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Gentlemen: a repost of To Leave and to Find. Sincerely Spiller
TO LEAVE AND TO FIND.
By Spiller.
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The usual disclaimers: If you are too young, too much of a prude, or just
unfortunate to live in a place where written sex is prohibited, then leave
off now.
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How come I felt like a rat when I know I just did what had to be done?
Why did I keep my mouth shut to protect her, when she herself instigated
all this? What was happening to me? Was I turning into a whimp?
God knows I loved her once. And not even that many years ago. I'd even
say that our first 5 years together were happy. Lots of love, lots of
lovemaking. Successes in our businesses - she a lawyer, I an independent
furnituremaker. We made tons of money, and I made quite a bit more than
she, even though she was a lawyer. I happen to be good at my trade, and in
our town there was a great demand for high quality unique furniture.
Through those first years we promised ourselves always to take time for
each other and not let the greed rule. And we kept that promise. Long
weekends, quite a lot of small vacations with a trip to the Bahamas, Hawaii
etc. Romantic places to kindle the fire, and we sure had the hots for each
other. Susan was a dish and I was strong and fit. Our lovemaking was
spontaneous, wild and frequent, and when we were not trying to crush each
other's bones, we had a lot of common interests, like books, opera,
theatre, gourmet food and tennis.
At first I didn't notice the changes, perhaps because we rarely talked
shop at home. I couldn't really bring out her enthusiasm for a corporate
conference table of a unique design of my own, and I really could not see
the interesting aspects of yet another divorce case. That's probably why I
missed the first signs of a change. But when I did it was probably too
late.
The little frowns on her forehead, the times she was so absentminded
that I had to repeat what I was saying. And our bankaccounts that were
growing a lot faster than expected. The proverbial shit hit the fan when
she cancelled a trip to Jamaica, following a morning phonecall on the day
we were supposed to fly at 12.
"I have to go to court today and tomorrow."
"Since when have divorce-courts run that kind of a schedule?"
"It's not a divorce case, it's criminal."
"Oh, you changed your line?"
"Yes, and I'd rather not talk about it right now. I have to go to the
office to prepare myself."
I cannot say that I took it very kindly. I was totally unprepared, my
mood was set for a week of relaxing, dancing and fucking, and I had worked
a bit hard to finish a workload and set my calendar free.
Susan left for her office with me slamming the door after her. I called
one of carpenters in my shop, Bill whom I had known for years and who was
more of a friend than an employee, and asked if he would join me on Susan's
ticket for a week of rhum, calypso and whatever. Our holiday was fine and
fun, our heads were miserable for five consecutive mornings, and I was a
bit more mellow when I returned home. But still I was anxious to learn
about the change in Susan's work.
And I was rather miffed again, when I found out that she was not at all
willing to tell me a lot about it.
"It's just that we partners have decided there is a bit more money in
that kind of cases, and some of them are rather more interesting."
I was not willing to accept things at that. For a few days I did some
checking up. The extra sums in our accounts were too big to my taste. And
a little prying about didn't give me any answers. There was too much
secrecy to my taste. I even hired a private eye to do some investigation
as to the nature of their business, but he only came up with a few facts I
already knew, plus the information that there seemed to be a Berlin wall
round their business. When this coincided with Susan working late 5 times
over two weeks and coming home smelling of liquor and cigars, I just had to
confront her and not take no for an answer.
That night was no fun. We were well past midnight before she let go and
started to talk, and only after a lot of yelling, screaming and crying at
each other. And boy was she in it to the neck, the stupid cow. Suffice it
to say that slowly she had been dragged into running a few cases for the
Mob - well paid, of course. Bigger cases coming up, some of which involved
a little bit of twisting the morals - better paid, of course. And now she
had no way out of it again. She had made a few futile attempts, but
apparently she knew too much for the tough guys to feel comfortable, and
knowing the fact that at present she faced prison, being disbarred plus
total ruin, she had no choice but to continue.
I know full well, that if I'd been the hero in a B-movie I should have
bought a gun and launched my one man army against the local toughs, and
then Susan would have done a brilliant work on my defence, whereupon we
would live happily ever after. But alas, this is '99, it's not a movie and
I'm not a hero. Besides I was always a bit of a moralist, and slowly over
that night I felt my love and respect for Susan seep out like the gas from
a leaking balloon. When the first grey morning light crept through the
windows all our crying was done. The words were not yet said, but we both
knew that we had no future together. Our love was gone, mine out of
despise, her's out of fear, and the route she had taken could only lead to
disaster.
In that grey morning light we fucked like lunatics. As if we both
wanted something memorable to be the end of our marriage. I banged her
cunt till her pelvic bone was sore. She fucked her ass on my stiff cock
till it was like a piece of raw meat. And when we couldn't fuck any more
we sucked and licked each other till we fell into a death-like sleep. We
were awakened by the telephone at 9.30. Her office wanted to know why she
had not yet arrived. She reported sick for the day (her voice sounded like
it, too), and then we cried, hugging each other in despair.
The separation was smooth and in good will, somewhat unexpected
considering the years she was (in)famous for the way she ripped off
husbands. We split what was to split, and I kept the house which I loved
and where I had built almost the complete interior.
That should have been it. But three months after she left, she returned
one late evening. I was a bit shocked when I saw her standing in the
doorway.
"Are you alone, and are you going to let me in?"
"Of course."
I opened the door wide, and as she was passing me I could not help
feeling my whole body preparing itself for lovemaking. My God I had almost
forgotten how beautiful she is, and how sexy I always felt she was.
In the den we sat down with a glass of wine, and I finally asked:
"What brings you here so late?"
"I need to talk. I know it was all my fault, and I have done everything
I could to forget you, but I haven't been all that successful."
"What do you mean? I thought our love was dead."
"The love is dead all right, but the attraction is stronger than ever."
I looked at her wonderful body and I must admit I tended to tell her she
was right.
"I still think you are a wonderful woman. I have tried out a few short
relationships, but no one compares to you in that department."
"I feel the same way. I fucked a few, but no fire. No ecstasy."
"Is that why you need to talk?"
"No, not really."
She went silent for a minute or two, and I noticed that she started to
blush.
"Then spill it out. You are making me curious."
"Well, then. Please don't be too offended by what I have to tell. But
you are the person who knows me best, and right now I need you to bring me
back on tracks."
"Go on."
"Yesterday I was called to a conference in Florida. Three of the family
needed advice, and the negotiations took place in a penthouse apartment on
top of a posh hotel."
"Seems it's everyday business to you."
"It was, but what happened later was not."
"Tell me."
"Johnny, was I always such a lowdown slut and hore? Did I always have
it in me? I want you to tell me if what I did was only a continuation of
me or if I'm starting a dangerous slide into the deep and away from
myself."
She definitely had my attention right now. I looked at her breasts. Of
course they were still those smallish, pert cones, and her nipples were
always extremely sensitive, but right now they were poking the thin, white
silk of her posh dress exhibiting a size I don't think I ever saw.
"You'll have to give me at least a clue."
"OK. Brace yourself. When the discussions were over the family people
were very impressed with me, and the Don said: That was quite impressive,
young lady. I really want to award you beyond your normal charges. What
can I give you?"
"I don't know. What do you have to offer?"
"Well, of course I might deposit a substantial sum on your account. On
the other hand I might offer you a quite rare experience that you would
have difficulty finding elsewhere. Are you into indulging your body and
your lusts?"
"You know what, Johnny? A week before I had had a try on sex, but he
turned out to be about the lousiest lay this side of the Appalachians. And
much to my surprise I felt my body react to his offer in a way I never
thought possible. My nipples hardened, just like now, and my pussy was
seeping at the thought."
"Just like now?" I asked.
"Well - let's talk about that later. I'm going to have a hard time
telling you as it is."
She was obviously blushing, and her body showed her excitement. I
wondered if she wasn't taking extra pleasure out of telling these things to
me.
"I heard myself chose the indulging part of the deal, and the Don told
me that I'd be picked up by 7 o'clock that evening. At 7 sharp there was a
knock on my door, and a guy in a driver's uniform told me my limo was
waiting. When I got down there he held the door for me and I climbed into
the darkness. Immediately I felt I was not alone, as a hand took hold of
mine and guided me down in the sofa. The limo started to roll, and someone
turned on a little lamp on the table. I tell you, my heart stood still.
In the back of the car were three very young and very beautiful Greek gods,
and apart from a small loincloth they were naked all three."
"That must have been a sight to set you going."
"Believe you me, it was. The guy sitting on the same sofa as I, held
out a glass of chilled champagne and asked if I wanted to hold it myself or
if I wanted him to feed me. Of course I wanted him to feed me, and then he
leaned over, cradled my head with his left arm and held the glass to my
lips. I tell you, Johnny, he smelled so sexy. Some kind of perfume, I
guess. And that's when I noticed that he had absolutely no hair on his
body. Smooth and shiny he was, like polished marble. And so young in
spite of his broad chest and bulging muscles." "And you were getting smooth
and shiny in your pants, I guess:"
"You bet. Well, I was only getting used to that unusual situation when
I heard the limo rolling on gravel, and a minute later it stopped. When we
got out it was on the porch of an enormous white house, colonial style and
all, and a butler led us into the house, not blinking an eye. The
livingroom was huge, with panels and pillars, and strategically placed was
an enormous armchair, almost like a throne, where my gods led me. Then two
of them sat down on the carpet at my feet, and the third took up position
in front of me. My God he was beautiful. I tell you. Not an ounce of
fat, not one hair on his body, his muscles rippling and bulging, but not
like one of those ugly weight-lifters. They were there all of them, but
not overly large. You have seen the Greek statues, that was the kind of
body they had all three."
I looked at her closely. It was evident that she was very aroused
remembering and telling me all this. Though she was very discreet about it
I could see her flexing the muscles in her thighs to put a little pressure
on her cunt, and now her big nipples were hard all the time. I was about
ready to jump her, but I chose to wait.
"Then the one standing said: Mylady, we are here in order to bring you
as much pleasure and entertainment as you can wish for. We are here to
either service you or obey any whim you may have, and to instigate a few
you may never have heard of. May I propose a bath and a light massage to
take the tension out of your body?"
"I nodded, and then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world,
they lifted me up upon their shoulders and carried me through a side door
into an enormous marble bathroom. The tub was already full, and when they
put me down on the floor they had me undressed in ten seconds. Then they
all shed their loincloths and lifted me into the tub. The water smelled of
roses, and when they lifted me out of the water and started soaping my
whole body, three pairs of hands at the same time, the soap also smelled of
roses. God, it was so gorgeous to have all those hands on my body,
slipping and sliding on thighs, breasts, my ass, my cunt - all over at the
same time."
By now she was openly moving her thighs against each other and I said:
"Come over here and put your head in my lap. But take off your panties
first!"
She looked at me for a moment and the she got up. She pulled down her
panties, showing her stocking-clad legs, and then she laid down on the sofa
with her head in my lap.
"Don't you want to hear more?"
"I want to hear it all, but I want to feel the heat from your cunt while
you are telling me."
She moaned a little, bent her legs slightly and closed her eyes.
"When they had finished bathing me they led me to a massage-bench. One
of the guys laid down with his backside up. Then they placed a pillow on
his neck and lifted me up to lie on top of him, me too with my backside up.
With my head on the pillow I was acutely aware that my body was pressed
down on him while the two others began a light massage by pouring a nice
amount of warmed oil on my backside. Of course it smelled of roses too.
They were VERY skilled masseurs. Nothing sexy, just plain relaxing work on
my tense muscles. When they were moving a little too hard up and down my
thighs or my back I could feel my breasts and my belly slide back an fourth
on the guy under me. I tell you, they soon had my cunt dripping. Not so
much from the manipulations as from my anticipation."
I felt this was the right time. I moved my hands down her belly. She
raised her hips a little and pulled up her skirt. When I put my hand on
her cunt I felt her juices had spilled out on her thighs, and her lips were
swollen and heated.
"My, this is a hot one, you've got here."
"Oh, yes. And I love your touch, but please don't make me come. I'm
afraid I will never be able to tell you some more if I'm not this horny."
"I'll just keep you there. Go on."
"Well, suddenly the two of them lifted me into the air, and while they
were turning me upside up I could hear that my 'mattress' was turning round
too. When they lowered me again they put my head back on the pillow which
they had placed on his shoulder, and I could feel his naked body all over
my back. Then he reached up and took hold of my arms from the back and
held them in a strong grip over my head. My two masseurs poured more of
the lukewarm rose-oil on my front, and now they started a definitely sexy
massage. God, I was in heaven. They were so young and beautiful and yet
they were strong and determined. In a few minutes they had me moaning. My
nipples were rock hard and my pussy was dripping so I could feel it running
down through my crack. Or was it oil?"
By then I had let one finger slide into her crack, basking in her
juices.
"Were you more wet than now?"
"I was flowing, I tell you. Suddenly I felt that my 'mattress' had a
cock. Slowly it was growing, pushing its head up between my thighs, and
soon it was resting like a pole against my cunt with its head just visible
over my bush. One of the masseurs took hold of that cock and pressed it
even firmer against my cunt and began rocking it from side to side so it
rubbed across my clit all the time. I was so wet that there was absolutely
no friction, but the pushing and pressing was enough to send me up close to
coming."
I had to take hand away from her cunt. I really didn't want her to come
yet. So I asked her:
"Well, they didn't massage you all night, ehh?"
"My God no. Have you ever heard of a Japanese pool?"
"Not that I know of."
"Neither had I. That was perverse ! One of the guys asked me if I felt
like a dip in the Japanese pool. When I asked what it was he just smiled
and told me it would be a surprise but it was very special and very
expensive. Then they lifted me off my 'mattress', and the three of them
towelled me off so my skin was not greasy from the oil, and they led me
into the next room which reall} had a Japanese decor with paintings on the
walls, small benches and chairs plus a circular pool. The pool was not
very deep. They led me down a few stairs till I was standing on the
bottom. One guy sat down on the stairs with his head just above the water
and pulled me down to sit on him and encircled my waist with his strong
arms. The two others grabbed each one a leg of mine and pulled them wide
apart. I was resting in a pair of very strong arms and I had just begun to
relax when I felt something touching my thigh. I thought it was one of the
guys, but they had all four hands on my legs. Suddenly this 'something'
was pushing against my cunt! I opened my legs and looked down. IT WAS A
BIG FISH! It was pushing its head towards my cunt and was sucking on my
clit and my lips. I screamed: It's a fish, it's a fish.
They calmed me down and said that that was the whole idea of it. For
years these fish were fed only with items that had been saturated with
cunt-juice. Now it was just hungry, but I need not to be afraid, they
couldn't bite. They told me to relax and enjoy the depravety, and I DID IT
!"
I was almost coming in my pants. It was so hard to contain myself, but
anyway I moved my hand down to her cunt again and made small pushing
movements with my fingers.
"Yes, yes. Something like that. But then it started sucking. Another
fish came to, and now they were both nibbling and sucking all over my cunt.
The utter perversion of this, and the fact that I LOVED it, made me explode
in a stargazing orgasm. I was screaming and trying to clamp my thighs
together, but my two Greek gods were holding them apart. The fish kept
nibbling and I came and came and came until I passed out !"
I looked down on her: "
"I don't really know. One one hand I'm happy I don't love you anymore,
but on the other hand your new connections have made you a lot sexier and
adventurous."
"You bet, they have. The very idea of such a night should have repulsed
me a couple of years ago. Well, are you going to play with my cunt and
hear the rest or is this a discussion forum?"
"You're right, how do you like this?"
I pinched her clit between my thumb and indexfinger.
"Yeeeooooww. I like that very much. Well, I passed out from those
bloody fish, but it was even better when I came to. I had my eyes closed
when I started feeling myself again. And I kept them close. I could feel
that I was lying on my back on something soft. I was not aware of any
movements around me. Everything was very quiet. Then I started feeling
that someone must have put something in my cunt, because it felt
deliciously stretched. I savoured the feeling a little while and then I
opened my eyes. WOW. Someone had certainly stuffed my cunt. One of my
greek gods was standing between my legs, and the delightful blocking object
was his very hard and big cock."
She looked right into my eyes and smiled a very vicked smile.
"I could not see his cock because it was buried in me, and when I tried
to sit up to watch better, I found out that the bastards had tied me down.
I was on my back tied to the arms of a big, padded X. When the guy between
my legs saw that I had regained my consciousness he wilfully made his cock
twitch inside me. He didn't move at all, only this twitching of his very
fat cock. And very soon he had my cunt dripping again.
I turned my head and saw the other two standing at my hands. I asked
them for their names, but they would not tell me. "We are all here for
your pleasure, ma'am, and it might only distract you if you could call us
names." At that the two other guys placed their strong, hard cocks in my
hands."
I was really having trouble containing myself. The temptation to
fingerfuck her to a violent orgasm was enormous, but on the other hand I
really wanted to hear the rest of the story.
"The feeling of three cocks at the same time was exhilarating. And at
the same time I was practically unable to move. The guy between my legs
started to move. Gently and slowly he slid his fat cock in and out of my
cunt and the two others told me to hold on to their cocks and then they
started moving their hips too. When I started breathing harder they pulled
away from my hands and took position on each side of me and began pinching
my nipples with one hand and alternated between them masturbating my clit
and massaging my tummy. I closed my eyes, Johnny, and then another orgasm
hit me like a flash of lightening. I didn't have a chance to come down
because he kept up the slow fucking and I just slipped from one orgasm to
another, some small, some violent."
Suddenly she clasped her thighs hard together round my hand.
"Johnny, stop it. Don't make me come yet."
By now my cock was aching. I had been explosively hard for a long time,
and the head of my cock had had its skin stretched for ages. I lifted her
head and pulled out from under her torso. I crossed over to the big
armchair and pulled down my zipper.
"Spread your legs, bitch, and show me your cunt. I'm going to get off
while you continue your story."
Quickly she pulled down her panties, raised her skirt and spread her
legs in the most vulgar way, putting her heels up on the edge of the sofa
and pulling her knees apart with her hands.
"Do you like to see this well fucked cunt? Does it make you horny to
look at a hole that has been utterly satisfied by three guys and a couple
of fish?"
I grabbed my cock and started wanking.
"Just when I thought I could not get horny again they started
alternating. They would not orgasm in me, they just pulled out and one of
the others stepped between my legs and fed me a fat cock. I had a feeling
like I must have spilled a litre of cuntjuice down my crack and onto the
floor."
She was looking straight at my cock and my right hand. I was
masturbating slowly and deliciously, staring at her open, glistening cunt.
"I see you like what you hear. Do you also like what you see? You want
me to touch it for you? Oh, yes, I think you do. But I'm not going to
come on my finger, 'cause I have more wild stuff to tell you."
That did it. With a groan I exploded. Sperm was flying out into the
room, some of it landing on the carpet, some on my legs and some on my
hand. That was great.
"Wow, that was the best wank ever."
"Then come over here and let me clean your cock and hand so I can get on
with my tale. I want to taste your sperm again."
When she had sucked my cock until it was as clean as new she pulled my
hand to her mouth and with her tongue she removed the sperm that had seeped
down on to it.
"Well, are you ready to hear a little more?"
"I guess I am. Are you ready to tell?"
"I sure am. But first I'm going to take off these clothes. Divorce or
no divorce I want you to fuck me when I'm finished. God, I'm horny for you
and for myself!"
With that she got up from the sofa and in a few seconds she had shed her
clothes. It was not until then I could see that lots of her skin was
discoloured - blue, red, black - traces of different colours.
"What's that?" I asked.
"I'll tell you."
She laid down on the sofa again, her head in my now naked lap and her
legs stretched out. She grabbed my right hand and led it down to her cunt
again and then she closed her eyes.
"When they had alternated a lot of times and I guess I had come three or
four times more, groaning all the time, they started talking to me really
for the first time. And they talked dirty. Calling me a hot piece, a
whore, a slut, addicted to cocks, and a lot of other lewd stuff I can't
even remember. Then one of them proposed that they painted my body to show
off what a low down horny cow I was. And, again they were changing places
all the time, one of them would fuck me while the two others painted me all
over. Blaring red nipples, a blue arrow pointing down to my cunt, pictures
of cocks and snakes worming round on my body. I think it took them twenty
minutes, and at a point I was coming all the time. When I came down from a
terribly long high I had to tell them to let me loose, cause I had to take
a leak."
"Oh, I don't think we can let the whore loose right now, but we sure can
make her piss, can't we?"
"The others nodded, and the biggest of my Greek gods went to one of the
plants and picked a grass straw. He took up position between my legs and
painfully slow he tickled me round my pisshole with the straw, and then he
slowly stuck the straw up into that hole! My God, I never felt anything
like it. And suddenly I couldn't contain myself. He must have triggered
something up there, because suddenly a fountain of piss spurted out of me,
taking a curve into the air and landing on the God between my thighs. It
was so utterly perverse and erotic that I could not help myself. Would you
believe I exploded in yet another orgasm, just from pissing? I was so
ashamed and exited at the same time."
I really had no doubts she was telling the truth, because while she was
telling this her cunt was virtually gushing juice into my hand, and I could
feel her clitoris twitching against my finger.
"I can believe you", I said. I'd truly have loved to see that!"
"Would you? - Well, maybe we can arrange that. But now I want so very
much to tell the last part of it, and then I desperately want you to fuck
me."
My cock was raring to go again, so I said:
"Ok, bitch, finish your story."
"They finished me in the worst way. You know, I think they took their
cue from my orgasm while pissing. One guy started fucking me like crazy,
and the two others were masturbating their wondercocks right in front of my
eyes! When I felt that the guy fucking me was going to come, all I could
think of was that I wanted him to fill me with litres of semen, but
suddenly he pulled out, and the three of them spurted almost at the same
time, spreading a hell of a lot of sperm all over my body, my face and my
thighs. With their six hands they massaged the sperm into my skin smearing
the paintjob into a total mess, and then one of them pushed three fingers
into my cunt, the other one pushed a finger into my ass, AND THEN THEY
STARTED PISSING ON ME, ALL THREE. One of them said: "We have better clean
you off, lady."
"Johnny, I couldn't believe it. I had never, ever done anything like
it, but their fingers and the degradation of being pissed on, face, tits,
belly, cunt, you name it, made me come again in such a violent orgasm that
I passed out. --- I don't know how they did it, but they must have carried
my limp body to the bathroom, 'cause when I woke up I was back on the
massage bench, my body and hair had been washed, and when I looked around I
saw my clothes on a chair beside the bench. My legs were rather wobbly
when I got off the bench. My three Gods were gone. I dressed rather
quickly and then I opened the door out into the hallway. An elderly man,
dressed in a very discrete uniform said: "Would you like the limo to bring
you back to your hotel, Miss?"
"And that's it, Johnny. That's my story."
"And you want my comments on it now?"
"Oh, no, Oh, no. The only comment I want is from your cock. Fuck me,
Johnny. I know you don't love me anymore, but please fuck me for good."
And fuck her I did. One heavy round right there on the sofa. Then she
took me to the bathroom to show me her newfound joy of pissing, and at last
I fucked her from behind in the old double bed. Right now she's sleeping
like a log beside me. I wonder what I'm going to tell her in the morning.
I'll definitely kick her out again, and I'll never live with her, but I'm
sure that her newfound lewdness has been in her all the time. And maybe
I'll get to enjoy it time and again, as long as I haven't yet found a new
love.
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