me, kissed my forehead and said

"Thanks for that my angel."

"Thank you my darling," I responded and she kissed me again.

... and to think my bastard father had left this gorgeous creature for some lousy slag, only made it all seem better for me.

As long as we both never saw him again I reckon that this could be the start of a whole new chapter.



Is It A Need Or A Want



Sometimes the need is so great, you just have to accept the ramifications of what you are going to do, and hope for the best. That's a fancy way of saying, a hard dick and full balls can change the way you do business.

I was going to walk downstairs and into the kitchen totally naked. I was not going to bring a bathrobe, tee shirt or anything to cover up with if I chickened out at the last seconds. I needed to do this, but it was beyond embarrassing. I was going to presenting myself to her naked, hard, shaved and dripping. I also had a hair scrunchy around the top of my balls pulling them down and into a tight package below my bobbing cock. I was then going to ask her to not make me cum. I was going to ask her to tease me right to the edge of orgasm a couple of times, tease me for the rest of the day and make me wait. I was also hoping my exposed and vulnerable balls would be irresistible to squeezing and swatting. I was going to tell her the next time I came, hopefully that night, I needed to cum in her. Then I wanted her to tell me to go down on her and lick up all my sperm. I wanted no choice, I wanted to be forced to lick my cum from her pussy. I had swallowed my cum before, but not often, so this conversation was going to be pretty embarrassing.

As I headed down the stairs I squeezed my now purple cock one more time milking a large drop of lubricant to the tip. There was now a string of pre-cum hanging 3 inches from the end of my cock.

I turned the corner and heading toward the kitchen. I could feel my skin flush as I turned red, my heart was pounding, I was scared she may freak out. I needed to cum badly, but I hoped she wouldn't let me.

She was shocked, thought my tied balls looked uncomfortable but squeezed them as I had hoped. As she squeezed, I spread my legs offering better access, she looked at me questioningly. I said, "swat it", she smiled and she did, hard, five or six times, balls and cock flying with each hit. It felt great. It turned out she was more amused than freaked and agreed no orgasms until she told me it was OK, and then, yes, I could licking her clean of my sperm. She smiled as she looked at my extremely aroused state. She squeezed my exposed balls fairly hard and held me close. The rest of the day was spent with aching testicles, a partially to raging hard cock and six sessions of being brought right to the edge of orgasm and denied release. Each time I was totally naked, each time she was completely dressed. She had never been so engaged in my teasing and denial, I have never been happier.

Each time I had to stop her before I came. She found that very entertaining that I would actually tell her to stop when I was so close to an orgasm. On each occasions my hips humped the air as my cock bounced and strained lewdly, right on the edge of release.

Even when not hard, my cock looked as though it needed to cum. Slightly puffed up, a purple hue and very sensitive. It was my balls that actually gave me the most problem, aching and sore, partially from the hard squeezing and slapping, but mostly because of the need to cum. I was totally aware of my cock and balls all day, hardly a minute went by without a twitch, ache or the feeling of wetness as another drop of lubricant dripped from the head.

When I finally did get to cum I knew it was going to be a huge load, saved up for almost a week and then from being teased all day.

Late in the day, she asked me how I wanted to do it. I told her I wanted to make love to her and cum in her. Then I wanted her to straddling my face. Pause for a moment two inches from my mouth and let some sperm drip into my mouth and onto my face. I wanted the reality of what I was about to do sink in. Then she should face fuck me, telling me to eat it all, to lick it all and to taste my cum and her pussy. I wanted her to control the action and I wanted her to be the aggressor. I wanted her to cum on my mouth and I wanted the taste of my sperm and her pussy in my mouth all night. I also wanted her to talk to me about being her cum eater, to ask me if I liked it and to tell me she would teach me to love eating my cum

Yes, that was the most embarrassing conversation I have ever had, yes I was naked and yes my bobbing cock was more accurate than a lie detector on showing how I felt about the whole thing. I absolutely loved it.

She just smiled and said OK. She kissed me and put her tongue in my mouth. God, I almost came then and there without her touching me!

After dinner we decided to go out to have a few drinks with friends. Actually, my wife was going to have a few drinks, I was going to stay totally sober to act as our designated driver. She also wanted me to be totally aware of the evening on every level knowing how horny I was. We had a lot of fun and flirted with each other and laughed and chatted with our friends. On the drive home she lightly rubbed my cock through my pant as we talked. She was just high enough to be in a slutty mood, I was so horny and in need of an orgasm, I didn't need any alcohol to be in a slutty mood.

When we got inside she leaned against me and kissed my neck and told me she was going to watch a little television. Could I fix her a drink and bring it to her...naked.

I enter the room and she is relaxing on the couch watching late night television. I hand her the drink, she strokes my cock. She says, "I'd like to cum"

Without a word, I slowly undress her, kissing her body. Finally she is naked, legs spread. Now it's time for my favorite thing in the world, licking her pussy. Slowly, her taste is fantastic, I want her cum to be intense, not too quick. It's not my choice, she cums more quickly than I anticipated. It is an intense orgasm, and no matter how much she enjoyed it, I enjoyed it more. After a moment she says, "Let's go upstairs". I pick up our scattered clothing and follow after her to our bedroom.

When I reach the bedroom she is lying on the bed with her knees up and wide apart. "Do you still want to do this?"

"Yes", is all I can mutter. "This", of course, is eating my cum.

"You have to stand there and tell me exactly what you want"

She now knew how much I enjoyed my private humiliation, it was now part of my turn on.

"I want to make love to you and then I want you to make me lick my cum from your pussy"

"If you want to lick your cum from my pussy, why don't you just do it?"

"Because I always chicken out, I lose my desire to after I cum."

"Your desire will have nothing to do with it tonight. But why do you want me to make you do it? Why would you ever want to eat your own cum?"

"I don't really, but in my minds eye, it's the ultimate in submitting to you. I obviously like it when you're in control, I like being shaved and naked and hard for you, I like it when you squeeze my balls or swat my cock. Being made to swallow cum is the ultimate in proving my submissiveness to you. To do it at your command or at least if you tell me, would be great"

She smiles, looks at me and rolls over and gets up on her knees, ass in the air. "I think sticking your tongue up my ass is the ultimate in submission so get over here and lick me"

I get on the bed and spread her ass cheeks and give her asshole a tentative lick.

You look back at me and say, "Oh, come on...get your tongue up there"

I do as I'm told and really start getting into being your personal ass licker. This goes on for 10 minutes with my tongue in her ass and my fingers in her pussy and my cock bobbing and leaking.

You pull away and get up on your knees. "I think another sign of your submission is my squeezing your balls. How about I do a little ball squeezing, would you like that?"

"I like ball squeezing and cock and ball swatting too?" 

You smile, look at me and say, "Sure, cock and ball slapping, I can add that to my repertoire you little perv. The cock swatting is new huh?"

"Yea, you did it to me a while ago and I really liked the way it felt, and the fact you were doing it."

I get on my knees, spread my legs and push my hips forward. "I'd think you are going to want to slap my balls more than my cock or you may make me cum." Yes, I actually said, stick to slapping my balls. Maybe I was a pervert!

"We wouldn't want you spraying your cum all over the place would we, you wouldn't be able to lick it up then. Why don't you close your eyes so you don't know what I'm going to do. It will make it more interesting"

I close my eyes and wait. She lightly kisses my neck, pinches a nipple and squeezed my balls before she begins.

"Do you like the nipple tweaking?" She has both nipples pinched and pulled at the moment.

I growl, "Oh God yes."

The first swat is on the head of my cock, fairly hard. I let out a moan as my cock swings from side to side and I reflexively pull my hips back. I immediately push them forward again wanting another swat. This time it's from the other side, with the same reaction from me. It only hurts a little but not knowing when and where I'll be hit and being so exposed and venerable makes my cock even harder.

She notices and says, "I can't believe you're getting even harder, you're cock looks great" 

My cock beating continues for a few minutes with neck kisses and nipple pinching mixed in. I am slipping into sub-head space and moaning pretty loudly with each swat, pinch and kiss.

The next swats are from under my balls, hitting both of them at the same time. Not too hard but hard enough to get the desired effect from me.

"Would you like me to hold my cock up so you can get a better swat at my balls?"

You laugh, "You are such a slut, yes, hold your cock against your stomach"

I press my cock against my stomach and she quickly swats once from the right, I push my hips forward, and once from the left. I am breathing very heavy now. There is a slight tremble in my legs and arms.

My ball swatting continues for five or six more swats, left, right middle.

"Let go of your cock." I do and she swats just the head, down. She waits for the bobbing to stop and my hips to push forward again. Five, six, seven swats down, I have to tell her to stop or I'll cum.

"Open your eyes". I do and look at my cock. I have never seen it so hard, red with abuse and pulsing. I look into her eyes and say, "Oh my God, look at what you do to me."

She looks down and then back at me with a wicked smile. "Yea, I know, it's pretty amazing. Get on your hands and knees and close your eyes again."

I can feel her moving behind me. I spread my legs so she has access to my hanging balls.

"Put your head on the bed and get ready, these are going to be a little harder. Tell me if it's too much I really don't want to hurt you...too bad."

She spreads my ass cheeks and says, "Some day I'm going to fuck that ass, would you like that?"

Before I can answer she swats my balls pretty hard.

"Uph" I push my hips back and my ass up ready for another hit.

"You didn't answer me"

Another hard swat to my swinging cock this time.

"YES, yes, I'd like that"

"You'd like what?" Swat! Back to my balls

"I'd like you to fuck my ass"

Swat! Now my cock, it slaps against my stomach and bobs.

"I knew you would. You really are such a slut.

Another 8 to 10 swats from behind, alternating between my tender balls and hard and hanging cock. She ends with some firm pumps of my prick and a firm ball squeezing.

"Why don't you rest for a minute, I'll get us some water."

I fall onto my stomach.

"Back up on your knees and keep your legs spread. I want you just like this when I return" 

I put my head down to relax, my breathing heavy, cock bouncing and dripping as I looked between my legs and rest. My cock is parallel to the bed, not hanging down. God!

She returned with water and a rubber glove. She walks into the bathroom and back.

"Spread your ass for me"

I reached back and spread my ass cheeks, highly embarrassed by exposing my asshole to her on my knees, head on the bed.

I heard her putting on the glove, then felt cool lubricant being rubbed into my asshole.

"For the next few minutes, we're going to concentrate on your asshole. I'm going to take your virgin asshole, you're going to ask me to, aren't you? Look right at me as ask me to do it." She moves to the side of the bed and puts her face close to the mattress so I can see her better.

I turn my head to face her and say, "Please, finger fuck my asshole"

She smiles.

"I think I can work up to a couple of fingers, what you think"

"I would like you to fuck me." I said, honestly but with total embarrassment.

"You're going to have to buy me a toy to really fuck you with. For now though, we'll get you started with my fingers."

With that she returns to between my legs and slips a finger all the way in, in one slow, deep thrust. I groaned. 

Within a few minutes I had been penetrated deeper and spread wider than I ever thought possible. I pushed back hard, trying to get her deeper. I feel like a total slut. I looked back at her, naked with her fingers inside of me and said, "Honey, I love you".

You push deeper into my asshole and wiggles her fingers, "I know."

I moan and close my eyes again.

"Are you ready for your cum?"



Is it a Wishful Dream?



Many thanks to Angel Love for editing this story.

*

My wife Helene had a nightmare. She started wriggling back and forth in our bed before she began sobbing, "No David, no, no, not in my ass. No David, not in the ass. No never, not even my husband is allowed to do that. No, no. In the pussy, yes, yes, oh yes. Take me to the clouds. Yes, you are so big and hard. Give it to me. Yes. Oh David oh. Not so rough, no, yes, yes, moooore, more, harder David, harder, ooooh David oh. Oh." 

What should I do? Wake her up or continue listening and perhaps get some clues about what her dream was about. I didn't do anything to stop her dream and she fell into normal sleep again.

The next morning I told her that she must had some kind of nightmare because she been wriggling round in the bed and shouted no, no, no several times. I asked what she had dreamed about. She got a strange look on her face before she told me that she had a slight memory of some dream about having problems with some drunken pussy hound who didn't give up his attempts before the girls got him thrown out of the bar.

Can't help it but the look on her face told me that she remembered much more of her dream and her answer gave me a strange feeling that she lied on purpose. The only David who I knew had some connection to Helene. He was her ex-boyfriend, whom she had dumped after his second cheating before she and I had met. But she had been alone in her old hometown during the last weekend where two parties were held for her childhood friend Linda who was going to be married and move away from town. First, "The last girls night out with the old gang" on Friday night and then Linda's engagement party on Saturday evening. Could she really have been involved in a classic reunion story; a beautiful wife visits her old hometown for some kind of reunion, meets her old ex and after a few drinks they want to live their old memories again. Hard to believe after they had not seen each other more than a few minutes now and then during the last sixteen years, at least as far as I knew, but anything is possible these days.

I am Kenneth Persson, a 42-year-old engineer working at my Scandinavian hometown water purification plant. This story began one Saturday evening sixteen years ago in a pub line. At that time I was living together with my girlfriend Jenny but she had been away from home for almost five months now for her studies to be nurse. She had told me so many different excuses for not coming home for the last four week ends that I didn't care any longer. I met Helene in the line, we began to talk and after only a few minutes I understood that I had found a real "Bingo" and had no need to go in to the crowded pub. Instead I suggested dinner at the best place in town. She accepted. I used my cell phone and was happy to get a table there and a taxi.

Helene was new in town and had got transferred from the local office in her hometown to the main office of the insurance company where she worked. To my good luck the main office was in my hometown. Helene had newly split up from a long time relation with her boyfriend and wanted to get away from him because of his cheating habits. 

After a pleasant dinner she came with me to my apartment, where she chilled out. She noted Jenny's things there and it was clear that she didn't believe me when I tried to explain that Jenny was my ex but none of us had time to clear her things away yet. Instead of the expected great sex, we had some pleasant chat.

The next morning I went to a super market, bought cardboard boxes and packed all of Jenny's belongings in these before I rang Jenny and told her what I had done. Jenny sounded happy instead of sorry and confessed that she had met a handsome young doctor some weeks ago and hoped that I too would meet somebody. I told her I had and we agreed that our relationship was history. No hard feelings from either side.

I rang Helene at her job and planned a new date. Once again she came with me to my apartment and when she found out that I had told her the truth about Jenny, she gave me the sweetest smile I ever had seen on a girl's face and told me, "What the hell are we waiting for?"

I had never before undressed two people so fast as I did that very day. It was a matter of seconds before both of us were naked; I was between her spread legs and had entered her wet but still tight vibrating pussy. Helene was a great fuck, the best in my life. Compared to her Jenny could only be remembered as a pale shadow. I understood that a man can only hope to meet such a good fuck once in a lifetime and therefore did my best to satisfy her so she wanted to see me for more dates. 

It had been a surprisingly easy game getting into her panties, but I had some unspoken doubts about us living together. But surprisingly she suggested us sharing the rent for one apartment instead of paying two. Only a complete idiot would have said no. Everything between us went much better than expected. I didn't find any valid reason to have objections when Helene began to talk about marriage after we had been living together for two years. We did it and within a few years we were an average family with two daughters, nice house, two cars and a heavy mortgage. 

Helene had a good taste for clothes and kept her body in nice shape even after she had our children. Her first promotion at the job came sooner than expected and caused some shit talk behind her back until it was clear for everybody that she was the right person for the new job. She did a good job and got accepted by her fellow workers. At home we were happy to have much fewer quarrels than most other couples we knew. 

So far we had only one serious quarrel when Helene had gotten too boozed up at a company party without invited spouses eight years ago. One of her fellow workers rang me from the party and told me that if I didn't want my wife being fucked by "Mincing Michael," once a famous hockey star, today with a reputation of successful salesman and eager pussy hound, I had to get there quick as hell to stop it. To my great luck the party was held at an easy reachable hotel just outside the town center. I got there within a few minutes, rushed into the party with a pair of pruning shears in my pocket.

I was told where to find Helene and the horny bastard. I found them in the darkest area of the place where they were necking in a booth. Two of his supporters, one with a camera stood next to the table so it was difficult for the other guests to see what Michael did with Helene. The creep with the camera obviously expected Michael to do some nasty things with her right there in the booth. They didn't notice me before I had taken the camera and thrown it on the floor and hit Michael on his head with the pair of pruning shears so he got groggy. 

Before anybody could stop me I had dragged him to the floor, opened his flyer waved the pair of pruning shears in the air and shouted, "You have fucked your last married women." 

Then several other guests reacted, jumped on me and locked my arms. Helene, who was shocked by my interference, was crying loudly. I had caused a real mess, indeed. Helene's boss barked as a mad dog and accused me for the worst scandal during his time at the company. 

One of the middle level bosses who liked Helene had suspected that something was wrong and took their bottle of white wine from the ice bucket and sent the wine to a lab the next day.

Before I was thrown out of the party one of her fellow workers promised to take care of the hysterical Helene and take her home the next day. She and her husband came with a very regretful Helene about ten o'clock the next morning and left as soon as I had convinced them that I had no intentions of hurt her. 

Helene begged me to forgive her and when she told me what she had been drinking during the evening I suspected that Michael had added something to the wine on the sly. I knew that even one of her bosses had suspected the same thing and the wine would be sent for lab tests. I decided to wait and see what came out of that. Anyway, I was in love with Helene who was a good wife and mother to our two children. That is why it wasn't too difficult to forgive her and after a few chilly and silent days our marriage got back to its happy level again.

Michael had worse problems after the party. The lab test showed Helene's wine had been "spiked" with extra alcohol to more than double the strength. The reason why Helene didn't notice that extra strength was that the wine was"Retsina" from Greece with a strong taste of resin. Helene's job is an important customer to that hotel, so they demanded an investigation of the matter and got the barman to confess that Michael had bribed him to fix the wine. 

Michael's two supporters confessed that they had been helping Michael to bring a drunken women to his apartment once before and got rewarded with using her after Michael had his fill . All three of them got a serious last warning at their job. Michael's reputation changed from an envied womanizer to a disgusting creep who nowadays had to use dirty tricks to get any pussy. 

The local gossip was that I had succeeded in doing what I intended to do with the pruning shears and Michael had been forced to change his name to "Michaela," which had become his new nickname among his acquaintances. He got enough of our town and left it soon after a gang of tipsy "girls night out" girls had met him at a single bar, demanded to see if he had a real or artificial penis. When he refused they had simply laid him down on the dance floor for closer investigation. The shameful treatment made his penis shrink. The tiny size had caused so much laughing among all the girls who were there that from that moment he was a laughing stock among local girls and his usual simple seductions were gone with the wind.

But now I couldn't get Helene's dream from my mind and collected available information about this David Brillmann. Thanks to his rather unusual name it was easy to find him in the public registers. Within a short time I knew that he had been four months in jail for beating his ex-wife and further two months for drunk driving. For the time being he was unemployed and had not gotten his driving license back. By using some connections I even succeeded in getting some local gossip via a friend working at a company with customers in David's hometown. His months in jail had not been any disadvantage for him in his relations with women. There are many "jail-bird groupies" even married women, who of some unexplained reason, get dragged to such a nasty bastard for kinky sex. 

At home after a bowling game I told Helene a story that I had met a guy from her hometown who knew both her and her ex boyfriend David Brillmann, who had been in jail for "lady boxing" and drunk driving. Then I continued, "And now that disgusting coward is some kind of idol among the local 'jail bird groupies'. Did you met him during the party with the old gang?"

She was surprised, got a strange look on her face and replied after a slight hesitation, "He was at the same bar as we for some time but he didn't say much to me. Why do you ask?"

"Didn't he try to persuade you to join his 'fan club'?"

"Of course not, he knows I'm married."

"That's not any obstacle for him. But I really hope that you could resist the temptation to 'play with the fire' with such a creep. You know how you can be after too many drinks."

Now she got angry and shouted, "Are you accusing me for something?"

"No, but have to say what I've been told about your friends. Did you know about his bad habits against women?"

"Not before some of the girls at the party told me when we saw him at the bar."

Nothing more was said about David until she got a nice card from Linda's parents in which Mrs. Helene Person was invited to the wedding between their daughter Linda and Kim Anderson. It was obvious that only she was invited, which is against all good manners and a serious humiliation against the uninvited part of a married couple. I suggested her to say "No thank," which most wives would had done without any hesitation, but she refused to do that and got me arguing with her.

I asked her, "What in the hell is going on in that damn town? Be sure that I'll find it out."

She got angry and shouted, "Doesn't Linda have a right to invite whoever she wants?"

"Yes, and I'm going to find out if that damn scumbag David Brillmann is invited and supposed to sit next to you and probably even have a pleasant night together without me interfering."

"You've got David as a ghost in your brains."

"Be sure that I'll find out. The church is a public place open for all and I can volunteer for a job at the hotel where the party is held."

"If you dare to do that, I'll file for divorce."

"OK by me because I'm doing the same thing if I find out that something is going on between you and that coward 'lady-boxer' David." 

"Why in the hell have you got David on your mind?"

"Birds are singing"

"Why do you believe more on some faked rumors than on me? What can I do to get you back to your common senses again?"

"Please stay away from that damn wedding."

"Never."

"OK, it's your choice and you know the price."

Nothing more was said and it was the first time either of us had mentioned the word "divorce" during our few quarrels. I couldn't help it but her dream and the strange wedding invitation had me on the warpath. Though she had a cell phone and e-mail at her job I bugged our home phone and hid one of those new electronic small sized sound operated recording items in her car. Not much hope to get anything on any of them but better to do something than nothing at all.

The first week I didn't get anything useful from any of them. Then the second week some Annelie phoned Helene and talked about what to wear on the wedding. After much talk about clothes Annelie asked her, "I heard you are coming without your husband."

Helene replied, "Yes he can't get away from his job that weekend."

"Sorry to hear that. How is he? Do you still love him after all these years?"

"Yes I do, he is OK."

"Don't do anything stupid then. David is bragging about getting you back. Stay away from that scumbag for heaven's sake. It's not worth that. Ask me, I've paid a high price for my damn stupid 'bonus fucking' with the cute lawyer I met at the daycare. To be honest, the only thing I got was some excitement but lost the best man I ever met. Believe me, it still hurts like hell when I see him with his new wife." 

"I'm sorry to hear that you still miss him."

Then Helene began talking about some other matter again. Now I had become even more convinced that something was going on where Linda was playing an important part.

Only three days later I got a real bingo. Our neighbor Sandra's dog got sick and she had to take it to the vet. Her husband was away on a business trip, so Helene went to her house for babysitting. The phone rang and a woman with a sexy voice introduced her as Annelie and wanted talk to Helene. I told her that I was Helene's husband and if she had rang about the wedding, I had some questions if she didn't mind.

She didn't and began with the best possible opening, "Linda is very sorry you can't come to her wedding."

"Linda is a damn lying bitch. I'm not invited because Helene seems to prefer to be there with a creep named David Brillmann instead of me and she can stay there forever. I don't want her back."

"Oh my God, I don't believe what I hear."

"May I ask you what happened at that "last night" party? I know that Helene met that jailbird at a bar. Did she spend the night with him?"

"I only know that they danced a few tunes and talked a lot at the bar but I don't know what happened afterwards because I had to go home because I'm a single mom and my babysitter rang me and wanted go home. So I left the party first of all."

"How about the wedding, do you know if the other spouses are invited?"

"Of course they are. Linda wants to have a big wedding this time. I think she did it at the town hall her previous time. Both Linda and Kim have plenty of money so they can afford it."

"So the only reason why I'm not invited is Helene's secret dream to be beaten up and get rough sex with that asshole David while she is in town?"

"Helene says you are a good man, I can't believe she will do anything foolish when she is a lucky girl to have a man as you. I wouldn't do that."

I told her with a laugh, "No problem, you sound lovely. I'll be a free man soon and would like to see you in the real life. Please mail me a photo." I told her my hotmail address.

"So you've already thrown in your towel?"

"What else can I do?"

She had no answer to that and after some polite small talk we hung up.

When Helene came home from the neighbor's house I told her that Annelie had rang and I had a pleasant chat with her. Helene got pale in her face and asked, "What did you say to her?"

"The truth, what else could I say?"

Now she got ash gray when she asked again, "What did you say?"

"I told her that it is you who persuaded Linda not to invite me to the wedding because of your secret desire to be beaten and roughly fucked by your pervert ex boyfriend Brillmann and if you are stupid enough to do it, I don't want you back."

Now she began to sob and asked, "Did you really say that to her? Please tell me you didn't do that."

"Of course I did. Why shouldn't I after she told me that it is a big wedding with all other spouses invited? Tell me any other reason why I'm the only spouse who isn't invited." "You can't have said that to her."

"I did and if you intend to go there, we'll sign divorce papers before you go so you will be free to fuck around as much as you want."

Our arguing was interrupted by the ringing phone. I took the call and a female voice asked, "Is it Kenneth?"

"Yes."

"Hello, my name is Evelyn and I'm an old friend to your wife Helene."

"Yes?"

"You talked with my friend Annelie earlier this evening. Did you really tell her the truth?"

"Of course I did. I think I'm the only honest one in this matter."

"So you are threatening Helene with divorce if she goes to the wedding?"

"No, not threatening. It's promise of her freedom. What else can I do?"

"Let her have some fun."

"Fun? If you think it is fun to be severely beaten and roughly fucked by a psychopathic jailbird, feel free to do it instead of her."

Helene, who had heard what I said, began screaming at me to hang up the phone. I did and she shouted at me in anger, "Why in the hell are you doing this to me?"

"Because I want to hear your version of what you really did at that infamous 'last time party' and why Linda is lying about my non existing invitation to her friends."

"Ask her?"

"Ask Linda about what you did at her damn party? Don't you know?"

We got interrupted again. This time by our daughter Emma who came out from her room and asked, "What's the matter with you two?"

Then she asked Helene, "Why are you screaming at dad so often? Don't you love him any more?"

"Of course I love him."

Then she turned to me and asked, "Dad, do you love mom?"

"Very much, indeed." And when Emma had gone back to her room again I continued, "That's the problem."

Our daily life went on as usual for a few days. My recorders didn't give anything further. But then I got E-mail from Annelie with three pictures from that "last time party". One picture was with Helene dancing close to a longhaired and disheveled man. One with Helene and several other girls with large colorful drinks and one with Helene dancing with a tall, rather nice black-haired girl. No text was enclosed. I sent a reply in which I thanked her for the pictures, asked which of the happy ladies she was and if she wanted to sell me some pictures from the wedding.




Is it a Wishful Dream?



A hen party was planned for Linda on Friday, the day before her wedding. Helene had taken that day off and intended to drive away after breakfast. Even I had taken a few hours off from my work. I mademy last attempts to get her to stay away from going there, which she refused.

I gave up. What could I do? Though I still was in love with her I couldn't take such humiliation as my wife going to fuck a psychopathic jailbird. I had already written the divorce papers, laid them on the breakfast table and told her, "I suggest that we'll share everything in two equal parts and let the girls choose where they will live. Please sign the papers so I can bring them to the court on my way to the job. Please sign and you are totally free to fuck your jailbird or whoever else as much as you want."

She got ash gray in her face and sobbed, "I don't know what's the matter with you any longer. You are totally mad and got David as a ghost in your sick brain. I refuse to sign anything." 

"But you don't refuse to lie, cheat and persuade that damn bitch Linda to humiliate me. OK. Get a lawyer but don't expect to get anything better than I offered you."

Now she cried hysterically, but took her suitcase, went to her car and drove away.

I rang my job and took the whole day off.

I checked the phone recorder but didn't find anything of interest, only some girl talk about clothes for the party. Thereafter I checked my private E-mail and didn't find anything of interest.

Then the phone rang. It was Linda asking for Helene. I told her that Helene had already left and now she was free to fuck how many damn scumbags she ever wanted in her obviously very depraved hometown. I didn't care any longer. 

Linda got very upset when she asked, "Have you filed for divorce?"

"Yes, I keep my promises and Helene didn't care because there's a jailbird waiting for her."

"Holy Lord, You have done a terrible mistake. Haven't you read my e-mail to you? Helene loves you, only you. How could you get everything so wrong?"

"I've only done what every sane man with a slut wife ought to do. No I haven't seen any mail from you, where have you sent it?"

"To your job, where you're supposed to be at this time."

"I haven't been there today, OK, I'll check that mail."

"Do it as soon as possible, because you've made a big mistake. Oh holy Lord what a damn mess." 

"Are you happy now for Helene's divorce so she can go to your damn wedding with Brillmann instead of me and get brutally fucked afterward by that maniac? No hard feelings about your damn lie about my absence from your damn wedding. I had Helene to choose between me and Brillmann and she chose him." 

"You are totally wrong. What a damn mess. Holy Lord! I'll call Helene at once and call you back after that. In the meantime, please read my mail to you." She hang on and I was totally confused.

I logged on to the mailbox at my job and opened Linda's mail, which read:

Dear Ken, 

I feel sorry for the serious problems some misunderstandings connected to my wedding have caused between you and Helene. I want to tell you the truth. Helene and David have never been together since they split up and I know for sure they weren't together during the night after my 'last time party' because she was with me. They talked a long time and danced one or two tunes while he really tried hard but I interfered and got him to piss off. David is not invited to my wedding. 

Nobody has obviously told you that my fiancé Kim is a girl, or that my friends' gift to me during the 'last night party' was a lottery with a night with one of them. All the other girl's spouses had accepted but they had forgot to tell Helene, who said that if it was OK even for her and she was in it but she suspected her husband to be homophobic and asked the others never to mention anything to me. The lottery was held and the winner or shall we say loser was Helene, who didn't have any objections to play the game to its end. In fact it was late and we were tired, why not much happened anyway. 

Helene persuaded me not to invite you to the wedding because she feared that you would make a real mess of it when somebody got drunk and told you about the party night. I don't know who told you the lies about David, it hurt us as hell but Helene told us to keep quiet and not interfere because she expected you to believe her at last. Please forgive Helene; the stupid invitation was my fault, only mine. Please forgive Helene even for our night, which was very short and not her fault. Enclosed please find an invitation to my wedding. I don't usually beg people to do anything for me, but this time is different and I really beg you to accept it and share my great day with your lovely wife.

Best Regards, Linda.

Enclosed were two files, the invitation and one with two pictures.

I was shocked. Those enclosed pictures showed Helene and the black haired woman dancing very close and the next one them sitting laughing in a booth Helene kissing her ear. Kim is a unisex name here in Scandinavia, most common among men. I had raised hell for nothing. Why in the hell hadn't Helene told me the truth? Why should I care about some innocent necking between two girls during such circumstances? Why should I care who Linda married? I felt like I'd been painted into a corner and standing there in terrible remorse. All this mess because of a dream. Why hadn't I slept better that night?

After the longest fifteen minutes of my life Linda rang me again and told me that she had talked with Helene, suggested she turn back and tell me the truth. Then she suggested I tell Helene the truth why I had suspected her and David Brillmann having an affair. Then she said that she really hoped that I accepted her invitation and looked forward to seeing me at the wedding.

The time went very slowly until I heard a car on our driveway. It was Helene.

She came in to the house. Her face was in a total mess with red eyes. She looked straight in my eyes and said, "Have you been to the court yet?"

"No."

"Shall we go together? Now at once?"

"No. Please listen to me instead."

"Why?"

"Because I was totally wrong. I'm sorry for suspecting you beeing with David. Why didn't you tell me the truth?"

"Our problem is that you don't trust me because I made a mistake ten years ago. Do you really think we can go on with our marriage during such circumstances?"

"Yes because I love you so much."

"After accusing me and telling my friends that I would be David's whore? Where in the hell did you get that silly crap?"

"You told me."

"Me?"

"Yes, you had a dream about getting rough fucked by David, screaming his name several times and enjoying it very much indeed. I could see in your face that you lied when I asked you about the dream in the morning. Not difficult to imagine that it was a mirror of what really happened during your trip to Linda's parties."

"Oh Holy Lord! Do you know what I did in real life? Did Linda tell you everything?" "Yes, and why in the hell didn't you tell me about that either? Didn't you understand that as the only 'persona non grate' among all spouses got me suspicious? Together with the dream and after hearing all lies from you ant your friends I found only one possible explanation."

"I confess I've been acting stupid but I was afraid that you had created a total mess of Linda's wedding. But it was Linda who rang me and persuaded me to turn back for a serious talk with you. I accepted because I still can feel something for you though I'm mad as hell for how your bullshit to my friends has humiliated me. I've been thinking a lot on my way home and the divorce is still an open question if you don't change your behavior. The main reason why I came back is that you didn't try to use the children against me or threaten me physically. I hate you for what you've done to me but can't deny my feelings. Therefore I've decided to give our marriage a chance to survive if you give me the signed divorce papers, accept Linda's invitation and come with me to the wedding, behave yourself there and not say a word about David or the 'last time party' while we are there. Break any of those terms and the papers go to the court. Do you accept? Yes or no?"

"Yes."

I accepted, and was happy because we had probably saved a good marriage. Only dreaming about sex with an asshole, whatever it is can't be regarded as cheating and who cares what two drunken girls did as a gimmick after a wild party night. Can't been much before they fell to sleep.

Helene rang my cousin who promised to take care of our girls when they came home from school, and left for Linda's wedding. On the road we even sent text messages to the girls and got replies from them. It wasn't any funny trip for me but I didn't care because now it was my own choice. Helene didn't say many words to me in the car, she preferred the phone and talking to her friends about the hen party. Helene's parents had divorced and left the town and I didn't like her sister so we booked a room at a hotel. After a short stop at the hotel Helene had me drive her to one of her friend's places. 

She told me the name of a bar where I probably could see David if I wanted to see him and left the car with, "See you sometime in the morning."

I didn't care a shit about David, had a dinner a few beers at the hotel and spent the evening watching a film on TV in our room. A very tipsy Helene came home about four in the morning and fell to sleep within ten seconds. 

Somehow she got back to rather nice shape again when it was time for the wedding.

Linda's wedding went on without any problems. Both Linda and Kim were lovely girls and I had a pleasant chat with Linda who, with a bright smile on her face, told me that the girl who had promised to speak for her old gang didn't feel well after last night and didn't dare to hold her speech. The girls who knew about Helene's divorce papers had decided to teach me a lesson in good manners and put my name to the list of speakers instead of the poor girl, which meant that my turn came so early that people were still listening. Her smile was so friendly that I couldn't say anything else than it would be a great honor for me to do that for the girls. 

Linda had a confused look in her face and said, "I'll kiss you when we dance." I found Helene and asked her how come. Helene told me though it was against all common sense that I held the speech instead of one of the girls. She had accepted it so her friends could see that her husband wasn't that jerk they thought him to be. She told me, "Do it well and your chances to be forgiven this very evening will increase."

I told her, "I like Linda, and I'll do it." 

I gave a short speech in which I succeeded to avoid all stereotyped phrases. I didn't mention anything about the past, only some funny tips for the future. The audience liked the speech, probably because it was short and I got a great applause for it and could see Helene's sigh of relief when it was over. Helene's friends had expected me to be a real asshole when they heard about my doings before the wedding and now when they found out that I was an average guy instead of the expected "monster," I got a positive image among them.

During a slow tune on the dance floor Annelie, the nice girl who mailed me the party pictures told me that first she had felt sorry for Helene and now she envied her instead. 

Back at the hotel at three o'clock in the morning after the wedding party Helene told me that her plan about divorce was history and I was forgiven and her beloved husband again if I promised her to never be such a jealous idiot again. I promised.

In bed she told me that she still remembered her nightmare about rough sex with David and wanted to try it for real once in her lifetime, of course with me instead of him. She asked me. "Could we try it before we begin with our real lovemaking?"

We did, I had her to suck it deeper, took her much harder than usual and ended the session by taking her in the virgin ass for the first and, as she said, the last time. Neither of us got much from it. After some resting we did it in our usual way, which gave her a so intensive orgasm that she began to cry of happiness. I felt that I had my loving wife back. 



Is It All Talk?



"Oh my what have we here," I told you that he had said as his hand found my stocking tops adding. "Don't you like holdups?" 

"So what did he do then?" Gordon, my husband asked.

"He said 'oh fuck' and put the light on in the car."

"He wanted to see them?"

"Yes."

"So what did you do?"

"I lifted myself up and slid my skirt up so it was round my waist."

"Jesus Tina that must have been some sight. So he could see your stocking tops?"

"Yes and my panties, but it was a bit risky, with the light on in the dark car park. So I asked him to turn it off."

He did and said. "Why not take your panties off for me."

I asked him why he wanted me to do that and he told me. "Because as I suck those fucking big tits Tina, I want to shove two or three fingers right up your cunt."

*

It had started about three years ago when Gordon found out that I was having an affair with my boss in the ad agency where I worked.

"I thought we had an agreement," he had whined as I started to undress.

"What do you mean?"

"That it was ok indulging our bi needs but not our straight ones."

"Was that in our wedding vows?" I asked sarcastically, hanging my jeans over the back of a chair.

"No of course not, but we both knew the other was bi and I sort of thought it was implied that the odd girl for you and the occasional bloke for me was fair game."

"Yes I think that was the case with regard to me going with a woman now and then, but I don't recall any restriction on men."

"But that's not fair," he said watching my every move as I took my bra off and, in my view, a bit like two udders my tits fell out. But then hey that is what happens with double Es, there's just no way round it for gravity rules.

"Look Gordon we have had a sham of a marriage for the past six years or so. You live in fucking Oxford and I am here in Islington and we meet roughly once a month."

"But that was agreed when we married," he said removing his shirt and trousers as I got into bed.

"Love, we are grown-ups. For Christ's sake you were nearly fifty when we married and I was forty plus. We weren't then and are not now starry eyed kids," I said taking my knickers off and putting them in the linen basket. "We are adults and we both lead a grown-up lifestyle and quite frankly Gordon if I want to have sex with the odd bloke on the side neither you or anyone is going to stop me just as I would not try to stop you fucking, for instance that bargirl at the pub you have your eyes on."

"I have not fucked her," he said removing his boxers.

"Fuck me Gordon, what's going on?" I asked as I saw that he was half erect. "I thought you were pissed off at me."

"I am Tina, but talking like that has turned me on."

"Yes I can see that so why don't you come and put that lovely hard on to good use by giving me a titty fuck," I said pushing my breasts together.

It was no more than ten minutes later as he lay on top of me with his fully erect cock between my tits that he shot his cum over my face and onto my horn-rimmed glasses.

"So how long has it been going on?" He asked as he lay with his arm round my shoulders after he had cum and I had brought myself off with my hand as he fucked my tits.

"A few months on and off."

"How often do you see him?"

"For sex?"

"Yes."

"Every other week, he is married so it is difficult."

"Do you love him?"

"No of course not, don't be daft, it's purely sex."

*

"Why can't I come down tonight?" He asked a year or so later.

"Because I am busy."

"What are you doing?"

"Gordon, you really do not want to know."

"But Tina I do."

"Are you sure, really sure?"

"Yes, I find it oh I don't know."

"Exciting?"

"Yes."

"What me telling you about what I get up to with other men?"

"Yes."

"And you want to know what I am going to do this evening and, maybe, overnight as well?"

"Yes, yes I do."

"We are going to dinner at that Italian place in Cross Street."

"What where we go?"

"Yes he goes there to?"

"Who is he?"

"You don't know him?"

"What's he like."

"Forty five or so, good looking, tall, lots of hair, he's a lawyer."

"Married?"

"No, but in a relationship and has two kids."

"Have you been with him before?"

"No this will be our first time."

"Where will you have sex?"

"In our bed."

"Jesus, you are a slut aren't you?"

"Yes Gordon I am."

"Will you phone me when he has gone?"

"It might be very late and he could, though it's unlikely stay overnight."

"Call me whatever time, please Tina."

"Ok, I will," I promised.

"What time is it?" Gordon asked when I phoned.

"Just after two, are you in bed?"

"Yes I am. He didn't stay then?"

"No he has just left."

"Was it good?"

"Yes very."

"What happened?"

"We had dinner, a few drinks in a bar then we got a cab here."

"And?"

"And what Gordon?"

"Did you have sex?"

"Of course we had sex."

"Was he good."

"Yes very."

"As good or better than me?"

"He's younger than you Gordon."

"What's that mean?"

"He has more stamina."

"So he recovers quicker?"

"Yes."

"So did he fuck you more than once?"

"Gordon why are you doing this?"

"What?"

"Asking such questions."

"I don't know, but tell me did he?"

"Yes twice."

"In how long?"

"We got back here at eleven and he has just left and it's what, twenty past two now."

"So how long after you got back did you have it the first time?"

"It was pretty quick?"

"Why?"

"We were both very aroused."

"Why so aroused.?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes, I am finding it exciting."

"He had fingered me in the cab."

"Oh fuck Tina?" Gordon sighed.

"Are you getting aroused Gordon?"

"Yes. Yes Tina I am."

"Are you getting hard?

"I am fucking rigid."

"What you wearing?"

"It's after two in the fucking morning and you woke me up remember?"

"Oh yes, so I take it nothing."

"Right and you?"

"The same, I told you he has just left."

"And you said goodbye to him naked?"

"Well I was wearing my glasses."

"Fucking hell, he's a lucky sod."

"Well he was tonight, but then so was I?"

"Why?"

"He made me feel good and fucked me twice. He has a brilliant tongue Gordon."

"Oh Tina."

"What."

"This is amazing."

"What is?"

"I am starting to jack off thinking about it."

"I am too."

"What do you mean?"

"Well as we have been talking I have been rubbing my tits."

"Mmmmmm those big fucking tits with those gorgeous nipples."

"And I have been pinching them, would you like to bite them"

"Of course I would."

"Go on darling rub that nice thick cock for me."

"You are such a dirty bitch Tina."

"Yes aren't I and I am rubbing my pussy."

"Good."

"Yes I am rubbing the cunt that he has fucked twice this evening."

"Would you like to be fucking it right now?"

"Yes of course and in my mind I am."

"But really Gordon you are just fucking your hand aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to fuck me just after he has one day."

"Fucking hell yes, but I am cumming Tina."

"Yes darling cum for me as I am for you."

*

"You're late?" Gordon said

"Yes sorry I got delayed."

"I thought you could have been home early as we are going out."

"I told you I got delayed."

"Was it with him?"

"Yes he gave me a lift home."

"Come here."

"Where here?"

"Yes, bloody hell you do feel fabulous with those tits pressed up against me."

"You like my udders don't you Gordon?"

"Yes you know I do I have always loved big tits."

"He does as well, his partner has got big knockers too."

"Shit have you met her?"

"Yes at a couple of receptions at the agency, he's our lawyer and she's gorgeous."

"Did you talk to her?"

"Yes."

"What after you and he had started together?"

"Yes, in fact one time at the agency when she came along he and I had been fucking in a hotel just an hour or so earlier."

"Fucking hell, Tina, that's a bit strong."

"Yes it is isn't it, but it was a brilliant feeling. Now just what do you think you are doing Gordon."

"Shoving my hand up my wife's skirt, that's what. Why does she mind?"

"Not at all, it's been quite busy up there this evening."

"Jesus Christ Tina, your knickers are soaked."

"Well that happens Gordon as you should know when a pussy is rubbed doesn't it?"

"And did he rub it?"

"Of course he did."

"Where were you?"

"In his car, I told you he gave me a lift home."

"Did you fuck?"

"No it's too risky."

"But we have and it's bloody exciting."

"Yes but remember he's a lawyer, it would ruin him if we got caught."

"So what did you do?"

"He got my tits out."

"Is that why you wore a button up blouse?"

"Partly yes."

"So it was easy to get to them?"

"Right."

"And he did yes?"

"What out of your bra or did you take it off?"

"He got them out, but my bra stayed on."

"What did he do then?" 

"He sucked my nipples."

"Like this?"

"Mmmmm just like that, yes Gordon go on. Harder, suck them harder."

"Did he?"

"Yes and sucked the flesh of my tits can't you see the marks?"

"Fuck yes, that was some suck."

"What else did you do?"

"He fingered me."

"Did you cum?"

"Yes."

"Just once?"

"No, several times."

"What just with his fingers?"

"Yes."

"And what did you do for him?"

"I gave him a blow job."

"Did he cum?"

"Yes."

"In your mouth?"

"No."

"Where then."

"On my tits."

"Oh fuck Tina, it's still there."

"Yes I left it for you."

*

"So where are you going?" Gordon asked as I came out of the bathroom naked.

"For a drink and then dinner at the Shoreditch House."

"They have bedrooms there don't they?"

"Yes."

"So will you use one after dinner?" He asked as I picked up my bra.

"I don't know that's his responsibility."

"What finding places to fuck?"

"Yes," I said wrapping the bra round my waist with the clasp to the front.

"How does he get away from his partner?"

"He entertains a lot, he's responsible for business development for the firm, remember he's a lawyer," I told him doing up the clasp, swivelling the bra round and pulling it up my body.

"So he gets lots of time to cheat on her?"

"If you want to look at fucking me as cheating yes," I grinned pulling the cups of the bra over the two big lumps of my tits.

Picking up my black, lace boy shorts I said. "Well how would you put it Tina?"

"I don't think like that. To me it's just sex Gordon, nothing more and nothing less. It's just like you fucking one of your young Oxford undergraduates."

"Ok touché."

Sliding into the shorts I bent over and opened the drawer of my dressing table as Gordon said. "You arse looks gorgeous in those shorts Tina, has he had that?"

Taking the cellophane packet out of the drawer, I asked. "What fucked me there?"

"Yes, like we do."

"No he has not been there with his cock."

"Why not?"

"He hasn't asked and I have not offered."

"Isn't he into bum stuff."

"Yes very much, I told you he has a great tongue."

"Do you rim him?" he asked watching me pull the black, lacy topped holdups up my legs.

"I have done, yes."

"Will you tonight?"

"Who knows we will see how it goes and play it by ear."

As I pulled the black, low cut, loose dress up my body and fitted it round me Gordon said. "You look great, he's a lucky man."

Smiling at him I said. "Yes he will be later, won't he?"

"I'll wait up, what time do you think it will be?"

"Not late eleven max, that's why we are eating early."

"What makes for more time for sex."

"Yes something like that," I said kissing him. "See you later."

*

"Want a drink," Gordon said when I walked into the lounge just before eleven.

"Yes thanks, wine would be fine."

Pouring me a glass of the nice Morgon he preferred he said. "Have a good time?"

"Yes it was nice."

"Shall we go to bed, take the wine with us and you can tell me all about it, can't you?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yes."

"And you want me to tell you?" I asked as he followed me up the stairs.

"Yes Tina, I find it a massive turn on?" He told me as we went into the bedroom, that generally unless we were reading we did not light relying on the streetlights outside to see.

As he undid his shirt I said. "We had a nice dinner, drank some wine, he does not drink much like us and he was driving."

"Wise I guess being a lawyer. So where did he take you to fuck you?"

"Upstairs at the restaurant cum hotel."

"Didn't have far to go then?"

"No, which was just as well."

"Why?"

"We had worked each other up at the table."

"How?"

"Me leaning forward so he could see more of my tits," I told him adding. "Unzip me please Gordon," as I watched him remove his trousers.

"What else?" He asked as he undid the zip and I removed my dress.

"Footsie of course, holding hands and him telling me how much he wanted to fuck me and suck my cunt."

"Oh god Tina," he sighed taking his boxers off.

"Now that didn't take long did it?" I said nodding approvingly at his near full erection.

"It's what thinking about you and him together does to me."

"You enjoy it then? You like me telling you?"

Taking my bra off and leaning forward so that he saw the red marks on my breasts where I had earlier been sucked, I said. "He made those marks Gordon."

"Fucking hell," he groaned reaching out for me and grabbing my breasts.

"Don't start something you won't be able to finish Gordon."

"Why do you think I won't be able to finish?"

"Well I was being fucked less than an hour ago."

"So?"

"We don't use protection."

"Jesus Christ."

"Still interested?" I asked removing my panties, adding a quiet. "Bollocks he's laddered my fucking stockings."

"How did he do that?"

"He shoved his hand down them, the sod."

"So what did you when you got to the room?"

"Lots of kissing, slowly undressing, sucking and licking each other."

"Did he finger you?"

"Outside on my clit yes, why don't you lay on the bed."

Climbing onto the bed naked, he asked. "Where did he finger you?"

"Just up my pussy."

"Did he make you cum?"

"Yes," I said getting onto the bed wearing just my stockings with the one on my left leg laddered and lying beside my husband.

"Where were you when he did that?"

"He made me lean forward against a mirror and fingered between my legs from behind."

"Then what?" He asked cupping my left tit as I pushed my body towards him.

"He got me on the bed, got my bra and panties off and laddered my fucking stockings," I smiled as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and bit it.

Grabbing the back of his head I groaned. "Harder, bite me harder."

With my nipple between his teeth he asked. "Did he do this?"

"Yes, all evening, he loves nipple sucking," I told him stroking his cock."

"How did he fuck you the first time?"

"He was on top and between my legs when we started, but as we got nearer he put them over his shoulders," I told him as his hand slid between my legs.

"How many times did he make you cum?"

"Two," I said slithering downwards and licking his cock.

"And the second?"

"I got on top," I managed to burble as at the same time, I sucked him.

"And you fucked him?"

"Yes."

"I like seeing that, with you bouncing up and down and those fucking big tits flying all over the place."

"Yes he did too."

"Tina I want to fuck you, may I?"

"Of course, but my cunt has had a lot of traffic this evening."

"Well let me have your arse then."

"Of course darling, be my guest."



Is It Art?



The big difference between school and art college was the inclusion of “life drawing”. It was all very well painting plants and bowls of fruit, but was it really the best of ideas putting a group of 10, 18 and 19 year old boys in a room with a naked model?

As the group of boys sat around the studio each had their easel set up, all facing a central platform with a chair placed upon it. The class had been looking forward to it all week. There was a buzz around the room. The boys had been picturing a beautiful young model, with long blond hair, slender bronze thighs and firm full breasts.

As the clock ticked ever closer to 12, the time the lesson was due to start, some of the lads had to cross their legs in anticipation caused a stirring in their pants. The minute hand moved slowly, 11:50….tick……12:00, the tension in the room was now almost unbearable as they held their breath, waiting eagerly for the gorgeous young girl who was going to stand naked before them. 

The room collectively inhaled as the door handle clicked, and the door creaked open.

“Good morning”, came the deep voice which preceded the entry of the lecturer. “I am John Stevens, welcome to life class”. “I realise this will be a new experience for most of you”, he continued “But please try and refrain from any silliness and show the model some respect and dignity as it is a very difficult and demanding job.” “Set up your easels and paper, the model is getting prepared.”

The class fumbled with large sheets of paper and clips as they waited for the entry of the model.

Then the door opened and in she walked, wrapped in a thick black robe. The boys collectively dropped their jaws. However, this was not in awe of her beauty. It was in sheer disappointment, and to some degree, disbelief.

“This is Susan, today’s model” said John as she made her way towards the platform. “Susan is not only the model, she is also my wife”, he continued, as she sat on the chair and put her hands on the belt of her robe. John gave her a nod and smiled, an indicator for her to begin the class. Susan slowly unfastened the belt and opened up the robe.

The boys all hid behind their easels as Susan slipped off the robe and let it fall to the floor. The emotions in the boys ranged from embarrassment to hilarity as Susan shifted herself to a comfortable on the chair. John could hear the odd nervous giggle, and ordered the class to settle down before adding “OK class, begin.”

To be fair, the class did seem to settle pretty quickly and the lads’ faces peered from the sides of their boards to examine the model.

Susan couldn’t have been much further from the idea the boys had created of what she would look like. She was in her mid-forties, not stunningly beautiful (but not unattractive in her own way), with striking green eyes and thick waves of rich chestnut hair framing her round face. She was certainly a well-built woman not massively obese, but certainly very overweight, with stretch marks evident on her thighs, hips and breasts, glimmering silver in the bright spotlights. She had adopted a pose on the chair with her chin resting on her fist, leaning forward with her elbow pressed deep into the soft pink flesh of her chunky right thigh-a pose similar to that of Rodin’s “Thinker”.

Her bosom was very large, but time and gravity had both taken their toll and her breasts rested heavily on her legs, spilling astride her legs, and her leaning forward created 3 large rolls of fat in her belly.

The boys observed and sketched as they focused on their pictures, with Mr. Stevens visiting each boy in turn and giving comments on each sketch.

The pose was held for around20-25 minutes and then John ordered the class to stop work and Susan stood up and put on her robe as the class were given a 10 minute break. The class all filed out and Susan and her husband went round the easels and looked at each picture.

“They’re good aren’t they love?” Susan enthused, happy at the representations of the boys had made of her naked body. Many of the pictures had captured the pose well, and had made her appear much slimmer than she actually was. While this appeared to please Susan, it had the opposite effect upon her art-teacher husband. “Oh, they’ve got the pose”, he explained “But they haven’t at all captured the essence of your form.”

He showed her a couple of pictures to illustrate his point. “These look like you’re carved out of marble. They haven’t captured your gorgeous sexy curves at all.” John slipped a cheeky hand inside Susan’s robe, grabbing a big fleshy handful of her love handles. Susan smiled and grabbed hold of her husband’s crotch, cupping his packet in her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Ooooooo saucy!” she grinned as she felt his penis reacting to her warm hand.

Just as the pair were getting frisky, the handle clicked on the door and the door swung open. Susan quickly withdrew her hand from her husband groin, and smiled as the class slowly filed back in. The first few to enter saw the couple and had a wry grin as they saw John slip his hand out from beneath her robe.

Susan slinked away back to the platform, as the boys retook their positions. John followed his wife over to the platform and took away the chair. The bulge in his pants was quite visible to the lads and they all had little smiles as t5he tutor began. “Your pictures are good, but they lack a certain sense of life.” “The human form is round and soft, these sketches are flat and hard….Susan, would you take off your robe please?”

Susan responded by slipping off her robe, so she was totally naked once again. “Flesh is soft, it yields, it moves”, started Mr. Stevens as he placed his hand on his wife’s stomach. He dug in his fingertips, pressing into her fat as the boy’s watched uncomfortably. “See how it behaves” he enthused, as he moved around behind her. He then reached his hands around her bulky body and cupped her huge heavy breasts, pushing them clumsily together. The boys watched open mouthed as their tutor mauled her breasts. Many of them were also feeling a stirring in their trousers. Although not exactly their ideal of a “dream girl”, watching her sensuous flesh yield beneath his firm grasp was deeply erotic and both John and Susan could see the effect they were having on the class. 

“Now boys” said John, “I want you all to come up here and feel the flesh for yourself.”

The class sat frozen, not even flinching towards the couple. “Come on”, he issued again, “All of you come over here.”

This time 2 of the 10 gingerly rose and shuffled their way over. They both looked at each other and tentatively reached out a hand. One boy’s index finger barely brushed Susan’s back and the other placed his hand on Susan’s thigh.

“Come on boys”, smiled John, “Don’t be shy”. 

With that the other boys rose and moved over to join their classmates. John moved away from Susan and the boys formed a circle around her. John went to the back of the class.

“Ok class” he said “Touch her, feel the soft sensual flesh.”

The boys each reached out a hand. As she felt 10 cold hands upon her warm naked body, Susan shivered, making her flab ripple beneath the boy’s hands.

John stood at the back of the room watching the group curiously groping and rubbing at his large wife’s body. The group were gaining in confidence, and what had previously been innocent examination at their teacher’s insistence, was rapidly becoming more vigorous and rough, with some of the boy’s wondering how far Susan would let them go.

One boy grabbed a big handful of her ass flesh while another groped clumsily at her soft fat tit. Susan was actually really enjoying having 10 young lads rubbing their smooth hands all over her soft warm body, and she could feel hands creeping slowly up her thighs. 

Susan was looking flushed as John watched eagerly as he observed his wife’s arousal growing from the back of the room. Susan could feel hands groping almost every glorious inch of her body and her pussy temperature was rising. Had one boy’s hand ventured a couple of inches higher up her leg, he would have felt that her pubic hair was damp with her pussy juice.

However, that hand was ceased from doing so by an unwelcome interruption from Mr. Stevens. “OK class”, he smiled, winking at his wife, “That’ll do, well take another 10 minute break there and then do the final pose.”

The class were somewhat reluctant but took their hands from Susan’s trembling body and shuffled, with bulging trousers, out of the room. “You bastard!” hissed Sarah, as she watched the last boy close the door behind him as he left, “You enjoy humiliating me did you?”

John smirked, “So you didn’t like it then, all those young horny lads feeling your big tits, rubbing your thighs, kneading your round voluptuous ass?”

Susan could see that John had clearly enjoyed watching her getting felt up by the bulge in his trousers. “You were getting off on that weren’t you?” she uttered in disgust, “Show me!”

“Yes”, beamed John, “I fucking loved seeing all those guys grabbing at your sexy body”, slowly unzipping his trousers. He reached inside and pulled out his cock. Sure enough, it was fully erect, proving he had indeed been getting off.

“You dirty bastard!” hissed Susan as she watched her husband proudly gripping his 8 inch cock.

“You didn’t enjoy it then?” he smirked knowingly, “That’s why your cunt is all wet?”

Susan knew to herself that her pussy was burning, but didn’t know it showed. She reached her hand between her legs and, sure enough, her cunt was leaking fluid which trickled down her leg. She coated a finger tip with her juice and raised it to her lips, tracing her mouth as if applying lip-stick.

“You dirty slut!” muttered John as he began rubbing at his hard throbbing member.

Susan removed her hand and slowly lowered herself to the ground. She now sat on the platform and spread her massive thighs wide open.

“Well then you dirty pig”, she barked at John, “Better finish what you started, get over here and eat my fucking hairy cunt out!” 

John grinned and let go of his dick. As he arrogantly strode over towards his wife, his cock swayed with his movements. As he reached her, he knelt on the floor and crawled on all fours towards her glistening vagina. Soon, his head was between her legs. 

When home in their bedroom, Susan loved John to kiss her pussy lips, and he puckered his lips and planted 2 soft kisses on the slit of her moist cunt. The hot breath from his nostrils breezed through her lustrous thick pubic bush.

Suddenly, his gentle kissing was interrupted as he felt Susan’s hands grab a handful of his hair in each hand, and she sharply pulled his head right into her sweaty groin, almost suffocating him in her pubes.

“We haven’t got time for that shit, John!”, she spat, “Get your tongue in there and make me cum!” John responded by opening his mouth and clamping his lips over her slit. Then he puffed his cheeks, and sucked hard, before pushing out his tongue, prising open her vagina. As he lapped skilfully at her pussy, Susan closed her eyes and leaned back, removing her grip on his hair to rest herself, propping herself up on her elbows. Her hands were replaced however, by her legs, as she wrapped them around John’s head, keeping it firmly pressed again her groin.

John was really expert at giving oral sex and within 5 minutes her cunt was squelching noisily as he gobbled at her intimate folds of flesh.

“Oh God!”, she whispered, “That’s good baby, that’s so fucking good!” Susan threw her head back as she felt her climax beginning to build, and she purred softly as John expertly feasted on her pussy, eager to bring her off.

With a few more slurps and sucks, John had his wife writhing and shuddering, and he pushed his face hard against her crotch as he anticipated her imminent climax. John was really munching at Susan’s vagina, when she suddenly jolted violently, making her whole body wobble uncontrollably and her stomach began cramping.

“I’m gonna cum!” she grunted, with her teeth firmly clenched, and sure enough, her hips bucked and she screamed as she sprayed John’s face with her forcefully released ejaculate.

John kept hi face pushed against her throbbing vulva for the 2 minutes that his wife’s fierce orgasm lasted, before she unhooked her legs from around his head, and he got up off the floor and stood over his wife’s huge body, his still-stiff cock jutting out straight in front.

John would have loved to give his wife a good hard fucking, but he knew he didn’t have that kind of time. He decided he would have to settle for his second preference. He didn’t even have time to undress. So he simply stood astride his wife, and lowered himself down, so he was kneeling over her chest. He then steadied himself and laid his long cock in the centre of her chest. Then he pushed her down flat and grabbed her enormous tits in both hands, wrapping them around his fat shaft.

Susan’s breasts were so massive and soft that they had little grip around his dick and had to be assisted by Susan, who also struggled to manhandle her fleshy boobs around John’s cock. However, the pair managed to clamp Susan’s breasts around John’s member, and he was soon thrusting back and forth, clumsily fucking his wife’s huge bosoms.

John had satisfied himself this way several times before, but was usually undressed, and as he slid his legs and crotch over his wife’s naked flesh, the rough fabric of his pants chafed her skin, causing painful looking red grazes on her sides and abdomen. Not that he was going to stop now!

If anything, he became more erratic and roughly pounded his prick into Susan’s cleavage. They both knew that he was close to cumming. Susan lifted her head to see John’s cock head emerging from her bosom with each thrust forward, and he grunted and dug his fingers deep into her ample tits. Susan knew he was very close to cumming now and she looked deep into his eyes as he juddered. 

“I’m gonna cum!” he grunted as his gaze met that of his wife.

“I know”, she replied, “Shoot it in my mouth!” 

As she ended her sentence, she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue as far as she could, in anticipation of his ejaculation.

After 3 or so more quick thrusts, John’s cock head emerged one final time before out from it shot a long stream of white creamy spunk, with such force that it clean overshot Susan’s open mouth and it splattered across her forehead and hair. However, Susan was soon receiving the taste she craved, as she felt jets of thick salty jism hitting the back of her throat.

She gulped down all her husband’s cum before gathering the last little puddles which dripped from his softening cock onto her chest on her fingertips, and sucking it off she smiled sexily past her husband to the back of the room.

John clambered off his wife, and putting his long wet cock back into his pants, zipping it away, he turned to see what Sarah was looking at behind him.

He had clearly lost all track of time, and as he turned, he was greeted with the sight of his class, all with serious bulges in the front of their pants, staring at Susan’s naked body and cum-spattered face.

John wondered how long they had been there and whether or not Susan knew they had come in. Whatever the case, he could see from their state of arousal that they had clearly seen plenty. As it turned out, Susan had seen the lads come in while John was eating her pussy and had watched them silently shuffle behind their easels. As John feverishly nuzzled her cunt, the lads had been scribbling on their papers, before they finally emerged and gathered to watch as John shot his cum deep into Susan’s eager gullet.

Now here John was, stood startled, fumbling for something to say. Susan came to his rescue as she broke the silence.

“I think they’ve been busy love”, she smiled “show him boys”.

The boys all turned their easels to show their latest efforts. They had sketched images of Susan getting her pussy eaten and her tits fucked, but it was not the subject matter which caught John’s eye. He was pleased to see that the group had portrayed the expanses of flesh with vigour and life.

“Fantastic!” he enthused, as he viewed picture after picture accurately depicting the sensous curves and folds of his wife. “See class, you just need a good teacher!” he grinned.

The boys laughed. “Yeah, but I think you may have been a bit too good!” said one, gesturing down towrds a large swelling in his trousers.

“Oh I think I can help there boys” shouted Sarah, sitting up and spreading her legs.

“You sure love?” questioned John, “All 10?”

“Sure babe”, she enthused, if as she was unsure about satisfying all 10 boys, she was determined to have fun trying.

“You heard the lady fellas”, laughed John, “Help yourself, but be gentle with her, she’s quite a delicate creature!”

John left the room, leaving his naked wife alone with 10 horny young students, all of whom were busy frantically tearing off their clothes. 

They al stood naked before Sarah, whose hand was rubbing the hairy triangle between her bulky thighs. “OK then boys, lets see what you’ve got!”

Sarah’s eyes traced along the line of erect penises, briefly glancing up at the face of it’s owner, before eyeing what he had to offer downstairs. The cocks ranged from around 5 to 7and a half inches, but there was one which immediately caught her eye and made her gasp as she took it all in. 

It’s owner, an 18 year old lad was proudly stroking his fist along 10 and a half inches of gristly hard cock meat, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

She was extremely keen to feel what such a beast would feel like inside her, but as the boys moved towards her, it was a case of “first come-first served”, and the prize place between her legs was soon filled by a rather average 6 inches.

Soon, Sarah was inundated with throbbing erect penises: she had one inside her cunt, one in her mouth, one in each hand and 5 more engulfed in rolls of fat which the lads had wrapped around their shafts to satisfy themselves with.

The guys showed their inexperience by not bothering with any foreplay, and soon Sarah was being pulled this way and that as cocks were being thrust into her body from all areas and she was trying to keep up a steady rhythm on the two cocks she was manually masturbating. However, despite being kept busy by 9 horny young studs, she couldn’t keep her attention away from the guy with the huge ten-incher, who was sat on a chair stroking his big cock slowly, not attempting to bring himself off, but merely keeping it erect. He sensed Sarah was confused by his actions, and winked at her as her frame was pummeled by his eager classmates.

“Don’t worry bitch”, he muttered arrogantly, “I’ve got somewhere special planned for this!”

Sarah’s attention was forced back to her own predicament, as some of the more inexperienced boys were close to cumming.

It was the cock in her right hand which was first to jerk, splashing a stream of cum across her right tit before more drizzled down her palm. It was closely followed by one wrapped in a fold in her belly, and then a third beneath her left breast. Soon a forth beneath her right bosom and a fifth in her side was spraying its load.

As those who had cum withdrew, little puddles were left of deposited spunk all over Sarah’s body, with 4 more still inside her somewhere or other, not to mention the cocky bastard with the monster erection sat in front of her.

Within a minute, a guy with his cock embedded in her right thigh was pouring spunk down her leg and after another 2 minutes the cock in her mouth and the dick up her cunt were filling her from both ends as their owners achieved orgasm almost simultaneously. Finally, the boys watched as the final boy who had been happily screwing a fold in her belly thrust one last time before firing a long jet of spunk across her stomach, again making a little pool of cum on her, as his cock poured out its load.




Is It Art?



The guys all stood around and admired their handiwork as Sarah began to rub some of the boy’s spunk into her flesh.

Then, the guy with the big dick got up and stepped over towards her.

“Now these amateurs have finished”, he laughed, “It’s time for me to go to work!”

“Huh, cocky prick!”, the group muttered as they dressed once again, then they left the room, satisfied with their efforts.

Sarah was unintimidated at being alone with him or by his air of arrogance and grinned at him.

“So, you gonna put that big cock of yours up my pussy babe?” she asked, as he slipped his hand along the full length of his impressively proportioned member.

“Sorry missus,” he replied, “I don’t do sloppy seconds!”, Then he rolled Sarah over so she was on all fours, making cum drip from her shoulders and belly and her huge pendulous breasts mammaries rest upon the floor beneath her. Then he kneeled on the floor behind her and planted a kiss on each cheek of her enormous round behind. He then slapped a hand on each buttock and prised her cheeks apart. Sarah could feel his breath on her back as he lowered his face to the cleft of her ass. Then he flicked out his tongue and licked along the humid crack of her behind before dribbling messily onto her asshole.

Sarah couldn’t believe that he intended to put his cock up her ass, but surely enough, his first and second fingers were prodding at her hole, rubbing his saliva on it before tentatively inserting his digits to the knuckle.

“Mmmmmm” moaned Sarah as she felt his slender fingers slide into her colon.

“You like that don’t you don’t you?”, hissed the boy before slipping his fingers out of her sphincter, “Well try this for size!”

Holding firmly onto Sarah’s substantial love handles, he pressed the tip of his cock against her hole. Without any further warning, he roughly lunged forward, forcing her ass to snap open as he forced his shaft rapidly up her tight asshole.

“Aaaarrrghhhhh!!” screamed Sarah in pain at being so roughly violated.

“Shut up you slut!” came the unconcerned reply as he banged in and out of her, causing her extreme discomfort. However, she was keen not to let him have the upper hand, and through gritted teeth, she hissed, “Is that all you got?”

This spurred the lad on, and he quickly began hammering her from behind, slapping into her buttocks with each thrust. Sarah had now got used to the massive cock up her tight ass and was eager to gain the advantage.

Come on then you stud” she shouted viciously, “You gonna make me cum or not?” 

The poor guy could only respond by trying to bang her harder and faster, a sign of his inexperience. While he was able to take his pick of cute young student girls due to the magnitude of his big cock, he was dealing with a real woman now, and she knew he would cum long before she did.

“Come on then, stop messing about back there, are you gonna fuck me or what?”

The poor guy had now totally lost concentration, and a lot of his arrogance and the tight sphincter wrapped firmly around his shaft was sending him rapidly towards his climax. Indeed, with just half a dozen thrusts more he was yelling, pumping Sarah’s fat ass with spunk.

Now embarrassed, he pulled his flaccid cock out of her ass and looked sheepishly at Sarah, having learnt his lesson, who was grinning at him, knowing he was beaten.

“Sorry Miss” he muttered looking down at his sticky, now flaccid member.

“Don’t worry babe”, she answered, “I ain’t gonna let a cock like that get away without giving me at least one good orgasm.” “We’ll just have to try again another time.” 

“After all, as my husband says, all you need is a good teacher!”