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Gentlemen: A new story to be published in ASS and ASSM Sincerely Spiller
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Out of this world. (MF, mF)
by Spiller
It is hard to find a more unrealistic kind of literature than
porn-stories. It has to be unrealistic in order to be pornographic. In
stories aimed at male readers, the women must be forever wet and willing,
preferably they have a perversion or two which will make them lose all
control of body and mind, and which will make it very easy for them to
reach a dozen earthshattering orgasms in ten minutes. And of course they
must look stunning: High tits, preferably big, no sag, no belly-rolls etc..
Men, on the other hand, must sport breathtaking cocks, length- and
girthwise, they must have incredible stamina and very short recuperation
time. And that's just the basic demands.
But on the other hand, that kind of `basic' stories tend to get rather
boring, to read as well as to write, so this story is an attempt at
variation.
The inspiration is a real experience. My wife and I had been at a
family party lasting three days. When we left for the 200 mile drive home
in our camper, my wife was quite drunk, to say the least, and we made her
bed in the back of the car, and I got ready for a boring, lonely drive
home. I, of course, was sober, having had only one glass of wine for the
day.
The first 120 miles were quite uneventful. I had some soft music on the
stereo, and the powerful diesel engine was spinning softly. At this point
I have to tell, that one of things I really love in my wife is her reaction
to alcohol. To put it mildly she gets horny as hell, and if there is a
possibility of sex she jumps at it. That's why I wondered mildly when she
accepted to be put to bed on the way home. We had just crossed a great
bridge when I heard her voice from the back of the car.
"That was the Belt-bridge, wasn't it?"
I was pulled out of my reveries, and said: "Yes, dear. It always makes
a special sound."
"That's right. In a mile there is a big rest-area. I really want you
to turn off the highway, find a dark corner to park, and come back here and
fuck me."
"Wouldn't you rather wait till we're home?"
"No, I want a good fuck right now. I'm wet and I'm horny, and you just
don't let that go to waste!"
See, that was the inspiration - and I can assure you we had an
absolutely satisfactory session in the back of that camper. But later I
let my naughty imagination roam, and this is what I came up with:
Chapter one.
Of course I did as told. That deep, rusty voice when she's horny,
creeps right down into my pants, and before I had parked the camper my cock
was half raised. On the double bed in the back of the car I was met by a
wonderful sight. Helle had raised her T-shirt to show her lovely pointed
tits, and her panties were gone. Instead she had two fingers circling her
clit in an enticing, slow rhythm. I quickly shed my clothes, but when I
came to my shorts she said: "Stop. Don't take them off yet." The only
light in our camper was the moonshine. Her soft skin glowed like silver,
and that wonderful smell: A mix of alcohol and pussyjuice. She patted the
bed beside her, and I quickly joined her. Just as I was going to caress
her tits - as I usually do - she grabbed my wrist and stopped me. Her
voice was down to a shaky whisper when she said:
"Tonight, in the full moon, I want you to do something very special. If
you think you can."
"I can try. What is it?"
She removed her hands, spread her legs with raised knees, feet on the
mattress, and folded her hands behind her head. "I want you to fuck me
with your little finger. No kisses, no touching, just fuck me with your
little finger for as long as I want it."
"Why !!" I didn't understand a thing. Normally she's very happy with my
big cock.
"Don't ask, just do it - if you can."
In my experience it always benefits me if I give in to one of her whims,
even if I don't understand, so I happily obliged and slipped my little
finger into her cunt. My, was she wet. And big. I could feel her try to
tighten up round my little finger, but without any great success. So I
started to move it round a little to make her feel it.
"No," she said in a hoarse whisper. "Just in and out, in and out.
Maybe a little bit faster."
As I did so my knuckles began hitting her mons and her clit, and in a
few seconds she really started moaning. "Oh, my God, yessss. That's just
the right way. Go on, go on, don't ever stop!"
Of course I did, and to my utter amazement she started coming in just
over a minute. And her sounds were like nothing I heard before. A very
high pitched "AAAaaaaaaaahhhhhhh", like a cat mewing. She was shaking all
over, but at the same time trying to stay in the same position. And she
kept coming ! Her voice changed into a low growl, and at last she was just
sobbing: "Oh, God, it's good. Oh, no, no no, yes yes - Aaaaawwwww."
Finally she collapsed. She had sweat on her forehead and between those
lovely tits, and her thighs and my hand were sopping wet from juice.
Strong smelling juice, that is. Smelled like she had been horny all day. I
pulled out my finger.
"WHAT was all that about", I asked.
The headlights of a car entering the rest area flashed through our
windows, then again only the moonlight. I felt her turn over on her side
and prop up her head on one hand, while the other crept down my body and
grabbed hold of my aching cock.
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"I demand it. Anything that makes you so horny must be good for me
too."
"Then promise you won't be disgusted." Her hand was moving slowly up and
down my hard cock.
"I'll try not to."
"Well. It was during that wonderful prolonged lunch we had today. You
probably didn't notice, but I had to go to the bathroom. The one on the
ground floor was occupied, so I climbed the stairs to get to the upstairs
one. Walking down the corridor I heard a muffled noise from Karin's room."
Karin is our 12 year old niece.
"Yes. I noticed the kids left the table rather early."
"Mmm. The door wasn't closed completely, so I sneaked up and pushed it
to open a little more. And what I saw gave me a chock. On the bed was Ole
(our 9 year old cousin) all naked, and Karin was playing with his small,
very stiff, boy-cock. You know, caressing it, sometimes sucking it, then
playing again."
"Must have been a pretty randy sight!"
"You bet! I hadn't watched it a minute before my panties were soaked!
You know, I was quite tipsy already, and I couldn't resist fondling my cunt
through my dress. Then I thought I heard someone at the stairs, and I
quickly slipped out into the bathroom and locked the door."
"That was pretty innocent, wasn't it?"
"Yes, you may say so, but the next ten minutes were not!"
I stretched out my hand to touch her cunt again, but she interrupted me:
"Go sit at the foot-rest and watch me. Then I'll tell you," and she let
go of my cock.
Of course I obliged again, and when I was comfortably seated in the
other end of the bed she opened her legs again, and again her knees were
bent and her feet firmly planted in the mattress a few inches from her ass.
Slowly her right hand crept down across her small tummy, and it felt like
ages before she finally let her index finger touch her clit. "I'm picking
up courage for this, you know."
"You're suddenly so serious. I shan't get mad, you know."
"OK, then. Of course I had to masturbate when I had locked the door of
the bathroom. All I could think of at first was that little, hard boy-cock
in his cousin's mouth. And that was delicious. I'd have loved to feel it
in my cunt. But then the bad thing started. Suddenly all I could see was
Sven's little cock. (Sven is our 11 year old boy). The second I imagined
me fucking our son's little cock up my dripping, open cunt, I started
coming. It was so perverse and wild, that I just kept on coming and
coming." Right in front of my eyes she started twisting and turning in a
violent orgasm, clearly induced by her incestuous fantasies.
At this point I couldn't stand any more. With a groan I threw myself
forward, down between her raised knees, and rammed my big, aching cock to
the bottom of her cunt. Her scream must have raised the dead, or at least
risked being heard all over the rest area. But I couldn't care less. I
managed five or ten hard pushes into her cunt, which was still contracting
in the afterthroes of her orgasm, before I exploded and jetted an enormous
amount of come into her.
Momentarily we both collapsed, me on top of her, and my dwindling cock
still in her. When my cock left her dripping hole with a little plop I
rolled off, and while I propped my head on my left hand, I let the right
one drift up and down her body, sometimes savouring the wetness on her
thighs, sometimes the rubbery nipples on her small, lovely tits. When I
started masturbating her slowly and deliberately she opened her eyes and
said:
"Shouldn't we go home now?"
"Oh, no, my dear. We're going to finish this. We are far away from
going home."
"But you said you wouldn't get mad."
"I'm not at all mad. But you know your fantasy is impossible."
"Are you crazy. Of course it's impossible. I wouldn't ever do anything
but dream about it."
Her movements belied her words, for at the same time she slowly started
to spread her legs again.
"Stop that! Hold your legs together!" And the moment she had, I pressed
my left leg under her's and clamped my right leg on top of them, so I could
hold her legs in a firm grip to prevent her from spreading them. Then I
resumed my masturbating her, all the time slowly, very slowly, but in a
steady, predictable rythm so I would know, that if her breathing changed
suddenly, it should be because of my words rather than my fingers.
"You can't fuck our son, but there is something almost as good, and
definitely just as perverted."
She turned her head to look into my eyes. "What do you mean?"
"There ARE boys of 15 (15 is legal age in Denmark) with cocks as small
as Sven's. There are even a very few men with cocks that size." She was
dead quiet for a couple of seconds, then she drew in a breath like a gasp.
"What are you getting at. Not what I think, is it?"
"If you know how to be a good wife and reward your husband in other
ways, I might, and I say MIGHT, find you a boy, and I MIGHT even let him
fuck you silly." There were absolutely no pretences now. It was my words.
She gasped and started panting, and though her cunt had creamed three times
already, she sent a shower of juice into my hand.
"You wouldn't, would you?"
"Depends."
"Wether I'm a good wife, or not?"
"Something like that was on my mind, yes."
"How would you do it? I have to know."
"I'd find a boy, unknown to you. Then I'd blindfold you, so you
wouldn't know the difference, and I'd have the boy call himself Sven.
Suits you?"
This evidently brought her right to the brink of her next orgasm. She
made small, high pitched mews in her throat, clasped her hand on top of
mine to stop the masturbating, and then she gasped: "If you do that, I'll
be as good as you can't ever imagine. Oh, my God, do it, do it. Let me
feel that little cock in my cunt. I'll be your slave forever, to treat as
you wish. OH, Ed, Do it, Ed, do it." I diddled her clit just a second, and
with a yell she exploded yet another time.
Her yells diminished into a slow sobbing, and a little later she just
went limb. When she finally opened her eyes again, she looked at me with
an expression of deep love."You are so wonder-full," she whispered.
"Really, you'd let another guy fuck me, just to satisfy this perverted
girl?"
"Seems it gave you the biggest O in modern history. So of course I'll
let a boy fuck you, or a grown man with a tiny cock. We made a deal,
didn't we?"
"Sure, sure. From the day you give me that golden gift, I'll be your
slave to do anything to, at any time and anywhere."
"That's a deal. And I may have a few surprises for you. But for now: I
want you to suck me off before we drive the last miles home." And that's
what she did.
Chapter two.
The next couple of weeks were quite uneventful. Now and then I could
sense that Helle definitely had not forgotten my promise, but she did not
want to come right out and ask. It proved a bit more difficult than I had
anticipated. In a small town you do not walk up to the next 15-year old
and ask him if he'd like to fuck your wife. But again, trusty old internet
solved the problem. In a chatroom I found a boy who said he was 15, only 4
feet ten, and his problem was that he was not developed like his
classmates, and they teased him every gym lesson in school. He also told
that his willie was only 3 inches long. When I told him, that he was just
the boy I was looking for, and would he like to fuck my wife, he almost
lost his spelling.
We agreed I'd give him a job to mow our lawn as an excuse for his
parents. The 7 miles he lived away from us he was more than willing to do
on his bike. On Tuesday I finished work early, and by 3 o'clock I parked
in our driveway. Helle was quite surprised to see me that early, but when
I told her right out that I wanted her to go take a quick shower, put on a
garterbelt and stockings and go to the bedroom, she almost stumbled up the
stairs - no questions asked. I knew we should have the house to ourselves
for the next three hours, as our son Sven was at my parents' and was
scheduled to be home at 7.
When I got into the bedroom Helle was splayed out on our brass bed,
looking magnificent. I pulled four silk ribbons out of my pocket and tied
her up, spread out like an X. When I pulled out a black silk scarf to
blindfold her, she spoke for the first time. "Oh, my God. Is it going to
be now?"
"Yes, my love. You are going to have your baby-cock in a short time."
She was shivering as I tied the scarf across her eyes and tied it at the
back of her neck.
"Who is it? ... Ed, answer me, who is it?" "Well, at least tell me, is
it a boy or a man?"
I just wanted to torment her, and of course I didn't answer her. When I
had finished blindfolding her, she was absolutely defenceless. I let a
single finger trail up and down her cunt, and she was dripping already.
"See you in a little while, but you won't see me."
Downstairs I poured myself a drink, and five minutes later I saw the
cutest boy park his bicycle beside my car, nervously looking around. I
went to the door and called him.
"Hi, Benny, it's over here. And welcome."
I shall spare my readers the conversation we had in the livingroom,
where I gave Benny instructions as to what was expected of him. The horny
boy could hardly wait. When I opened the door to the bedroom he stopped in
his tracks. "Wow, she's pretty," he muttered in his best little-boy voice.
I signalled him to get out of his clothes, while I went to sit in the
armchair in the corner. It was OK with Benny that I should be present. I
had told him that I was afraid he might hurt my wife - that was my lame
excuse for being present.
There was no doubt that Benny was horny and ready. His little three
inch cock was pointing straight out from his body. As I had told him in
the livingroom, he climbed on the bed and with no preliminaries mounted
Helle and tried to push his little cock into her, stabbing a few times
without luck.
"Oh, my God. Who are you?" Helle gasped.
"You don't know me, lady, but I'm Sven."
Helle was deeply aroused already. "You're not very big, are you?"
"No, I'm not even 5 feet". He was stabbing in vain again.
"Listen, love, take it in your hand and I'll guide you", Helle
whispered.
He did, still pushing.
"A little higher. - No. A little more. Yes that's it. Push now." She
let out a low growl as the tiny cock pushed into her. The sight of the
skinny, small boy between her experienced thighs was out of this world.
And Helle could feel it.
The second Benny started fucking her straight away, fast in and out of
her wet pussy, she almost hyperventilated. She was humping her cunt up to
meet him. I left the chair and whispered in her ear: "You want me to untie
your hands so you can feel how small he is?"
"Oh, yes, please."
"OK. But when I tell you to stop and put your hands back in position
you do it?"
"Anything", she panted. "Anything."
The minute her hands were free she let them run up and down the small
boy between her legs. Suddenly she grabbed his ass and pulled him close,
and then she came for the first time. She screamed and growled. "Oh, yes,
baby, your willie is so good in my pussy. oh, fuck me some more, fuck
mom's pussy." When she felt the boy shudder in her arms she knew he was
coming. That triggered another orgasm for her.
"Pull your arms back in position", I ordered. Reluctantly she let go of
the boy and her arms were again stretched over her head. Benny looked like
the proverbial cat - and I asked him if it was good.
"Oh, yes. That was great. Can I do it again?"
"Just move up to her face so she can suck your prick clean and make it
hard again."
Benny smiled: "It's already hard again, but she can clean it. Will she
really suck me?"
"She'll love it, Sven."
As the boy moved up to sit on her chest I took position beside the bed,
and when she lifted her head and took the tiny cock in her mouth, I fed my
little finger into her twat. God, that boy must have been sensitive to be
brought off in that hole. My finger hardly had contact with the sides.
Helle had been groaning since she felt the tiny cock in her mouth, and that
plus my finger in her sopping cunt made her come yet another time.
"Come on, Sven, I think it's time to fuck her again. Are you ready?"
"Oh, I'm ready", his little-boy voice answered. "And this time I can
find my own way."
Like a flash he was in position, guided his boycock in, and started
fucking fiercely.
"Lie down on her and suck her titties like a good boy", I ordered.
He was so small that with his cock in her cunt, his head was resting
between her tits. When he closed his mouth on the right one and started
suckling, Helle was lost again. She cramped and screamed, and this time
her orgasm just kept going. I think all in all the boy only fucked her for
five minutes, and she was orgasming for half that time. Benny had another
come, and when he looked at me I signalled him to get off, take his clothes
and go to the livingroom. Then I tied up Helle again and pulled off the
blindfold.
"You crazy cunt, I'll be right back." I kissed her gently to belie my
words, and then joined Benny in the livingroom. He was almost dressed, and
he smiled all over.
"Oh, God, mister. When can I mow your lawn again?"
"So you'd like to fuck her again?"
"Man, would I love to !"
"OK, then listen. Like I told you, there's no talking about this to
your friends!"
"Of course not."
"If ever I hear words of it, first thing you're never going to fuck her
again, and second thing, I'll get you and beat the hell out of you."
"Never fear, mister, I'll do anything to fuck her again."
"OK. I'll call you for another lawnmowing in a week or two."
"That's great. But, for my parents, can't you give me 5 dollars to show
I really had the job?"
"Of course. And bye, bye."
"Goodbye. And thank you."
When he was pulling his bicycle down the driveway, I locked the door and
climbed the stairs. I only had about half an hour before we had to get
ready for our son to come home.
Helle looked totally devastated. Sweat was on her brow and between her
tits, her thighs and cunt were wet, and the bedsheat was dark with juices
under her ass. She opened her eyes as I was nearing the bed. They were
sparkling like diamonds as she watched me shed my clothes. My cock almost
touched my bellybutton.
"My God, you're one horny man", she smiled.
"And you are one baby-fucking whore" I reciprocated.
"MMMmmm. It was even better than I had imagined. Never in my life have
I come that fast and that violent. Did you like to watch me?"
I joined her on the bed, between her spreadout thighs, and fed my cock
to her sopping wet pussy. She was almost like a bathtub filled with hot
water. Silky and squirming with a life of its own, was her cunt. "You
were one perverted sight, my dear. And your sloppy cunt shows me, that you
really are a pervert. Only your own son could have done it better,
eehh....?"
"Oh, my, yes. But you will let me try it again, won't you? Please."
"Depends on how you live up to your new vocation as a sex slave."
"I will, I will. Anything you want you can do."
"And you'll add a few thrills of your own invention?"
"Yes, I promise."
I could feel that her promise was true, because her pussy was twitching
around my cock while she said it.
"We have to hurry up, Sven will be home soon." I reached up and untied
her right hand again. "I want to feel a finger in my ass while I fuck
you."
She reached round me and I felt her index finger press against my
asshole. "Dip it in your juices first" I panted. Her finger touched my
cock as she oiled it, and then it slipped easily into my ass for the first
time. That did it: I think I moved five times in her heated cunt, then I
exploded and sent what felt like a gallon of spunk deep into her.
When I had recovered I looked at my watch again. "There is just time to
shower and for you to soap me. Let's go." I pulled my limp cock out of her
and got off the bed. I untied the red ribbons, took her hand and led her
to the bathroom.
Comments on this story, or wishes to have it continued, are welcome at
this group, or at xxspillerxx@my-deja.com
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