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Out of this world, parts one, two and three. (MF, mF)
by Spiller
part one.
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.
Part two
Monday and Tuesday went by with a lot of work, but I did have time to
contemplate how to make good use of my slave - without scaring her off
completely, that is. Tuesday I did some shopping, and on Wednesday morning
I gave Helle a package before we went down for breakfast. "I'll be home at
a quarter to five, right after Sven has left for his football training. I
order you to wear this when you open the front door to let me in. And
you'll have a tall glass of coffee Galliano in your hand."
The package contained a thin, pale blue corset, contrasting perfectly
with her tanned body. The bra was made of an ultra thin material, hiding
not even the small brown dot close to her nipple. The corsage itself was
made of satin, adorned with thin red stripes. Three decorative thongs for
each leg would hold up the blue stockings I had bought. Thin blue nylon
with a snake wowen into one of them, going from her toes up to the inside
of her thigh, where the open mouth showed fangs and split tongue. Of
course there were no panties, but then there was a whip I had made in the
workshop on Monday. Nine tails made of the soft, silken string that is
used to adorn furniture or to hide where two pieces of cloth are joined.
It looked fierce, but was really unable to inflict any harm at all. "Can I
open it now?"
"You certainly can't !" I wanted her to stew in her own fantasies while
she was alone in the house.
"And I want you to trim that hairy pussy. Mind you, don't shave. We'll
save that for a later day, but cut it as close as you can with a pair if
scissors."
"Yes, Sir. Any more orders for me?" She smiled lovingly and kissed my
cheek.
"Oh, yes, plenty. But not for now."
Breakfast was uneventful, and I could hardly wait to get out of the
house. I had a piece of work to finish.
Fortunately my office is very secluded in the high basement of our
building. Suffice it to say that I'm responsible for archive maintenance,
and only a few times every day does someone visit me, and invariably they
will call first. Over Monday and Tuesday I had worked with latex to make a
pair of special panties, using a pair of Helle's as a model to get the
right size and fit, but they still needed a lot of coatings to be perfect.
The glowing red latex was formed as a pair of low waist, tight fitting
panties, looking erotic, but not nasty, from the outside. In just the
right spot in the gusset (I hoped it was the right spot) I had moulded a
slim 3 inch cock and right in front of that was going to be two ridges,
forming a narrow valley, barely wide enough for her clit. The idea was,
that once the cock was fit in her pussy, the two ridges would rub and push
her clit at every step and movement she made. What I needed to get
finished today were the ridges, and then a general reinforcement of the
whole outfit, especially the waistline which would have to stand some
handling. Fortunately some of my work is bookbinding important reports and
other material, so nobody would find it suspicious if the smell of latex
hung in the air.
By three o'clock I was satisfied with my work, and all surfaces were
rubbed with baby-powder to prevent them from sticking together. I put them
in a small cardboard box and wrapped it all as a gift. Shortly after four
I was in my car, humming nice little tunes and adjusting my growing cock
all the time, for greater comfort.
I made very good time on the road, and as I didn't want to get home
earlier than I had told, I stopped for a cup of coffee shortly before I was
home, and right on time, 16.45, I punched my usual 4 short rings on our
doorbell. She must have been standing right beside the door, because it
opened in one second.
"Ta-ta", she greeted me - Coffee Galliano in her right hand, striking a
pose with one hip pushed upwards and her left arm behind her head. My God,
she was beautiful.
"If you like what you see, Sir, please come in and rest your body and
mind with this lovely drink."
"I most certainly like what I see. You have to be the best looking
piece of pussy in this town. Thanks for the invitation." I took the drink
she was offering me, kissed her hot red lips, and dropped down in my
favourite armchair in the livingroom. I pointed my hand at the floor in
front of the chair. "Come, my sweet, let's have a bit of a catwalk for
private purposes."
She looked absolutely whorish when she walked back and forth on her high
heels. Hips were swaying and her stockings made swishing sounds as she
rubbed them together, crossing one food in front of the other. "You'll
notice, Sir, that this corset has six thongs in all." She talked exactly
like a showmaster at a fashion show. "This makes for a much more erotic
sight, as well as a better support for stockings. Also note the small
frills framing the front cutout. This calls your attention to the dripping
cunt you can observe." She was really playing this to the fullest.
She let both hands slide up and down her body. "It's made of the
smoothest satin. All the men I've fucked these last ten years have enjoyed
my body, when it was encased in smooth silk or satin."
As far as I know I'm the only man she has fucked these last ten years,
but she is right that I'm a sucker for her slim body in a smooth and shiny
dress with nothing under it.
"But the real kill of this corset is the bra. You'll notice that you
can see everything in it, and I can guarantee, Sir, that it supports
absolutely nothing." She moved in to stand close in front of me. "Would
you care to feel? That way you can be sure, that my tits have no sag at
all, as this bra wouldn't support a hummingbird." She grabbed my wrist and
moved my hand to her tits. The material was silky smooth, and her
beautiful tits with the dark aureoles were a delight to touch. Her nipples
answered immediately by wrinkling up to stand out.
At this point I was ready to jump her, but I had to control myself.
Wouldn't be much of a master/slave relation in that. She noticed my hard
cock stretching the front of my trousers, which brought out a sweet smile
on her red lips, and a gleam in her blue, blue eyes.
I pulled myself together. Emptied the Coffee Galliano and straightened
my back. "As far as I remember there was yet another item in that package.
Bring it to me." She backed off and courtsied.
"As you wish, Sir." She turned round, and with an exaggerated wriggle of
her lovely round ass she went into the wardrobe and came back with the
`whip'. When she was close again she went down on her knees and handed me
the whip with both hands stretched out.
"Is this the right way, Sir." Her eyes were twinkling and her nipples
stood out against the thin bra.
This was so out of her ordinary behaviour that I could not help ask her.
"Wherever have you learned that? And, yes, I think that is the proper
way."
She smiled and got up from the floor and instead she sat down on my lap.
"I don't know the tiniest bit about slaves and masters. So I went on
the net this morning and joined a hotmail chatgroup for slaves and masters.
Wow, did I learn something."
"Was it interesting?"
"Interesting ?? It was horny as hell. First I just watched the chat,
then I joined, and last I whispered for half an hour with a horny couple
from England. I had two orgasms in just that half hour, and my pussy was
so wet and sloppy I had to finish my shower with a cold spray on it for
several minutes."
I pushed my left hand up her thighs and ordered: "Spread your legs. I
must have immediate access to your cunt." She happily did so, and she
definitely didn't feel like she had had a cold shower. Her bush was
trimmed as ordered, and her labia were swollen and slick.
I tried to sound as harsh as I could as I pushed her off my lap and
grabbed her by the hair. "So this horny little slave has had sex with
strangers ! That is absolutely unacceptable, unless she has been ordered
to. I shall have to punish you severely !"
I dragged her to the door into Sven's room. I had hidden a pair of
handcuffs in the cupboard beside the door. Quickly I handcuffed her. The
hooks from the days Sven had a swing, were still in the top of the
doorframe. Very handy. I had hid a piece of thin rope with the handcuffs,
and it took me less than a minute to have her standing in the doorway, arms
stretched up and tied to the hook.
"So you have been masturbating and talking to strangers? You have used
that cunt of mine for your own pleasure??"
"Yes, Sir, I'm sorry, Sir. But I didn't know."
I swung the whip, and the nine tails landed on her hip. It looked
impressive, but the nine tails didn't leave one single mark on her soft
skin. Nonetheless she played her part and looked hurt while she said
"ouch".
"I shall have to punish you, you know. Really you deserve twenty
lashes, but I shall be lenient and deal you only ten, seeing that I hadn't
given you specific orders."
"Oh, thank you, Sir. I'm grateful that I have such an understanding man
to be my master."
I now dealt her four lashes on her front. I hit her thighs, her cunt
and her tits. From her little movements it was obvious to me that she
actually liked it. I stretched out my hand and cupped her cunt. She was
flowing. Already two or three little drops were creeping down to her
thigh.
"Turn round!" I loved the way she tried to push back her ass, as far as
her stretched position would allow. I now dealt her four lashes on the
back of her thighs and on her ass, and this time I hit her almost as hard
as the whip would allow. That drew a couple of ouch'es and a couple of
aaaa's from her.
"Turn round again!" With bright shining eyes she faced me again.
"Spread your legs as far as you can." And again she obliged.
Before I dealt her the last two lashes I pushed the handle of the whip
up into her cunt. It slipped in very easily, and when I pulled it out
again after moving it in and out a couple of times, the handle was shining
wet. I tasted her exciting juice and then held the handle to her mouth.
"Clean this handle before I take it in my hand again." She groaned as she
opened her mouth, and she raised to yet a higher level of excitement as she
sucked and licked her juices off the handle. At last I administered one
lash to her thighs and one to her cunt whereafter I threw the `whip' across
the livingroom to the sofa.
"That was your punishment for your infidelity on the computer, my dear
slave. And remember from now on, that this cunt belongs to me - it's for
me to decide it's use and it's pleasure."
"Yes, Sir. It is your cunt, and it's for you to decide it's use. I
understand that, Sir."
"And now I'm going to take my pleasure from it." It took me less than a
minute to get undressed, show her my rampant hardness and to shove it to
the bottom of her cunt. The pleasure of her wetness was exquisite, and the
joy of my power over her heightened my lust.
"And you, my little whore, has no permission to come. I'll fuck you so
slow that you haven't got a chance of an orgasm, but if you should feel one
coming up, you'll have to fight it as you have not been permitted."
"Oh, please. You can't do that to me! I'm so horny I have to come. I
have to ! !"
She looked so whorish in her corset, and her mouth and her eyes told me
of the lust burning in her cunt, that I took pity in her. I fucked her
harder and harder, holding her hips with both hands, and her body was by
now swaying in her tied arms. I felt her orgasm nearing and sped up my
fucking yet a little bit. With a loud scream she started coming at the
same time as I pumped my boiling sperm up into her body.
"Oh, my God, it's great", she panted. "That was one of my best. I love
you."
I pulled out my soiled cock, looked into her eyes and said: "You were
not allowed to come. Unfortunately Sven will be back home shortly, so I
can't punish you right now, but you just wait!"
"I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to, but I couldn't help it."
I just shook my head at her and went to get the little giftbox with her
new latex panties. When I opened it in front of her she looked like one
big questionmark. "What's that?"
"Wait and see." I lifted her feet into the panties and pulled them up
her legs. When I fumbled the tiny cock into her juice- and spermdripping
cunt she gasped. It took a little manoeuvring from my hands to push her
big lips aside so the two ridges could envelop her clit, but when I grabbed
the waistline and pulled them up tight she got the idea at once.
"You can't make me wear these. I shan't be able to think of anything
else."
"That was the idea, love."
I untied her hands from the hook, hugged her and massaged her shoulders
a little. "Now go upstairs, find an easy dress to wear over this outfit.
Your son will be home in a little while, and we don't want to scare him, do
we?" She started walking towards the stairs, but after just 6 or 7 steps
she stopped and turned round. "Where the hell did you buy these? I'll
have to sit dead quiet if I'll be sure not to come."
"First, I didn't buy them, I made them. And second: You can have all
the orgasms you want in those pants, your only task will be to have them as
quietly and discretely as it takes not to call our son's attention. Got
it?"
"Yes, Sir, and thank you." She sure had learned quite a few of the
`right' words in that chatgroup.
A few minutes later she came down the stairs again, this time dressed in
a demure everyday dress. What wasn't so everyday was, that she had to stop
halfway down because she was overwhelmed by an orgasm, which she fought
admirably. At the same time we heard Sven throw his bicycle against the
wall and come barging in through the kitchen.
Part three.
Supper was awesome. Well, the cooking was so-so, but the atmosphere !
Sven was his usual good-natured self, lots of fun to talk to and kind and
sensitive on top of that. But Helle. I can only guess how she has felt in
those latex panties, slushing around in her own juice and a heavy load of
sperm. Time and time again she would look at our son with veiled eyes and
at the same time make small, almost imperceptible movements with her hips.
Only because I knew what was going on could I see them, but poor Sven
looked questioningly at her when he had to repeat a question and still get
no answer.
"Sorry, love, guess I was just dreaming of something", she would answer,
"could you say that again?"
One time she got up to fetch some jam, and when she was close to the
kitchentable an orgasm hit her unawares. She staggered a little and then
held on to the table. Sven quickly got up and ran to her. He put his arms
round her and said: "Hey, mom, what's wrong? Are you ill?"
"Oh, no, dear, I was just a bit dizzy. It's over now. Maybe I've
better go to bed when we have finished eating. It's been a hard day, and
I'm very tired."
"Gosh, mom, I feel sorry for you. Why don't you just lie down on the
sofa in the livingroom, I'll clear the table and do the dishes." With his
arms round her waist he followed Helle into the livingroom, and placed her
on the sofa.
"There's a Paul Newman film on the telly at half past eight. Why don't
you watch it with us. You don't have to stay alone up in the bedroom."
Helle gave in and reclined on the sofa. I have to admire her calm when
Sven and I entered the livingroom. Sven sat down in the sofa, lifted her
head and placed it in his lap, and on and off he would stroke her hair and
keep her awake, he thought, with little remarks about the film. I knew how
utterly horny she must be, and that given a chance, she would have jumped
her son and eaten and fucked the life out of him.
When the film was over I said to Sven: "You have better follow mom
upstairs, in case she has another dizzy spell. I'll go and lock up the
garage and the doors.
When I entered the garage Benny was sitting there all right. "Hi", he
said. "I'm a bit early, I know."
"That's all right, as long as you can stand the wait."
"Sure."
"We're going to bed now. In about half an hour I'll go downstairs to
check on our son, and then I'll come out and fetch you. But remember: No
noise, neither now nor when we get into the house."
"I'll be more quiet than a mouse, Sir."
Benny had told his parents that he'd sleep over at a friend's, so he was
booked for the night with us. I could hardly wait.
When I got upstairs I was met by a sight to remember. Helle had shed
her dress, and with only the corset, stockings and latex panties, she was
sitting astride the armrest of the easychair, rubbing her cunt hard and
fast against it. That little cock and the ridge for her clit must have
played havoc in her.
"Oh, you nasty bastard. I have never ever been so horny. It's the
worst and most wonderful evening I've ever had. But I have got to come
now." She humped fiercely for a minute or two while I was watching, and
then she exploded. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, aaaaahhhhhh, oooouuuuiiiiii, ah ah
ah ah ah ........"
She collapsed and fell down into the chair. "Wow. Those latex panties
are some invention. It was so absolutely out of this world to talk to Sven
and at the same time have a near replica of his little cock churning in my
pussy. How on earth could you get such a wonderful idea?"
"Well, my dear, I know how crazy you are for that boy-cock, so I had to
give you one, didn't I?"
"They are gorgeous. I'm going to wear them out !"
"I guess you will, you horny cunt. But for right now you have something
to do."
"Yes, Sir. Whatever you say, and whatever will give you pleasure."
"Come here, I want to peel those panties off you myself. I want to
smell that stinking mess of pussyjuice and sperm that you have, slushing
around in them." Obediently she got out of the chair and came to me at the
bedside. My cock raised it's head when I pulled them down. She was
slippery and wet all the way to her bellybutton and down through the crack
of her ass. When I pulled the little cock out of her cunt she uttered a
muffled sigh, and a lot of juice seeped out of her and ran down her thighs.
"Now, hurry up and take a shower. You'll have to put some perfume on the
corset to cover the stink, before you take it on again, and I guess a new
pair of stockings will be just as necessary."
"What's the matter. You used to like a well fucked pussy, didn't you?"
"Yes, and I still do. But I'm not sure your ersatz son will like it.
Sven is coming here in about half an hour when our son, our own Sven, has
fallen asleep. He's going to fuck you till his little willie gives in."
"Oh, no. You can't do that. I can't fuck him while our son is sleeping
downstairs. And I've come so much tonight. No, you can't do that. I
can't do it, I can't. Oh, damn you, of course I can. I have thought of
nothing else the whole day."
She turned round and practically ran out into the bathroom. I looked at
the panties. Some cleaning job was due tomorrow.
When Helle came back from the bathroom she looked gorgeous again. A
tiny hint of makeup, the corset freshened with a dash of perfume, and new,
all black stockings tied up to the thongs. "Do I have to wear panties
now?"
"No. Actually I should have liked you to be shaved, `cause I think I'm
going to teach that little boy how to lick a pussy, but the possiblity of
having him tonight turned up so late, that I was busy with a lot of other
things. But we'll see."
"Oh, how lovely. He's really going to lick me?"
"Sure. And I want you to suck his little willie and enjoy it."
"I will."
"I think I'll be nice to you and spare you the blindfold. He's such a
cute little boy that I'll let you see him. By the way, it's about time I
went down to fetch him. I'll look in and see if Sven is asleep."
"Oh, hurry... I can't wait."
A quiet, steady breathing told me that Sven was asleep when I sneaked
his door open. Then to the garage to fetch Benny. "Take your shoes off.
And when we get up there I'll advise you to do what we tell you. You'd
like to fuck her many times, wouldn't you?"
"You bet I would."
"OK, then we'd better keep her horny and satisfied, and we have a bit
more experience in that. Later on you can take initiatives, all right?"
"A hundred, Sir."
When we entered the bedroom Helle swooned. "Oh, my God, you are cute.
Come to mommy and give us a hug." She sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Come, my boy, and let mommy take off your clothes." Her hands were shaking
while she slowly peeled of every piece of clothing, down to his small
briefs. Meanwhile Sven's (Benny's) eyes were falling out of his head,
watching Helle in her whorish outfit. His little cock was proudly sticking
out in an angle of 90 degrees. I noticed Helle lick her lips, but it would
be a bit awkward to bend down to suck it, so I told Sven: "Why don't you
lie down on the bed? I'm sure Helle wants to suck your willie."
The sneaky little bastard had already deducted what was going on, so he
climbed the bed with a smile, and said: "Is he right, mom? Do you want to
suck my willie?" I had to admire the little sod. His words went directly
from her eardrums to her pussy, no detour round the brain. With a slight
whimpering she turned round and let her hands roam the boyish slim body.
"Oh, yes, my dear. Mommy is going to suck your willie so nice and hot."
Sven leaned back to give her access, and both of them had closed their eyes
when her red, hot lips closed down on the little prick. With her thumb and
forefinger she pulled back the tapered foreskin and the cutest red head
poked out. Apparantly Helle had filled her mouth with spit, for suddenly
she started churning the spit round his exposed glans. Her cheeks were
pumping, and Sven let out a little high pitched cry from pleasure. "Oh,
mom, it's so good. I'm coming. I'm coming." His little body was raked
with pleasure cramps, and he fucked his prick as far into Helle's mouth as
it would go, his smooth belly hitting her cheeks. Helle collapsed beside
him on the bed, and I suspect she had a small orgasm, untouched by human
hand.
"My, it's sweet that he doesn't even spurt."
"You have better enjoy it, mom. I might start doing it any day."
"Oh, my sweetie, I'll enjoy it. Do you want for mommy to put that sweet
little thing into her pussy. It's very hot and wet in there."
"Yes, please. It's stiff again, and it felt so good last time."
I must say I enjoyed this even more than I had thought. Helle was
shaking all over as she swung her leg over his body and squatted right over
his hips. She turned to me and whispered: "Do you want to guide it in?"
"You ARE some horny slut. Not only will you fuck your son, you want his
daddy to feed his prick into your wet hole."
"Yessss, yes I am. Oh, this is so wicked. My pussy is burning. I'm
going to come again in a minute or two. Put it in, damn you. Put it in."
As ordered I took hold of his prick. It sure was very hard again. I
whipped it a few times up and down her cunt before I held it in the right
position. "Sit down, slut. Sit down on your son's cock. And enjoy it."
With a deep sigh she lowered herself on him. The prick slipped easily
into her sopping hole. He can't have felt much friction, I think, but he
looked like he had come to heaven anyway. I took one of his hands and
placed it on her tit. Automatically the other hand came up, and now he was
mauling and caressing her pretty tits. Helle opened and closed her eyes
all the time. There was a wicked smile on her lips, and she fucked that
little boy from the bottom of her heart. She couldn't make movements much
more than two inches, or that little prick would have fallen out of her,
but she sure used those small movements to their limit. I joined the boy's
hands on her tits, and when I pinched her nipples she suddenly exploded.
"Oh, my God, I'm coming again. Oh, fuck it's great. I'm going to die.
AAAaahhhhhh. Oooouuuuu. Yes, yes, son, fuck your prick up in my cunt,
ooooo, it's divine. I love it, I love it. AAAaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh." She
grabbed the boy and turned round so he was lying on top of her. "Come my
boy, fuck me till you come. Fuck that lovely cock up my cunt. Fuck
me...."
He lasted about 30 seconds, then he collapsed on top of Helle, his head
between her tits. I quickly shed my clothes. By now I had a raging
hardon, and I really needed to sink it to the bottom of her sloppy hole. I
nudged Sven (Benny) to get him off her, and when Helle opened her eyes to
look at me, supported on my stretched arms between her legs, her eyes were
full of stars, love, sex, .... you name it.
The clever little bastard beside us struck again. He leaned over to
Helle and said in a real little-boy voice: "Mom, can I guide it into you?
He did it with me." It was like pressing the right button on a whoring
robot. "Oh, yes, my boy. That would be really lovely. Do you like to
touch it?" "I don't know, but I'd like to try." It was such a perverse
tinkling in my throat and my cock when I felt the small hand circle my cock
and pull it closer to Helle's pussy. When I felt her wetness on the tip of
my cockhead I pushed all the way to the bottom and crushed Sven's hand
between us. He just pulled back and smiled. Then he propped his head on
his left arm so he could watch us fuck.
Helle groaned and sighed when I banged my cock into her for a while.
Suddenly her eyes lit and she whispered: "Go slow a little. Do you want my
finger in your arse once again, Sir?" "Ah, yes. That would be perfect."
She stretched her arm down to my arse, then I could feel how she dipped her
finger in the juices slushing round my cock, and finally I felt that index
finger slip easily into my arse. God, it was great. I flexed my sphincter
round her finger and it tickled all over my body.
Sven leaned over to Helle and whispered something in her ear that I
couldn't hear. She went all tense and her eyes opened wide. Then she
relaxed and looked at me while she said: "What a perfectly nasty idea.
Yes, I'm sure." She turned to Sven and whispered to him, and immediately he
jumped off the bed and opened the top drawer in Helle's chest of drawers.
Sven returned with a little bottle in his hand, and when he showed it to
Helle she smiled. She lifted her legs and crossed them behind me, pulling
me even closer into her cunt. At the same time she wriggled her finger in
my ass. With a little plop she pulled it out while Sven lifted the lid of
the bottle. Quickly she poured some oil into her hand, smeared some of it
on Sven's cock, and last she used her fingers to oil up my asshole. Then
it dawned upon me. "NO, no. You two are not going to bugger me. No."
"Relax, love. You liked my finger in you arse. I'm sure you'll love it
when Sven slips that little cock into your arse." She grabbed my arsecheeks
and pulled them apart, and without making any resistance I felt his cock
press into me. I have to admit it was great, and forbidden, and horny, and
absolutely delicious. Helle threw her arms round my neck and lifted her
mouth to mine. Her kiss was electric. "Just relax and stay still. If you
let Sven do the fucking I'll feel it through your cock in my pussy." And
fuck me he did. I was amazed at the power that little body hit me with,
and sure every push went on into Helles slubbering cunt. My whole body was
alive. When I closed my eyes multicoloured dots were swimming around. My
temperature soared and I started shaking all over. When I came it was out
of this world. I yelled and groaned, and tons of sperm rushed up into
Helle. I felt Sven speeding up, and then he came too, yelling "Woooow,
oooohh, aaaahhh." I don't know that I have ever had an orgasm that strong.
I stayed on top of Helle for a little while. I felt Sven's cock dwindle
and fall out of my arse, and a little later I rolled off Helle. I could
just manage to kiss her a few times, then I was overwhelmed by a deadly
fatigue, and I fell asleep.
Twice during the night I woke up shortly, only to hear sighs and moans
and feel the bed moving under me, before I dropped back into sleep.
In the early grey light of morning Helle woke me up. "You have better
follow Sven down to the garage so he can get out before we all have to get
up." I followed him down when he had dressed. He looked absolutely pooped.
"Well, my boy, hope you've had a good night."
"It was absolutely super. When can I come back?"
"Take it easy, young man. We enjoyed this very much, but it's not a
thing we want to do every day. So wait till I call you, and don't call us
again. Get it?"
"OK. I won't call you. But this chance just got up, and I had to ask
you."
"That's allright for this time, but not again. Have a good day."
"Same to you, and thank you."
When I came upstairs I looked at Helle. She was half asleep, utterly
beautiful with an all and over fucked out expression. She smiled directly
to me.
"Phew, that was so good. That little boy sure wants to fuck."
"Yeah, I felt something like it during the night."
"For sure he fucked me 5 more times, and then I actually think he fucked
me a couple of times while I was sleeping.
"You must be tired, then."
"I'm sure I can't go to work. Why don't we, just for once, fake a flu
and report ill? I'll send Sven off to school, and we can have a rest and a
quiet fuck alone."
"It's not something I want, but for today I think it's a good idea."
Helle smiled, cuddled up against my shoulder, and we simply enjoyed the
warmth of each other for the next twenty minutes, until Helle got out of
bed to wake up our innocent son.
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