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COLLECTION ONE.
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	This collection contains:
		1. My Wife Lisa. (MMF)
		2. To Inherit a Factory. (F+/M)
		3. Extern Weekend. (FFM)
		4. Translator. (MF, cheat)
		5. The Cure. (MMF, hypn.)
		6. To Leave And To Find. (M+/F)

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MY WIFE LISA.  (MMF, cons.)
		by Spiller.

                   	CHAPTER ONE - after the party.

	We had been to a party at the company - fine food, great wine and a
lot of dancing. Around midnight we decided to walk home, as we live only
a few blocks away. One of my colleagues from the export division - Per -
chose to walk with us, as he lived in the same direction, only two blocks
further. When we stopped at our house to say goodbye I invited him in for
a nightcap, which he accepted.
	
While I mixed the drinks Lisa sat down in the sofa and Per in an
armchair, and when I had served the drinks I sat down beside Lisa. We
had some small-talk about the party. Lisa looked absolutely radiant, and I
slipped my right arm round her neck with my hand hanging down in front
of her breast. I touched her nipple lightly, and it answered kindly by
getting very stiff and make itself visible through her thin blouse. It must
definately have been the wine, which made Lisa accept my touches -
normally she is a terrible prude in front of other people. Fortunately,
though, she is a wonderfully hot lady when we are alone.
	
I had played discretely with her breast a few times, when it was
evident, that Per was watching my hand intensely, and I leaned over to
kiss Lisa on her neck.
	
- That looks very hot, said Per.
	
- You think so, I asked? - Do you want a touch yourself?
	
Lisa threw me a questioning glance, but when Per got up from his
armchair and moved to the sofa, she closed her eyes and turned to give
me one hot kiss - tongue out and all.
	
When Per was placed at Lisa's other side I moved my right hand
away from her breast, and instead I slipped the other hand under her arm
to touch her left breast, while Per cupped the right one. Lisa's eyes were
still closed, but in a few seconds her breathing became heavier, and little
moans escaped her. She was evidently enjoying, what we were doing to
her, and I slipped my hand up under her blouse to touch her naked breast.
I turned her head to kiss me again, and then I pushed her lightly on her
cheek towards Per. She got the hint, and in a second she was kissing
him. Little groans escaped her throath, and when she turned to me again
she threw her arms around my neck and nearly ate me.
	
For a short moment it was as if time stood still, then Lisa
straightened up, grabbed her blouse by the hem and lifted it off. Her pert
little breasts stood out as if they were inviting us. She put her legs up on
the small table in front of the sofa and leaned back with her arms behind
us on the back of the sofa.  As she bent her legs her skirt slid up to show
Per her black stockings and suspenders.
	
God, how she looked good, and I nearly could not recognize her
behaviour, but at the same time I felt so randy that my stomach was
churning. For a while we concentrated on her breasts, caressing, kissing,
small bites to her nipples and a lot of kisses. By now Lisa made no secret
of it: She too was horny, and with abandon she enjoyed what we were
doing to her. She raised her knees a bit more and let them fall apart so her
skirt bundled up close to her waist, which revealed what I had not known:
She was not wearing any panties. Really, she must have gone the whole
evening without them - and I had not known.  I let my hand slide up from
her knees to her pussy, and  my, was she wet. As I watched Per's hand
work its way up the other thigh I felt her cunt. Her lips were all swollen
and wet, and my finger felt like it popped in between them to feel all that
juice and a stiff and swollen clit. 
 	
I felt Per's hand push mine aside, and I massaged her pretty little
tummy, while he took his turn caressing and slowly masturbating my
pretty wife. I turned my head to kiss her, and she was all over my face.
Suddenly she whispered close to my ear: - God, I'm so randy. Can you
feel how well my cunt likes this?  Maybe you don't know it,but this is a
fantasy of mine, and I have often masturbated to it when you were not at
home.
	
- I'm burning inside, I whispered. (Why suddenly this whispering?)
	
- Are you sure you want to carry on?
	
- Oh, yes, sure. Do you?
	
- I never would have thought it, but yes, I want to.
	
I took hold of her shoulders and turned her, so her head was
moving down towards my lap, and she sensed what I wanted and quickly
lifted her legs off the table and swung them i Per's direction.
	
- Come Per, I want you to lick my cunt for good. I'm so very randy.
	
- Mmm, yes, I can feel that, said Per, and then he cupped Lisas nice
tight arse with his hands and lifted her up, so her cunt was opened wide
right in front of his face. Just before his mouth closed in on her I bent
down and kissed her wildly. I could not see when he started to lick her,
but I certainly felt it. Lisa let out a little scream and threw her arms round
my neck, and then she bit my lower lip so hard she made a little hole in it
and drew blood.
	
- Oh, God. Wait. Wait, Per.  She looked up at me and said: You go
and sit down in the armchair. I want you to have a good look at the first
time another man is going to lick me.
	
I rose to go over to the chair, but then Lisa quickly sat up. - Come
on, boys, get your clothes off, all of them.
	
- Yes, said Per, but you definately keep on thoses stockings and
suspenders!
	
Lisa took off her skirt while Per and I undressed. While we did so
she lay back on the sofa and fingered her cunt for us to see.
But when Per kneeled on the floor beside the sofa and pulled her thighs
apart she just closed her eyes and threw her arms out. He had only been
licking her a short time when she suddenly opened her eyes wide and
stared at me with pure lust in them.
	
- Oh, this is great, she panted. - He is gonna make me come in a few
seconds. Come and kiss me, while he does it!
	
I hurried over to her. As we were kissing she was rocking her cunt
up and down on Per's face, and when I started squeezing her nipples she
let go of my mouth and started screaming. First as a low growl, and then
louder and louder. My cock was nearing explosion when I saw her belly
ripple in contractions and her arms around my neck nearly strangled me.
Per stopped his licking, and we let Lisa calm down a little. When she
came to she smiled at me and said: - This was a lot better than fantasy. Do
you want to see my cunt?
	
The question was only formally, because she just turned round in
the sofa, put her head in Per's lap and spread her lovely legs so she could
put them on each side of me. At the same time she grabbed Pers very stiff
and very big cock and rubbed it against her cheek. That smile on her face
was indescribable. I touched her cunt. It was not wet anymore, it was
overflowing. Down her thighs juices were glistening, and the tops of her
stockings were wet. Her lips were puffed and open to reveal a clit which
just had had a good work-over. I slid one hand up to caress her belly
while the other started to circle lightly around her cunt. When I touched
her clit she sighed deeply and started rocking her pelvis up and down. -
Oh, no, I'm starting again. She smiled at me as she turned her head to
plant a series of wet kisses on the tip of Per's cock. At that I pushed her
legs up to give me comfortable acces to her cunt. As I sucked her clitoris
into my mouth and let my tongue circle the tip of it, I slipped a finger into
her flowing cunt. When it was comfortably wet I pulled it out, and as I
slipped the indexfinger into her cunt my middlefinger pressed against her
little back entrance. It quickly slipped in, acompanied by a groan from
Lisa. I was not allowed to double-fingerfuck her for a long time. She broke
off saying: - Oh, no, I'm not going to come this way. I want that new cock
in me to come on, and I'll be too tired if I come now. She sat up, took hold
of Per's legs and pulled him in position, so he was half lying in the sofa
with his legs on the floor.
   	
She swung her leg over him, and with her back to Per she grabbed
his cock. It was a sight that burned itself into my brain when she hung her
head down to watch, as she guided that stiff cock in between her lips and
gently lowered herself down, until she was completely impaled on it. As
she started moving up and down it was evident, that she was showing off
for me, and that she was enjoying herself totally. She was moaning,
letting out little screams, breathing hard and fast. Her breasts were
swinging and little beads of sweat were forming on her chest and
forehead.
	
- Oh, God, it's wonderful. Do you know he feels so different in me? 
I'm sure I can('t last long this way. She let out another little squeal, and
then she looked teasingly into my eyes. - Come here, and do me a favour.
It's something from my fantasy. 
	
I sat down on the floor between their legs. Lisa put her hands down
and grabbed her big lips and pulled them apart. Per's cock was a fine
sight disappearing into her stretched cunt.
	
- Now, you lick my clit while I enjoy this strange cock inside me -
and I guarantee you I'll explode in a short while. 
	
It felt a bit strange, when I started to do, what she wanted. She was
still moving up and down on Per's cock, and it was impossible for me to
avoid that my tongue sometimes touched it. My own cock was raring to
go, but evidently it was not my turn yet. 
	
She was absolutely right in her prediction: Two minutes of licking
and fucking, and she started screaming at the top of her voice.
She clamped down on Per, so I could no longer lick her, and her whole
body started shaking. She was shaking, screaming and humping up and
down at the same time. I could not see Per's face, but from his legs and
cock I could judge, that he had started coming too. Right in front of my
eyes he was pumping my wife full of sperm. 
	
Lisa collapsed and nearly fell forward to lean her head on my
shoulder and fold her arms around me. I knew, that right now she was
doing as she always did: Really enjoying a lot of tiny little spasms, that
went through her cunt after each orgasm, and which I myself had learned
to enjoy. My was I envious at that moment. Then she slowly got up. Per's
cock fell out of her, and now she and I stood for a moment, arms around
each other. She raised her lips to my ear and whispered: - Oh, thank you,
my love. You really can't know how wonderful  this was for me. I love you,
I love you.
	
- It was so great to see. I'm still horny, you know.
	
Apparantly Per had sensed our need to concentrate on ourselves,
because he had picked up his clothes and now he slipped out of the
livingroom. A little later we heard the front door close.
	
- Come, let's go to bed, and I'll give you the fuck of your life. She
took my hand and led me onto our big bed. She pushed me down on my
back with my cock pointing straight upwards. She straddled me, and
again I had that wonderful sight: She lowered her head to look down
while she grabbed my cock and guided it into her well fucked cunt.  It felt
like putting it into hot water. Juices were sliding down my cock as she
pushed down on me - a mix of sperm and her own affluent juices. But I
never felt anything like it. She was alive in there. The bottom of her cunt
was alive, massaging the tip of my cock.
	
- Do you want me to talk?
	
- Mmmm. Yes. Was it good?
	
- Good? It was wonderful. I felt like a whore. When you were licking
my cunt around Per's cock I felt I could take on all men in the world, one
by one, and never get enough. 
	
All the time she was moving up and down, sometimes stopping a
moment to squeeze her cunt a couple of times, and then pick up
movement again.
	
- All that juice is not just mine, you know. You must be a little bit of
a pervert to enjoy it - at least I feel so depraved to smear another guy's
sperm around your cock with my cunt. - Oh, no, now it's burning again. It
is! It's burning and tinkling again. Oh, what have I done tonight !  It was
so wonderful.
	
By now I was very close to coming. I grabbed her hips, and without
leaving her cunt I turned us round to the good old missionary position.
And I started fucking her for good. She was so open - or at least she felt
like it. She was like wet silk inside, and her cunt gave out little squishing
sounds every time I hit bottom.
	
- It' so good to fuck you, you little whore.  Can you feel the
difference?
	
- Oh yes, and it's so good. Per's cock was very fat but not nearly as
long as yours. 
	
She was panting hard again, and so was I - very close by now.
	
Suddenly she gasped hard again and said in a broken voice: - I
know, what you tried to tell me, when you put two fingers in me. And one
day we'll do it, but then you'll have to teach me and train me to have your
cock in my arse. With that she started groaning again. First it felt like the
bottom of her cunt was widening  into a cathedral, and then the cramps
began. At the same time I started coming. I yelled and screamed when it
felt as if I was emptying my brain, my spine and my sperm out through my
cock and into that sopping hole.
	
I felt such a great tenderness towards her as we lay there
embracing.  We were still enjoying the small manipulations her cunt was
doing to my cock while it slowly was shrinking. At last it fell out of her
with a small plop. I cuddled her up on my shoulder with my arms around
her, and for a long time we were very quiet but enjoying the feeling of our
skin touching and the silent sound of her breathing.

			CHAPTER TWO - Saturday morning.

	Lisa woke me up Saturday morning. Well, this morning was very
close to noon, 'cause we had slept rather late, at least I had, but I was
brought back to life by Lisa. She still had her head on my left shoulder,
but now she was kissing my throath and my chest, and her left leg she
had brought up to rest on my thighs. The minute I was awake she raised
her head and kissed me for real.
	
I always loved the smell of her body in the morning. The long night
under the covers brings out the best of her smells, like a fine wine when it
gets the right temperature. This morning was no different. And yet ! As I
really woke up to her kisses, I was aware, that the leg resting on mine was
not naked. The stocking had that electric feeling to it, which I always
loved. Stocking. Suspender. Friday night !
	
Lisa was now pressing her lower body into my hip. Her movements
were tiny, tiny little pushes, but no doubt she enjoyed moving her cunt
against my skin. Her left hand moved from my chest, and she lifted the
covers and let them fall down again.
	
The smells hit my nose like a blow. If that smell could be bottled it
sure would be the most erotic perfume I can imagine. Warm skin of a
pretty woman, sweat, juices from a delicious cunt, dried up sperm - and
not only mine, at that. Sure she knew what she was doing when she lifted
those covers. Immediately the most sybaritic pictures formed on the
inside of my eyelids and my cock started to swell.
	
Softly she took my hand and whispered into my ear: - Come, let me
show you something. She guided my hand down under the covers and at
the same time she lifted her leg off me and turned her body slightly. When
I felt her trimmed pubic hair under my fingers, she pushed my hand the
last few centimeters until it rested on her cunt. - Feel this, she whispered.
- Do you like it?  
	
Her cunt and the top of her thighs over the stocking-tops were
covered in dried up juices and in contradiction to that, fresh juice was
slowly seeping out of her cunt. With my middle finger I touched the soft,
rubbery skin between her arse and her cunt. It was wet and slippery, and I
could not resist to pop the tip of my finger in between her cuntlips.  Wet,
wet, wet.
   	
- Hey, what is this?
   	
- I woke up an hour ago. 
   	
- What have you been doing since then?
   	
- Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
   	
-You feel as if you have been playing with yourself.
   	
- No. It is untouched by human hand the last six hours.
   	
- And you are so sopping wet?
   	
- When I woke up I first felt my stockings, and then when I moved
my legs it felt as if my lips down there had been glued together. I could
really feel all that dried up wetness. She was still whispering.
   	
- And that made you randy, didn't it?
   	
- Believe me, it did.
   	
I took hold of the covers and pulled them up over our heads. The
daylight disappeared, and at the same time it felt like we were in a small
cave, where the smell of all that lovemaking became strong and intense. It
sure went straight to the brain and from there right down to my cock. Our
skins felt warm and dry to the touch.
   	
- Tell me then why you are so dripping wet.
   	
- Sure? she whispered.
   	
- Oh, yes, I'm sure.
   	
- I'll only whisper, then.
   	
- Why only whisper?
   	
- I'm not quite sure of your reactions, and I'm a bit shy about it.
   	
- Alright, love, you whisper. Come. Lie down on your back and hold
your thighs together. I'll put one finger on your clit, and I shall hold it
nearly still.
   		
She folded her arms under her head and straightened out
those wonderful legs. The feeling of her stockings against my legs was
quite electric. My right hand found its way down to her cunt. I let my
middle finger find its way into the top of her crack, where I let it rest
against her clit, which was very easy to find.
   	
- OK, love. Let's hear what you have to say.
   	
- When I felt that stickiness I thought of how it came to be.
   	
- Yes?
   	
- I started to think how wonderfully randy I was when Per shot his
load into me while you were licking me.
   	
- Mmmm.
   	
- Then I thought back to the moment when I slid down on his cock
while you were looking. You wouldn't know how wonderful it was.
   	
- Tell me.
   	
- First, it's because it's the first cock apart from your's I have felt for
more than 20 years. And at that it was an absolutely wonderful cock. It
was not as long as yours, but you saw yourself how fat it was. I felt my
whole vagina stretch like never before, and the newness of it was so
exciting. It made me tinkle all over - and especially in my cunt.
   	
- And that's when you started getting wet?
   	
- Hold that finger. Don't make me come now - or I'll never tell you.
   	
- All right. Dead still it is.
   	
- I really started flowing when I had to admit to myself, that I want to
do it again. It was so perverted or whatever you'll call it, to feed that fat,
strange cock into my cunt while you were looking. I felt so full of power -
it felt like my cunt was a  power-reactor which could control all the randy
men of this world. And at the same time it was such a randy hole, that it
should  take all the men of the world to satisfy it.
  	
- It was so exciting for me. You know how I love you, but my whole
body was shaking at the sight of you hanging your head down to watch
as you fed it into you. I think maybe it's also because it is 'forbidden' - as
if you are on new ground.
   	
- Yes, maybe. But I'll go on: It was a certain line of thought that
forced me to wake you up with a kiss.
   	
- Mmmm. What?
   	
- It was something I said last night, and which I really want to do
right now while I'm stinking like a whore and I feel like a whore.
   	
- Do I have to guess?
   	
- No, you don't. And suddenly she changed from whispering to
plain talk. - I want you to teach me and train me to use my arse for
pleasure for both of us.
  	
- So you meant what you said?
  	
- Oh, yes  I do. When I told you I hadn't touched my cunt this
morning it was true - but I said nothing about my arse. Really, I have
tickled myself down there. I know I have always said no, when you tried
something there, but the way you did it yesterday with your two fingers
was so exciting and started fantasies, so this morning I not only wanted
to accept it for your sake, - it was so filled with lust and fantasy that I
nearly could not stand it.
   	
By now my cock was so incredibly stiff. I threw back the covers and
admired her lovely body for a few seconds. My middle finger in her cunt
started masturbating her as if it had a will of it's own.
   	
- Oh, God, no. Stop it. Stop it. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my
hand away. - I don't want to come now.
   	
- All right, love. Turn over.
   	
Immediately she turned over to lie on her frontside with that tight,
rounded arse  ready for..... She looked at me and smiled a very naughty
smile, and then she turned her head away from me.  I bundled up one of
the covers and pushed it under her, so her arse was lifted and ready. Her
stockings and suspenders really looked used: Stained and a bit crumbled.
I sat down between her legs, which I pushed apart, and now I had a very
fine and clear view of her cunt and her little lightbrown back entrance. For
a little while I massaged the top of her thighs and her buttocks. Then I
gave her a little slap on the cheeks and asked: - Are you ready now?
   	
- More than ever !
   	
For a little while I let a finger tease her cunt - touching her clit
lightly, dipping in between her lips to retract some juice which I also had
to bring to my lips to taste. Divine. Now I brought a few drops up and
placed them on that inviting little star. More dipping, bringing up more
juice, and after a few minutes I let my finger rest there some seconds
before I applied a little pressure. Actually it ditn't take much pressure
before the tip slipped inside. This resulted in a small moan from Lisa, and
I let my finger rest there very quietly. Slowly I  pressed it in a little bit
more. When I started to rotate it a little she moaned again.
   	
- Just relax, love, and it will not hurt.
   	
- It doesn't hurt, it's just feels so wonderful and strange.
   	
- That's great. In a minute I'm going to put in one more finger, then
you'll have to relax.
   	
- I will, I will. Oh, will you do me a favour?
  	
-  Yes, if I can.
	
- You can. Put the other finger into my cunt like you did last night.
Then you can put an arm up there and I won't complain.
   	
I did as she asked. Immediately she began panting and rocking her
pelvis up and down.
   	
- Oh, this is great. Come. Give me another finger.
   	
I rotated my finger a little to widen her hole, then I removed my
middlefinger from her cunt. It was very wet, and when I had drawn the
index finger almost all the way out, I started pressing both of them into
her. 	- Hey, relax and push against me. She did just that. Actually she
raised herself up on all four and pushed against my hand. Both fingers
slipped in. Lisa let out a small scream of pain, but at the same time she
evidently enjoyed what was happening.
   	
- Come on, now. Give me the third. I'm not made of porcelain, and
I'm dammned randy.
   	
Sure. The third finger was pressed in beside the two others, and
this time I just pushed it in roughly and in one hard push.
	
Lisa screamed again, but she also twisted and turned her arse
around my fingers.
   	
- That's it, I said. - Now you are going to get my cock instead. I kept
the fingers in her while I leaned over to take a bottle of lotion on her
night-stand. I opened the bottle with my mouth, poured a generous glob
down to my fingers and then I massaged it into her tight hole. By now my
cock was hard as iron and absolutely ready to work it's way into the hole
she up till now had never wanted to let me use. When she felt the tip of
my cock there she screamed: - Yes, come, give it to me. Come, push it in,
push it all in, as far as you can.  I did, hard and without mercy, and again
she screamed that it hurt, - Oh, it hurts, aaauuu, it hurts, .. aauuu, oh,
ooooh, God it is electric. I'm tinkling all over, I'm that randy. Oh, tell me
how it feels, then I'll tell you.
    	
- It's so tight. It is very tight round my cock, and inside it's hot and
open.
   	
- Yes, it feels like you are going to break my arse, and inside its very
soft and wonderful. It also feels very forbidden or perverse, or what
should I say. Its wrong in a wonderful way. 
   	
- It's so wonderful, that you finally are ready to do it that way. You
know I have wanted it for years.
   	
- Yes. I am not sure why I said no, but I'm dead sure why I want it
now.
   	
- Tell me.
   	
- I got so randy last night when you put two fingers in me. I was
holding Per's cock close to my chin, and when you did that, I was filled
with a wild desire to have both your cocks in me. I tell you, that never in
my life have I been so randy, and I am again now.
   	
- So you really want to try it?
   	
- Oh, God, yes. That's why I thought I had better get used to it. Will
you let me try it? You know, I'll only do it if you reall want it.
   	
- Yes, you slut, I want it too.
   	
- Great. Yes I'm a slut - and now I want you to fuck me good and
strong, and I'm sure I'll come on you cock in my arse.   
 	
- Mmmm. I am not sure I can last a very long time. Get out of the
bed and find that soft dildo you had some time ago - if you still have it.
   	
- Yes, I still have it.
   	
She pulled herself off my cock and jumped to her chest of drawers
where she fetched the soft  silicone dildo looking almost as if it was made
of glass. On her way back she smiled wickedly at me. - Am I going to have
them both now?
   	
- Yes you are.
   	
- But I thought I should have to wait until Per visited us again.
   	
- No. It's now. And hurry up.
   	
She jumped into the bed again, placing herself on all fours with her
round and firm arse pointing up in the air. I pushed my cock back into her
arse. This time it was much easier. Then I said: - Come on, you slut. Push
that dildo into your cunt yourself - and pretend that it is Per who is
pushing that fat cock into you.
   	
Lisa did as told. It was strange to feel the dildo rub against the
sensitive underside of my cock. And as Lisa started to fuck herself with
the dildo while she was moaning and crying in the most randy way, I
started fucking her arse. I could feel I should not last long, and quite true,
after a couple of minutes I yelled to Lisa: - I'm coming now, I'm coming.
God this is wonderful.
   	
- If you start filling me up with sperm I'm going to come too, she
panted. I have been holding it back. Come now, come, fuck me hard.
   	
I rammed my cock into her ten or fifteen times, and then I exploded.
While my cock was pumping her arse she started coming too. Like a
geyser. When I had pumped all I had into her, she was still milking my
cock with that strong muscle. I pushed her down on her belly and rested a
little while with my cock still in her arse, then I pulled out and turned her
round to lie on her back. She looked like a cat who just had a bowl of
cream. She pulled the dildo out of her cunt and held it to my mouth.
   	
- Here, you naughty man. Taste it and clean it.
   	
With that she cuddled up on my shoulder again and lay as she did
when she woke me up.
	
- That was gorgeous, she whispered. - Are you sure you'll let me try
it for real?
	
- Mmmm, I will. But on two conditions.
	
- Tell me. But I can't imagine them to be so strict as to hold me off,
if I have your promise.
	
- Good. Never again panties or pantyhose.
	
- Agreed.
	
- I can do to your arse what I want to and when I want it.
	
- Of course you can, if you agree to one condition of mine.
	
- Which is?
	
- The first time has to be with Per.
	
- Agreed. But why?
	
- I won't be nervous, and I'll have a hell of a randy time waiting for it
to happen.
	
- Oh. You are that turned on?
	
- You should know by now. And I'm going to wear your cock out in
the days waiting for it to come through.
	
With that she lifted her left leg over my body again, but this time
she had her right hand between our bodies, at shamelessly she started
masturbating, rubbing her hand between my belly and her own cunt.



Chapter two.	

Two weeks after our first experience with Per he visited us again. This is the story
of the time up to his visit - and that wonderful night.
	
For more than a week after that glorious night with Per my wife Lisa was like
a cat on a hot tin roof. I definitely didn't have to remind her that she was not
supposed to wear panties or pantyhose and that her arse was supposed to be
freely accessible to me. On Monday she was an hour and a half late coming home,
and when her car stopped in the driveway I heard her call my name. When I got out
there I had to help her carry a number of parcels into the house, and she herself
carried a couple of big plastic bags with other items.
	
- My, where have YOU been?
	
- You just wait till we get inside. I've been shopping, and I can't wait to show
you ! 
	
- Looks like it's been an expensive day, I said. None of these parcels look like
cheap bargains.
	
- You are dead right, they are not. And I think this week is going to cost us a 
handsome amount - but I promise you you'll have no reason to complain!
	
In the kitchen the first thing she did was to place a small wooden crate and
two bottles of champagne in the fridge. Then she turned round, kissed me
passionately and smiled to me:
	
- I'm going to have a shower. Will you please make a few pieces of toast
while I'm there, and then we'll have a small party on oysters, caviar and champagne
- and I promise you an erotic modelling show to go with the food.
	
- I can see from the gleam in your eyes, that I'd be stupid to complain.
	
- You bet !
	
She kissed me again and suddenly she was gone. From the bedroom down
the hall I could hear her humming bits and pieces of old evergreens, and then the
sound of the shower overpowered her voice.
	
I got the toaster running and set the table at the same time. I heard the
shower stop, her steps in the hall, and little noises and her humming from the
bedroom.
	
- You can take out the small crate, the champagne and the tin of caviar now.
I'll be with you in a jiffy.
	
Suddenly she stood there, stark naked, in the doorway, her hands on the
doorframe and one hip higher than the other as she had bent a knee slightly and
put that leg forward. God, she was beautiful !
	
- Like what you see? she smiled.
	
- You are so beautiful and sexy, I said.
	
- I'm sure the neighbours will think so too if you don't turn the Venezian
blinds down right now, she laughed.
	
We sat down at the table. I turned off the light when I had lit the candles in
the 4 candelabras I had fetched from our livingroom. I opened the champagne and
the tin of caviar (must have been a fortune) while Lisa opened the wooden crate
with the oysters.  That meal turned out to be the best of my lifetime - and not only
because of the luxury food.
	
- I'm happy you still think I'm beautiful, she smiled to me. But apart from the
incredible sexiness of having supper with you stark naked, you haven't seen half of
how sexy I can bee tonight.
	
She was teasing me something rude while we ate. - Oh, dear, seems like I
spilled some oysterjuice on my left tit. Will you please lick it off? As I rose to do so I
started taking off my jacket, but she stopped me. - No, no. I feel even more naked
when you are all dressed up, dear. Don't take any clothes off. I'll do that presently.
And a little later: - My, oh my. I think I have a few drops of champagne on my thigh.
Do you want it?
	
We enjoyed the meal for over half an hour, and I for sure enjoyed to see my
wife behave with such abandon. Never in our marriage had she done anything
remotely like this - and I loved it.
	
- Well, my dear. Are you ready for a lingerie show? Then get me the blue
parcel over there.
	
What followed now can only be described as a lewd and provocative show by
my small wife. All in all she had bought about 10 outfits. And every time she
changed, she made a big fuss out of spreading her legs to put on stockings, asking
me to fit garterbelts or to snap and unsnap flimsy bras. A few panties were in there
as well, but she made an effort to tell me, that they were only for 'office-use' or
other out of the house activities. Every time she had put on a set she'd comment on
it:
	
- This, I think, emphasizes my cunt, don't you? I love the way the straps are
wide and the stockings go up high on my thighs so you cannot avoid to
concentrate on my little, naughty cunt.
	
Or: - I love the way my nipples are shown off in this bra. For another one she
said: - This blue set I shall wear all day on Saturday, and then I'm going to fuck you
silly when we get to bed.
	
By now my cock was raring to go. I simply had to open my zipper and pull
out my cock for fear it should break in my trousers. And by now Lisa had reached
her 'piece de resistance'. - Please hand me that red parcel. This one is for a special
occasion. Again she started out naked, and this time she first pulled out a pair of
stockings - black, ultrathin and with a snake pattern woven into them, so the
snake's tail started on her ankle and the head ended right under the reinforced lace
on the tops, with the snake-head on the inside of her thighs. Rather vulgar. Then
she took out a kind of corset. Very light, very thin and with very wide straps - 4 of
them on each leg - to hold the stockings.

She backed up to me and asked me to tighten the silkribbons which would tighten
up the corset. They cut into her waist and pushed down on her arse and up on her
breasts. It looked as if her arse grew an inch or two - and when she turned round I
could see her pert beautiful tits through the thinnest bra-material I ever saw. The
black, red and blue colours once again emphasized her trimmed, black cunt.
	
- God, you look like a whore, I exclaimed.
	
- That was the idea, she panted. I'm going to wear this one the first time I'm
going to fuck Per again. Obviously she was highly aroused by now. - 	- And
you are not going to see me in this set until the night he returns here to fuck me.
	
- You really look forward to that, don't you?
	
- Oh, yes I do.
	
- And you feel sure it's going to happen?
	
- Now, don't you pull out !  You promised, remember?
	
- W-e-e-l-l, yes, I said teasing her a little.
	
-Oh, please. Don't relent. I'll be so good and hot to you. I'll do anything you
want - and then some, she said.
	
- Well, then get out of that corset right now and put on the blue set with the
embroidered little cocks on. And I want to feel your cunt right now, before you
change.
	
Eagerly she came round to my chair. When she was standing in front of me
with her legs slightly spread I could smell her cunt already, and when I put my hand
between her thighs she felt hot, dripping and very much alive. She stuck her hand
into my open trousers and grabbed my long, hard cock. Quickly I stuck a finger up
into her wet cunt and at the same time rubbed her clit with my thumb. Lisa's knees
buckled under her and she withdrew.
	
- God, I'm so horny. I need your cock in my arse right now. Let me go.
	
She backed out, grabbed the blue set of stockings, garterbelt and bra and left
the kitchen. On the way out of the door she turned round.   -  Just leave it all here. I
want you in the bedroom in two minutes. With a lewd smile she slapped her own
arse and was gone.
	
For the next couple of minutes I sat on the kitchen chair as if a hurricane had
just blown me into the next century, and all the flimsy silk and nylon on the table
and chairs were evidence of my changed life. I have to admit, that a tinge of
jealousy was mixed into the joy of my wife's new-found sexdrive. But I could not
very well complain, as I was the one who initiated it all, could I?  I decided then and
there, that I'd play along with her, that I'd actually push her farther in that direction
and then just enjoy having a true whore for a wife. I promised myself that I'd keep
my cock stiff and well fucked for the next couple of weeks before I invited Per for an
encore.
	
- Are you coming, love?  Lisa was shouting from the bedroom.
	
- Yes I am, if you are wet and horny enough.
	
- You bet I am.
	
When I entered the bedroom she was lying on our bed, hands behind her
head, one leg bent at the knee, and her naked cunt on display. She looked ravishing
with her black hair on the white pillow, and the blue silk bringing out her
lightbrown sun-tanned skincolour.
	
- Come, lie down on the bed. I want to undress you myself, she said.
	
I pushed off my shoes and did as she wanted. With a lot of touches, kisses,
sucking on nipples and my cockhead Lisa managed to spend nearly 15 minutes
undressing me. For every time I touched her cunt, tits or arsehole during this she
was getting more and more wet, and had more and more difficulty concentrating on
getting me naked. Finally my shorts were off, and just as she was straddling me to
feed my raring cock into her cunt, I had a devilish idea. 
	
I lifted her off me and got up.
	
- What's wrong, dear?
	- Nothing, love. But I might as well turn this room into a whore's room. From
the wall I took down the large picture frame with an enormous print from Venice. It
only took me a minute to take the glass off and remove the print.
	
- Come. Give me that corset you are going to wear for your next fuck on Per's
fat cock.
	
I could see in her eyes, that she had got the idea. She fetched the corset and
stockings from her top drawer, and I laid them out on the white hardboard surface
and quickly replaced the glass, snapped the little locks back in place, and a minute
later that black, red and blue corset was the decoration hanging on the wall over
our bed. All the while I must have been a ridiculous sight working on the picture
stark naked and with my long cock swinging and rocking, but all the time pointing
straight into the air.
	
- Oh, you deliciously naughty man, Lisa panted. I'm crazy for that stiff cock in
my arse right now, and I need so much to come !
	
She pushed me down on my back, straddled me again, and with shaking
hands she placed the tip of my cock at her arsehole and then slowly lowered
herself until my whole cock was buried in her and she was grinding her smooth
arse against my hairs.
	
- YES, she cried. Oh, my God it's good. I am getting good at taking it, am I
not? I wish I had let you fuck me there years ago. It's so wicked and horny.
	
She started fucking me. Raising herself slowly and then slamming her lithe
body down on me. She raised her eyes to look at the pictureframe hanging over my
head, and then she brought down her right hand and began to masturbate. She
spread out her slender thighs to display her dripping cunt to my eyes, frigging
herself furiously. It did not need much guessing what was going on in her mind,
'cause her eyes were staring wildly at the corset on the wall, and in a minute she
started screaming.
	
- I'M COMING. I'M COMING. Aarrghhhh. Your cock is like a pole of fire in my
arse. Hell, it's wonderful to be a whore. She was humping and twisting on my cock
while she masturbated far into her orgasm. With a yell and a deep sigh she
collapsed on my chest and buried her face at my shoulder. The wild contractions of
her arsehole, and later the little manipulations she always enjoyed while coming
down from her high, nearly brought me off, but I held back with all my might, doing
silly algebra and thinking of work in the garden. I managed to stay stiff, and then I
pulled out of her.
	
- I'm going to the bathroom to wash my cock before I take possession of your
cunt, I gasped.
	
- No, love. Please let me do it.  She jumped out of bed, and a minute later she
was back with a bowl of lukewarm water, a washrag and a towel. With tenderness
and loving care she bathed my cock far beyond the demands of cleanliness. She
dried it off and proceeded to kiss and suck it.
	
- If you don't stop I'm going to come in your mouth, and I don't want to do
that.
	
- Why not?
	
- Because your cunt is so much more wet and horny and pleasant to my
cock.
	
- OK, love. But let me take care of you.
	
She straddled me again, but this time she placed her cunt right in front of my
cock. Instead of feeding it into her cunt she started masturbating me.
Her small hand moved slowly and softly up and down. In between she would scoop
out some juice from her cunt to make her hands even more slippery.
	
- How does it feel suddenly to have a whore in your bed? Do you like to see
my open cunt? She never even waited to hear if I had something to say. She was all
on a trip of her own. - Can you see it's snapping for air? It's snapping for cock. It's
burning inside for you and Per to fill me up and quench the fires. 
	
I was getting close, and my cock started twisting.
	
- Now, you tell me just the second you start spurting that white sperm. Not
too early and definitely not too late, hear me?
	
- It's only a few seconds.
	
- Great. She raised her arse from my thighs, bent her head down and placed
the tip of my cock at the entrance of her cunt. Still she was masturbating me and
mewing like a little kitten. 
	
- MMmmm. I can feel it's on its way. Come, you horny bastard. Ready to fill
me up? 
	
- Oh, God, NOW, I yelled.
	
My sperm started its journey up through my cock, and at the same time Lisa
lowered her soaking cunt down on it and buried it to the hilt. The sensations were
indescribable. Right from being masturbated in the air to be engulfed by a hot,
dripping, silken cunt ! And I was pumping 9-10 spurts of sperm up into her. My
whole body was shaking and Lisa extracted another two or three spurts when she
took my nipples between her fingers and squeezed them.
	
- My, was that great, I sighed. But you didn't come this time!
	
- I don't care. This was great for me too. And I have plenty of orgasms
coming my way, I tell you.
	
She manipulated my cock for a little while. Then she leaned over me, letting
her black sweet-smelling hair make a little cave round our faces. She kissed my
mouth and eyes and whispered: -  My love, I want you to relax and fall asleep with
your cock in my cunt. I want the last thing you remember of this wonderful evening
to be your cock getting smaller and smaller in my wet cunt while you fall asleep.
	
Her arms went round my shoulders. She pressed her small, lovely tits into my
chest, and she started humming little bits of meaningless tunes into my ear. I don't
know how she did it, and I don't care, but it was almost hypnotic the way she made
me fall asleep with my cock still buried in her cunt, and I was fast asleep before it
wilted completely and fell out of her without me knowing it.
	
That Monday night was pretty much representative for the rest of that week.
Lisa seemed insatiable. She was horny morn, noon and night, and she wanted my
tongue and my cock all the time. And never in her life had she worn such luscious
underwear, emphasising her sex. By Saturday her arsehole was well worn and she
derived lots of lust and orgasms from it, all the time saying how she deplored
having deprived me access up till now.  And all week she did not mention Per one
single time, but the way she would often stare at the corset in the pictureframe
above our bed while her eyes glazed over with lust, told me that she was dreaming
of it very often.

SUNDAY.

	Sunday I took her out for dinner in our neighbouring town and had her flash
her naked cunt to a number of different men - in the restaurant and in  the bar we
visited later. On our drive home at about 9 o'clock she was wet and restless. In the
bedroom I made her undress except for underwear, and then I tied her hands to our
headrest. And a little later I blindfolded her with a black silk-handkerchief, which I
had dipped in her juices first, so the snip hanging down to her nose had a distinct
smell of horny cunt.
	
I laid down beside her, pressing my stiff cock against her thigh, and without
any preliminaries I started massaging her clit, while I licked and bit her nipples till
they were standing out like little pieces of rubber.
	
-  And now, my dear, horny wife, I whispered into her right ear, all this is
really about you wanting to feel Per's cock again, isn't it?
	
- Why do you ask?
	
- Because I want you to come out and say it to me in so many lewd words.
	
Her cunt almost spurted out juice as I brought up the subject. She was
drawing in her breath between clenched teeth, and she was humping her cunt
against my hand.
	
- Yes. Yes. I want to fuck Per and you again. Oh, damn. I'm almost coming,
saying so.
	
- Say it again, then. What is it you want?
	
- I want to fuck that fat cock of his while you watch me.
	
- What does it do to you? I want to hear you tell it all, you little, horny slut.
	
- It stretches my cunt. It feels so different from your cock, and it makes me
fell whorish and depraved to have my cunt filled with another man's sperm.
	
With these words she let out a loud yell, and her whole body was shaking
and thrashing around while she was coming very violently. I continued
masturbating her, only not pressing very hard on her clit for a little while.
	
- You know, if you are going to experience it again it won't do for you to get
tired or too relaxed just because that fucking cunt of yours has come off.
	
- No. I know that. And I'm all horny again already. I can go on, I promise you.
Oh, God, I'm dripping again. Will you please do one thing for me right now?
	
- Depends.
	
- Lick my clitoris while you bury a couple of fingers in me. 
	
She lifted her knees and spread her thighs so her cunt and arse were on
display. And I was only too happy to oblige. A hell of a lot of juice was flowing
down her crack, wetting her arsehole and ending up on the mattress, which was
spotted and slippery. Her cunt and arsehole clamped down on my fingers, and she
got nearly uncontrollably horny. She was whimpering and moaning. I pulled out my
fingers, pressed down her legs and held them in a firm grip with my own legs. I
shall never stop loving that feeling of stockings rubbing against my own legs. 
	
Then I reached out and took the cellphone from the bedside table. I pulled
down her blindfold and handed her the phone. The minute she had taken it I started
masturbating her clit again.
	
- OK, you whore. Call him and see if you can entice him to come and fuck you
on Friday night.
	
- I can't do that. You should call him and make the arrangements.
	
- Oh, no, little bitch. You want the fuck of your life, so you can call him and
ask him. But remember our agreement: This is going to be the second and last time.
	
- All right, I'll call him, but you'll have to stop frigging me! Or I'll come when I
hear his voice.

	- I'll stop when I want to.

	I held my hand still for a moment while I gave her Per's number. With shaking
hands she pressed the number and waited. The moment I saw a little smile appear
on her face I started slowly circling her clitoris again. And this is what I heard her
say:

	Hi, Per. This is Lisa.

	Yes, that Lisa. Remember, we had a night-cap two weeks ago?

	Mmm. I think so too.

	Oh, you have? I've been thinking of you, too.

	Yes, and I'm thinking of you right now.

	Where? Well, I'm in bed, and John is right here beside me.

	Yes, he is. And he has asked me to call you. He is doing some naughty things
to me while we talk.

	I'm sure he wants to do it again. And that is why I call you.


	No. Not right now.

	Well, we thought you might like to come for supper next Friday, if you are
free then.

	Yes, you naughty man.

	Yes, yes I want to, too.

	Oh, my God, John. Stop that finger, or I can't go through with this. Would
you like to come.

	WHAT? Do I want to....  Yes, I want to fuck you, you hunk.

	Yes, my cunt is dripping for it now.

	You can't be serious.

	All right. John, he wants you to make me come while he listens on the phone
- and then he'll come on Friday.

	I felt like my cock was going to explode, and Lisa was making the mattress all
wet, her cunt was virtually flowing. Then she started moaning:

	- Oh, I can't help it. God it's wonderful. I'm tinkling all over. I want your fat,
wonderful cock to split me again. OH, NO. I'M COMING. YES.  YEEES.
O-O-O-H-H-H-H-H-A-A-A-A-A-W-A-A-H-H-H-  and then she was screaming out her
orgasm at the top of her voice. Faster than I thought possible I rolled on top of her
and slid my aching cock into that slippery cunt. She was shaking from cramps
again as another orgasm was yelled down into the phone.

	Oh, my God, Per. That was a nasty thing to make me do.

	Yes, OF COURSE it was wonderful. Couldn't you hear?

	Yes. Yes at 7 o'clock.

	Yes again. But I have to tell you, that it will be Friday, and then never again,

OK?

	Because I don't want to endanger my marriage. I just want a horny fuck, and I
was so comfortable with you.

	OK. It's a deal. Friday at seven then.

	Bye, bye.

	She dropped the phone and looked up into my eyes.

	- God, I'm nearly fucked out. But it was so wonderful, darling.

	- Mmm. And your cunt is deliciously dripping now.

	- No wonder.

	- Why?

	- Do you have to make me tell you all the time?  I'm crazy for a chance to fuck
you and Per again. I'm all alive inside. And now I want you to pull it off in my cunt.

	- What kind of a cunt is it?

	- It's a horny, dripping whore's cunt. It's your cunt.

	I told her to stretch out her legs and squeeze her cunt round my cock. The
juice was squelching round my cock, and I could feel she was moving her pelvis to
reach the angle, where the tip of my cock would push on her cervix every time.
Soon I was getting more and more heated. 

	- That's great, little whore. Your cunt is so wet that I should feel nothing if
you spread your legs now.

	- I'll make you feel, you bastard. Untie my hands !

	- Why?

	- Just do it. For your own sake !

	Sure her imagination must have been working 24 hours a day during the last
week. Again she surprised me with a 'first'. The minute I had untied her hands she
reached down my body and grabbed my arse. She pulled my cheeks apart, and
suddenly I felt her press one finger deep into my arsehole.

	- It's just as good for you, isn't it, she growled. Give me that load of sperm to
make me come.

	She was wriggling her finger in my arse, and her cunt started a series of
contractions. I definitely could hold out no longer. I started fucking her something
furious. 

	- Do it, you fucking pimp, she said with her hoarse voice. -  Give it to me. You
pervert, you love to watch your wife getting fucked, don't you? Does it feel good in
your arse?

	She started screaming again, and while she went through yet another long
and strenuous orgasm I exploded deep in her cunt. I felt her body relax beneath me.
And again those wonderful little spasms brought her all the way down while my
cock enjoyed it to the fullest. Her finger in my arse now hardly moved, only tiny
little jerks to match what her cunt was doing. It was like a long, long echo of a
perfect consert.

	- Phew, you wonderful man, she whispered.

	- You're not half bad yourself, I kissed into her ear. - And I love you
immensely.

	- Me too, she mumbled.

	She put her hands on my chest and pushed a little.

	- Please, get that heavy corpse off my tired, little misused body.

	- Ha, ha. Misused, abused. Ha, ha.

	- Ha, ha yourself. I feel wonderfully used, and I can't even imagine, that
tomorrow I may be just as horny again.

	- I sure love your new 'image'.

	- I'm happy to say that it is not only an image. I think this change is for good.
At least I hope so.

	- So do I, my love. But let's go to sleep now. There's work tomorrow.

	- Yes, and some tidying up in the kitchen, as far as I remember.

	- Sleep tight.

	- Mmmm. Sweet dreams.

	And off we went into each other's arms and those of Morpheus.

FRIDAY.

	I have to admit, that most of Friday I was a little bit nervous about what was
going to happen. I didn't see Per until the lunch-break. He brought his plate to my
table and sat down.

	- You know, John, you can still cancel our date for tonight. I shouldn't even
blame you for it.

	- No, Per. You know as well as I do, that Lisa is crazy for it, but I have to
admit I'm a bit nervous.

	- THAT I don't blame you. But I promise you I shall try to be sensitive about it,
and all you have to do is shake your head 'no'.

	- I don't think I'll need that, but I'll remember it, and thank you. There is only
one thing I know you should be a little careful about.

	- And that is?

	- When at some time I have come, don't fuck her like crazy immediately after.

	- Sure no. I know that feeling. You know, my ex and I tried this a few times,
and one guy destroyed everything by doing just that. When I wasn't very horny
right after a 'come' it was easy to get jealous.

	- OK. But then I'll look forward to see you at seven, and we'll let Lisa run the
show, eh?

	- Sure, John. See you.

	When I got home Lisa was there already. Her nerves were on edge too, and
she was a bit hectic.

	- Hi, love. I took off a couple of hours to get some supper ready and have a
nice soak in the bathtub.

	- Yes, I see that. What have you got for dinner?

	- Something light. A nice salad, some slices of smoked reindeer and a
sweetened white bread from Sweden. And then just some fruit. Could you do with a
cup of coffee?

	- Sure. Would be nice.

	We were both more or less avoiding the topic of the evening, though it was
only two hours away. Lisa poured us two cups of coffee and we sat down at the
kitchen table. She looked at me with her beautiful green eyes full of love. I almost
melted when I saw them.

	- You know, love. I think you are the kindest and most courageous man in the
world to carry this through for me.

	- Well, I hope it is going to be for me too.

	- I shall do everything I can to make it wonderful to you, too.

	- I know you will.

	- But, darling, these two weeks have shown me, what I should never have
believed: That I can get so horny as to lose control of myself. IF you think I get too
horny, will you please stop me? You just have to grab my arm and say 'honey,
that's enough'.

	- I shall, dear. But let's not get all that serious. We are going to have fun and
joy and you are going to come a hell of a lot of times !

	- Don't say that !

	I got up to fill my cup again and then I said:

	- Why don't we take our cups to the bathroom. We'll help each other get
ready. And I want to trim that lucious little cunt just the way I like it.

	- Oh, yes. What a perfect idea. BUT NO FUCKING. Remember? Promise? I
want us both to be fit for fight at seven.

	We spent nearly an hour and a half in the bath- and the bedroom. At half past
six we were in the kitchen again, me in a white shirt and white slacks, while Lisa
donned a clinging light blue silken dress which buttoned all the way from cut-out to
hem. And of course the old print of Venice had returned to it's usual place over our
bed.

	We had just laid the diningroom table and prepared supper when the doorbell
rang at 7.02.

	The usual 'hello's, you look great, nice to be here again etc. - and then we
had a couple of drinks in the living-room before we sat down to have our meal in
the dining-room.

	The atmosphere was pleasant, and as we downed a few glasses of wine with
the reindeer it also became more and more erotic.  Lisa was radiant and the candles
glimmered in her green eyes. Mozart was playing in the background, but when we
finished eating close to nine, Lisa changed the CDs to some soft evergreens and
middle of the road music.

	We took the wine into the livingroom, and on the way I stretched out my hand
to Lisa: - Come, dear, let's dance.

	She was clinging to me, pressing her lovely body against mine, and when
she danced with Per later she did the same to him. They finished dancing with a
VERY close embrace and some hot, hot kisses. I got out of my chair and went up
behind Lisa. I reached round her and started unbuttoning her dress while she was
kissing Per. When I got down to her waist Per went down on his knees and
continued the unbuttoning all the way down.

	Lisa pulled the dress over her shoulders and shook them so the dress fell of
her into a little heap on the floor.

	- My God you look fantastic in that underwear, Per exclaimed.

	- Mmm. I think so too, and I bought it just for you.

	Per leaned in to plant a hot kiss on her cunt, and Lisa  bent her knees and
spread them to give him easier access.

	- Off with your clothes, gentlemen. I want you naked now.

	That was done in a minute, and like last time we sat down in the sofa with
Lisa in the middle. 

	Again she placed her legs on the low table in front of the sofa and slid down
so her cunt and thighs were comfortably accessible to us. She reached down and
grabbed our cocks, and a shiver went through her when she held one in each hand.

	- Oh, it's lovely, she sighed.  - Feel my cunt, John, I think you'll love it.

	And I did !  She had already made her stocking tops wet, and her cuntlips
were all swollen and tender. It was electric to feel Per's hand on its way, and slowly
I moved mine away to caress her belly and tits while Per began to explore her hole.
She squeezed or cocks when his fingers reached her cunt, and then she let go of
them, placed her arms behind us and turned to kiss me fiercely.

	- Oh, it's lovely. And wicked. Please kiss me while I let Per frig me off.

	And that's what we did. Lisa was out of this world, and she had been waiting
so eagerly for this moment, that she came off in a minute or two, screaming yet
again. She had become very vocal these last weeks.

	- That was lovely, you two delicious lovers. 

	She got up from the sofa, just to fall on her knees in front of Per. She
stretched out her hands to take hold of his cock. She stared lovingly at it and
caressed it with both hands at the same time, sheltering it as if it was a candle.

	- Oh, you should know how I have longed for this one. You know Per, it is
every bit as fat as I remember it. 

	She turned her head and looked at me. - Will you please lick up my juices,
John? I don't want to ruin those expensive stockings so early in the evening, and
I'm virtually seeping right now.  She smiled sweetly at me as if she had just asked
me to wipe off some spilled coffee from the table !

	Of course I knelt behind her and started cleaning off the top of her thighs.
And my, was she right. She was wet and glistening, and even though I licked her
crack clean she just moaned, and a new batch of juice came seeping out of her. I
could not see what she was doing, but I guessed it, and a little later she reached
back and grabbed my hair.  - Come up here, you horny man, and watch me suck on
this magnificent cock. 

	She pulled my head down real close, and then she put the head of Per's cock
into her mouth again. She moved her mouth up and around it really slow, and it
was evident, that she was enjoying herself. She let saliva seep out around the fat
cockhead, only to move her head down and catch it again, and then going all the
way up to his blueish cockhead again. Per really looked as if he had landed in the
seventh heaven, moaning and sometimes pushing his cock upwards towards her
mouth, only to have her withdraw.

	- Please diddle my clit while I do this. Really you enjoy watching it, don't
you? I think it's because he is circumsised that he enjoys this more than you do.

	I turned round a little and reached down to 'diddle her clit' as she had asked.
Suddenly she pulled his cock out of her mouth with a 'plop' and turned to kiss me.
And back to the cock for a few seconds, and then again a kiss. The little bitch must
have known that I could feel a faint taste of cock on her lips, and she started to rub
her cunt back and forth on my hand while she continued switching from Per's cock
to my mouth.

	- Stop, she gasped to me. Take your hand away.

	Surprised I looked at her.

	She got up from her kneeling position and then she pulled Per's legs till his
arse was out on the edge of the sofa. She swung one leg over his and for a moment
she stood with shaking thighs and her back to Per, her cunt just above the bulbous
head of his cock. A small drop of the bitch's juice fell from her lips and landed in
his curly hair.

	- Oh, for heaven's sake, I'll enjoy this. Hold his cock for me, you pervert.
Don't you want to guide it into me?

	- Yes, of course I do.  I took hold of Per's cock, and a shiver went through
me.

	- Oh, my God, this is wild, she panted.  Her thighs began to tremble as she let
her muscles go and slowly speared herself, sinking all the way down in one slow
movement. I watched as her inner lips were drawn into her cunt with the fat cock
she impaled herself on. Her cunt stretched to acommodate the cock, and the pink
hood of her clitoris was pulled back to let the pearly little pea out in the open.

	- Oh, my God, I'm finally doing it again. It's wonderful. Hurry up, and lick my
clit like last time. I'm going to explode in a few seconds.

	She was humping wildly. Small movements up and down, but furiously fast
as if she was having a fit. I could hardly catch her clit, but at last I just stuck out my
tongue and she found it herself and kept her clit glued to it.

	Per had reach round her and was pinching her nipples, and I grabbed her
hips in an attempt to hold her. I had to give up. 

	- John, I think I'm in heaven, she wailed. It's burning and tickling all over. IM
BEGINNING TO COME.  OH. MY CUNT IS GETTING SO-O-O BIG. oH, HOW IT IS
STRETCHING ME.	

	I watched in awe as her bellymuscles began to contract and her thighs were
closing and opening quickly and slamming against my cheeks. Again she started
yelling. She pushed me away, raised herself till Per's cock nearly fell out of her and
then slammed down on him. Up again and slam down. She was screaming all the
time and obviously comming for more than a minute. The last few times she
slammed down hard her cunt let out burping and sloshing sounds. All the time Per
had pumped her full of sperm without me noticing, not until it started to seep out of
Lisa and fall to rest like a foam on his hairy balls.

	With her eyes tightly closed, her breath heavy and fast, and sweat and juice
running down her thighs she came to a halt, resting her arse heavily on his belly,
and displaying her cunt to me. She opened her eyes and looked so naughtily into
mine while she too my hand and put it on her belly. - This is what you like so much,
isn't it?  I could feel her small contractions.

	- Yes it is.

	- Well, sad for you and good for me it's another cock enjoying it right now.
She had fire in her eyes saying this.

	- Do you want to make me real horny again fast? She was panting already
again. What was coming up must be something she had dreamed up during the last
two weeks.

	- Yes I do. Yes.

	- OK. Let's se if you are as much of a pervert as your little wife is.

	She lifted herself off Per's cock and just let him lie in the sofa as a piece of
used equipment. Then she pushed me back on the floor till I was lying flat out on
my back. I was expecting her to mount me and not at all what she had in mind.  She
straddled me all right but she quickly moved up my body until her knees were on
each side of my head, and her fucked and stretched cunt was dripping juice and
sperm on my chin.

	- Do you dare to empty your whore's cunt with your mouth? Can you see
what his cock has done to it?  I can't, but I sure can feel it. Oh, please, make me a
true pervert, John. I'll love you forever and be horny forever if you suck me out
now.  Do you dare?

	She didn't even wait for an answer, she just lowered her cunt till it rested
against my mouth and then she started rubbing it back an forth. When I opened my
mouth and stuck out my tongue into her stretched vagina she let out a sharp yell.
She reached down with both hands, and even though it was absolutely
unnessesary she pulled her cuntlips further apart, and I could feel her put up a
pressure as if she was on the toilet. That made juice and sperm flow into my mouth
instead of just seeping.

	- Oh, my God, I'm a whore. SAY I'M A WHORE !  I'm crazy for you, you know?. 
I'm really feeding you with the result of my whoring. She growled again, and when
she came she pumped the last drops out of her cunt and collapsed across my head
so she nearly strangled me. She was whimpering and humping her cunt up and
down on my face, and she made me wet from my eyes to my chin.  At last I simply
had to push her off if I wanted some air. 

	I sat up on the floor. Lisa opened her eyes and looked at me.  - Oh, you poor
thing, she smiled. You have still got that lovely long and thin cock at attention. I
think I'll have to fuck you too, haven't I? Oh, John. I think I have already come 5
times.  It must be your turn now.

	- Yes, I think so, you little slut. I put my hand round my cock and moved it up
and down a few times.

	- OH, NO. Stop that. What a waste that would be.

	Lisa got up, only to sit down on the edge of the small coffee table. She
looked from me to Per, who had opened his eyes agan and sat up in the sofa. She
looked back at me and smiled, spreading her legs a little to show off her cunt for
the 50th time.

	- That was a hot show, Per suddenly said. His first words for quite some time.

	- Whatever happened to you two people the last two weeks?

	- I think that depends on which of us will attempt an explanation, I said.

	- Do you really need an explanation, Lisa asked?

	- Well, I don't NEED one, but in a way I'm a little part of this, right? And a bit
curiousity might be allowed.

	- I think she has been the most randy, exciting woman in our whole marriage,
I said.

	- And I have been so horny thinking of what we did a fortnight ago, that my
cunt and my brain has been working in overdrive all the time.

	- You can say that, I added.

	- I'm happy if I have contributed to such a wonderful thing, Per said.

	- Just don't you relax, Lisa laughed. John and I have experimented, and John
has been the most wonderful and patient teacher.

	- In which way?

	- You'll see in a little while. When I can get your cock up and going again I
want Johns cock in my arse and your's in my cunt. Oh, my. Just listen to me. I'd
never have said anything like it two weeks ago, and now I'm dripping not only to
say it but actually to do it ! !

	- And how are you going to do it then?

	- We'll go to the bedroom.

	- Is the bed better than the sofa?

	- No, not really. But I want to wake up some mornings and just dream of what
we did in that bed, so I can be really wild when I wake up John for a fuck. Oh, no.
I'm making myself blush again.

	- All right, you horny little beauty. Let's see how reformed you are. Spread
your thighs and masturbate for me, he said. And then I'll show you how I
masturbate my cock into a stiff pole.  

	Per grabbed his cock with his right hand, and his eyes widened (as well as
mine) when we watched Lisa  push her cunt forward to the edge of the table, and
then spread her cunt with one hand and start diddling her clit with the other.

	- Do you like to watch this, she smiled?

	- Sure, you look good. Do you like to watch me?

	- I definitely do. It's exciting to watch your cock grow and at the same time
look forward to feel it in my cunt again.

	- What was it you wanted me to do, he asked?

	- I'll show you.

	She lifted her arse, and a minute later she had stuffet two fingers in her cunt
and two in her arse, while she still diddled her clit with her left hand.

	- This is what I want ! This is what I've been fucking John for 20 times the last
two weeks, plus all the times I've brought myself off dreaming about it. AND I WANT
IT NOW, RIGHT NOW, you two studs.

	She stood up again and stretched out two hands to us. She dragged me up
from the floor and pulled Per off the sofa. Then she dragged us towards the
bedroom door.

	- Hey, wait a second, I said. We're here to service you, you cunt, but then you
could show appreciation by mixing us a couple of your Bloody Marys.

	- I'll make it three. You two go to the bedroom, and I'll bring them.

	Per and I left for the bedroom, and a couple of minutes later we could hear
her coming towards the door, glasses ringling and she was humming a tune.

	- She sure has changed, said Per.

	- I can hardly recognize her, I answered. She'd never have said or done the
things she has the last two weeks. You sure made her horny.

	- No, I think its more because some secret fantasies of hers were brought out
in the open. Don't you?

	- Yes, you have a point there.

	When she entered the door we noticed that she had pushed the
shoulderstraps down and pulled off the thin material of the bra. She went up to the
bed where we were sitting. Then she dipped each nipple in two of the glasses and
said: - Do the gentlemen care for a taste before you drink? And of course we
sucked each our nipple, and Lisa enjoyed it.

	She sat down between us and politely offered us the Bloody Marys as if she
was properly dressed at a family gettogether. We said our cheers and took some
sips of the drinks. Lisa pecked us a kiss on our cheeks, and then she whispered
into my ear:  - Don't think I'm not horny. This is just show off. I'm dripping to carry
it through, and I want your cock in my arse NOW. She put down her drink and
arranged some pillows against the headrest, and then she said to me: 

	- Come here. Lean against these pillows and let your cock point right up
towards my arse !

	She straddled me with her back to me, dipped my cock into her cunt and then
she placed it against her tiny brown hole and pressed down. It slipped in amazingly
easy and then she humped a few times until it was buried to the hilt in her arse. She
turned immediately from the joking and smiling Lisa into the panting, lewd and
fuckcrazy whore I had gotten to know.

	- Come to my cunt, you wonderful fuck toy. Stuff your fat cock into me again.

	- Yes, MA-AM, Per said and brought himself into position between my thighs.

	His cock was prodding to find the way, hitting my cock and at last Lisa
hissed: - I'll guide it in. And suddenly I felt that fat sausage slide into her and at the
same time scrape against the underside of mine, with only the thin wall to separate
us. The pressure was enormous and I wondered how she could take it, but
apparantly she had no trouble. She started talking, yelling, screaming, sobbing,
humping her cunt and arse on our cocks and after the first minute or so I think she
had one continuous orgasm.

	- Hell, I'm doing it. God, you fill me up. You're so good in my arse. Damn how
you stretch my cunt. YEEEEE.  OOOOHH, I'M COMING AGAIN. FUCK ME, FUCK ME.
She had cramps most of the time. I reached round to pinch her nipples only to find
Per's mouth glued to one tit. I pinched the other nipple hard, and she screamed
again.  - Oh, my God, it's even better than dreams. I'm doing it. Oh, I want the whole
world to know I'm fucking you in my arse and cunt. Oh, I'M COMING AGAIN. IT'S
JUST GOING ON AND ON.

	By now my balls and thighs were wet all over from all her juices, and I felt so
confined more or less underneath both of them. I broke her off with a loud "STOP".
Lisa became very quiet. - Do you want to stop now. You can't !  

	- Hell no, but I want to get out from under here. 

	I slapped her arse and said: -  Get off me and get on your hands and knees.

	Per pulled out of her cunt, and she dragged her arse off my cock. I motioned
for him to get on his back in the bed, and Lisa straddled him with her arse high in
the air, ready to feed his cock back into her cunt. Both her holes were gaping open,
and she looked very much fucked.

	- Oh, I'm so empty inside. Fill me up again, Per. Get your cock in me quick.
She was shaking as if she was possessed as she threw herself down on his cock. I
went in behind her and pressed my cock into her gaping arse. Again I felt Per's
cock very destinctly, and when my cock was almost all the way in Lisa started her
ranting again.

	- YES, YES.  IT'S MUCH BETTER THIS WAY.  OH, GOD, FUCK ME YOU TWO
BASTARDS.

	I slapped her arse hard and then grabbed her by her hips.

	- No. Now YOU fuck us, I ordered. I started pulling and pushing her hips, and
in so few seconds she got the idea. She rocked back and forth on her hands and
knees, and I held on for dear life to meet her thrusts and add a few of my own.

  	I couldn't believe it when she started coming again. She was sobbing and
yelling all the time so I had nearly missed it when Per said:  - I'm going to come too.
This is wonderful, and I can't last any longer. I'M GOING TO COME, LISA. I'M
GOING TO FILL YOU UP AGAIN.  And a little later he started roaring like a bear, and
I could feel his cock starting to spurt into my wifes open cunt. That triggered me off
too, and with a loud scream I fell onto her back, humping her like a dog and
spurting jet after jet of hot sperm into her arse. Lisa herself was having a last
sobbing and crying orgasm as we filled her up. Physically and mentally spent I
collapsed on her back and pressed her down against Per. Lisa was dead silent for a
few seconds. Then she said:   - Phew. My God in heaven, it was wonderful. 

	I pulled my wiltering cock out of her arse and fell down on the bed, and Lisa
followed, dragging her cunt off Per's cock. Soon she was lying flat out on her back
between Per and I with her eyes closed, looking very tired and satisfied. At last she
opened her eyes and looked at me.

	- I did it, John. I did it. It was absolutely out of this world, love.

	She turned her head towards Per and said: - How wonderful you were. Never,
ever was anything this perfect.

	- You sure are some wild fuckmachine, Per said. It was great for me, but there
is nothing left in me now.

	- Not in me either, she sighed. She put her arm round my neck and dragged
my head down to kiss her.   - I don't know what to say, love, but 'thank you'. Thank
you for letting me try this.

	At this point Per lived up to his gentlemanly promise in the lunchroom. He
raised himself up on his elbow and said to Lisa: - I'm happy that you let me be the
man to try out this. He kissed her tenderly. Then he looked up at me and said: -
John, this was wonderful. If one day I get a new wife I want you to help me give her
something like this.

	He got off the bed, threw us a kiss with his fingers and went into the
livingroom to get dressed. Lisa embraced me and kissed me.

	- Just let me rest a few minutes. Then I shall go and fetch a bowl of water and
wash your cock.

	We were just resting when we heard Per shout a 'good bye' from the hall, and
then we heard the door click.

	- You poor man, Lisa whispered to me. - You only came once, didn't you?

	- That's right.

	- Well, I have better clean your cock then and do something about it, haven't
I?

	And that is just what she did, but that's another story, as they say in the
fairy-tales.

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TO INHERIT A FACTORY
   by Spiller.

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   When Arthur Olsen and his beautiful wife were killed in an auto crash,
quite a few people were sad but nobody was surprised.  Arthur could best be
described as a 'bon vivant' who had shown great skill and fortune, building
and expanding a margarine factory.  He was a very wealthy man.  His love
for pretty women and fast cars was well known, so only a few were surprised
that he was killed in a crash.

   A few days after the funeral his two sons were called to the family
lawyer's office for the reading of the will.  Jonathan, the older of the
two, was an efficient businessman, and after his education was finished, he
had worked in the family business.  Jonas, the younger of the two, had
inherited his mother's talent for music, and at the age of 25 he was now an
educated but not very well known composer.

   Apart from all the legal mumble jumble and the conditions should his
wife have survived him, the will boiled down to:

   "To my son Jonathan I leave my factory on the following conditions: 25%
of the profits - but never less than 100.000 dollars a year - shall be
given to Jonas, and future changes in the structure of the business can
only be made if the two can agree.  To my son Jonas I leave my Morgan
sportscar and my small factory in Italy on the condition that he maintains
it as the social experiment it is.  The present manager, Signora Mandelli,
can be reached at Via Regia Mirabile ......" The amount of cash in my
different bankaccounts will be about 600.000 dollars which are to be
divided equally between the two."

   As Jonas and Jonathan had always been good friends, but never really
close, they just accepted what they had been given, although the 'small
factory in Italy' was a bit of a mystery to them.  They knew that their
father now and then had gone to Italy to sort out 'things', but he had
never revealed the nature of this business.

   Three weeks later Jonas packed his favourite keyboard into the Morgan,
and on a bright Saturday morning he drove up in front of an old building in
Via Regia Mirabile.  There were many names on the list inside the front
door, but Signora Mandelli's was not there.  For a short moment he was
afraid his father had made a joke on him, but when he asked for Signora
Mandelli at the baker's on the corner, he was told that she had moved out
one week ago and that she was now living at 'the factory'.  The kind baker
told him to look for the big, red building by the lake at the end of the
road.

   Jonas braked hard when he caught sight of the building.  It was huge!  4
stories high, close to 60 meters long, built on the rocks right on the
shore with a magnificent view of the lake and the Alps in the distance.  It
was meticulously maintained and bore no trace of industrial activities. 
The enormous windows towards the lake was the only evidence of the
factory's age and nature.

   He started the Morgan again and drove down to the lake.  An open gate in
the fence allowed him to drive into the yard in front of the building. 
Well kept lawns and flowerbeds bordered the narrow gravel road up to the
front door, and as he brought the Morgan to a halt at the huge front door
he could not help himself: He honked the strong horn of the small car.

   A minute or two later the door opened, and two women ran down the stairs
and shouted: Hi, Arthur.  Oh, Arthur, you are back?

   When Jonas pulled off the black leather helmet he had found in the
Morgan, the women looked very disappointed at first, and with a suspicious
stare at him asked: "and who are you then?"

   "Good morning, ladies.  I'm Arthur's son, and I seem to have inherited
this place.  Can you tell me where I can find Signora Mirandelli?"

   The oldest of the two, an extremely pretty woman, who looked to be
somewhere in her late thirties (but he always found it difficult to
estimate the age of those Mediterranean women) stepped forward and said:
"I'm Signora Mirandelli.  And why are you here and not Arthur?"

   "My father was killed in an accident 3 weeks ago, and he has left me
this factory."

   She turned round and said something in Italian to the younger woman, who
then disappeared into the building.  When Mirandelli turned back to him he
saw the beginning of tears in her beautiful black eyes.

   "You must be Jonas, then.  Arthur has told us a lot about you."

   It was only at that moment that Jonas started to wonder that they called
his father by his first name.

   "How much has he told you about this place?"

   "Not a thing.  All I know is, that he went here often, but he never told
any of us about the place.  So kindly explain to me what all this is
about."

   Jonas got out of the powerful little car, and he was in for another
surprise.  Mirandelli put her left arm round his shoulder, kissed him on
his cheek and guided him towards the front door.

   "I'm terribly sorry about your father.  We all loved him very much, but
we didn't know anything about his death.  So we are just as anxious to know
better as you are."

   They had reached the big door, and once inside she said: "Let's go to my
office and have a little talk to clear things out, and then we'll have to
meet all the others."

   Her small but beautiful office was on the ground floor with an exquisite
view of the lake through the huge old-fashioned factorywindow.

   "So you own this factory now?  And you don't know anything about it?"

   "No.  My father's will only said something about a 'social experiment'
and that he hoped I'd keep it up as such."

   "We sure hope so too!"

   She looked Jonas into his eyes as if she was probing to find an answer
to that question.

   "I'd love to, if only I knew what it is all about."

   "Well, to tell it the short way: Your very dear father has lent us this
factory.  He started out in the traditional way hiring workers and
producing margarine.  After a few years he realised that unmarried mothers
were having a very hard time in Italy.  That's when he changed everything
and why we all love him so much." Once again Jonas noticed Signora
Mirandelli's eyes getting wet and shiny, and she was having a hard time not
to cry.

   "You know, signora, it warms my heart to see that you are so sorry that
my father is dead.  I loved him very much myself, and I am still in grief
over it.  Tell me more about this place - maybe I can put you at ease as
far as the factory's future is concerned."

   "Well, again to put it shortly: This factory can only hire unmarried
mothers.  The buildings were still Arthur's, but he resigned from taking
out any profits from the production.  They were all supposed to be used for
the benefit of the mothers and their children.  He built about 25 nice
apartments on the top floor, started a day-care centre on the third floor,
and then he left it to us all to cooperate, elect our own leaders and run
the factory as a commune."

   "Wow, the old guy always had a streak of a socialist in him, but when it
came to business he was just as tough as any other guy.  I'm happy to hear
this."

   "Today we are all having a wonderful life here.  The production is
running smoothly, we have very, very low 'sick days off', the girls are
respected in town, and we all have a fairly high income, though we spend a
lot of money keeping the place up to the standard we all want to live in."

   "I noticed that, coming in here.  Not much of a factory to look at."

   "That's the way we want it.  And about once a month Arthur would come
down here to give good advice and to liven up the place."

   "Yes, you can tell me that.  He was always the one for a good party and
a fine woman.  All his life."

   "Mmmm.  That's one of the other reasons we loved him so much.  When he
arrived the 'girls' were close to fighting for a chance to be with him,
because he was so much fun and such a wonderful lover."

   "I am not sure I can live up to that reputation - I really don't know
that side of his life very well - but I'd sure be willing to give it a
try."

   "And what about the factory.  Would you be willing to give it a try?  We
all know, that the buildings are yours, but we hope you are not going to
sell them."

   "You know, I don't think I will.  I'm a composer, not a businessman. 
I'm secured a fair income for the next many years.  On the other hand this
place could bring me a lot of inspiration for my work.  Do you have an
apartment where I can stay when I'm down here?"

   Mirandelli jumped up and impulsively dragged him to the windows.

   "Look down there.  That place looking like a boathouse - with the
balcony built so it reaches out over the lake?  That's Arthur's house. 
Maybe we should call it Jonas' house from now on?"

   "Why not uphold the name to keep the memory of him alive?"

   "Oohh.  That memory will live for a long time anyway."

   "All right, signora.  Will you be my interpreter?  My Italian is almost
non existing, but I hope to learn it quickly.  I have an announcement to
make.  At what time will you be able to get all the women together so I can
make a speech to them?"

   "I'm sure I can guess what's going on in the factory right now.  Angela
has told the others that Arthur has died, and right now they are probably
not producing any margarine at all.  They will be sorry to have lost Arthur
and they'll be scared that they'll loose their good life."

   "Well, lady.  Let's go and put that fear to death."

   "You really mean it?  You're going to let us continue?"

   "Yes, I sure am.  Why kill a good thing to make it a factory like
thousands others."

   Mirandelli turned round.  She was one big smile.  She threw her arms
round Jonas and kissed him enthusiastically.  She made small quick jumps of
joy which made her beautiful breasts jiggle in the most inticing way.  Then
she grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the office.  She was almost
running out into the hall.  There she pressed a button, and suddenly a loud
ringing sounded through the whole building.

   "Come.  This way."

   She dragged him to the lift and a minute later they were on the first
floor.  They stepped into a brightly coloured factory hall with all the
familiar machines.  About 40 young women were gathered there, and a few
were still coming in through various doors.

   Mirandelli raised her hand and all talking stopped.  She said something
in Italian out of which Jonas could only understand his own name and that
of Arthur's.  She turned to him and said:

   "And now it's your turn.  I haven't revealed anything yet."

   Jonas braced himself for the unusual situation.  He was definitely not
used to make speeches.

   "Ladies", he started.

   "I bring you the sad news, that my father Arthur Olsen has been killed
together with my mother, in a car crash."

   Mirandelli translated.  Jonas studied the faces of some of the women,
and it was clear to him, that they already knew, and that they were
genuinely sorry and a bit scared.

   "First of all I want to put you at ease concerning your future: I'm not
going to change anything !"

   When Mirandelli finished her translation a loud roar of appreciation -
hurrahs, yeeows, thank God's, etc.  broke out.  The women were hugging each
other, clapping their hands, and a few came up to Jonas to shake his hands.

   He raised his hands, and again everything went dead quiet.

   "I'm going to stay for a while in Arthur's house so I can get to know
you better.  I don't speak any Italian, but I hope a few of you can help me
and give me some lessons.  Any of you speak English?"

   5 or 6 hands were raised, and Mirandelli said to him in a low voice:

   "And I'd love to bee your teacher too.  Unless you think I'm too old,
that is."

   "I couldn't wish for a more exciting and beautiful teacher.  And you're
not that much older than I am."

   He raised his hands again.

   "I hope there will be time to arrange for a dinner party tonight.  I
want you all to come and to bring your children too.  Let's make this
evening a party in the memory of Arthur and in the hopes we all have for
the future."

   Again a loud roar broke out.  The women were dancing, clapping their
hands, waving to him and blowing him kisses with their fingers.

   Mirandelli said a few words in Italian, and they all started getting
back to their different workstations.  On the way a few of them made short
comments to Mirandelli and smiled suggestively to her.

   "What was all that about?"

   "Well, I told them to get to work and that I'd get you settled in at
Arthur's house.  And then I'd need a few of them to help me set up the
party for tonight."

   "And what were those other comments?"

   Mirandelli turned red in her face and said: "Well, actually they told me
not to wear you out.  They wanted you to be ready for tonight's party."

   Now it was Jonas' turn to get the red cheeks.  He was beginning to get
the gist of what his dear father had been doing down here, and to tell you
the truth it was no surprise to him and he sure looked forward to keep up
everything in his spirit.

   "You can leave your car here, if you want, but you can also take the
backroad which is used by the lorries who pick up our produce."

   "Then you'll have to show me.  Jump in."

   She directed him back to the baker's corner, down another road, and this
time they approached the factory from the other end.  Jonas could see a few
lorries loading goods, and then she directed him down another gravel path
which led to Arthur's house.  He picked up his keyboard and the suitcase
and followed Mirandelli who had unlocked the front door.

   Never in his life had Jonas seen such a beautiful room.  The hall was
built of shiny and very old, dark timber and boards, and it opened into a
huge single room.  The blue light from the lake was the first you noticed,
and then he looked around to absorb the wonderful furniture which filled
the room.  Age old antiques and the most avant-garde Italian designs in
steel, glass and slate.  In one end of the room was a small kitchen, and in
the other the only door of the room.  Jonas figured it was the bedroom
door. He put down his keyboard and said:

   "I guess it's the bedroom down there.  That's where I put my suitcase?"

   "Yes it is."

   He started going down there, but Mirandelli intercepted him:

   "I hope you knew your father well."

   "Oh, well ...  Yes I think so."

   "Just so that his bedroom isn't going to surprise you."

   "Well, I know that he was always a horny bastard, and his taste for
women was fine.  I never understood why my mother put up with his
escapades, but apparently she loved him very much."

   "Just like we do down here.  Then I can let you in without getting
embarrassed."

   She opened the door and stood aside.  The bedroom was Sybaritic.  A huge
circular bed took up the centre of the room.  Mirrors were everywhere, even
in the ceiling.  Pillows, blankets, chairs and carpets were spread all
over, and a few Japanese erotic pictures left nothing to the imagination.
Jonas dropped his suitcase on the bed and asked:

   "The bathroom?"

   "It's right in here." The door opened into a marble bathroom with 3
showers, a huge whirlpool, benches of different kinds, plus a door to a
toilet plus bidet.

   "God, I could use a whirlpool right now.  I've been driving all night,
and I'm stiff and dirty.  Could you kindly show me how to work that thing?"
He pointed to the control panel on the wall which looked more like an
airplane cockpit than the simple pool they had had in their house in
Copenhagen.

   Mirandelli blushed again and said:

   "Well, I could.  But you see from the position of that panel, that I'd
have to join you in the bath to reach it.  And I feel a little bit
apprehensive about you being 10 or 11 years younger than I am."

   "Signora Mirandelli, I...."

   "Better call me Sarah, she smiled.

   "You are one very beautiful woman, Sarah, and I can't tell how I look
forward to have a bath with you."

   "All right.  This whirlpool takes 15 minutes to fill up.  Why don't you
go to the terrace, and I'll bring us a couple of drinks while it does."

   The sliding doors opened to a terrace built of exquisite dark cedar
wood. It had a magnificent view and at the same time it was very sheltered.
Nobody could watch what was going on there, there was a roof covering half
of the terrace creating shade and shelter at the same time.  Once again the
furniture was suggestive of things going on there, only this time a bit
more subtle than in the bedroom.  But the chairs, benches, tables of
different sizes were all there.  Jonas slumped down in a very comfortable
armchair and waited for Sarah to bring the drinks.

   When she finally came out onto the terrace with a little tray in her
hands, she had changed her clothes for an extremely beautiful housecoat
made of creamy white silk which clung to her perfect body.  Jonas felt the
bloodpressure rising in his whole body.

   "My, you ARE a perfect vision."

   Sarah blushed a little, made a small movement with her head which made
her long, black hair swing around her head and then settle like a black
cat, resting on her shoulder.

   "I bring you Arthur's favourite for this time of the day: A dry white
wine with sparkling water.  Good for the thirst and not too strong."

   "I love that drink too.  And I bet you were his favourite 'dish'."

   "I wouldn't say that, but Arthur was my favourite man."

   "Come and sit in my lap." Jonas patted his thighs.

   "This is still so incredible to me.  You have to tell me a little bit
more.  For instance I get the impression that daddy bedded quite a few of
you girls, didn't he?"

   She nodded and smiled.

   "Now, I want you to be honest with me.  I hope he didn't put any
pressure on you, or that you would have to....  you know, in order to be
able to run the factory your way.  I neither would or could take advantage
of you or the other women."

   "Oh, no, no." She shook her head and smiled.

   "We were all very, very fond of Arthur, like I told you before.  He was
such a kind and funloving man, and I guess half of the girls were in love
with him !  In Italy, you know, it's not that easy to find a good man who
would accept that his girlfriend or wife had a child with another man.  And
a lot of the girls here don't want a boyfriend at all.  They are doing fine
on their own, living a sheltered and rich life and they only have to answer
to themselves.  The only disadvantage is that at times the supply of
hormones here tend to rise out of proportion.  And then Arthur came:
Handsome, funny, horny and wild !" Her smile was genuinely sweet and
erotic.

   "And now you are curious if I'm the kind of man my father was?"

   "And I'm not the only one !  Actually I was asked to seduce you today
and report back to the other girls what kind of a man you are !" With that
she raised her glass, winked at Jonas, and they drank half a glass.  She
leaned over and placed her glass on the small table, then she took Jonas'
and placed beside it.  Her arms raised and she threw them around his neck.
He saw the tips of her enticing breasts raise with the movement, and then
she started kissing him.  She had such a sweet smell and taste.  Her lips
were soft and shiny, and while he truly enjoyed her kiss he let his right
hand move up to cup that lovely tit.  It was firm and not too big.  Jonas
could feel her hard nipple through the thin silk.  When he slipped his hand
into her housecoat he could really enjoy the firmness of her tit.  Warm,
smooth, very firm and with very big nipples.

   Jonas could feel her pulse going up.  Then she lowered her arms, pushed
him a little away from her and said with a smile:

   "I thought we were going to have a bath, weren't we?"

   She got up from his lap, pulled at his hand to get him out of the chair,
and at the same time she opened the belt of her housecoat, letting it fall
open to reveal her beautiful lightbrown body.  Small, pert breasts, a flat
tight belly and a delicious, trimmed jet-black bush.

   In the bathroom she proceeded undressing Jonas, and when he was stark
naked she finally shed her housecoat.  Together they immersed in the
swirling water.  Jonas relaxed for a short moment with closed eyes.  The
long night's driving was coming to him now, but on the other hand the
strong jets of warm water relaxed his muscles and he felt halfway tired and
halfway he lusted for Sarah's beautiful body.

   "Stand up, Jonas.  I want to soap that lovely, slim body you've got."

   When he was standing she soaped his whole body using her hands.  Soft
and delightful they were, and when she started washing his cock and balls
his cock rose to the occasion and paid her a compliment she couldn't
overlook.

   "Oh, my.  You are certainly not as strong and broad as your father, but
in this department you live up to my highest expectations.  I think your
cock is both longer and wider than your father's."

   "I can't answer to that, 'cause I have never seen his - at least not in
this condition," Jonas said.

   "But you sure can make it grow.  Now, let me wash you a little so I can
feel your beautiful body in my hands."

   Of course he paid special attention to her pert breasts and her trimmed
cunt.  It was a delight to feel her up with his hands full of soap.  When
he had finished washing her he slowly lowered her into his lap with her
back to him, and she elegantly obliged by impaling herself on his strong
and fat cock.  He had his arms round her and was cupping her breasts.  When
he pinched both her nipples at the same time she let out a deep sigh.

   "Oh, this is lovely.  My breasts love what you are doing to them.  And
my cunt certainly also enjoys to be filled like this."

   Jonas stretched out one hand and played with some of the controls on the
side of the whirlpool.  A few of them served to change the direction and
power of the jets, and quickly he directed the nearest to hit Sarah right
on her clit.  His own balls were bouncing around in the jet, and pretty
soon Sarah was screaming out her first orgasm.  The feeling of her vagina
spasming round his fat cock was out of this world and he was close to
coming himself.

   "God, this was lovely," she smiled to him.

   "Yes it was.  This pool sure has a lot of possibilities.  - But now I
want to go into the bedroom and make love to you on that big bed.  Come,
Sarah."

   They dried off in a hurry, and a few minutes later Jonas was exploring
her beautiful body with his hands and mouth.  Her cunt tasted divine.  It
was cleaned and fresh, but the plentiful juices running out of her had an
exciting musky smell and taste.  Jonas felt his cock grow even a little bit
thicker and he groaned:

   "I have to get it into you now, Sarah.  Spread your legs for me."

   With a smile she lifted her bent legs and spread them as wide as she
could.

   "Give me that fat cock and fill me up," she groaned.  She reached down
and guided him into her hot cunt, and Jonas felt the heat build up in him.
He started pounding her slender body hard and fast.  Her tits were
quivering, and after a couple of minutes she withdrew her lips from her
teeth and snarled at him.

   "Oh, this is fantastic," she panted.

   "Sarah, you are so lovely.  I would love it if I could fuck you forever
and ever."

   Suddenly he felt her cunt begin to spasm again, while Sarah was grunting
an starting to yell.

   "I'm coming, Jonas.  I'm coming.  God, you are a damn good fuck. 
Yeeeaaaahhhhh.  Oh, it's great.  I'm coming and coming."

   The contractions in her silky cunt together with her crying and swearing
sent Jonas over the hill.  With a roar he pressed his cock the last few
millimetres into her cunt and started spewing gush after gush of hot sperm
into her.

   For a while they cuddled up with his cock still in Sarah's silky cunt.
Slowly his cock dwindled and slipped out of her, and with the quiet of the
bedroom, all the things he had experienced this lovely morning, plus the
hard driving all night, he suddenly felt so dead tired that he knew he was
going to fall asleep.

   "Sarah, I'm so tired, I just want to go to sleep."

   "Come, you lovely man, rest your head between my breasts.  When you have
fallen asleep I shall leave you so I can make arrangements for the party
tonight."

   "Oh, yes.  I had forgotten about that."

   He lifted his head and looked into her beautiful brown eyes:

   "And you are going to make another kind of report to the 'girls'?"

   Her face turned purple and she closed her eyes for a short moment.

   "Yes.  I shall have to because I promised it."

   "And what are you going to tell them?"

   "Actually I'd rather tell them that you are a lousy lay.  That way I
might have a chance to keep you to myself." She smiled to him and gave him
a long, soft kiss.

   "But I'm afraid I'll have to tell the truth, and then they'll be
swarming all over you tonight."

   Jonas smiled lovingly to her.  He put his head to rest between the pert,
yet resilient breasts, and two minutes later he was far gone into the arms
of Morphemes.  When he was far gone Sarah lifted his head down to the
pillow, slipped her right leg out from under him.  She pressed a soft kiss
on his forehead and got out of bed.  She then proceeded to tidy up in the
bathroom and the terrace, humming quietly to herself, whereupon she dressed
and quietly left 'Arthur's house'.

   Chapter 2

   Jonas did not wake up until late in the afternoon.  For a short while he
was really confused as to why and where he was.  Images of beautiful Sarah
lingered on the inside of his eyelids, and he was very reluctant to open
them.  The lovely smell of her warm skin still lingered on the bedsheets,
and when he lifted the blanket a lovely warm, musky breeze hit his
nostrils. And woke him up.

   What a lovely mistress she had been.  Supple, lucious, hot and wet.  Her
lovemaking by far exeded anything he had tried up till then.

   Then he remembered the plans for the evening.  The party, to celebrate
that he was not going to change anything on the factory.  The women waiting
to welcome him.  God in heaven, he had NEVER been exposed to so direct
advances from such a bunch of pretty, young women.

   "Do they really plan to sleep with me?" he thought.  "How are they going
to tell me about it, and most of all: How are they going to share, if it's
really their plan to fuck me by the numbers?"

   Jonas felt his cock stir under the blanket.  "If this is a dream, don't
ever wake me up", he muttered to himself.  On the other hand: If it turned
out to be real, which was the case up till now, his respect for old Arthur
soared sky-high.  "I knew you were a horny bastard," he mumbled, "but this
beats anything." He felt a deep gratitude towards his dead father.  "You
were a lot of fun when you were alive" he said, as if his father could
still hear him, "and now you have given me the good life: A profession I
love, a handsome income and then this heaven on earth.  How ever did you
get this idea?"

   He got up and went to the bathroom to have a shower and get dressed. 
Towels were laid out, and when he returned to the bedroom and found his
suitcase empty, he looked in the closets where everything was laid out or
hung up.  It was not until he was dressed that he found the note stuck to
one of the mirrors in the bedroom:



   "WHEN YOU WAKE UP, PRESS THE RED BUTTON BY THE DOOR.  SOMEONE

   WILL COME AND ASSIST YOU.  Sarah.  PS.  Thanks for a lovely morning."

   Although he had already dressed, his curiosity made him press the
button, and then he walked through the vast livingroom and out on the
terrace.  He was still admiring the view, when he heard the door open and
close, and a very pretty woman of about 30 came out on the terrace and
said:

   "Hello, I'm Joannah.  I'm supposed to help you get ready for the party
and to tell you what will be going on there."

   "Hi, Joannah.  And I'm Jonas."

   "I know that", she laughed.  "Sarah has told us about you, and I'm very
happy to be of help to you."

   Jonas looked at her again.  Joannah was just as beautiful as Sarah.  A
little taller, her body a little fuller, and then the most amazing thing:
Though her hair was jet black and her skin a wonderful, dark colour like
fine olive oil, her eyes were sparkling blue.  There were smiles in those
blue eyes and on her delicately curved lips.

   "I had hoped you would call a little earlier so I could have helped you
with your shower and the dressing" she said with an inviting smile.  "But I
guess I'll have to make do with serving you a drink, or something."

   Jonas smiled back at her and said: "I think I could do with a drink and
also with a little of that 'something'."

   "What kind of a drink would you like?"

   "I'm not really sure.  Something not too strong.  Maybe a gin and tonic
if you have got it."

   "I sure have.  Funny, but that was the late afternoon drink that Arthur
preferred too.  The son is not that different from the father, I guess."

   "Well, I don't know about that.  But I loved him a lot, and of course on
many points it was my boyhood aspiration to be like him."

   "Just a second.  I'll bring you a gin and tonic and 'something'." With a
smile she disappeared into the livingroom.

   When Jonas heard the tinkling of ice-cubes against glass he turned
round. His jaw dropped for a second at the vision in the open door. 
Joannah had shed all her clothes and she was so beautiful and erotic that
Jonas was silenced completely.

   "One gin and tonic and 'something' coming up" she laughed.

   "You could have brought me a glass of water dressed like that, and I
should have taken it for a double gin and tonic.  - God, you are
beautiful."

   "Thank you, kind sir."

   She came out on the terrace, placed the little tray on one of the tables
and took his gin and tonic in one hand and a glass of wine for herself in
the other.  Then she walked up very close to Jonas and said:

   "Why don't you sit down on that bench, and I shall serve you your
drink."

   Jonas complied, and Joannah went up to him, sat down in his lap and
lifted his glass to his lips.  He could not help but put his arms around
her slender waist, and then she pored a slug into his mouth.  A small drop
was spilled, and she leaned forward and removed it with her pink tongue.

   "Don't tell me that this is the way Arthur wanted his drinks served" he
laughed.

   "No, this is my idea of how I'd love to serve it to you."

   "Can't say I'm against it.  The finest way ever for me."

   "You might get more comfortable if you supported yourself on my
breasts".

   Jonas looked into her blue, blue eyes, the same colour as the big lake.
They were full of laughter, flirting and good will.  He slipped his left
hand up to her breasts.  Even in this bent position they didn't have the
slightest sag.  The dark brown nipples were upturned and quite prominent.
Jonas felt his cock growing against her well shaped behind.  She twisted a
little against his cock and said:

   "Oh, no, Jonas.  Thank you for the compliment, but I have strict orders
not to be selfish, and there is nothing I can do for that part of you.  At
least not now.  Later, my friend."

   She kissed him again, fed him from the glass, and then she got up, took
her own glass and sat down in the armchair a few meters from Jonas. 
Apparently she was very comfortable with her nudity, for there were no
small attempts to hide it.  She moved exactly as she would have done when
dressed.  He got the impression that she was totally aware of her own
beauty.

   "I'm supposed to tell you what is going on tonight.  We have made a
decision not to give you too much of a chock on your first night here.  So
the party will be just an ordinary one some fine food, which they are
already preparing in the cantina, some good wine and a little bit of
dancing.  All the kids will be there - but never fear, they are usually
very well behaved and are used to these big parties.  At the moment we are
59 women working here, and all of them are coming except two: One is ill
and one is going to her mother's funeral.  So well be 57 women 65 children
of different ages, plus you as the only male."

   "Some strange party, I have to say."

   "Oh, yes.  But we are used to them.  You are the only man who is allowed
on the grounds - we have made a decision on that, and even though our
parties may feel a little bit stale, it's for the better of the whole
factory, that the rules are so."

   "I'm very surprised - but pleasantly surprised - to have such a
beautiful woman serve me my drink naked.  I haven't really been able to
find out what is going on.  For sure I hope that you do not feel an
obligation to do such things."

   "Oh, my God, NO.  As Sarah probably has told you, we were all very, very
fond of your father.  He was such a generous, humorous and randy sort of
man.  And charming!  His death is a blow to us, but we are all so happy,
that you are not going to change anything here, and we are most certainly
willing to see if you are a man like your father."

   "OK.  I'll see if I can adjust to this.  Should be easy, given what has
happened up till now.  At least I'm very willing to try.  And if we get
along I'd like very much to stay down here for longer periods of time.  You
see, I'm a composer, and I could hardly find a better place on earth than
right here."

   "MMmmm.  It is a lovely place.  Originally it's a boathouse, but we had
it rebuilt for Arthur about ten years ago so we could party with him in
private when he was here."

   "Sure.  This is a very private place.  And I can tell you, that you are
very welcome here if you feel like partying with me."

   She smiled at Jonas.

   "I shouldn't mind that right now, but I'll have to contain myself. 
Orders, you know."

   She got up from the chair and stood in front of him in all her naked
splendour.  "Do you want another drink before I leave?"

   "No, thank you."

   "Well, then I'll go and get dressed, and we'll meet at the party. 
Please be ready at 7 and there will be a little committee to pick you up.
Dinner is a bit early because of the children so they can get to bed in
proper time."

   Joannah bent over and kissed him and allowed another nice feel of those
beautiful breasts, and then she left.

   Jonas found his keyboard close to the kitchen table and carried it out
on the terrace.  With his headphones plugged in he spent the waitingtime
practising, and he was so lost in it that he didn't notice he had company
until two women stepped in front of him and waved their hands in front of
his face.

   "If you don't mind we'd like to escort you to your welcoming party."

   Both women were smiling at him, holding out their arms with elbows bent.
Jonas quickly turned off the keyboard and rose.  With a pretty, dark-haired
beauty on each of his arms he just followed them.  Across the little
stretch of gravel path, into the lobby he'd seen before, and then the lift
carried them to the flat roof of the factory.

   Long tables were laid out, women and children were milling around, and
he was greeted by a lot of: "Buena serrate", "Hi," "Good evening and
welcome" etc.  He squeezed the arms of his escorts and then disentangled
himself.  He had spotted Sarah a few meters away, and quickly he made his
way to her side.  He put his arms around her and kissed her which brought
out spontaneous applause from the crowd, and then he smiled at her:

   "Would you care to be my lady for dinner?"

   He was rewarded with a warm smile from beautiful Sarah, and even though
she was probably his senior by 12 years or more, he could not help feeling
quite aroused by her.

   "Gladly, Sir.  Gina will ring the bell in a minute or so, and dinner
will be served."

   An hour and a half later they were more or less through the main course.
Joannah had been right.  The kids were without exception very well behaved.
Another interesting thing was the way everybody took turns serving,
removing plates, fetching new courses etc.  Then Sarah leaned close to his
ear and said:

   "This is about the time when you are supposed to say a few words to us
all.  If you don't mind I'll give a small announcement they have been
waiting for with anxiety, and then I'll introduce you - and I'll translate
like I did this morning."

   "What's your announcement."

   "We have made a research about the possibility of introducing a new
ecological product, and it seems we are not only going to be first, but our
sales may very well double in a year or two."

   "That's interesting!"

   "Normally I'd give this kind of information on our monthly plenums, but
they are all so anxious to know, and the next meeting is three months
ahead."

   Sarah rang a little bell and got up to make her speech, which of course
was in Italian.  A lot of cheering followed her words, and then Jonas heard
his name mentioned, and she turned to him and motioned him to stand up. 
The whole crowd quieted and with Sarah translating he said:

   "Ladies.  This day has been most exciting for me.  Arriving this morning
I had no idea what I was going to find, but I can tell you I'm very
impressed.  It seems to me that you are running a very fine business here,
and I have not intentions whatsoever of interrupting that."

   Applause again.

   "Rumours may have spread, but let me tell you: By profession I'm a
composer, and I have found 'Arthur's house' to be a wonderful place for me
to work in, so I hope you don't mind that I'm going to spend a bit more
time here than my father did."

   Once again applause.

   "And speaking of my father: I can tell you, that I have every intention
of living up to his reputation." He could not help turning his head towards
Sarah and smile to her.  This was not allowed to pass unnoticed and was
followed by a lot of laughter, which made Sarah blush in the cutest way.

   "I mentioned this morning that I'd like very much to learn Italian.  I
sincerely hope that a couple of you will take time to teach me a lesson
each afternoon.  I leave it to Sarah to set up a schedule.  And finally:
Let the party continue.  I can't get to you all, but I'll make an effort to
dance with as many of you as I can.  Grazie tutti."

   For the rest of the dinner quite a few of the women came round and
hugged him from behind as he was sitting in his chair.  And the dancing was
quite a wild affair with all the hinted proposals and a lot of voluptuous
bodies pressed into his.

   When the party was getting close to an end he danced with Sarah again.

   "I do not know what you have been used to, but if I might wish I'd love
for you and Joannah to join me for a night-cap."

   "Well, if you are set on living up to your father's reputation, I'll
invite two girls more for that night-cap, because usually we'd go four or
five to join him."

   "That sounds very exciting.  But to me it would be wonderful to feel
just your beautiful, naked body against mine once more."

   "You will, you will.  And thank you for the compliment, young man."

   When the dance finished Jonas looked around.  Quite a lot of the women
had disappeared, and all the kids were gone.  A few women danced the next
dance with each other, but at 11 o'clock the party was over.  Jonas got up
to go home and spotted Sarah and Joannah close to the lift.  He went over
there.

   "Care to join me for a night-cap on the terrace, ladies?"

   "Thought you'd never ask" Joannah laughed.  "Want it served like in the
afternoon?"

   "THAT would be a treat."

   On the path to 'Arthur's house' two more women caught up with them. 
Sarah introduced: This is Gina.  She's one of the girls who has volunteered
to teach you Italian, and this is Rose." She turned to a very tall and very
slender redhead with an almost boyish figure.

   "Actually my name is Rosetta, but I answer to 'Rose'"

   "Hi, Gina and Rose."

   "Gina is responsible for the kindergarten, and Rose manages all our
correspondence.  She is a most efficient office girl."

   "Happy to hear that."

   By now they had walked out on the terrace.  Joannah busied herself
mixing some drinks and a moment later she arrived with a small tray - and
this time again she was stark naked.  Jonas dropped his jaw for a second
which made Joannah laugh.

   "I thought you wanted it served like this afternoon?"

   "I sure do."

   Jonas went over to the bench he had been sitting on when they tried this
last, and a second later everybody had a glass in hand, and Joannah was
sitting on his lap feeding his glass to his lips.  And kissing away the few
spilled drops.  And Jonas was lovingly caressing her perfect breasts.

   "Ladies, I'm lost for words.  This is so new for me, and I really don't
want to make a fool out of myself.  Will you all do me a favour?"

   They all said yes with no hesitation.

   "Please.  Teach me what my father was like when he was down here.  He
was always very happy and mellow when he returned from 'Business in Italy',
and I want you to treat me exactly as if I am Arthur, only in a younger
edition."

   The 'girls' giggled, and Rose said:

   "Well, then I have better get the whirlpool started.  Will you three
please make sure that he has something pretty to look at in the meantime?"

   Gina went to the wall and turned off the lights.  The moonshine flooded
the terrace and supplied the most romantic and enticing stagelight for the
striptease which followed.  Sarah and Gina were moving around each other
and each time they got close one of them would remove an item of clothing
from the other.  Joannah had turned in Jonas' lap, sitting with her back to
him.  She took his hand and guided it lower, across her flat belly into her
abundant black bush.  She was very wet when Jonas first slipped a finger
into her and she let out a deep moan of pleasure.

   In the meantime Sarah and Gina had finished their striptease.  Jonas
felt like somebody out of 1001 night's tales.  Three quite different women,
all of them a beauty of their own, with himself as the only male.  But not
the only one to enjoy, he was soon to find out.  Joannah turned and
whispered:

   "Enjoy this before you undress."

   She turned her head to Gina.

   "Are you going to kiss me or do I have to wait all night?"

   Gina was in front of them in a few seconds.  She cupped Joannah's
perfect tits and brought her mouth down to suck on her nipples.  Joannah
twisted her arse down on Jonas' cock which was ironlike already.

   "Lean over and let me and Jonas have a nipple each."

   Gina straightened up and cupped her own breasts.  They were rather big,
sagging a little, but with their big aureoles and thimble-sized nipples
they were one big invitation to be sucked, which Jonas and Joannah then did
with abandon.  Jonas stretched out his left hand and rested it on Gina's
hip.  A little later he slid it down in front of Gina to caress her belly,
but when he got a little lower he found that Joannah had beaten him to her
cunt.

   "Oh, my God, you two.  This is really lovely" Gina panted.

   "Jonas, why don't we undress you now?"

   Joannah pushed Gina away and got up from his lap.  The two women started
undressing him, and when he was stark naked with his big cock standing
proudly up to his bellybutton Sarah went behind him and pressed her
gorgeous body against his back.  She reached round him and grabbed his cock
in her hand.

   "What did I tell you, girls?  Isn't this magnificent?  And the way it
points upwards now, I tell you!  It rubs your G-spot every time when he
pulls it out and pushes in."

   "You sure didn't exaggerate", Joannah sighed.

   She and Gina both knelt in front of Jonas, and for a short while they
took turns kissing his erection and popping it in and out of their mouths.
Gina had a wonderful trick he'd never felt before: Her mouth was filled
with saliva when she put his head into it, and then she closed her lips
tightly round the head and with sucking motions she whipped up a foam that
swirled round his cockhead inducing the most delicious feelings.

   Jonas heard a slight noise from the living-room.  When he turned his
head he saw a naked Rose cross the floor and step out on the terrace.  My
God, what a sight.  She was very thin in an utterly gracious way.  Legs
that seemed never to end, long skinny arms, tits that were mere bumps on
her chest, and a heavy growth of red hair emphasising where attention
should be paid.  She moved with a slow grace he'd only seen in films of the
Mazai people of Kenya.  Drops of water were trickling down her body.

   "I can inform all you lecherous people that the pool is full, the
temperature is perfect, and I'm horny as hell to have a feel of that lovely
boy."

   She glided up close to Jonas, opened her arms and bent down to kiss him.
Even though she was almost a head taller than him she was so slender that
his hands were very close to encircle her tiny waist.

   "Mmmm.  You taste wonderful, Jonas."

   He was acutely aware that the underside of his cockhead was rubbing
against the coarse hair around her vagina.  The feeling of this thin, tall
and gracious woman in his arms was so new to anything he had tried, that
his cock as if of its own will found its way and buried its head in her wet
and slippery cunt, and he had not even had to bend his knees.

   "My, are we in a hurry?" she asked.

   "I'm not" Jonas told her chest, "but it seems my cock has a will of its
own."

   "Or my horny cunt called for a soulmate."

   "Hey, you two, are we going to the pool or do you intend to fuck all by
yourselves, standing there." Sarah was smiling at them.

   "No," Jonas said.  "Let's go to the pool.  Then you can show me some of
the possibilities it's got."

   "Sure, we can" said Gina.  "I can hardly wait." She turned round to face
Sarah and Joannah: "Are we going to give him a four-pack on the way?"

   "Great idea."

   Suddenly the four women surrounded Jonas.  All four of them pressed
their bodies against him, and then they slowly started walking like one
ten-legged organism towards the bathroom.  Gina who was in front of him had
a good hold of his cock.  When they crossed the doorstep to the livingroom
the girls turned Jonas 90 degrees, and now it was Sarah who grabbed his
cock.

   "Hello, again, my dear friend" she said to his cock.

   In this way all four of them had a turn to play with his cock until they
tilted on the edge of the pool and all five fell into the whirling water.

   Jonas got into a sitting position first.  He looked at the four very
different beauties around him.

   "Hey, this is wild and great.  The only one of you I 'know' is Sarah. 
I'd like to have a testrun on you all.  Sarah, please, come and sit on me
for a little while."

   "Gladly", she said, and a little later she squatted down on his lap and
guided his cock into her - again.

   "God, you are a wonderful woman", he said and kissed her lovingly.  Her
beautiful body pressed softly into his, and she welcomed his wandering
hands with a smile.  When he cupped her breasts she leaned a little forward
so he could reach her nipples with his lips.

   "Do you want me to move a little?"

   "Oh, yes.  Slide that lovely cunt up and down a little."

   Jonas groaned from pleasure as she did so, but a minute later the three
other girls said a lot of Italian words and giggled.

   "OK, time is up" Sarah said, and with a soft kiss to his lips she lifted
off and gave room for Joannah who quickly impaled herself on him.

   "Aaahhh.  I have longed for this since late afternoon" Jonas said. 
Joannah took hold of his shoulders and leaned back to give him a full view
of her breasts.

   "What on earth have you done to keep your breasts so firm and high?  You
do have children, don't you?"

   "Oh, yes, I have got two.  And I breastfed both.  But honestly I haven't
done a thing.  They are just so."

   "Well, I have wanted to suck them real good since you were here in the
afternoon."

   Joannah closed in and offered him a nipple to suck and two perfect
globes to handle.  But only for a minute or two, then they were
interrupted, and Rose stood up right in front of him.  She was so tall that
from his sitting position Jonas had to look up to see her cunt.  The wild
red curls were obviously trimmed a little round her lips, but otherwise
they were growing wild.  Her slit was a delicious pink framed by dark brown
lips.

   "Sit up and have a taste" she said with a deep, husky voice.

   Jonas buried his tongue between her lips, and the most delicious, strong
juice covered his tongue.

   "Rose really loves to be licked", Gina said.  "She'll go raving crazy
when one of us lick her - and we are going to."

   Rose smiled and looked lovingly at Gina.

   "I look forward to that, my dear."

   Graciously she bent her knees and soon she had wrapped her dripping cunt
round Jonas' cock.  In this position her head was really towering over
Jonas', but on the other hand her tiny, tiny breasts were just in front of
his mouth.  Jonas sucked a whole breast into his mouth and started teasing
her nipple.  At the same time Rose began the most unusual contractions of
her cunt.  Jonas had never felt anything like it.  Her cunt felt like hot
tube squeezing his cock like a vice, but at the same time she was so wet
that it was a slippery vice.  The sensation was divine.  When she started
moving up and down on him he had a feeling that she could make him explode
in thirty seconds if she chose so.

   "Oh, my God.  This is absolutely wonderful," Jonas panted.

   The other girls broke in:

   "Hey, you horny cow.  DON'T DO THAT." - "Stop it, Rose.  Leave something
to us." "I won't lick you if you don't stop."

   Rose smiled knowingly to Jonas and got up again.  Sarah grabbed her slim
hips and placed her on the edge of the pool, and while Gina lowered her
black cunt on Jonas' cock Sarah dived in and started licking Rose something
fierce.

   Jonas lifted Gina a little and turned her round, still with his cock in
her, so she was sitting with her back to him when she sunk down again to
wriggle on his long cock.  This way it was very comfortable for him to
masturbate her while enjoying her hot cunt.

   "Joannah, try if you can get one of the jets to hit us the right way",
Jonas asked.

   "Right" she said and fiddled a little with the controls.  Gina gasped
loudly when a very strong, narrow jet hit her cunt.  Jonas felt his balls
be thrown around by the jet, but the convulsions in Ginas cunt were so
great, that he didn't care.  The second her orgasm started Joannah leaned
over and pinched her nipples.  This made Gina scream out her lust: "OHHHH,
I'M COMING, OOOHHH, IT'S GREAT."

   Jonas had been horny for so long time that now he felt the closeness of
his orgasm.

   "Sarah, I'm very close now.  Will you do me the honour of having me come
in you right now?"

   Sarah lifted her head from Rose's cunt and her eyes were smiling at him.

   "Nothing I'd love better.  Joannah, take over here or else Rose will go
crazy."

   Sarah glided through the water, embraced Jonas, pressing his head to her
wonderful breasts, and in one slow and delicious movement impaled herself
on his long cock.

   "You are a wonderful man, Jonas.  I'm sure we shall learn to love you as
much as we did your father.  Please fill me up with your sperm, dear."

   Her movements were such a mix of love and lust that Jonas almost felt
like crying when he erupted in her.  For a little while he just sat there,
luxuriating in Sarah's closeness.

   "She did it again", Gina whispered to Joannah.  "That old girl not only
looks good, but she's got something we haven't learned yet."

   Sarah turned her head and looked at the other three.  Rose was just
starting to come.  Her thin body went into wild spasms, and she let out a
long, deep growl that would make any Asian tiger envious.

   Gina stood up in the middle of the pool.  "Come on, girls, let us give
him our special towelling service before we go to the bedroom." Chapter 3.

   The four women got out of the pool.  From one of the closets they each
took a fluffy, white bathrobe, and when they all donned them they hauled
Jonas out of the water.  They stood him in the middle of the bathroom
whereupon they moved in close.  They all laughed and teased each other in
Italian while they rubbed their bodies against Jonas and in this unusual
way they towelled him off.  To have such great bodies pressed against him
was heaven, and when his skin was dry, his cock was ready for fight again.

   Jonas put his arms round Rose and Gina and led them towards the bed.

   "I think this calls for a bottle of champagne.  Have we got any here?"

   "We can do even better" Joannah said.  "We've got a wonderful dry Asti
Spumante, and I put a bowl of strawberries in the cooler.  Do you think we
should have it now?"

   "I sure do.  Add luxury to luxury."

   The four of them sat or laid down on the gigantic round bed, and shortly
Joannah played a reprise of her afternoon performance.  Stark naked with a
tray in her hands, carried carefully so that her perfect, firm breasts were
displayed over the glasses, while her black, trimmed bush showed below it.
She put the tray down on the small table beside the bed, and when she
turned round she had a glass in her hand and a strawberry between her full
lips.  She leaned over to Jonas, offered him the strawberry, which he took,
and said:

   "Crush it lightly in your mouth, and then take a drink of this glass."

   The sweet strawberry melded with the dry Asti into a heavenly taste. 
And of course the three other women also had to lip-feed him a strawberry.
Sarah and Gina pushed Rose down on her back and held her while Joannah
poured champagne on her belly.  The slender woman's belly-skin formed a
delicious valley around her belly-button so not a single drop flowed away.

   "Do you want a straw, or can you lick it up with your tongue?"

   "Both would be new.  I have neither had champagne through a straw nor
licked it up from a woman's stomach.  But I think I'll prefer to try the
licking first."

   Rose was purring like a kitten while Jonas drank the champagne.  Her
sharp hipbones stuck out like the edges of a bowl, and for a while Jonas
held on to them.  Then he let his right hand slide down to touch her
glowing red bush.  She was so skinny that the bone of her mons stuck out
prominently, and the top of her slit was clearly visible in all its
splendour.

   "I really never liked skinny women before, Rose, but you are so
beautiful that my prejudices melt like ice on a summer day."

   When he started masturbating Rose he felt a hand reach between his legs
to fondle his stiff cock.  A face was pressed against his behind and he
felt a small pointed tongue lick his balls and up his crack, past his
arsehole and back again.  He definitely didn't want to come yet, so he
broke off and said:

   "Sarah, dear.  I interrupted you in the pool.  Will you please show me
if it's true that Rose goes crazy when you lick her out."

   "I sure will, but I think you should ask Gina instead.  Rose is mad
about Gina, and she can give you a real show.  Right Gina?"

   "Mmmm.  I'll give that horny cow a real licking."

   Gina patted the bed beside Rose with her hand and said:

   "Come on, Jonas.  Lie here where you can see everything.  I'm sure
Joannah has a very wet cunt to keep you company while you watch this."

   In a second Joannah had lowered a very juicy and tight cunt on Jonas'
cock, and Gina set to work on Rose.  She grabbed those long, long slender
legs and bent them up towards her chest and spreading them at the same
time. An incredibly long slit was displayed this way.  Gina slowly let her
tongue slide from the top of the slit all the way down to the little brown
backdoor where she let the tip of her tongue slip in for a short while and
then back up again.

   "Hold your legs exactly that way", she snarled to Rose.  "Don't move
them a millimetre, hear me?"

   "Yes" Rose gasped.

   All through this Joannah was rocking her hips on top of Jonas.  He could
feel how his cock was churning inside her deliciously dripping cunt.  Hot
and horny.

   Very slowly and deliberately Gina stuck her middle finger into Rose's
arsehole and slipped her index finger into her cunt.  She moved them back
and forth a few times accompanied by heavy panting from Rose.  Suddenly,
like a snake making an attack, she buried her mouth in Rose's cunt.  The
others could hear the sucking sound, and then she started shaking her head
fast and furious, like a terrier.  Rose's long and fat clit must have felt
like a little cock with all the suction Gina provided.  Rose's growling
began to change.  Her head with the long red hair was rolling from side to
side on the pillow, and slowly the growl changed into screaming.  When Gina
pulled out her fingers only to insert two in her cunt and two in her arse
instead, Rose's screaming changed in caracter and turned into an
animalistic aria of lust, a song without words but with an avant-garde
melodi of immense appeal.

   Jonas grabbed Joannah's hips.  "This is the wildest I've ever seen. 
Fuck me, Joannah, fuck me, or I'll have to fuck you."

   "Please, you fuck me", she gasped.  "I've been longing for it all
evening."

   Jonas rolled over without pulling out of her, and with Rose's crazy
singing in his ears and Joannah's firm breasts in his eyes he rammed into
her faster and faster and harder and harder.  Joannah's eyes glazed over
and she panted and groaned.  "Forza, forza.  Oh my God this is the
greatest. JONAS, I'M COMING.  THIS IS SO WONDERFUL.  I'M COMMMMMMMMMINNGG.
OAAAAHHHHHH.  Her body was shaking and Jonas felt her cunt cramp
continuously while a stream of hot juice gushed around his cock.  That was
too much.  With a grunt he slammed his cock all the way in and held it
there while he spilled his sperm into Joannah's womb like it was molten
lead pouring out of his spine and through his cock.

   While Jonas was coming down from his high his attention was acutely
attracted to Rose.  By now she was humping her cunt and arse against Gina
who had great difficulty keeping her mouth locked on her clit.  Rose's song
changed to a high-pitched yell, and suddenly she went dead quiet and limp.
Jonas stretched his arms as if he wanted to get off Joannah.  She held her
arms round him to keep him where he was.

   "She has just passed out.  She does that when she can't take any more.
She'll come round in five minutes."

   Jonas laid down again and rested his cheek against her pointed breast,
feeling the quiet and relaxation creep into his body.  Slowly he felt his
cock shrink in its warm and wet confines, and a little later it just
slipped out.  He raised himself a little and crept up to kiss Joannah
lovingly.  While he let his hands slide through her black hair he said:
"Thank you, that was so lovely, Joannah."

   "And thank you to you, dear.  You are a lovely man - and I personally
have no complaint about the change in generation."

   Gina laughed when she heard that last remark.

   "I really couldn't say.  Haven't tried that much, have I?"

   "Well, I sure would be willing to try.  If four such lovely women should
not be able to entice my 'Peter' into a new fight, I really don't know who
should.?"

   "Let's lift Rose to the bench and leave her to come to of her own
accord" said Gina.

   "Sure."

   Jonas got up and lifted Rose off the bed.  For her height she was
incredibly light to carry.  The girls laid out a couple of pillows on the
bench, and when Jonas had laid her down they covered her up with a sheet.
Jonas turned round and put his arms round Sarah and held her close for a
moment.

   "I can't believe that I came here only this morning.  If I'm asleep and
dreaming all this, please don't wake me up, love."

   Sarah laughed and pressed her body close to his.  "You are not dreaming,
dear, but I should love to 'wake you up' again."

   "Yes", Gina said.  "Sarah, get him in the chair and wake him up.  I
think he's got the hots for you."

   "Then Gina and I will give his eyes something to feast on." That was
lovely Joannah who lewdly spread her legs and showed them all her well
fucked cunt with Jonas' sperm seeping out of it."

   "Oh, my God," whispered Gina.  "I've got to taste that mix, Joannah. 
Can I?"

   "Be my guest.  But don't pleasure yourself too much.  We want to give
Jonas a bit of a show, don't we?"

   While Sarah pushed Jonas back into the padded armchair and knelt between
his legs, Gina sucked his juices out of Joannah.  When she had finished
that task, Sarah had Jonas' cock in her mouth and was making love to it
with her lips, her tongue and her delicate hands.

   "Try if you can concentrate on this", Gina said with a smile.  She was
half sitting, half reclining on a stack of pillows.  Her beautiful, soft
thighs were spread, and her right hand was creeping down from her belly to
her cunt.  When her middle finger reached the top of her glistening cunt
she wriggled it obscenely over and around her clit.  Jonas watched in awe
as he saw her lips open up like a flower giving him an unobstructed view of
her pink vagina.  Framed by the short, black curls it was a picture of
beauty in itself, not to mention that it was lewd and wild.

   Joannah was doing the same to her own cunt, fixing her blue, blue eyes
on Jonas'.  He felt like drowning himself in all that blue, but after a
little while his gaze went lower to her cunt.  The difference from Gina's
was evident.  Joannah's outer lips were fat and rounded with her inner
labia thin like the petals of a rose.  Ginas outer lips were not very
prominent, but her inner lips were a lot fuller with little lightbrown
lumps sticking out.

   While the two were lewdly displaying their masturbation Sarah filled her
mouth with champagne.  Deftly she pulled his foreskin all the way back and
then reinserted his cockhead in her mouth without spilling.  The bubbles in
the champagne played havoc on the thin, sensitive skin on the underside of
his cock, and very quickly it started growing while Jonas looked lovingly
into Sarah's dark, smiling eyes.

   Sarah let go of his cock, and when she was standing in front of his
chair, she leaned over and kissed him, passing the rest of the champagne
from her sweet lips into his mouth.  Jonas cupped her lovely breasts and
went on kissing lovely Sarah.  He felt as if he was sinking slowly into the
deep waters of the lake, and he would never want to surface again.  It was
Sarah who broke off the kiss.  She leaned further into him and whispered
into his ear: "Watch out, dear boy.  This is about sex.  Don't fall in love
and don't prefer one of us to the other.  And especially me, even if it is
very lovely and flattering for me."

   She turned round to the two girls on the bed.

   "I think I've got something worthwhile for you here.  'Peter' is
standing at attention again - and a lovely fat one it is."

   Gina was rubbing her cunt fast and furious.  "Then bring it over here
and put it in me, I sure feel empty." With that she shamelessly grabbed the
two brown lumps on her inner lips and used them for handles so she could
spread and show off the pink walls of her vagina.

   Sarah almost pulled Jonas to the bed by his cock.  When he was kneeling
between Gina's white, soft thighs, Sarah rubbed the tip of his cock up and
down Ginas slit.

   "Wow, stop it, Sarah.  Can't you just put it in?  I'm so horny for a
fuck and it's so long time since I had one last time."

   "All right, Jonas.  Push it in now." Her right hand was guiding his
cock, and now her left hand gave him a mighty slap on his arse.  This was
so unexpected that he plunged all the way to the bottom of Gina in one fast
push and then collapsed with all his weight pressing Gina down into the
mattress.

   Gina let out a high squeal.  She pulled her hands away from her cunt and
threw them round Jonas' neck.

   "Oh, yes.  Yes.  Fuck me." She pressed her thighs close to his hips and
Jonas felt her soft skin ripple and roll as he started fucking her.  "Don't
hold me," he panted.  "Spread those thighs so I can fuck you for good."

   It seemed like Gina didn't listen at all, but suddenly Jonas felt Sarah
and Joannah move in from each their side.  They both grabbed a leg and now
they pulled Ginas legs as far apart as they would go.  Jonas slammed his
body down on Gina.  Her breasts were quivering by the hard onslaught, and
with her mouth open for air she kept panting: "Oh, my God, oh, I love it,
Oh, my God, I love it...."

   In spite of the two women holding her legs she somehow managed to hump
her cunt up against Jonas' thrusts.  Faster and faster she was humping
until she screamed out a long, long orgasm.  "Ooooohhhhhhhhhh,
Oooooohhhhhhh,..." she kept on shouting.  Her whole body was shaking and
spasming until she came down from her high with a relaxed and heavenly
expression on her face.

   "Oh, my God this was great.  You sure are a hell of a better fuck than
your father."

   She was acutely aware that Jonas' cock was still rock hard, buried in
her relaxed cunt.

   In the background Rose was coming to.  She was sitting on her bench
looking at the four people on the bed.

   "Wow, Gina.  You really had me going there." She was looking intensely
at Jonas, still firmly lodged between Gina's thighs.  "Have you left any of
him for me?"

   "Didn't you have enough.?" Joannah smiled at Rose.

   "I definitely did, love.  But I haven't had a chance to come on his
cock, have I?"

   Gina squeezed Jonas' cock a few times with her slippery cunt, then she
looked up at Jonas: "Do you think you are ready for Rose?"

   "Why shouldn't I?  Is she a special as you hinted in the pool?"

   "You bet she's special.  And kinky."

   Jonas pulled out of Gina and turned towards Rose, who was still sitting
on the bench.

   "Well, you very special girl.  Come here, then."

   "Yeahh.  Wait a second." She turned to the others.  "Why don't we feed
him a sandwich of Arthur's special?"

   "But I'm not hungry."

   "You will be, my boy, you will be."

   The other girls had nodded in approval, and suddenly they were, all
three of them, taking out different items from a chest of drawers.  Before
Jonas had a chance to see what it was all about Rose had blocked his view
by reclining on the bed beside him and pressing her skinny body close to
his, and he only heard them go out into the bathroom.

   Rose's skin was very dry and felt hot to the touch.  When Jonas let his
hand roam up and down her body all he could feel was that hot, dry skin. 
And all those bones.  Her ribs, her hipbones, her cheekbones - all bones
and hot skin.  She looked so frail with her long, thin arms and legs, and
yet she emanated a feeling of incredible strength.  Jonas was really
intrigued.

   "Lie down on your back", she whispered.  "I want to have a taste of that
lovely cock while Gina's juice is still on it."

   She knelt between his legs and held his cock to her lips.  She pulled
his foreskin up to cover his head, then inserted it in her mouth and pulled
back the skin.  Once again she let go of it, pulled the skin up and put him
in her mouth again while she slowly pulled back the foreskin.  The feeling
was exquisite, and soon had Jonas moaning.  She grabbed the underside of
his legs and lifted them high in the air.  When his arse was completely on
display she plunged the tip of her tongue directly into his arse.  He felt
the pointed tip penetrate his sphincter and that sent an electric jolt all
through his body.

   When he heard the bathroom door open again he momentarily lost the
ability to lift his head to see what was coming.  At the same moment Rose
substituted her tongue for a finger which she pressed all the way up into
his rectum.  Jonas, who had never tried anything like it, was wildly
intrigued.  Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Gina, Sarah and Joannah
coming up close to the bed.  The change was astounding.  They were all
dressed in genuine whores' outfits.  Two of them in small corsets with
stockings and Sarah in garters and stockings and a bra that let her nipples
free.

   "God, you look gorgeous," he panted.  Rose wriggled the finger in his
arse, and that together with the view of the three whores made his cock
twitch and get even a little bit bigger.  Rose pulled out her finger and
laid down beside Jonas.  She spread her long legs, inviting him to mount
her.

   "Come and give me a minute of that delicious fucking you wasted on
Gina."

   Jonas got up and plunged his cock all the way into her surprisingly
tight cunt.  She was incredibly wet and silky, and if he had felt her skin
to be hot, her cunt was boiling.  He started slamming his cock fast and
furious into Rose.  In just a minute he felt her cunt open up and little
ripples started all the way up in the bottom of it.  Suddenly Rose let out
a yell and her cunt clamped hard round his cock.

   "God, that was great.  Now lay dead still, love." She patted her hands
on the bed beside her, and Sarah and Joannah came on to the bed and pressed
their bodies close to Rose and Jonas.

   "Now you have a chance to enjoy our very different tits" Rose said.

   Joannah pulled her perfect cones out of the corset.  Jonas first sucked
a little on Rose's tiny bumps with the big nipples.  Then he turned his
head to Sarah's soft, rounded breasts with the nipples sticking out through
the holes in her bra, and last but not least he lowered his mouth to
Joannah's perfect ones.

   Through all this he had forgotten about Gina, but he felt her move in
behind him.  A sharp pain cut through his arse and an electric jolt numbed
his brain for a second.

   "What the h......," he shouted.

   "Sssscccchhhhhh, Rose whispered into his ear.  "Ssscccchhhhh.  Relax and
enjoy."

   He felt Gina moving slowly in and out of his rear.  She must be wearing
a strap on dildo, because he could feel her soft thighs against his own,
and the satin of her corset sliding against his cheeks.  For the first time
in his life he was having his arse fucked.  At the same time Rose was doing
the most incredible manipulations of his cock.  She would tighten round the
base, and then like a wave going through her cunt, that tightening would
run up along his cock until she was squeezing the head of it.  Almost like
the milking he had learned to do when he visited his grandfathers farm as a
boy.

   The perversity of it all came rolling through his mind, and in a few
minutes he was right on the edge of coming.

   "Oh, hell, I'm coming.  This is so great I want it to last forever, but
I'm coming.  Ooohhh, its great."

   Hearing his moaning Gina sped up her fucking, and Jonas felt his cock
being pressed even further up into Rose.  He tried to do some fucking
himself, but only managed a few minor thrusts before everything exploded.

   Roaring like a hurt lion he felt his arse contracting round the strap on
dildo, and then what felt like gallons of boiling sperm pressed out through
his cock and splashed to the bottom of Rose's cunt.  Totally spent he felt
his arms go, and he collapsed on Rose's chest, his head turned towards
beautiful Sarah.  Far away behind him he felt Gina extract the rubber cock
from his arse, and a little later his cock started to dwindle inside Rose.

   Jonas was totally exhausted for a little while.  When he came to again
he raised his head and looked at the four beauties.

   "You absolutely wonderful creatures.  I am NOT dreaming, and this IS
heaven."

   He closed his eyes and opened them again.  "Yes, you are still here. 
Even if this never happens again I shall be eternally grateful to my father
that he left me this inheritance and gave the big factory to my brother."

   "And we shall be grateful to your father for leaving us you as our
inheritance." Sarah looked into his eyes, and he saw a serene warmth and
appreciation in the two dark lakes.

   "May I be a total glutton, ladies?"

   "Of course you may," said Joannah, "what do you want?"

   "Will one or two of you stay on to sleep with me?  I really can't bear
the thought of you all leaving and for me to sleep alone."

   "Of course.  Who would you like to stay?"

   Jonas locked his eyes with Sarah's and smiled gratefully: "I think I
have learned never to make preferences, so it's really up to you who'd like
to keep me company."

   "I'm sure we'd all love to, but that would be too crowded for sleeping.
My proposal is that Sarah and Joannah stay," Rose volunteered.  "And then
maybe I can tempt Gina to sleep with me, because I shall also find it
difficult to sleep alone."

   And that is the way it was decided.

   They all got out of bed and joined on the terrace for a last glass of
wine.  Jonas still could not believe what had happened.  The three of them
were still dressed up in their erotic garments, and incredibly beautiful
Rose as naked as she was born.

   Goodnight kisses were dealt, and five minutes later Jonas was sleeping
like a log with his arms round the two gorgeous women.

  
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EXTERN WEEKEND, (M/F+.cons)
	by Spiller.
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	It's Sunday night, 1 am. 

	I just fucked my poor husband silly for two solid hours, and right
now he's sleeping like a log, while I'm sitting here, totally confused and
at all doubts about myself.

	I really thought I had life laid out: Job, family, my future and myself.
And then, suddenly, I really don't know.

	A few words about myself: I'm Gerd, 42 years old, quite a
successful teacher, married for 20 years to Claus, who is now 45, two
children who have both left home to study in Copenhagen. I'm fairly good
looking, though nothing spectacular, whereas Claus is a very handsome
man, and I'd say that I really love him. For all these years he has been a
kind, considerate and generous husband and father, as well as a skilled
lover who almost every time manages to give me the most delicious
orgasms when we make love. He always convinced me, that he finds me
pretty in spite of my small tits and skinny frame. Of course our marriage
has had its ups and downs like everybody else's, but those were only tiny
ripples on a smooth surface. I was always immune to the advances I
received from other men, though I have to admit they have not been that
many.

	And here I am. Came home four hours ago from a weekend of
supplementary education, which our school board had ordered (and  paid
for) where I spent two wonderful nights doing things I had never even
dreamed about, and that secret knowledge made me so horny again, the
moment I saw Claus, that I practically raped him and fucked him raw.
What the ...... has come into my head? And my body?

	It all started Friday at noon. School closed early and we were all
bussed to a rather posh hotel. By three o'clock we had been dealt our
rooms and met for afternoon coffee and the first lectures, which by the
way were very interesting and inspiring. After a delicious dinner another
hour was scheduled for a lecture which was more entertaining than really
educational, and then the rest of the evening was for 'socialising'.
Through dinner and the last lecture I had been sitting with a colleague of
many years, a man I have always admired for being such an excellent
teacher. Ten years older than me he is, but his mind is so open and
young that our youngest teachers seem old-fashioned and stale
compared to him. The kids love him, and his classes invariably score the
highest grades. At the same time he is always a pillar of calm, spreads a
feeling of security around himself - and never have I heard another
teacher ask him for help and not get it. Those are the reasons for my
admiration - and definitely not his looks or his macho charm. Peter is
only a few inches taller than me, he weighs about 10 kilos too much, and
actually the only really charming thing about him are his eyes, changing
between blue and green and with many wrinkles of laughter around them.

	The 'socialising' was not really that posh. A nice lounge, a
CD-player and a dancefloor, a waiter at the bar - and the rest was up to
ourselves. Peter had asked me for the first dance during dinner, but it
seemed he was in no real hurry when we adjourned in the lounge. He
fetched us some drinks and snacks, and we sat in the sofa talking shop,
laughing a little at some of the younger colleagues who were already
smooching on the dancefloor - people we knew were all married, but not
to each other.

	"Seems like a few of them are rather in a hurry to take advantage of
the opportunity," Peter laughed.

	"Perhaps they don't have that many opportunities," I said. "Better
make use of them, if that's your wish."

	"OK", he said with a smile, "and as that is my wish I'd better ask
you: Shall we dance?"

	His elegant advance was so unexpected, that I blushed a little, and
without a word I got up and said:"OK, let's dance."

	And so we did. Peter is an excellent dancer, guiding you around
without letting you feel you are guided, and then for a few seconds he
takes a firm hold of you, just to let you know who is in command. We had
danced a few when a slow one came up. I always loved the slow dances,
and this was no exception. I leaned a little into Peter and felt his arms
around me and actually enjoyed it. Just before the dance finished he gave
me the first chock of the evening. With his deep and firm voice he said:

	"I think you should go to the restroom and take off your bra and
panties so we can enjoy the next slow dance better." At that point he
grabbed my shoulders and pushed me a little off him so he could look me
firmly into my eyes. Like a little nitwit I felt time had stopped, and a little
later the music did too.

	"Thanks for the dance," he said. "It was lovely, apart from a few
impediments."

	He took my arm and we walked back to 'our' sofa and sat down. My
stomach was in turmoil because of the unexpected and rather rude
advance he had made on me - and also, I had to admit, the chock of it
made me tinkle all over. If you had asked me 2 hours ago how I would
have reacted to such rude words I should have laughed and said: - I think
I'd refrain from slapping him, but I'd definitely go my way.  And now I was
just sitting in the sofa continuing our talk while my subconscious mind
was figuring out if I should go to the restrooms or not !

	I'm not going to put numbers on all the times it happened during
these days, but this was the first time I did something which is still
inexplicable to myself: After a while I went to the restroom and discarded
my bra and my panties, put them in my purse and returned to the sofa,
Peter and the colleagues.

	A few others had joined us at the table and talk was flowing, the
course, our school, being away from home etc. Peter fetched us some
wine from the bar, and when a slow tune came up on the CD-player he
asked me: "Would you care to dance this one with me?" 

	"Of course, Peter."

	On the floor I had halfway expected him to feel me up to see if I had
complied with his proposal, but nothing of the kind happened. On the
contrary he maintained a small distance which only added to my
excitement. Why the .... did he want me to take off my underwear if he
wasn't going to feel it? Well, I think the sly bastard knew how to whet my
appetite, for when he finally brushed the back of his hand against my
small tits it was more like an electric chock. His right hand slid down to
rest on my hip while he maintained a light pressure on my right breast,
and suddenly I was painfully aware of my naked pussy, and I felt the air
blowing up upon it every time Peter swirled me around and my skirt
flared out.

	"It's very delicious to touch your breast," he whispered into my
ear,  "and it's lovely to know that your pussy is bare if I should feel like
touching it."

	I could feel my cheeks blush as if I was a young girl, and for a short
while I rested my forehead on his shoulder. Suddenly he lifted his left arm
and pushed my hip to make me turn round and round while he was
walking slowly forward, and his right hand stayed down where it was,
trailing from my hip across my belly, round to my arse and with every
turn he lowered that hand, and with the last turn he quickly put a slight
pressure on my pussy as it passed his hand.

	"Feels like you are gifted with an abundant bush," he whispered
into my ear, "I really like that. So many girls shave today, and it just
makes them look like babies." He followed this up with a quick jab of his
tongue. At that moment the slow tune stopped, and thank goodness he
held my arm like an old-fashioned gentleman, because I was quite dizzy
as we walked back to the sofa.

	People were telling jokes as we sat down, but honestly I didn't get
many of the points. I just laughed a little when the others did, while my
head was reeling with questions, the most important of them being: -
Why all of a sudden did my pussy get so wet? And when I looked down
on my white shirt I could see my nipples as easily as I could feel them
poke against the soft silk. I started to get up because I wanted to get out
into the cool air and get my head sorted out, but the cheeky guy said out
loud: "Would you please bring a gin and tonic for me too?" I didn't want
to give long explanations in the presence of my colleagues, so I did the
easy thing and went to the bar. Just as I returned with the drinks a new
slow tune started, and Peter got up and said: "Can I have this one too?"

	"Yes, of course you can, but then it's the last one. It's past
midnight, and I don't want to be too tired tomorrow."

	"Fine with me." 

	He put his arms round me, and held my body rather close to his,
and I was excitingly aware of my nakedness under my shirt and skirt. For
the first time he put his hand on my arse with a purpose. He squeezed my
buttocks rather hard and pressed my pelvis close to his, or rather he let
me feel his stiff cock against my belly. And then he brought up his hand
so he could take my right nipple between his fingers and pinch and twist
it, hard, but not too hard. He had his right hand on my shoulderblades
and he pressed my head close to his and said in his deep voice:

	"I want you to say goodnight when we finish this dance. Go to your
room and leave your door unlocked. I'll come up to you in ten minutes so
as not to make any of them suspicious. And I want you to keep your
clothes on, just as you are now. Got it?"

	"Yes, I got it, but what makes you so sure I'll leave my door
unlocked?"

	"If you don't, I shall have to knock on it and make a terrible noise,
shan't I? I think it's more discrete if you leave it as I told you."

	He leaned into my ear, blew a small breath of hot air into it and
whispered:

	 "God, you are a lovely woman. I look forward to hold you in my
arms again."

	As the tune ended he followed me back to the table. I didn't sit
down, though. I bid goodnight to the other colleagues and excused
myself for being tired and in need of the rest. Peter sat down at his usual
place and joined in with the conversation.

	Fortunately I was alone in the lift going up to my room. I'm not sure
I could have carried on a chit-chat with all the emotions churning in my
head and my belly. My pussy felt heavy, engorged and wet, and my
nipples were still trying to drill their way through my shirt. In the room I
told myself that I could still lock the door if I decided so in the next ten
minutes, but as I dropped down on top of my bed I knew all too well, that
I was not going to do it. I sneaked my right hand under my skirt to feel my
pussy - just to check if it was really as wet as I thought. And it sure was !
And the lips were fat and pouty with blood, so much so that my finger
almost plopped in between them when I wanted to feel the wetness. A
touch to my clit sent a wave of lust through my thin body and I pulled out
again. I touched my thighs on the inside, and even though they are so
slim that they never touch each other, they were both damp with my
juices.

	For a short second I contemplated frigging myself off so I might
have a chance to be a bit more cool when Peter would arrive, but I chose
not to - I had a notion that an orgasm now would not calm me down, but
most likely have the opposite effect. 

	- Hi, old bitch, you may as well relax and live this out. It's going to
be a first and last, and now you have a chance to feel how it is to make
love to someone else. Admit it, old girl, you have often wondered how it
might be, haven't you? - and yes, I often have. I closed my eyes and
relaxed as much as I could, drifting off in a series of very erotic dreams,
and when I heard my door silently open, close again, and the lock being
turned, I stayed on my back with my eyes closed.

	Peter did not say anything as he entered. I could hear him walk
from the door, but I kept my eyes closed. I heard him walk up to the bed,
stand there for a little while, probably enjoying the sight I thought, and
then he walked round to the other side. I heard him take off his coat and
his shoes, and suddenly the bed gave in to his heavy body lying down
beside me. At first he did not touch me at all, and I felt my nipples
stiffening further, as if they were crying out to be touched. And that was
exactly what he did.

	"Your nipples just told me, that you are not sleeping."

	 With that he moved his hand over and around my tits a few times
before he grabbed both of my nipples with his fingers and pinched them.
My body gave an involuntary jerk of lust, and then he moved his right
hand down my body till it was resting on my flat stomach, just above my
bush. Further down he moved it to feel that bush through my dress.
Thank goodness he did not start out with kisses or some faked romance,
I should not have been able to handle that. This was about sex. Sex and
nothing but.

	"I'm really looking forward to play with that forest of love you've
got here." He pressed his hand against my pubes. "Like I told you at the
bar: I really love a hairy pussy and not those shaved baby imitations."

	He leaned over and kissed my eyelids.

	"Hey, are you going to keep those eyes closed for the next many
hours? Why don't you open them and then lift up your skirt to show me
what you have got there?" His voice was so deep and soft.

	Well, that's what I did! Apparently I was not able to make decisions
of my own. Up till now I had just done what he told me to do, and it
thrilled me that also this time I did it. I grabbed the hem of my skirt and
pulled it up almost to my waist, lifting my hips first to get the skirt out
from under my arse, and secondly to present my black, curly pussy to
him. And as far as I know, he was only the third person to see it (in a
sexual context, that is).

	"Beautiful, beautiful," he whispered, almost as if it was to himself
rather than to me. His fingers combed through my curls many times
before he said:

	"And now unbutton your shirt to show me if your tits are as lovely
as I think they are."

	And again I did what he wanted. What I wanted. My shaking fingers
opened button after button and I pulled the shirt out of my skirt and then I
opened it while I looked into his eyes. He smiled, and then he looked
down on my tits, and I did the same. Did he see what I saw? Two small,
very pointed hills topped by dark brown aureoles and nipples that
seemed too long on those small tits. And stiff the nipples were !

	"Perfect. Just perfect," he whispered again. "God how I'm going to
play with those."

	His body was still not touching mine, and suddenly he let one
finger slip down to my pussy - well, it felt more like a cunt right now! All
wet and slippery. He was only touching me with that one finger. He
started sliding it up and down along my wet clit. Really, he was
masturbating me, and I was on fire being touched by only one finger.

	"I'm going to make you come very soon, but only if you use your
fingers to pinch and twist your beautiful nipples while I do it!"

	I looked down my body. What a sight !  Here I was on a foreign bed
in a foreign room with a foreign man, skirt around my waist, shirt open
and a finger working painfully slow on my tingling clit, and of course I
lifted my hands to my tits and began to squeeze and twist them, sending
electric chocks down through my body directly into my clit. Peter
increased the speed of his frigging, and in record time I felt my orgasm
coming up. 

	"Oh, my God, I coming already," I panted. "Oh, God it's wonderful.
I'm COMING - I'M COMMMMMMING."

	The muscles in my belly started contracting, my thighs were
shaking violently and I was humping my cunt on his finger. With a loud
scream I felt the powerful orgasm almost as if molten lead was poured
out all over me. The cramps were so violent, that my legs tightened up
and bent in hips and knees so I was almost in a fetal position, right there
on my back, shaking and crying.

	"Oh, my God, you horny bastard! It's wonderful, God, I'm still
coming."

	When I folded up like a jack-knife his hand was pushed away from
my cunt, and now he placed over my mouth and said:

	"Hey, lovely. Better be a little more quiet or we'll have all the horny
guys lining op to have a piece of the cake."

	It took me nearly a minute before I was able to relax and let my legs
fall back on the bed. Little beads of sweat had formed between my tits
and on my forehead, and my whole body was hot as hell.

	"Phew, that was lovely," I whispered. "Will you please get me a
towel to wipe my forehead and chest?"

	"I'll do better than that," he said.

	With that he leaned over, and that was the first time I felt his body
against mine, and slowly he started licking the sweat off my forehead and
a little later his tongue cleaned up my chest. His hand moved up on my
belly again, and I felt his fingers tugging at my abundant bush while his
tongue started licking my tits, even though there was no sweat on them.
Feeling his clothes rub against my naked legs and chest was a strange
new sensation, and the way he was tugging and pulling at my bush was
something new, too. He sure was right when he said he loved a real bush
instead of the trimmed or shaven ones. I felt the heat building in me
again, and images of what might be hidden in those trousers began to
form in my mind.

	"Am I the only one who is going naked tonight?"

	"Oh, no, Gerd. If you promise, that you'll stay just as you are right
now, and then play with your bush in the meantime, I'll take a few
minutes to undress."

	"I couldn't play with myself while you watch. I have never done
anything like that."

	"Well, Gerd, there is a first for everything. Are you going to do it, or
do I keep my clothes on?"

	"I'll try if I can do it."

	He got off the bed, and my mind was in turmoil while I tried to let
my fingers comb through my curls. I was a bit surprised when I found
that it was highly erotic to do so and have Peter watch it. He started a
slow striptease beside the bed while I got more and more into playing
with my curls.

	"Take a good hold of it and pull upwards to show me your clit," he
said hoarsely.

	I did just that, and to my delight felt the sheath slowly pull away
from the head of my clit to let a breath of cool air sweep over the
sensitive little pearl. I could not resist to do it again, and slowly I tugged
and relaxed my grip to make it feel as if I was pulling the foreskin back
and forth on a small cock.

	- Oh, my God, I thought. - Claus would get a fit if he saw me now.
The mere thought of it sent a new thrill through my body, and I
concentrated on watching Peter shed his clothes. His chest was naked
now, and he started opening his trousers.  Sure, his chest showed those
extra kilos he was carrying. No ribs to be seen, but on the other hand he
looked extraordinarily smooth for a fifty year old. When his trousers fell
to the floor and I could see his cock I was in for yet another surprise. He
had a belly, all right, but actually the overall impression of his body was
quite favourable. He looked soft and warm, and when I looked at his cock
my cunt started twisting again. Only halfway erected it was not that long,
but I had never imagined something that fat. For a while I stopped
tugging at my bush, just to savour the look he was giving me.

	"What's the matter, do you like what you're seeing? I didn't tell you
you could stop playing with your curls."

	I resumed the delicious tugging, but he broke in again.

	"Oh, no. You stopped, and now you'll have to do it one better. Pull
up hard, and use your index finger of your left hand to touch your clit." 

	I looked into his eyes, not believing my own ears.

	"Do it. And NOW !"

	Of course I did, and my finger sent little electric jolts all through my
body. I felt my cunt begin to drip again, and I imagined it was opening up
more and more, just to prepare itself for that fat cock. But I knew very
well that this was what it always did when I get really horny. Claus
sometimes teases me saying that we skinny girls have the widest cunts,
and sometimes when I get really wild he almost can't feel anything when
he is fucking me, and I have to put my legs together and tighten up the
muscles of my thighs and belly for him to get the right friction.

	- Well, old girl, I thought, there'll be no need to tighten up with that
fat cock. And suddenly I heard myself say words, I should never have
believed:

	"Come on, Peter. Are you going to fuck me with that nice cock or
are you only putting it on display?" I felt my cheeks turn dark red, but at
the same time my thighs fell even further apart.

	"Oh, no, I'm not. I really want to get it inside you right now."

	Quickly he joined me on the bed and got ready between my legs.

	"It's not all that hard yet, but I'll get it in you now, and then you will
feel something I bet you haven't felt before."

	He grabbed his cock with his right hand and with a tight grip
around it he held it stiff enough to push the first half of it inside me. God
it felt lovely. He was stretching my cunt like it hadn't been before, and
with a bit of coaxing he slowly worked it all the way in and then he
stopped moving at all.

	"Now, be very quiet and don't move. This you have to feel."

	I was already very much aware, that his soft body felt very
comfortable on top of mine. Sometimes with Claus the skin on my
protruding hipbones get sore, and it is more hurt than pleasure - but not
with this guy!  And then a jolt flashed through me coming from my cunt.
Peter was lying dead still, but his cock had started to grow !  Not so much
in length, but definitely in thickness !  There was a constant pressure on
the walls of my vagina from his growing cock. When he put that half limp
cock into me I was filled more than ever, and now he was growing !  It
was the wildest ever!  My cunt started twitching all by itself.

	"Quiet. I told you not to move !"

	"But I can't help it. This is so wild it is doing it all by itself," I
whispered hoarsely.

	"Just enjoy it. It's not finished growing yet."

	Right out of the blue it hit me. With no warning, no moving, no
clit-touching, no banging, I started on the longest orgasm !  My cunt was
spasming, my body was twitching and my belly was rippling. Normally I
should have jack-knifed, just as I did when he diddled me, but his heavy
body weighed me down, and all I could do was coming and coming and
coming around that fat pole. My cunt luxuriated on squeezing it again and
again and all it did was growing. And all I did was coming ! I could feel
my juices squishing around in the bottom of my cunt. That fat cock had
me plugged so well that it could not even seep out. 

	I was coming down from the peak, and that fucker was looking at
my face. When he saw my features start to relax he just moved three or
four times in me, pulling my lips out and stuffing them in, and that set me
off again. 

	"Oh, my God," I panted. "It's starting again."

	 Just before I started screaming he clamped his hand on my mouth
and pushed in a few more times. I was yelling my muffled insanity into
his hand and my cunt was so much enjoying finally to squeeze a cock in
orgasm. Always it has felt more like opening up into a big empty
dancehall when I was coming on Claus' average cock, but now I was
really feeling my cramps.

	"My God, Peter. It's out of this world. Move again - I'm coming
down and I don't want this to ever end."

	He complied, and now he set up a determined slow rhythm,
pushing his wondercock all to the bottom on each stroke. My juices were
squishing and bubbling out around his cock when he hit bottom. And I
hit the peak again.

	"You are one hot cunt," he gasped into my ear. "You are milking
me now, and I'll spurt into you in a minute or less."

	"Oh, yes. Fill me up. I want to feel you spurt into me. What can I do
to make you come faster?"

	"You don't need to do anything right now. Just squeeze my cock
with your cunt and feel what is happening. OHHHH.  I'M  COMING, IT'S
RIGHT NOW - FEEL IT.   GOD, IT'S LIKE HEAVEN."

	  With a grunt he started coming. His cock twitched and became
even fatter, nearly splitting me, and I felt my womb fill up with sperm as
he convulsed on top of me and tried to push himself up through my
whole body and out of my throat. Plugged like never before his sperm
could not get out, it just kept pumping up into my cunt and I felt my belly
stretch a little. I bit his hand to get it away from my mouth. This I had to
yell out, and I didn't care a shit if all the world could hear me. It must
have been my tenth or twelfth orgasm, and it was the strongest yet. My
thighs were shaking, my belly contracting to no avail, my toes curled, my
lips snarled away from my teeth, and my head was thrashing wildly from
side to side while I yelled.

	Slowly I felt it dying out. First I stopped yelling, then I stopped
spasming. I felt his magnificent cock start to dwindle in me, and suddenly
a gush of sperm and juice pressed its way out all around his cock,
making us both wet all over down there. I felt it spread out on our thighs
and run softly down my crack, past my arsehole and down to soak the
bedsheets.

 	I was in Heaven !  Hot and sweaty all over my body, drenched in
our juices and with a lovely piece of meat filling me up and giving me
something to contract my cunt around. God how I enjoyed feeling so
filled up even if I had just had my most heavenly orgasm. I started to feel
his weight on me, but on the other hand I didn't want this to end.

	"Come, let's turn over, BUT DON'T PULL OUT OF ME YET !"

	Peter grabbed my hips and in one roll he was on his back with me
on top, and only an inch of him ever left me. I straightened up to sit right
on his cock. I felt it go softer in me, so I couldn't move very much, but
still he was filling me out to my hearts delight. And now my juices were
flowing freely down his cock and his balls. I looked into his eyes. He was
smiling at me, and just as I was going to say something he said:

	"That was great. You sure are a hot number, Gerd."

	"You're not half bad yourself," I laughed. "I don't think - no, I know,
that I have never ever come that much." 

	"And now you wonder if I can go another round?"

	"You bastard. Do you read my mind like an open book?"

	No, but I can feel your cunt is opening up at the bottom of it. That 
is usually a sign of that lust."

	"Oh, yes, it is. I can't help it, but I sure want to feel your cock grow
in me again. What can I do to make you grow again?"

	"You sure you can do it?"

	"I'd love to give it a try," I smiled.

	"I have a feeling you are too much of a prim and proper small town
teacher." 

	I felt my cheeks turn red again. I'm afraid he was right on that one
too.

	"What is that supposed to mean?"

	"Well, a really raunchy and slutty bitch might do it quickly, but I'm
afraid you'll just have to wait and see if it will grow of it's own free will."

	"Oh, yeah. Trying the world's oldest trick, aren't you?  Give her a
dare, and she can't resist trying?"

	"Yes, that was the general idea."

	"Well, like a dumb blonde I'll take the bait. Give me a hint and I'll
try, because I really want to feel that fat cock grow inside of me again."

	"Mmm. And this time it will feel even better, because I'm nearly as
limp as I go. But you are getting in the right direction. Talk to me, tell me
how nasty you are, and you might do the trick, dear."

	So, that was what he wanted? And what did I want?	

	"I want to feel your cock grow fat again."

	"That's up to you. Why do you want that?"

	"Because you filled me up like never before."

	"I can believe that."

	"I'm going to squeeze you a little with my cunt. But I think I must
be carefull not to press it out of me."

	"Yes, you do have quite a cunt there, and it's very wet too." 

	I brought my hands up to squeeze my small tits, and a little later I
took my nipples between thumb and forefinger to pinch and twist them.
Immediately I felt that familiar tingle in my clit.

	"My cunt is so wet because you made me come so many times. But
that only made me want to come a lot more. Do you think you're man
enough to fuck it for real?"

	  I could hardly beleive my own ears, but I must be on the right
track, because I could feel his cock starting to grow. The feeling was
divine, and the pictures on my inner screen were even more divine. I was
exciting myself beyond belief talking dirty.

	"I've got these small tits that you promised to play with, but it
seems I shall have to do it all myself."

	"If you will leave them alone for a minute and play with your clit
instead I shall enjoy them."

	I let my hands fall away from them, and I blushed again as I
touched my clit with my right forefinger.

	"Use your other hand to spread those lips a little more while you
masturbate for me," he groaned, and his cock grew yet a little bit thicker.

	I was never a girl to masturbate much, and I had never done it with
someone to watch, but the growing pressure in my cunt put the lust in
me, and soon I was moving my fingers with abandon. At the same time I
felt his big hands cup my tits, and then he pinched my nipples hard while
he pulled at them.

	"Oh, that's great. My tits love what you are doing," I panted.

	"I can feel that. Your nipples are very hard and big now. I think they
need a little more." 

	And more they got !  He pinched and pulled at them real hard. It
hurt like Hell, but the pain went directly down to my clit which I was
rubbing.

	"Eeeaawwww," I yelled. "That hurt!"

	"But you liked it, you little bitch. I could feel your cunt tremble
when I did it."

	"Yessss, I'm getting really horny again, now. Oh, your fat cock is
filling me up again. I can feel it pressing the sides of my cunt."

	I moved a few centimetres up and down on him, and now his cock
was nearly as fat as before, and still growing.

	"You know," I panted, "that growing cock is making me crazy.
There are no lips to hold apart now. My clit is all bared and my cunt is
split open. Have you got more in it?"

	"Just a little bit more, just a little bit. You enjoy being stretched,
don't you?

	"No, I'm crazy for it !  God, I never thought I could go that mad just
having a cock splitting me. It feels as if my whole body is filled with just
cock, cock, cock !"

	Suddenly he slapped me very hard on my arse. A loud whack, and
a stinging pain.

	"Start moving that cunt," he snarled. "I want to feel it moving on
my stiff cock."

	He slapped me very hard again on the other cheek.

	"Ouch," I cried, but I remained dead still on him. Those two first
smacks stirred feelings in me I didn't know I had, and I wanted him to
smack me again. And he did ! Two more hard ones on each buttock did
the trick. My whole behind was burning with a stinging pain and my face
was red with the humiliation of his punishment. And at the same time my
cunt was quivering with excitement. I moved up and slammed my cunt
down into his bush just three or four times. My cunt was so stretched
that my clitoris was bared completely, and the scratching of his wiry curls
on it's sensitive tip sent me over the hill.

	"Ooooohhhh, my God," I yelled. I felt my cunt clamp down on his
meat like a vice.  "

	"Fill me, you nasty fucker, more, more, moreeeeee."

	  Was that really me yelling? Sweat was pouring down between my
little tits and my whole belly and my cunt was spasming all the time. And
even then I just felt like a glutton: I wanted more, more, more of
everything, more cock, more sperm, more slapping of my arse, I don't
know, just more, more and more.

	I pulled off him and felt the vacuum as my cunt refused to let go of
his fat cock. I turned round and grabbed the footrest of the bed, standing
on my knees and presenting him with my dripping cunt.

	"Fuck me, I want to be fucked like a bitch."

	"Not 'like' one. You are one," Peter snarled.

	He got up and moved in position behind me. Then he dealt me four
very hard smacks on my arse. They stung like Hell and just made me feel
even better.

	"If you really are that crazy to be fucked I don't understand why
you are such a lazy cow that you haven't put it in yet!"

	My legs were shaking and little starlike lights were flashing on the
inside of my eyelids. I reached down and pushed his cock at the opening
of my cunt. In one long push he forced his cock inside me, and at the
same time he pushed his thumb into my arse. What was happening to
me? I came very violently in just two seconds. Then he pulled out his
thumb, grabbed my skinny hips and started fucking me for real. Hard, fast
and fat. His balls slapping against my clit, his hand now and then giving
my arse yet another smack. The next five minutes were a blur of
mindblowing orgasms, pain, crying and yelling, degradation of being
fucked like an animal, overpowering joy of being fucked like an animal.

	Suddenly I felt him go stiff behind me. With a deep grunt he started
spurting into my cunt. I was hit by a gutwrenching orgasm again, and
when I felt him stop his movements I just collapsed, head down, arse in
the air, cramping all over and tears streaming down my cheeks.

	"Oh, my God. I'm totally fucked out."

	I felt Peter get off the bed. Then he took me in his arms and lifted
me off the bed, turned round and very gently he laid me down with my
head on the pillow. Automatically I curled up with my knees to my tits as
if I just wanted to hide from the world. Then I felt Peter lie down again
beside me. His hand slowly caressed my hair and my shoulders.

	"Hey, girl. That was so great. Why do you hide?"

	"I think I'm a bit ashamed of myself."

	"No need to be. You were great. And you are still a lovely, little
creature."

	"But I never was like that before."

	"Well, wasn't it about time, then?"

	"I don't know. I'm not sure, at least."

	"Well. Better make up your mind, 'cause I count on you for
tomorrow night, too."

	"Don't feel too sure!"

	"I won't. But I think you'll want to."

	"Mmmmm. God, I'm so tired and fucked out. My whole body is
aching."

	"Then I'd better let you have a good nights sleep. Don't you think I
should sneak out while the others are asleep? You don't want me to run
into a couple of colleagues in the morning, do you?"

	"Oh, my God no."

	Peter kissed my cheeks and shoulders, and then I felt him get up. I
heard him dress, and quietly he opened and closed the door. And I fell
into a heavy sleep, even as I was wondering what tomorrow might bring.

Saturday.

	I woke up Saturday morning, painfully aware that my body was
covered in dried up sweat, dried up sperm and dried up juices of my own.
The smells seeping up to my nose from under the covers immediately
brought back images of last night, and if that was not enough to make me
horny again, the stretched feeling from between my legs did the rest. I
could not help sliding my hand down to touch my cunt, and in a few
moments it was dripping again. With all of my willpower applied I just
managed to remove it again and get out of bed. In the shower I cleaned
off the traces of our fucking, but the images in my mind could never be
washed out, and I knew right from the start of that day that I would be
looking forward to Saturday night fever.

	At the breakfast table I sat between two women from our
class-team. Suffice it to say that the two of us looked quite fucked out in
spite of showers and make-up, while I think I saw a trace of envy in the
eyes of Joanna.

	The morning lectures were OK, though I had a little bit of trouble
concentrating. But that was nothing compared to the afternoon. At lunch
Peter manoeuvred himself close to me at the banquet table. 

	"When you've finished lunch I want you to go to the ladies room
and remove your panties. I want to know, that you are bare. And you have
to flash me at least once, that I'm convinced you did it." And off he was.

	Silly little me of course complied. When we got to the afternoon
coffe-break my pussy was dripping and my head was reeling. I sat down
in one of the big armchairs, and of course Peter sat down opposite me.
He looked questioningly at me, and my cheeks were burning as I
uncrossed my legs, spreading them slightly to show him I was
panty-less. At the same time I was painfully aware that my nipples
hardened to give me in. Linda had not seen me flash my pussy, but her
eyes on my breasts and the little knowing smile on her lips showed me,
that she was fully aware of my state.

	"Damn," I thought. I hadn't planned on anybody knowing, but then
I suddenly remembered that Linda had the room next to mine, and
probably there was no way she could have avoided to hear my screaming
last night, that is unless she had been to some guy's room instead of her
own. Which might very well be, and might very well not be. I was soon to
find out, because she sat down next to me when we returned to the
lecture hall. In the middle of the first lecture she leaned over and
whispered into my ear:

	"Sounded like some fuck you got yourself last night".

	I blushed like a teen-ager and whispered back: "Oh, no. Did you
hear that?"

	"Sure did. Not all of it, though. I was in some other room getting a
lousy lay for 10 minutes, and then I came back to my own just to hear you
yell like a wolverine in heat."

	"No use denying, eh?"

	"Definitely not. Going at it tonight, too?"

	"Linda!"

	"Aw, come on. We're in the same boat, love. Only you seem to
drive a liner and I got a kayak. Going to tell me who it is?"

	"No way. Or you might try to score him tonight."	

	"From what I heard, you're dead right."

	"Go and find another lay." I could hardly believe the language I was
using.

	"I will, but this profession of ours is lousy where that's concerned.
We are always 3 girls to each real man!"

	"Do you think that's why I never did anything like it before?"

	"Guess that's right. Well. If you feel like sharing, just give three
knocks on the wall, and I'll be there, you lucky bitch!"

	The afternoon passed uneventful. When the last lesson ended at
half past five I was dead tired and ready for a little rest before the big
dinner at eight. And then suddenly Peter sneaked up behind me in the
hall.

	"It was nice to know your pussy was bare all afternoon. Go and
have a shower and a rest, but leave your door open from around twenty
to eight. Have a nice rest, you delicious you!" And off he was.

	In my room I quickly shed what little clothes I was wearing, I had a
shower, and in fact I was so tired, that I wasn't even tempted to do a little
autosex. I just managed to set my alarm to twenty to eight, and I fell into a
deep, dreamless sleep.

	I was awakened by the annoying beep-beep of the alarm. I rushed
to the door and unlocked it, and then I went into the shower again in
order to wake up. I was on my way out when I heard the door open, and
when I came into the bedroom Peter was sitting in the only armchair.

	"Wow. What a pretty sight to behold just before dinner."

	"Why did you want to come here just before dinner?"

	"Come over here and I'll show you."

	When I was standing, still all naked, in front of him he suddenly
grabbed me by my waist and pulled me down across his lap.

	"I just want your arse to be aware of me all through the dinner, and
what way is better than to make sure it's red and sensitive."

	He grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket.

	"Here, love, stuff that into your mouth that you don't shock your
colleagues."

	Before I had a chance to think or to anticipate, his heavy hand
landed series of smarting blows to my defenceless arse-cheeks and the
backsides of my thighs. In just a minute he had me whimpering with pain
and lust, and then it was all over again. There were little tears in my eyes
as he helped me up from my humiliating position. And then, with a
tenderness which belied the treatment he just gave me, he cradled my
face in his hands, kissed my forehead and proceeded to kiss off the small
teardrops.

	"This was just to make sure, that when you sit down your arse will
tell you who is going to fuck you tonight, my dear."

	I looked questioningly into his eyes.

	"Of course you are not allowed to wear panties tonight, and a bra
is out of the question, too. I hope you have brought a pair of stockings?"

	"No, I haven't."

	"Then it was not such a bad idea that I went into town during
lunchbreak. I have this little gift for you."

	Out of his pocked he pulled a small package, containing a pair of
dark, blue stockings and the flimsiest garterbelt I ever saw.

	"Want you to wear this tonight. See you at dinner, and stay close
that we can sit together." With yet another tender kiss he left me to get
dressed in 5 minutes.

	It took me 5 minutes to apply a bit of make-up and another 3 to get
into the garter and the stockings (I really looked like a whore when I
looked in the mirror) and throw my wrap-around dress onto my skinny
frame and tie the belt so the bow and the long ends of it were hanging
down from my right hip.

	As I entered the dining hall Linda passed me in the doorway.

	"Me, oh, my, one does look available tonight !"

	I put my arms round her to give her one of those collegial hugs,
that are accepted all over, and then I whispered into her ear:

	"Look, who's available. I don't feel any panties here either!"

	Linda blushed and then gave me yet another hug and then we
proceeded on our ways, me to find Peter and Linda probably scouting.

	In order not to make this story too long I shall skip all the
storytelling about dinner, dancing, drinking, singing etc. that went on all
evening. Suffice it to say that two o'clock found me in the lift to my room,
my head spinning from a bit too much to drink, juices running freely
down my thighs, saturating the tops of my stockings. My nipples grown
larger and stiffer than ever, still sore from all the pinching Peter had done
during dancing, and a most pungent smell rising from my body: Sweat,
lust and anticipation. Like last night I let my door unlocked and just plain
fell down on my back on the big double bed, my legs spread, hanging
over the edge, my dress half open - at least enough to show my wet
thighs above the sticky stocking tops.	 

	Five minutes I was waiting. They felt like five hours! When I heard
the door open and close again I didn't open my eyes. My voice, hoarse
from the talking, singing and from lust, barely managed to say:

	"Don't do or say anything. Just put that fat cock of yours up my
cunt and let it grow. I want to go crazy again."

	Peter obliged even faster than I had imagined. He didn't even
undress me, even if it should only have taken 20 seconds. He was naked
in a moment, then he whisked my dress open below the belt, pulled up
my legs to my chest, and when he had turned me to lie along the bed he
fed his semi-hard monster into my hungry cunt, supporting it's stiffness
with his clenched hand so he could stuff it in a centimetre at a time. My
God, I was whimpering like a cat in the heat. All evening my sore arse had
reminded me of this, and I really was going crazy with lust for him. I felt
so deliciously stretched by his half erect cock, and then he made it grow
like last night.

	This was plain obscene. Here was this prim and proper, intellectual
and efficient, faithful housewife, model mother - shit, whatever I was
before - stuffed to the brim by a fat, growing cock which drained all my
former conditioning from me, and turned me into a cock-crazy, whoring
bitch.

	Peter leaned over me and licked my ear. Then he whispered:

	"That's it, whore. Concentrate all your feelings in your cunt. Empty
your head, just pour your brain and your nerves down to your cunt and
enjoy."

	And did I enjoy! I savoured every tenth of a millimetre that his cock
stretched me, I loved the way my juices were trapped up in the bottom of
my vagina. When I felt like I had a gallon of juice up there I clenched my
bellymuscles as if I was giving birth, and I felt it gush out along the walls
of my cunt and down my crack into my arse. I really wanted to have a
death experience so I could float up in the ceiling and watch myself with
my legs spread and drawn to my shoulders, my stockings and garter, and
then Peter with his cock buried in me, making me look like a whore.

	While he was still growing I suddenly realised what was going on,
and like an explosion I had my first orgasm, generated more between my
ears than between my thighs. I let out a loud yelp, and my whole body
was spasming out of my control.

	Of course right at that moment Peter started to move his monster
in and out of me. Again I started yelling and contracting. If he had not
weighed me down I should have curled up in a fetal position from the
sheer cramps and the thrill.

	I had hardly stopped convulsing when Peter grabbed both my
nipples with his fingers and pinched really fierce. I could not help letting
out a loud, sharp scream. A glowing, red pain rushed through my body
and set my cunt on fire again. He maintained a firm grip of my nipples
and then he pulled and stretched my small, pretty tits into the lewdest
shapes. He pulled down to make them look as if they had a sag, they
don't really have. Then he pulled upwards to make them look like the little
cones teenagers have. Sideways, round and round. Sometimes hurting,
sometimes just giving out a little pain. When he started shaking them
very fast at the same time as he slammed that dream-cock to the bottom
of my stretched cunt I came so violently that I passed out!

	When I came to again he had pulled out of me, and I was lying on
my belly, head supported on my arms, and my cunt feeling terribly empty.
And at the same time I felt really exhausted.

	"Why did you pass out on me?"

	His voice was deep and mellow, touching nerve-ends all over me.

	"It was so  violent, Peter. I don't know. Maybe all my blood rushed
from my brain because I came so hard."

	"Can't have that again. I have better make your ass warm and red
to keep you awake."

	There was not much logic in that remark, but I ate it with glee, and
when his hand had sneaked under my belly, down to touch my clit, he
started spanking my upturned ass. I whimpered a few times, but soon I
loved every smack he offered me. I humped my clit against his hand all
the time, giving me the most perverted mix of pleasure and pain. Just the
newness of it made me come again. This time I could not prevent my
body from convulsing and folding up. I raised my arse towards his hand,
then keeled over and folded up like a knife.

	I was coming down from my orgasm very slowly. I was covered in
sweat and on the verge of exhaustion. When Peter moved in behind my
back and I felt his cock between my thighs, searching for the entrance, I
really could not start again right away.

	"Peter, I'm so fucked out. I don't know how many times I have
come. You have to give me a little rest."

	"Aww.  Of course I'll give you time to recuperate, I just really need
to have a come myself, now."

	A hundred thoughts flashed through my brain, and I felt sorry for
him. Then Linda crossed my mind. 

	"Oh, my God," I exclaimed.

	"What's wrong?"

	"Oh, nothing is wrong. But a really nasty thought just crossed my
mind. It might help you, if you want to - and it might give me something I
never tried."

	"You know I'm game for almost anything. What have you got on
your mind?"

	"You know Linda. She said something to me this afternoon."

	He smacked my arse twice. "Don't stall. Bring it out. What did she
say?"

	"Well, she heard us last night, and she said that if I wanted some
help I just had to knock three times on the wall. She's got the next room."

	"Which wall?"

	"The one over there."

	Peter got out of bed, and with his impressive cock standing
straight out from his body he went to the wall, picked up a candlestick
from the dresser and knocked three times on the wall. He waited half a
minute and then he knocked three times again. And there it was: A faint
answer in the form of three knocks from the other side. Peter clapped his
hand on the wall a few times and then he went and unlocked the door.

	He returned to the bed and laid down on his back, so that he was
between me and the door.

	"Take my cock in your hand and keep it hard while we wait. And
YOU present it to her when she comes."

	"I'm not sure I can do that."

	"Come on, you lovely whore. You are just waiting to see another
woman ride this cock."

	I had to admit to myself, that the thought of it made my worn out
cunt tingle again. At that moment Linda entered the door. She was only
wearing a short see-through nightgown, and she looked quite unsure of
herself, but lovely in her own way. Very much different from me. Her tits
were bigger, she had a small layer of soft meat on her bones, wide hips, a
small, trimmed bush, and apparently shaved lips from what I could see
through the night-gown.

	"You offered your help, Linda. This monster," I wriggled Peters
massive cock in her direction, "has worn me out for the moment. Would
you like a ride while I take a rest?"

	God, I could hear myself. Lisa and I had never before talked about
anything but the ordinary chat in teachers' room.

	"If that is the one from yesterday that made you howl, I'd sure like a
try." 

	She shed her night-gown, and when naked she was really lovely,
and almost 100% different from me.

	I jumped out of bed.

	"Come here, Peter. I'll pour some cold water on your cock to make
it shrink a little."

	From the room-fridge I picked a couple of ice-cubes, put them into
a glass and from the washbasin I filled up the glass with cold water. In a
few moments the water felt quite cool, and I brought it back to the bed.
When I dipped Peter's cock into the glass he gasped and said:

	"Why the hell do you do that?"

	"I want her to feel the way your cock can grow in her pussy. That's
the most exciting thing I ever felt, and I'm sure it'll make her yell as well."

	"OK, you got your point, and that icy water sure made him shrink a
little."

	I removed the glass, pushed Linda down on the bed and gave Peter
a small smack on his arse.

	"Come on, lover. I want to feed the monster to her small pussy."

	I took a good, firm hold round his cock, the way I had seen him do
it himself. Then I looked at Linda:

	"Spread them, girl. I guess you are wet already?"

	"I'm dripping. Do you think he can get it in?"

	"Bet you."

	Peter moved his hips forward, and I placed the tip of his cock right
at the entrance of Linda's cunt. Then he started a slow push, and
gradually we worked his fat cock into her. The moment the head had
popped inside Linda started groaning.

	"This isn't for real," she panted.

	"You just wait, you horny cow. I'll bet you husband has only got
half of this!"

	"Feels like you are right. Oh, my God, this is great!"

	By now Linda was panting as if she was hyperventilating. When my
hand hit her cunt I let go of Peter's cock, and he pressed it the rest of the
way in, by himself.

	"Peter, do it just the way you did it to me - don't move at all. Let her
feel it!"

	I enjoyed the smug smile on his lips, and Linda's eyes were really a
sight. She opened them wider and wider, and her mouth hung wide open
with a stupid grin. I knew exactly what she was feeling, and she must
have been in heaven.  Suddenly she let out a deep groan.

	"Oooohhhh. He's growing. Ggrrrrrrrrr. Oh, my God, he's stretching
me more and more. It's the wildest ever ! !  My God, Gerd, I'm sooooo
close to coming - I'm so close. Eeeeeoooooowwwww, I'm coming, I'm
coming." 

	She let out a deafening wail, and her whole body was raked by
cramps. Her eyes were tightly shut by now, and she had pulled her lips
back from her teeth like a predator ready for attack. She was panting  like
a mile-runner, and she humped her sticky cunt against Peter's pubic
bone. 

	"Go on, go on, fuck me, you bastard, I'm coming all the time. FUCK
ME ! Move that monster in me! Oooohhhhhhhh.  Aaaahhhhhh. My God, I
don't think I'll ever be able to feel Benny's cock any more. Peter, you split
me. Ooohhhh, I'm coming again."

	By now Peter was driving real hard into her, and she was on cloud
nine. I doubt she ever stopped coming. I could not help myself, I leaned
over and suckled on to her right tit, while my right hand slid in between
them. I could feel her belly-muscles cramp and relax, cramp and relax,
and my own cunt was burning again with the brand new feeling of
touching and sucking another woman. I had never done that before.

	Linda opened her eyes and looked into mine:

	"I have never, ever been so horny, not even close."

	"Me neither."

	"Can I touch your pussy?"

	"Sure." I lifted my right leg and I felt Linda's hand move down to
my belly, and then she sneaked two fingers up to press against my
dripping gash. There is no other word for the cunt she found, a gash, a
dripping hole. Her touch was absolutely electric. I felt like her own
orgasms ran like a current through her arm to her fingers, and suddenly I
exploded in a wild orgasm myself.

	"This is great, girls. I'm getting closer and closer. I think I'm going
to spurt into you, Linda, in a very short while."

	The devil hit on me with something I had read somewhere, but
never allowed my prim and proper self do: I pulled out my arm from
between Linda and Peter, and a second later I pressed my middle finger
into Peter's arse, all the way up to my knuckles.  Peter roared like a bull,
and while he was roaring and grunting,  he exploded in Linda. I knew
from last night the divine feeling she was having, as he emptied his big
load in her plugged up cunt. Not a drop of it could spill out, and I knew
she was feeling even more pumped up. And she did exactly like I did: She
came yet another time. Babbling incoherent words, groaning and
screaming she felt her cunt spasm  round Peter's fat cock. She had
stopped working her fingers in my cunt, and now her spread out and
raised legs fell like a dead weight, her left on the bed, her right across
mine. Peter pulled out his cock with a loud plop, and a gush of sperm and
cuntjuice dribbled out of Linda's battered cunt.

	She opened her eyes and looked at me with a dreamy smile on her
lips.

	"I really owe you one for sharing this. My God, I was never fucked
that good. Never, Peter." She raised her head a little and pressed a
loving, hot kiss on my lips to make me tingle all over.

	"And you two were not even half bad," Peter smiled. "That was a
first for me. And I tell you, it might very well be habit-forming."

	"You are absolutely right," I heard myself saying, and my new,
horny caracter made me continue:

	"And now, that we know what we all like, you can have me any time
you want to, when we get a chance at school."  I blushed wildly the
second I had said it, but deep down I had to admit, that such was the
transformation he had induced in me.

	"And if you two have a PTA-meeting, I'll come as well, even if my
classes are not up."

 	"Don't promise if you are not ready to deliver."

	"I'll be ready."

	"And me too."

	"But always together?"

	"Well," I said, "if you say goodnight now I think Linda and I will
have to talk a little about that, and when we have decided we'll let you
know tomorrow."

	Peter smiled at us both, and then he started to get up.

	"I'm sorry it's so late - a bit too late for another round - but it's a
comfort to know that you are ready for a repetition closer to home."

	He kissed both of us, and in a few minutes he was dressed again,
hugged us goodnight and left.

	Linda opened her arms, and I fell into her. With a sense of the
wicked I enjoyed her round and comfortable body for a little while.

	"Nothing is going to be the same after this night;" she whispered.

	"I'm happy I have tomorrow to recuperate. I'd hate to explain this
open and loose cunt to my husband."

	Linda giggled. "I've better start doing pinching exercises, if I'm
ever going to feel Christian's little pecker."

	"The difference when I get home to Claus is going to be
something."

	"Have you ever touched another woman?", she whispered.

	"No, never."

	"Did you like it?"

	"Oh, yes, I certainly did.  Did you?"

	"It was wonderful. Do you think we dare to sleep together tonight?
I mean, if somebody should see me leave here in the morning, I'll just say
I had to borrow a hairbrush, or something."

	"I'd love for us to sleep together. But I just have to feel your cunt
like it is right now."  I slipped my hand down. Her shaved lips and
trimmed bush were soaked in juices. Her own and Peter's. It was such a
delicious feeling and such a wicked tingling in my mind.

	"Before we fall asleep, can I ask a nasty favour?"

	"You can ask, and I'll tell."

	"I don't know if I dare, but I have to ask. The one of us who wakes
up first. Can we promise that she'll wake up the other one with kisses
and touches.?"

	"Right now I'd love to."

	"And in the morning?"

	"If it's me I think I'll do it. If it wasn't so late I think I'd love to taste
your cunt right now."

	"That's it. I'm sure I'll do the same."

	I snuggled up to her, raised my head to kiss her one last time and
said:

	"Good night. Have a nice rest."

	"Good night. And thank you for the best fuck I ever had."

	A minute later our exhaustion had the better of us, and we were
fast asleep.
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	Once again I'll skip big parts of what happened, just to get this
story finished. I can hear Claus snoring in the bedroom. 

	Sunday morning Linda and I had a vicious lick out, and we made
each other come a couple of times.

	I was back home around 8 o'clock, horny as hell, but trying to keep
up the mask of the proper wife I have always been. I only succeeded for a
couple of hours.

	I'm afraid that tomorrow Claus will ask me why I was that horny
when I got home. Guess I just have to tell him that I missed him so much
- and then hope he will buy it.


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TRANSLATOR.
	By `Spiller'

	Before I start this story just a few words of background about myself: I'm 36, 6feet tall, light brown, almost yellow hair, a nice athletic frame with just a few ounces of extra fat on it. Up till three weeks ago I considered myself a succesful businessman. On top of my traditional business education I spent 3 years educating myself as a translator with French and German as the main languages, and a bit of Spanish on the side.

	I got married to Sandie, a beautiful and loving person, landed myself a top job in a major company and for 10 years I worked my ass off establishing branches in France and Germany for this company. Working the long hours, utterly boring journeys, but: It was well paid. Until three weeks ago. I arrived at my office to find a note on my desk: HC wants to see you at 08.05. I jumped the lift, and by 08.09 I was riding back down on it: I was fired, the company had sold the European branches, and they wanted my office empty by 10 o'clock.
6 months pay had already been transferred to my bankaccount.

	Really, I was devastated. Went back to my office, took the few really personal belongings there, spread the rest on the floor, smashed a few lamps and left with the only greeting of goodbye I felt like: Gave the department manager the finger and banged the door after me.

	Drove downtown, parked my belongings in the railway station wardrobe, and then hit a few bars, feeling utterly sorry for myself. By three I was really pissed and called Sandie at her work. She is a secretary at a small, specialized litterary agents. Told her the situation in so many words concluding that here I was: In a sleazy bar downtown, drunk as a skunk, unable to find my way home, and would she please......?

	My saving angel arrived, kissed and hugged me, helped me out of the bar to her car,arranged for a taxi-company to bring my car home - picked up my belongings at the railway station, and by 5 I was sitting on a stool in our shower, the cool water and a mug of hot coffee slowly bringing back my wits - and the sight of my beautiful naked wife having her coffee on the toilet lid bringing up my spirits as well. At half past six after a lot of kissing and hugging and a couple of wild abandoned fucks she finally looked into my eyes and asked: "Now, love, what was all that about?"

	Then the explanations, the fear of not getting an equally well paid job, how she would react to a husband on the dole, the neighbours etc. etc. etc.

	"STOP" she screamed. "I'd LOVE it if you could not find an equally well paid job !
I might even get to see you. I love you, you know. And we really don't need the money. The house is paid for, the cars are paid, everything is paid, and we have a really solid bankaccount. Unfortunately we can't have children - but then no surprises that way. We could live on my pay for the next 15 years !"

	God, that lovely woman. Not only more beautiful than nearly all the actresses you see on the screen, but a hell of a lot of brains too.

	Well, I shall try to make this as short as possible, so we can get to the real story - the hot one. For a couple of weeks I translated small short-stories for Sandie's employer. The pay was standard, which is not too much, but it was extremely nice work - with my labtop on the gardentable, Beethoven and Mozart from the loudspeakers and cold juice in the fridge. And Sandie loved it too. Our rate of lovemaking soared from twice a month to four or five times a week.

	Then last Tuesday Alexander called me. Alexander is Sandie's boss. He wanted to compliment me on the translations, and then he asked how I should take to translating some really hot French porno stories. I told him that I'd have no problem about that. Fine - because he had 25 stories that he needed translated in about 3 weeks. I told him that the translation was not the big issue, but my typing on the computer should prevent it. Then Alexander asked: - We have a very efficient young woman, Hannah. She's a wizzard on a keyboard - if you translate to her she can type it almost as fast as you can tell it. How should you like to work in our offices for the next 3 weeks? We agreed on that, so Wednesday morning I got up with Sandie, and she asked: Where do you think you are going? 

	- Same place as you.

	- I don't believe you.

	- Well, you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?

	Of course I told her the deal with Alexander - and then Wednesday saw me in a new and strange situation which brought the blood to my cheeks. Hannah was a real beauty of the dark and sultry type. She was somewhere between 25 and 30, and when the first really dirty words and acts came up in the translation I had serious trouble getting them across my teeth. I was blushing, Hannah was blushing, and we hardly dared look at each other. That kind of words I had not even used with Sandie.

	Suddenly Hannah turned towards me: - You know, we'll have to find a way out of this, or we are not going to make any money - and Alex won't get his stories on time.

	- You are not even halfway wrong, I said, shifting my stiff penis as discretely as possible, but of course she noticed.

	- Yes, it is a pretty hot story, isn't it? It makes me horny too, just this first page and a half.

	- OK. It's just that I'm not at all used to say that kind of words to a beautiful woman, but I see I shall have to. And then you'll just have to ignore, that my cock shows its own appreciation of the story.

	- Well, we'll se about that, dear. Shall we procede?

	And so we did.

	When we were half an hour further into the story my cock was stiff as a board and raring to go, and Hannah's nipples were doing a hard job trying to poke through her bra and blouse. She was breathing heavily, and she had parted her thighs a little. I made no secret of it, that I was squeezing my cock from time to time and suddenly I rolled my chair closer to Hannah and stretched out my hand. Her right nipple fitted snugly between my two fingers, and I  squeezed it and twisted it a little, and then let my hand cup her whole breast before I returned the hand to myself.

	Suddenly without looking at me she stretched out her right hand and placed it right on my cock which she then caressed and squeezed for a few seconds. I started to moan, but Hannah quickly put her hand across my mouth and with the other she pointed to the door which was open by a fraction to the outer office where Sandie and Alexander were working. They could see nothing, but my moans definately should rise suspicion. I nodded my approval, read out the next sentence, and as Hannah started writing I quickly let my hand slide the short way from her knees to her cunt, which I found dripping wet. As I was reading the next sentence I applied a good amount of pressure to her clitoral area and moved my finger up and down on those soaked panties.

	I leaned over to whisper into her ear: - I can't very well go out into that office. Please get up, take off your panties in here before you go out to pick up a couple of mugs of coffee for us.

	- Sure, she said out loud. Sugar or milk? With that she got out of the chair, hitched her fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. The second they were off she lifted her skirt to show me a very sexy, trimmed black triangle. Then she put her panties right in my nose while she said out loud: - Fine. I like mine black too, and with that she walzed out into the outer office to get the coffee. I heard a bit of small-talk from out there, and then I suddenly saw Sandie's face in the doorway.  -  Well, mr. pornographer, how are things going? she said with a smile. 

	- Well, I'm happy I read Jean Genet with a French tutor, because a lot of these words are definately not in the ordinary dictionaries. But we are proceeding, and it's a fine way to work if we are ever going to meet the deadline.

	- Are the stories horny or not?

	- I'll take a copy for you when we go home. I never thought I'd share this kind of material with a good looking stranger.

	- Ah. Hannah is not that much of a stranger. You just relax and do a good job. Have a good time, - and with that she withdrew to her desk just as Hannah entered the small office with the two mugs of coffee and a big smile on her face. She walked right up to me and stood in front of my chair with her legs apart and a cup in each hand. A very open invitation. And I accepted it and let my hand slide from her knee up to her cunt. She was dripping and her lips felt all pouted. My finger slid easily between her lips and circled her clit a few times while I looked into her eyes and licked my lips.

	- Here's your coffee, John, you look as if you could need something wet.

	- Yes, I sure could.

	Hannah sat down on her chair and we took a couple of sips off our coffee, and then she said: - Well, we'd better take up where we left if we are to get something done before lunch. With that she bundled up her skirt around her waist, sat down again and then opened 3 buttons in her shirt and the front opening of her bra. God, she looked marvellous.	

	- I'm ready, she chirped, you just read.

	I started reading again, but at the same time my right hand was very busy under her skirt. She pushed her pelvis slightly forward so I had easy access to her clit and vagina, and when I started masturbating her calmly she smiled, gasped a little here and there, and all the time she was banging the keyboard.

	Suddenly she straightened up her body so she was sitting on her cunt again.  - Phew, that was close, she whispered to me. - I don't want to come yet. Take out your cock and let me see you masturbate while you look at me.

	 - You really mean that, don't you?

	- Of course I do. If we can write such a horny story we can do horny things too.

	- Sure, I said. I quickly zipped down, fished out my cock, and started playing with it while reading out about a girl who was fucked in her arse and later cleaned out when her lover pissed her through and through. Hannah's eyes grew larger and larger and the same thing happened to my uncircumsised 8-incher

	- God, I'd love to taste that one, she whispered.

	I got up and put it to her face: - but only for 15 seconds, you have got to write. For 15 wonderful seconds she grabbed it with both hands, put it into her mouth and then pulled the foreskin back so I could feel the head being bared in her hot mouth. Great. 

	I pulled out of her mouth and sat down again, still masturbating while she sometimes put her right hand to her cunt in between her writing.

	- I need to get it into you, NOW ! Very slowly I was getting desperate.

	- OK. Lower the seat of your chair.

	She was still typing when I sat down on the very low  chair. She pushed her own chair a bit to the side and whispered: - Come. Hurry. I rolled in front of the computer, and with a very ungracious but extremely effective motion, she lowered herself unto my lap in such a way, that my hungry cock disappeared up into her steaming cunt. My God, that felt super. Still keeping up the charade of translating, she made the silkiest little movements on my cock, small movements up and down, little squeezes, rotating her hips. All of it absolutely wonderful.

	I reached round with my right hand and found her clit. I started masturbating her very slowly, but increased speed and pressure gradually. In a few minutes she clamped her thighs down on my hand and used her right hand in an attempt to prevent me from making her come, but to no avail. I am rather strong, and her will was not that genuine. Suddenly her whole body was shaking. Her cunt grabbed my cock like a vice, and she almost exploded in her attempt to make her come soundless. I brought my hand up to massage her lovely little tummy. Soon she relaxed and came down from her high, and then I started masturbating her again. At this part of the story the heroine was having her nipples licked and bitten by a big German shepherd. So my left hand copied the dog's movements on the heroines breasts while my right was busy masturbating Hannah. And dutifully she orgasmed again - and again. Just before her fourth come she raised herself off my stiff cock.

	- Now do your own typing, you horny bastard. With that she slid to the floor in front of me, and while I both read out the text and wrote it into the computer Hannah gave me the most satisfying blowjob of my life. Not that I was ever that crazy for being sucked off, but she could really do it - with one hand round my cock and a finger from the other creating chaos in my arse. 

	Just as I had started coming Sandie's voice came through the half open door: - Are you two about ready for some lunch? I sputtered and coughed a little to hide my excitement, and while Hannah quickly got to her feet I cried: - Yeah. I think we are both ready for a break.

	We both managed to look decent when Sandie came into our room. - Alexander must be crazy today. He just offered to take us out for lunch instead of having a take-out lunch brought here. I don't know what came into his head, but I think we should accept.

	- Sure, said Hannah. I'll just make a back-up on diskettes - it's just a minute, and then we'll go.

	- Remember a copy for me, laughed Sandie.

	- Beware of them, warned Hannah.

	- Oh, what's the matter. Did they do something to you?

	- You could say that, Hannah smiled. You just wait.


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THE CURE  (MMF)

       by  Spiller

Chapter 1.

	Often through our twenty years of marriage I have bitterly regretted that
I ever fell in love with my wife - and that my love/hate emotions towards her
still contain that element of love. If not , I'd have moved out the moment the
kids left home to fend for themselves.

	You may have guessed, that our sex-life is the BIG problem. Strangely
enough she has always loved sex if it's done on her conditions: She on her
back with closed eyes, legs slightly spread, five or ten minutes of 'handwork'
and then when she says 'umph' a vigorous fucking with me on top until she
comes with a little muffled scream, and then for me hopefully to get finished
within half a minute or so.  Anything else, and I mean ANYthing, is absolutely
'no,no', because it is dirty, perverted, no NICE people do it, etc.

	Lonnie was brought up by her very religious mother. Her father was
killed when she was only a year and a half old, and I feel sure, that the old hag
secretly was happy about that, as she could collect a handsome monthly
pension, she had social status being an officer's widow and single mother,
and she was relieved of the tedious business of sex.

	In this atmosphere Lonnie was indoctrinated with a distaste towards
anything sex-related. It was the burden of  "fine women", and she'd have to
endure but never enjoy. And if on rare occasions she'd feel lust she would
have to do her best to hide it and ask God's forgiveness later.

	When my 45th birthday was coming around I had more or less given up
on her. I realised, that since she had lived 42 years and still adamantly refused
to talk about our relationship, the chances of a change were minimal.  For the
last 6 months we hadn't had any sex at all, because I had grown sick and
dead tired of her attitude, and as long as I didn't initiate any sex she was
happy, and nothing would happen.

	I decided to give it one last try before I left her, and I booked a session
with dr. Winther, a well known local psychologist, to see if he could give me
some advice. A marriage counsellor was completely out of the question as
Lonnie wouldn't dream of going.  I poured out all my thoughts to dr. Winther,
and waited full of hope for him to turn up with some good advice, and it was a
true 'downer' when he said:

	- Mr. Alcott. I'm sad to say there is not much hope that the situation can
be changed. I might call in your wife for some talks, but her condition is so
well rooted in her mind, that all you'd get out of it was a heavy bill and status
quo. I have tried something similar a few times, and sad to admit: I have
failed.

	I'm sure he could read my disappointment on my face long before I
reacted to his answer.

	- The only possible solution would be to sort of bypass her upbringing.
Hypnosis is a possibility, but that is not my line. Can I rely on your discretion?

	- Of course. I wouldn't bite a helping hand, would I?

	- You see, the problem is that I can get into serious trouble if I
recommend some unqualified person to you. It's considered professionally
unethical, and if I told you that dr. Arthwell might help you I should violate
that rule. Dr. Arthwell is not a psychologist. He's a medical doctor with a
special training in hypnosis, and I know that he has had some satisfactory
results.

	- I'd never tell anybody, if you told me so.

	- OK, Mr. Alcott. I'm sorry I could not help you, and I shall not bill you
for this short session. But please let me know, if you obtain results. You
know, just to satisfy my curiosity.

	- I shall, dr. Winther. And thank you for your understanding.

Chapter 2.
 
           I found dr. Arthwell in the yellow pages, and a week later I was
scheduled for an interview in his clinic.

	Well, Mr. - he looked down on his calendar - Mr. Alcott. What can I do
for you?

	- That is a question I ask myself. You see, I come here on the advice of
one of your colleagues.

	- Oh, I say. That doesn't happen too often. And on whose advice, if I
may ask?

	- Dr. Winther suggested, that you may help me.

	And then I poured out my heart's trouble over the next five minutes,
while dr. Arthwell was listening intensely.

	- I see why dr. Winther has declined you. And why he thinks I can help
you. By the way I'll have to make this a short summary of the possibilities,
because my next patient is scheduled in 15 minutes.

	- I'll listen.

	In short he told me that dr. Winther was right. Lonnie's condition was
so deep-rooted, that chances of therapy bringing her out of it were sparse. If
she herself felt anger towards her mother and was unhappy about her present
situation, help might be had from psychotherapy. But alas. Under the
influence of hypnosis it might be possible to block out some of her
inhibitions for certain periods of time, and then we might hope for her natural
sexiness to take over. To that end I must be prepared for a period of turmoil
as Lonnie might feel very much in doubt about herself, and when her
transformation began she'd need all my support.

	- There are a few risks to this procedure, and you'll have to consider
them seriously.

	- Yes?

	- Hypnosis is not like an operation. We may have results spanning from
a slightly bettered condition, to something you wished for, or even further to a
behaviour you didn't expect and may not like.

	- What do you mean?

	- Your wife may shed more inhibitions than you imagine, or she may
only shed a few. And she may shed just the amount you want.

	- In plain English?

	- She may get more horny, than you can handle.

	- I'll take that risk.

	- And the second problem is getting her here at all. Does she have a
medical condition that troubles her and that might bring her here?

	- She is a bit troubled by headaches that hit her at the most
inconvenient times.

	- OK. Next time she has one tell her that you have heard of me, and that
I have helped a lot of people with hypnotherapy.

	- That's a fine idea.

	- And then be prepared for a rather steep bill. It takes time, and I'm
running a risk doing unqualified therapy, and I have to calculate that risk into
my prices.

	- I don't wonder. Well, I can afford it, and if it helps it will be worth it. At
least it's my last try at saving my marriage.

	- OK, mr. Alcott. You call my office and book a session when you have
convinced your wife, that she needs treatment.

Chapter 3.

	I left dr. Arthwell's office feeling much better and with a tinge of hope.
And luck was following me, as Lonnie was struck by a severe headache right
after supper that evening. This gave me the opportunity to bring up the
subject of hypnotherapy. Her condition being that pills only brought her a
minor relief from her pains, she was in a receptive mood and asked:

	- Do you really think it helps?

	- I don't know for sure, but I read an article somewhere, that after a few
treatments a lot of people felt much better, and quite a few were cured.

	- That sounds too good to be true.

	- I'll see what I can find out, dear. You go to bed and let's see if a good
night's sleep will make you better.

	Friday when I got home from work a bit early, I told her that I'd found a
doctor who might help her. I told her that dr. Arthwell was a medical doctor
and that he only used hypnotherapy on rare cases.

	- Did you talk to him?

	- Yes. I told him that your headaches come and go randomly, and that
we have not been able to trace the reason. It's not food or stress or anything
like it.

	- No, I really don't know what causes it.

	- He didn't promise a complete cure, but he'd work on you a few times,
and then he said, that maybe some of the modern painkillers might help you
better.

	- Well, I'll give it a thought. You didn't book a consultation, did you?

	- Actually I did. I booked you for an appointment next Friday afternoon,
but he told me I could cancel it, if I called Monday morning.

	Over the weekend she had another headache, and the cancellation was
not brought up again. I could hardly wait for Friday to come.

Chapter 4.

	- Hello, Ms. Alcott. And welcome. Your husband briefed me shortly on
your problems with headache, but I'd rather you told me yourself.

	- Well, yes. These bad headaches hit me right out of the blue.
Sometimes not so bad, and at other times violently uncomfortable - and my
painkillers only dull the pain, they can't make it disappear.

	- And you can't see a pattern of some kind?

	- Absolutely not. It can be a fine day, a bad day or just your run of the
mill day. Morning, noon and night. What I have eaten has no influence. I'm
really without a clue.

	- Seems to me, you MAY have a mix of conditions, that sometimes work
together, and sometimes don't. Before you leave, my nurse will measure your
bloodpressure and take a few blood samples for further analysis. The tests
are used for help with the diagnoses and for finding the right medication. For
now I want to feel your neck and the top of your spine. Will you please go
behind the screen and take off your coat and blouse and put on the white
housecoat instead?

	- Yes.

	When she returned in the white coat dr. Arthwell placed her on a stool
with her arms on the couch and her head resting on her hands. As he pulled
the coat off her shoulders he could not help admiring what he saw. She might
be quite an old girl, but her shape and muscletone were magnificent.

	- Now, Ms. Alcott. I want you to relax as much as you are able to.

	- Mmm. I shall.

	From the other side of the couch he stretched out his hands to let his
thumbs slide up and down the muscles supporting her spine and neck, softly
at first but firmer and firmer as time went by.

	- Ms. Alcot. You are both right and wrong about the stress-factor. You
don't have any of the usual muscle infiltrations normally accompanying
stress, but try to feel this.  He applied a stronger and more pointed pressure
on the side of her neck, and Lonnie responded with a surprised: - Ouch.

	- You see. These small knots are the remnants of earlier infiltrations,
and they are rather deep-set. The same way the reason for them may very well
be set deep in your subconsious mind, as the reasons may be 5-10-15 years
old.

	- That sounds reasonable.

	He lifted the housecoat back on her shoulders and told her to get
dressed again. When she returned from behind the screen he was sitting
behind his desk, and he offered her to sit down again.

	- Ms. Alcott. I think my first analysis of your symptoms was right. Your
condition is a combination of a medical and a psychological condition, or
rather the remnants of a psychological condition. When I get the results of the
bloodtests next week, I can give you a more precise medication. For today I'd
like to bring you into a very light hypnotic trance so I can induce some
relaxing procedures to last for the weekend. And then on Tuesday I want to
see you again. And I want you to keep a record of your headaches until
Tuesday at - say - three o'clock?

	- Yes, dr. Arthwell, I'll keep a record all right, but I'm not sure I am that
easy to hypnotise.

	- Oh, never fear, Ms. Alcott. Please lay down on the couch, make
yourself as comfortable as possible and then close your eyes. I'll be with you
in a minute when I have put down this to your journal.

	He sat down beside the couch and started the usual preliminaries of
hypnosis. Actually she was quite easy, and soon he had her in the light
trance. He had decided, that it was important to build up a trusting
relationship with Ms. Alcott, so he stayed off the sex-business this first time.
He induced a couple of code-words in her mind and then called her back.

	She opened her eyes and looked at him questioningly.

	- I think I can remember all you said. It was not at all that strange.

	- No, of course not, Ms. Alcott. I'll tell you, what I have done. First of all
I have given you two words. One, you do not need to know, that is just a small
code-word to make it easier to hypnotise you next time.

	- And the other?

	- It is just the words "relax,dear".

	- And what about them?

	- For the days up till our next session, I want you to find half an hour
around noon, where you will not be disturbed. On your way home I want you
to buy one of these rectangular Japanese pillows. They are rather hard, and
you place them under your neck. (He showed her where.) Then you close your
eyes and when your breathing has become slow and relaxed you say: "Relax,
dear" to yourself. You'll fall asleep immediately and then wake up half an hour
later - very relaxed.

	- Is that all?

 	- No, no. If you feel an oncoming headache you use the same
procedure. If you can claim a room in your house as kind of a 'headache
laboratory' it will make everything easier and better.

	- That shouldn't be a problem. We have plenty of rooms.

	- Good, Ms. Alcott. And then the last instruction before we are finished:
Will you please tell your husband to call me late this afternoon? If we are
going to have good results his co-operation is imperative, concerning peace
and time for you to follow the cure. And I'd like to tell him myself how he is
going to help you.

	- I shall, dr. Arthwell. And thank you for now. It has been most
encouraging, and you have given me a bit of hope that I can find a better way
to live with my condition.

	- Good bye, Ms. Alcott. And please stop at my nurse's office on your
right hand when you leave here. She'll be ready to take the necessary tests.

Chapter 5.

	I called Dr. Arthwell late that afternoon, and he told me what had
happened at Lonnie's consultation. Also the need to stall the sex-therapy till
next week. He then sent a tape of the consultation to my office, which is why I
know what happened.

	Lonnie was quite enthusiastic when she came home with her Japanese
pillow under her arm. She had ordered a new bed with a hard mattress and
short legs, and when it was delivered around 5.30 it was put into the former
nursery. By evening she had turned this room into her 'headache-workshop',
and most likely she was happy to have a 'legal' place to bed down instead of
our bedroom.  And actually I was happy too.

	By Tuesday she had only had one severe headache and two minor ones
which were cured without medicine. So she left for Dr. Arthwell full of
enthusiasm and in good spirits.

	I didn't get any tape of the Tuesday session, but a call from his office to
mine.

	- Alcott speaking.

	- This is Dr. Arthwell. Hello.

	- Hello, Dr. Arthwell. How was today's session?

	- Very well, indeed. I'm sure I have won your wife's trust, and not only
is she going to get better headache-wise, but I have installed the first sexual
block in her mind.

	- Sounds interesting.

	- Well, listen carefully, because it is important these first 5 or 6 weeks
that you do not press your luck - and that you report back to me fuck by fuck.

	- Sure, I'm listening - Oh, am I listening.

	- Your wife has been conditioned with some movements. Whenever for
the next week she feels a headache coming up she'll ask you for a massage of
her forehead. And you'll follow her to her new bed. When she is stretched out
on her back you'll wave your right hand in front of her eyes and then snap
your fingers. Your sign that the conditioning is working, will be that she feels
hot and sits up again to remove all her clothes.  Then you will rub her
forehead for a few minutes, and then you can freely play with her tits, her
belly and her cunt. BUT DO NOT FUCK HER ! Not yet. And make sure that she
doesn't orgasm - yet. You can touch her and masturbate yourself for all you
want. When you are finished you just cover her up with the bedsheet and
leave the room till she wakes up again and comes out into your livingroom. 
Are you sure you understand this?

	- Yes, I'm definitely sure. And I shall be careful not to be carried away.

	When I got home from the office Lonnie was there, doing household
chores with a smile and humming as she did.

	- You seem to be in a good mood. Did you have a nice session with Dr.
Arthwell?

	- Oh, yes. I think that man is a wizard. I got some new pills to try out,
and then he told me to persuade you to help me in some situations.

	- Well, if you tell me which, I may tell you 'yes' or 'no'.

	- He thinks painkillers should only be the last resort. He wants you to
massage my forehead if I feel a headache coming on. Could you do that for
me?

	- I really don't know. I wouldn't know how to do it, and I'm not sure I
want to do it.

	- Oh, please Peter. I'll show you how, and you should be such a great
help to me.

	So Lonnie taught me and I waited.
	
Chapter 6.

	Wednesday evening she told me she could feel a headache coming up,
and would I please give her a massage?

	Everything worked as planned. The fingersnapping worked perfectly,
and for the first time in many years I saw her naked body by the light of the
bedside lamp. Actually the years had been good to her body and she looked
quite inviting lying there on her back. I nearly forgot to give her the massage
first, but I definitely enjoyed her tits, her belly and her cunt ! And she did too.
Just a minute of touching had her clit stand out, and she voluntarily spread
her legs to give me access to her slit. A minute more and she was dripping
wet!  That resulted in my first satisfactory wank for years, where Lonni was
the object of my fantasies and my reality. WOW. And thank you Dr. Arthwell ! !

	Half an hour later she returned to our livingroom wearing her
housecoat plus a smile on her face.

	- Hi, again. So soon?

	- Oh, yes. And thank you SO much for your help. You see, the headache
didn't develop, thanks to your help, and I feel a whole lot better.

	- Yes, you look like it. But it's also thanks to Dr. Arthwell.

	- Oh, sure. Isn't he clever? He predicted all of this, you know.

	- No, I don't know. Tell me.

	- He said, that if you would help me with the massage I could avoid the
headache. And the only price I'd pay was, that I'd feel hot all over. But then I
should not feel bad about it. After all you ARE my husband.

	- That's right.

	- Well, thank you, anyway. And now I'm going to have a cool shower,
and then I'm off to bed.

	I'll come up later, dear.

	I stayed in the livingroom for another hour contemplating this very
positive turn of events. Then I had a shower too, and off to bed beside Lonnie
who was splayed out on her back in a thin night-gown I had not seen for
years.

	That was pretty much the events of Friday and Sunday nights too plus
a Saturday afternoon where I almost lost my head and was close to jumping
her bones.

Chapter 7.

	Tuesday afternoon on the phone: - Hello, Mr. Alcott. And how are you
proceeding?

	- Things have improved considerably, I'll have to say.

	- And this week will be even better. Ready for your instructions?

	I was allowed to put my cock into her vagina for the next week. No hard
fucking, though. Only slow movements. And right before I was ready to come
I should pull out and sit in a chair beside the bed to watch a show.

	- And be careful not to weigh her down with your body. She may snap
out of her trance if she feels enclosed.

	Lonnie was happy and active when I came home. We went to bed
around half past ten, and I had given up any sex for that evening. But at 11
she woke me up.

	- Peter. I'm so sorry to wake you up. Couldn't you be a dear and give
me a massage?

	- What? At this time of the night?

	- I know, dear. And I feel so sorry for disturbing you. But it helps me so
much.

	I feigned reluctance, but of course I gave in, and we trotted of to the
'headache-laboratory'.

	Same procedure - only this time, when she was dripping wet from my
manipulating her clitoris, I climbed on the bed, and willingly she spread her
legs. God, it was delicious to have my cock back in a hot, wet pussy. Actually
I had been without for so long, that it only took me two minutes of heavenly
slow fucking till I reached the point of return. I pulled out and sat down in the
chair waiting. 

	Lonni shocked me when she started to groan, and her right hand
moved down across her belly, through her black bush, and her middle finger
separated her cuntlips to allow her to masturbate her clit, slowly and
deliciously. I was watching in awe, and soon I was stroking my very stiff cock
in tune with her masturbation, and we exploded simultaneously, four feet
apart!

	I covered her up, cleaned up in the bathroom, and returned to my bed.
Not a word was mentioned next day, but for the whole week the pattern
seemed to be for her to get a premonition of a headache late in the evening,
and for three more nights I dipped my cock in her cunt which seemed to
become more and more willing.

	Waiting for Lonnies next step upwards wasn't that easy.  But definitely
my cock was feeling a lot better, just like Lonnie was, judging from the look
on her face. She was smiling a lot more, she was a  hell of a lot kinder around
the house, and her headaches seemed to stay at the premonition-stage.

	Next Tuesday, when I knew she was at Dr. Arthwell's, the personal
phone on my desk rang.

	- This is Dr. Arthwell. Can you give me a few minutes where we can talk
freely?

	I sent my secretary back to her own office and said: - Now, Dr. Arthwell,
I'm all alone. What's the problem?

	- I've found a so-called block in Lonnie's subconscious mind, and I
need your help or your permission to handle the matter myself.

	- I'm listening.

	- Her resistance against admitting lust and realise that she's having a
cock pleasuring her pussy is very strong.  I will have to bring her back and
forth between two levels of trance while she is slowly fucked to orgasm
without her knowing.

	- I see.

	- So I want you to come to my office immediately to help me by fucking
Lonnie.

	- Dr. Arthwell, I can't very well leave my office now. In two or three
hours maybe, but no sooner. Can't it wait?

	- I'm afraid not. You see, I did not anticipate a block this size, so I'm
having her in a trance right now, and it is imperative that she is fucked before
I call her out of it. Otherwise we shall go back to a situation even worse than
when we started, because I should have to remove all things done up till now.

	- I'm terribly sorry, but it is absolutely impossible for me to leave now.
Over the next two hours I have two very important negotiations which can be
decisive to our company.

	- That's too bad for you, Mr. Alcott. 

	- What did you think of, when you mentioned you could handle it
yourself?

	- It's something I really don't like, Mr. Alcott, but if you give me
permission to be your substitute Lonnie will never know, and this is strictly
professional. You have no reason for jealousy.	

	My head was spinning. For sure I didn't want him to fuck Lonnie, but
on the other hand I didn't want to miss my wet pussy again.

	- Can you make her believe that she has been fucked by me, if she
needs to know at all?

	- Of course. She'll never know it was I who removed that block.

	Reluctantly I gave him my permission, but without feeling too sure
about it. I had a bit of a hard time concentrating at my meetings. Images of Dr.
Arthwell fucking my wife kept forming to my inner eye, but fortunately I was
able to end up the negotiations with an extremely favourable deal. In the
afternoon my secretary brought coffee to my desk and I had time to consider
what had happened in the morning. If Lonnie didn't know what had happened
it should be up to me to digest it. And strangely enough that went a lot faster
than I should have imagined. Actually the idea itself was quite erotic, and I
was very surprised to realise that I was getting a hardon at the thought.

	By three Dr. Arthwell called me on the private line. He informed me, that
everything had gone as planned. He told me, he had conditioned her to
become horny at 10 o'clock this evening. When she heard our 'grandfather's
clock' strike 10 she would go into a mild trance and invite me to go to bed.
He wanted to be sure, that I knew she was still in a trance, and that I should
not fuck her hard and vigorously. A slow and loving fuck would be the thing,
and Lonnie would be conditioned to reach an orgasm very easily. I was
allowed to come in her cunt and to enjoy how horny she could become. 

	- She has still got her inhibitions towards oral sex, so please do not try
anything of the kind. And give me a call tomorrow morning and report to me.
That is important at the present stage.

	- And how did Lonnie react to your fucking her?

	- As part of her treatment her reactions were very satisfactory. You have
no reason for concern.

chapter 8.

	Well. Ten o'clock had me on tenderhooks. Lonnie's eyes glazed over
and she rose to ask me: 

	- Well, dear. Isn't it time to go to bed?

	- Are you tired, dear?

	- No, I shouldn't say that. But I'd like to get you to bed BEFORE we are
too tired.

	- You are making me curious.

	- I would like ever so much to have you fill up a void for me.

	- If I can I'll gladly do that for you. What do you have in mind?

	- If we are too tired that fine cock of yours will not be up to its best, and
that's what my little wet void wants, dear.

	I almost had a heart attack. Never ever had she said anything remotely
like it. My cock showed a lot of co-operation and stood at attention
immediately.

	- Oh, I see you are not too tired, dear. Let's go, shall we?

	She took my hand, then she put her other arm round my waist, and led
me upstairs. She pushed me down on the bed and proceeded to undress me.
When I was naked she undressed with a hint of a stripteaseshow in her
movements. God, she still had a beautiful body. She climbed on the bed and
pressed her soft skin against mine and kissed me with passion. Heaven
descended on our bed when she took my hand and led it down to her dark,
furry triangle and whispered: - Feel how wet I am. I am so ready for you. Will
you please make love to me? I need you right now.

	Evidently she had no need for an extended foreplay, and slowly and
lovingly I rolled over and lay down on top of her. Smiling she spread her slim
thighs and raised her head to kiss me while she grabbed my cock and
directed it to the entrance of her cunt.

	- Give it to me now, she whispered.

	She was so wet and hot. I slid all the way into her in one long
mindshattering movement. She showered my cock with juice and began small
rocking movements of her hips which made the tip of my cock push up and
down on her cervix. I started a slow, deliberate movement in and out of her
cunt. All the way out till only the head was buried between her lips, and then a
long, slow slide till my pubic hairs were tickling her clitoris.

	- Mmm. This is so wonderful. I love you so much Peter. Oh, my God it is
so good. 

	I had never heard her use Gods name for anything but prayers, but I
sure liked it.

	- You are gorgeous, dear. I love to see your breasts move when I push
into you.

	Goddamn-it she smiled and said:  - Then push again and see them
jiggle!

	- You are so pretty, and I love you, Lonnie.

	- And your cock is so perfectly long that I'm going to come in a very
short time.

	By now she was breathing in short gasps and her thighs clasped firmly
round my hips. She kept raising her ass from the mattress to meet my thrusts,
and suddenly for the first time in our long marriage she let out a deep groan,
which a little later turned into a yell: - Oh, my God. I'm coming. It's so
wonderful to have your cock in me. I'm coming Peter, aaaarrrhhh, so
wonderful, ooohhhh. Put it all the way into me, love. I'M COMING, I'M
COMING.

	Her cunt started contracting in a series of short and fast spasms, and I
felt as if I poured my brain down my spine, out through my cock and into her
dripping, contracting cunt. Her yelling had stopped, but she clasped her legs
round my body to keep my cock buried in her, and her arms folded round me.
She kissed me and made little cooing sounds deep in her throat, and in only
three or four minutes she was sound asleep, and her legs fell down from my
body, her arms were splayed out on the bedsheet, and her breathing became
slow and regular.

	That night, at 10.48 I couldn't very well have cared less, that Dr.
Arthwell had fucked her earlier in the day. If that was what it took to transform
her into the woman I had just made love to, it was OK with me !

	Next morning I called dr. Arthwell to report. If he was not satisfied with
my explanations he'd pose a few questions. 

	- Very well, Mr. Alcott. Up till now the treatment has been satisfactory,
and it is up to you to continue. Remember, she is still under hypnosis when
she seems to be so loving and ready to fuck. But you'd want her to be so
without the hypnosis, wouldn't you?

	- Of course Dr. Arthwell. It's a wonderful change, but it is not real,
really.

	- You are quite right. Now listen. It is important, that you make love to
her every night till next Tuesday. Do you think you can live up to it, or do you
want me to prescribe you some Viagra?

	- I don't think I'll have any trouble.

	- You don't think. But I ask you: Are you sure?

	- Nobody can be.

	- That is a very sensible remark. Shows that your sense of reality is
working. I have better write out that prescription, just in case. I'll send it to
your office today, so you can pick it up at any drugstore you want. And by the
way: Keep your calendar free next Tuesday in case I need you. Lonnie is
scheduled for 10 to ten-thirty.

	- OK. I'll try to keep it open. And thank you, Dr. Arthwell.

	- Goodbye, then.

	Over the week Lonnie progressed by her own accord so I almost forgot
that she was still under hypnosis. When the clock struck ten Monday night
there was nothing demure about her. Her eyes glazed over all right, but she
stood up, turned towards me and lifted up her skirt, showing that she was
wearing not panties, and asked me:

	- My dear, I think you have got a nice little gift for this nice little pussy,
haven't you?

	For a second I wondered how she could have prepared to shock me by
wearing no panties. She was not hypnotised when she made that decision, or
was she?

	In our bedroom she proceeded showing off. A veritable stripshow was
taking place, and she was vocal at that. Beyond imagination.

	- I think I have better take off this shirt. I know how you like to see my
tits juggle, don't you?  Ohhh, no, that is when you fuck me you like to watch
them, you naughty man. Off went the shirt. No bra ! (wondering again!) She
stretched out her arms and moved her shoulders like a burlesque dancer and
her beautiful tits with the upturned nipples jiggled right in front of my nose.

	- I'm getting so hot under my skirt. Do you think you could help me
taking it off? I think my little pussy needs a bit of air to cool off.

	Of course I helped her - and that was it, shirt and skirt off and she was
naked. She sat down on the bed and said: - Now I want to see you strip for
me. Maybe you have something for me under all those clothes.

	Really, I'm not that much of a dancer, and I know I should have looked
ridiculous had I tried to put up a show. But I stripped all right and Lonnie let
out a deep sigh when I pulled down my boxershorts and my cock slapped
back and hit my stomach. She let herself fall back across the bed with her
legs still on the floor and her ass close to the edge.

	- Look, my love. Have you got a present for my little pussy?

	- Certainly, my dear. Do you want it now, little pussy.

	- Right inside me, and as fast as possible.

	Unfortunately our bed is of the wrong hight. Kneeling my cock could
not reach her pussy, and standing on my feet her cunt was way under my
cock and the position was very strenuous. I gave up and proceeded to lift her
legs and try to turn her the ninety degrees I needed. But again she shocked
me:

	- Oh, no. I want to lie like this. But I think the Japanese bed in the
'headache laboratory' is of the proper hight.

	She rose, took my hand and led the way, wilfully jiggling her tits and
ass obscenely. She immediately took up the same position, spread her legs
wide to show her furry black bush and the pink, wet lips hidden in it.

	- And now I want you to kneel and fuck me good and everlasting. My
little void feels so wet and empty.

	My cock was hard as steel, and it slipped easily into Lonnie. And the
hight of the bed was perfect. My cock would slide along to top of her vagina,
passing her G-spot and pushing its way against and past her cervix to hit
bottom when it was buried to the hilt. After some minutes of this wonderful
slow fucking Lonnie was breathing hard, and suddenly she opened her eyes
again and looked at me.

	- If you want to see my tits jiggle you'll have to fuck me a little harder,
dear. And I shall love you for it.

	Her smile and her eyes were igniting me something fierce, and for the
next two minutes I was constantly accelerating speed or power. Her beautiful
tits were jumping around on her ribcage, she had long passed the point of
moaning. When I was getting close she was yelling out loud, her belly was
contracting in orgasm after orgasm, and when I came myself - pumping hot
sperm up her juicy cunt, she screamed:  OOHHH, YESSS, YESSS, MY GOD, IT
IS WONDERFUL.  FILL UP MY VOID. DO IT. FILL ME. FUCK ME.  I THINK I'M
DYYYIIIIIINNNNGG.

	After much kissing and fondling we returned to our bedroom where
Lonnie just stretched out on her back and was sound asleep a few minutes
later. So was I, and my last thoughts concerned themselves with what to
expect from Tuesday.

chapter 9.

	The expected call from Dr. Arthwell reached me by 3 in the afternoon. 
He didn't quite like my report of events these past seven days. He expressed some 
uncertainty as to the conditioning of Lonnie.
	
- Actually, mr. Alcott, I think she went a bit farther in her lovemaking than I 
had hypnotised her for.

	- Well, I'm definitely not sorry, that she did.

	- I can see that. But ... eh ... she IS showing a bit more initiative than 
expected. We shall see.

	- Have you got any instructions for me before I go home?

	- Yes I have. You see, we are nearing the point where we want Lonnie to take 
over by herself, but as you have expressed high interest in oral sex - especially 
that you want her to enjoy being licked out, I have chosen to instruct her that way.

	- And since you didn't call for my assistance I can assume that you "handled 
the problem yourself"? Like you did last week.

	- Yes, I have to admit to that. I thought that since you didn't object last 
week you should not be offended by a much lesser invasion on your private territory.

	- Well, you are partly right. Though I must say you should have called and asked 
for permission first.

	- I should. Sorry. But these are the instructions. Lonnie revealed some distaste 
about her private parts; they were `unclean' etc.  For four days over the next week 
she'll have an urge to 
shower just before you return from your office - beginning today. She will have trimmed 
her bush slightly, and when you enter the door she will want to make love to you. 
You'll have to play it by ear from there on, but in some way or other she will express 
a lust for you to go down on her. And you do just that.

	- Yes, I shall do that, Dr. Arthwell. But then I want to be present at your last consultation with Lonnie next Tuesday !

	- Very well, Mr. Alcott. I'll call your office on Monday to hear your report and 
then we can arrange for your presence on Tuesday.

	- All right. Good bye.

	- Good bye, Mr. Alcott.

Chapter 10.
	
	I could hardly wait to get home from the office. But of course it should not do 
to arrive earlier than usual.

	The house was wonderfully cool and felt empty just when I entered, but as I 
closed the door and fetched a cold coke in the fridge I heard Lonnie's voice from 
the bathroom:

	- Is that you, dear?

	- Yeah. Just came in.

	- Please lock the doors, dear. I do not want to be disturbed. I'm on my way 
to the livingroom.

	I locked the doors and entered the livingroom. God, what a sight that met me. 
Lonnie was half reclining in the sofa, dressed in an ultrathin negligee, one leg up 
on the sofa, the other on the floor, giving me a perfect view of her black pussy. 
Arthwell had been right. She evidently had trimmed her bush, and spread out like 
that she looked vulgar and horny, her cuntlips spread by her position so I could watch everything, even have a peek just a little millimetre into her pink vagina. And 
glistening it was.

	- Welcome home, dear. Had a hard day?

	- Well, a bit, love. But I get all awake again the way you look.	

	- That's lovely.  She lifted up the negligee. Because I've got something here 
that has waiting for you to come home for the last hour.

	- I can hardly wait to feel it round my cock. You look so inviting, more so 
than any other woman I can imagine.

	- Then come over here. I want you to take a closer look. Do you notice any change?

	- Oh, yes, I certainly do. You must have trimmed off some of your bush.

	- Yes. When I took a shower I felt up myself, and I thought we might both like 
it with a bit less hair.

	- You are delicious to look at.

	- Are you sure I didn't cut off too much?

	- Not at all. You might very well have taken off more, and I'd have loved it.

	- I didn't dare go closer, but I have a pair of scissors here - be my guest and 
cut all to your heart's delight.

	She handed me a pair I hadn't noticed before, but evidently she had put it on 
the low table to be ready. When she had handed me the scissors she turned in the sofa, 
slid down a little bit and lifted both feet up and spread her thighs as wide as they 
went. She sent me a lewd smile and with her left hand she grasped her abundant bush 
and shook it.

	- Feel free, you lovely naughty man.

	To say I was surprised at her sudden openness is a wild understatement. This 
was way beyond my wildest imaginations.  My hands were shaking with lust at the sight, 
and I started trimming her till her hairs were very short. All the time - and I 
really took my time - I touched her cunt as much as possible and in various ways 
while trimming small bits of hair all the time. Lonnie was getting more and more wet, 
and in the middle of the trimming I had to take off my trousers and shorts because my 
hard cock was hurting in its confinement. When I had finished the trimming I went to 
the bathroom to get a wet rag to clean off all the small hairs. When I had dried her 
off she panted:

	- I'm afraid there are a few hairs inside it. Can't you clean them out with 
your tongue?

	I could not believe my own ears. I licked her lips for a little while, and 
then I felt her spread her legs a little further as if she was crazy to have me lick 
her vagina. My hands cupped her smooth ass, lifted her cunt closer to my mouth, and 
then I started teasing that delicious cunt. I pressed my tongue into her cunt, fucked 
it with small pushes in and out, and then I curled it up and around her clit. Lonnie 
started humping my face, and when I sucked her clit in between my lips and let my 
tongue slash it as fast as I could, she started screaming.

	- Oh, my God. It's so perverted and so wonderful, she panted. This is the best 
I've ever tried. Oh, you horny bastard. You are making me come. You are sucking my 
cunt and I'm going to come ! !  Yes, YES, OOHHH YES. It's so wild. I'm coming on your
 mouth. I AM ! !  I'M COMING, COMING ,  GRRRR, 
OH NOOOO, YESSSS,  AARRRHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

	Her body went all soft. Her legs fell down, first on my shoulders and then her 
thighs slid down my sides till her feet rested on the floor again. Her eyes were 
closed 
for a minute or two. Then she opened them and looked lovingly into mine.

	- I didn't even long for that. But my God it was wonderful. But now you have to 
fill my 
little void like I dreamed of before you came home.

	I pulled a cushion off the armchair to kneel on, and now my cock was right in 
front of her wet cunt. 

	- You take it then and guide it to your cunt.

	She did just that. I pushed the head of my cock into her. She was so wet. It 
felt like the walls of her cunt were quivering with electricity. As I pushed all 
the way into her I felt my cock brush her cervix and hit the bottom of her silken 
cunt, and Lonnie let out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

	- Oh, my love. That is so wonderful. I'm all alive inside. God, you fill me 
up so wonderful.

	- And your wet cunt is gorgeous the way it wraps round my cock.

	- Aaahhhhh. It's like walking in the desert and then get a drink of cold 
water. Oh, you are great, Peter. Now fuck me, please. Won't you? Please, Peter, 
fuck me, fuck me.

	My mind was reeling as I pounded my stiff cock into her. She was wriggling 
her hips up and down, the sound of my pelvic bone smashing into her wet cunt was 
exhilarating. Lonnie was just growling and mewing by now. Not an intelligent word 
came out of her, but she was uttering sounds louder and louder. This time she did 
not explode at all. She just started orgasming, her belly rippling with her 
contractions, her pretty tits jumping on her chest, and she just came and came, 
yelling louder.  AAAHHHHHHHH, NNOOOOO, OOOOHHHHHHHHHHH, FUCK ME, MOOOOOORREEEE,   
YESSSSSS,  I'M COMING, COMING COMING.

	I exploded. It was like molten lead pouring out of my spine and my cock into 
her contracting cunt. I yelled too. I screamed. My cock grew to maximum length and 
thickness and just pumped sperm into her.

	Collapsing on the cushion between her open legs my cock plopped out of her. 
The sight of her red, wet pussy leaking my white sperm was lovely. And I could not
 believe how great a fuck she had been. Completely fucked out we stayed like that 
for a couple of minutes Then I felt her move, trying to sit up in the sofa. She 
looked down at me. Her eyes were wide open.

	- What are we doing here? and what happened to the hairs down there?

	I remembered Dr. Arthwell's order to play it by ear.

	- I trimmed them for you, so you can wear one of these new bathing suits.

	- Oh, yes. That's fine. It looks all right.

	She moved her leg over me and rose from the sofa.

	- I'm just going to have a shower, dear, and then I'll make supper. Why don't 
you have a swim in the pool? You can take a beer out on the terrace for us, and 
I'll join you in a minute.

	Apparently she had forgotten most of what had happened. But never ever had 
I had such a wonderful fuck, not with any woman, and definitely not with Lonnie.

Chapter 11.

	Twice more that week and then again Monday afternoon she would be in the sofa 
when I came home, and three more wonderfull fucks we had! More or less following the 
same pattern, only Monday I could not help trying to let my tongue wander from her 
cunthole down to her ass. But she'd have nothing of that. In fact she reacted so 
violently against it, that I was afraid I had pulled her out of her hypnosis. 
Fortunately she seemed to forget the incident in a few seconds, and the rest of the 
afternoon was heaven.

	Shortly before six I told Lonnie that I had a sudden craving for a couple of 
pieces of chocolate with marzipan and fruit so I'd have to go down and fetch some 
for our evening coffee. I got the chocolate all right but I also called Dr. Arthwell 
from a phonebooth to report. He seemed very satisfied with Lonnie's behaviour even 
though she once again had been more enthusiastic than expected. And he scolded me 
a little because of my try at her asshole.

	- All right, Mr. Alcott. Lonnie is scheduled for 10 o'clock and I have reserved 
the rest of the morning. If you arrive at five after ten you can wait in my secretary's 
office, and I'll call you in when we are ready. We want to take the last runs between 
the upper two levels of trance and then bring her out of trance completely. It is 
going to be most exciting.

	- Very well, Dr. Arthwell, five past ten it is.

	- See you, Mr. Alcott.

	Dr. Arthwell's secretary was a trim little woman around fifty. She sent me a 
knowing smile, but she did not try to whip up a conversation, for which I was grateful. 
And five minutes later a buzzer on her desk sounded twice.

	- It's time for you to join Dr. Arthwell in his office. You can just walk in, 
Mr. Alcott. She sent me a charming smile and I nodded to her.

	In the office Lonnie was lying on an elevated leather bench, arms along her side 
and evidently sleeping heavily.

	- Good morning, Mr. Alcott. As you see I have brought Lonnie into a mild trance, 
and for a start I want you to undress her completely.

	- Just like that?

	- Never fear. She won't feel a thing.  And, yes, all the way.

	My hands were not all that steady when I started to undress her. After all I had 
never done that in front of another man - to tell the truth I had only done it 
partially over the last weeks - and only when she was under hypnosis. Finally I was 
pulling off her panties, and I could not help but notice that Dr. Arthwell was looking 
at her finely trimmed cunt with no long hair to hide her secrets.

	- She really trimmed her cunt that short?

	- No, but she asked me to cut her the way I wanted, and it was always my dream to 
have her pussy naked. This was as close as I dared go.

	- Fine. Looks real fine. Are you sure what we are going to do now?

	- Almost.

	- I have better repeat. Hypnosis can reach different levels of depths. For layman 
use I'll say that right now Lonnie is on the third level. She is unconscious as to what 
is happening to her and she does not remember anything. Shortly I shall bring her to the 
second level. We'll then perform different sexual acts on her, and while they are going 
on I'll bring her to level one, back to level two, etc. Get that?

	- Sure.

	- Make sure your cock is still hard when finally I bring her back to normal with 
no blocks or orders hidden in her subconscious mind.

	At this time I have to admit that the situation was really getting to me. Lonnie 
stretched out on a couch, naked, and Dr. Arthwell who had both fucked and sucked her, 
present. I'd never have thought so, but I was getting a raging hardon at the thought.

	Arthwell folded out some stirrups to place her raised knees in, and then he 
folded down the end of the couch.  The sight was lewd and vulgar with her trimmed 
cunt on display for both of us to see.

	- Now, you can choose where to begin, Mr. Alcott. You are to try out the different
 things we have done to her over the weeks. Masturbate her, lick her out and put your 
cock into her cunt.  He went up to Lonnie's head and said:

	- Ms. Alcott. I shall count to three, and you will be able to open your eyes. 
You can feel what is happening to your body, but it is only natural. It has all been 
done before. One-two-three.

	Lonnie opened her eyes and looked at me, but she said nothing. I started 
caressing her body with both hands. Her lovely tits proudly presented me with two 
swollen nipples. My hand moved down across her flat belly, and when I cupped her mound
 I could feel and see, that she was aroused. My finger slipped into her crack and she 
was very wet. I let my middle finger circle round her clit, a movement I knew she liked. 
Dr. Arthwell leaned close to her ear and said in a deep voice:

	- Ms. Alcott, when I say "body-aware" you'll raise a level, and your body will 
be fully able to enjoy what is being done to you.

	- Body-aware.

	I didn't notice right away the difference in her attitude, but shortly she started 
moving her pelvis up and down on the finger, I was masturbating her with.

	- Ms. Alcott. What is being done to your body in this state you'll be able to 
remember when you wake up, and you'll also remember the joy you derived from it.

	Lonnie nodded her head. Her eyes were half closed, but her cunt was definitely 
not. She was groaning and gyrating her hips as if she was trying to gain maximum pleasure
 out of my hand. Twice he brought her back and forth between the two levels, and then she exploded in a violent orgasm, screaming out her lust plus a lot of lewd words. 

  	She was brought back to level two, and Arthwell asked me what I wanted now? I 
told him I wanted to lick her out and he nodded. I lowered my mouth on her cunt and 
began to let my tongue run up and down her crack. Lonnie was groaning again. Then she 
let out a deep sigh and said:

	- No. No. Do it the way you did it last time I was here.

	My raging hardon made me say to Arthwell:

	- Be my guest. Only you know what you did.

	He stared at me for a second, then he took over my place. He lowered his head, 
and I stared wide-eyed as he sucked her clit into his mouth and proceeded to shake 
his head left-right-left slowly at first and then faster and faster. Lonnie on level
 one squealed and humped her cunt up and down. Arthwell could hardly keep his mouth 
on her, let alone maintain his left-right shaking. Lonnie squealed again.  - I'm 
coming. Oh, how I'm coming. Oh, you fucking shit doctor, you make me come while Peter 
is looking.  OOHHHHHHHH: WHHIIIIIIIIIII,  YESSSSSSS, YESSSSSSSS. Oh, this is great.

	Arthwell lifted his head with a questioning look in his eyes as he stared at 
Lonnie's face. She had mentioned him. That was not at all the plan.

	When Lonnie's cramps had subsided she lifted her torso to rest on her elbows 
and then she looked at us.

	- OK, let's stop this charade, she said.

	Our shock must have shown on our faces, because she laughed:

	- Yes, you two. The only time I have been under hypnosis was the very first time. 
You remember I told you I was hard to hypnotise? Well, I am. When you tried the second 
time I was acting. Your hypnosis didn't work, but I went along as I was curious as to 
what you might try on me.

	- Does that mean you have been conscious all the time these last weeks,  I asked 
her.

	- Yes, I certainly have. And I started to enjoy myself very much with the 
sex-part of it. Maybe because you went so easy on me that I got used to enjoy it.

	- But.... Arthwell stuttered.

	- Yes. I was fully awake when you fucked me. And God it was a good fuck. You were 
not very professional at that ! And when I got home I was nearly climbing the walls at 
the thought that Peter would fuck me after you had given me three orgasms with that 
fat cock of yours.

	I must have looked like something just fallen out of the sky. Lonnie laughed at 
me. Then she spread her wonderful thighs again and said:

	- Come on, now. These things HAVE all happened, and there is nothing you can do 
to undo them. He's fucked and sucked me before, and I can't wait to have you both fuck 
me now.

Chapter 12.

	Lonnie must have sensed that I was somewhat reluctant. She turned to Arthwell 
and said:

	- Can you give us 5 minutes in private? Something's got to be cleared up here.

	Arthwell left to his secretary's office, and Lonnie looked at me and said:

	- I know dear. This is a shock to you, isn't it?

	- You bet it is.

	- Well. You started it all. You wanted me to become more sexual, to open up and 
forget about my inhibitions, right?

	- I sure did. These years, and especially the last two or three, have been 
living hell, and often I have been close to leaving you.

	- I know. I also know why I have been so. When my mother died 3 years ago I 
still didn't know why, but as she disappeared more and more from my memory so did 
her upbringing. Only we had so many scars in our relationship that I could not find 
neither the words nor the courage to change it.

	- I know the feeling very well.

	- This idea about Arthwell was a godsend. When you mentioned hypnosis as part 
of the treatment I knew there was something fishy about it, but I saw it as a way 
out of our predicament.

	- And it sure worked.

	- Yes, my dear. Maybe more so than you bargained for.

	- I have to admit to that. Shall take some time for me to get used to the Lonnie 
I heard 3 minutes ago !

	- I shall have to get used to myself !  But I beg of you, dear: Please play 
along a few days more. Maybe you'll get to like the horny Lonnie you have suddenly 
got on your hands.

	I agreed to give her a chance, and my shocked but very stiff cock was not much
 of a help. I got up and went to sit in Arthwell's chair. I pulled off my trousers 
and underwear and then I said:

	- OK. Come here and sit down on my cock, and then buzz for Arthwell. He'll be 
with his secretary.

	Lonnie squealed with joy. She jumped down from the couch, came round to the 
armchair where she backed up to me, lowered herself and wrapped that juicy cunt 
around my pole. Then she leaned forward and pressed the buzzer on the desk. The 
minute Arthwell re-entered the door she leaned back, lifted her legs and spread 
her thighs widely so she could rest them on the armrests. I could hear the smile
 in her voice:

	- Come here, little doctor. There is a wet cunt here you have tasted before, 
but never with my husbands cock buried in it. Will you please lick me out again?

	- Couldn't be happier to oblige, he answered, and two seconds later he was 
on his knees repeating his performance sucking her clit and shaking his head violently.

	Lonnie almost went limp in my arms.   - God in heaven how wonderful it is. 
It's another man sucking my clit, Peter.  I'll come on his mouth again !  I WILL !  
I'M COMING, PETER. MY CUNT IS WAY OPEN AND WET.   NOOOW, YESSSSS,  suck me you little 
bastard of a doctor. You filthy backstreet quack, you are going to make me come. 
And afterwards you'll fuck me with your fat, cheating cock, won't you.

	- Yes, Arthwell panted.

	-  WEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII, OH   GOOOOOOD ,  I'M COMING AGAIN

	Her cramps nearly squeezed all blood out of my cock. I pinched her nipples, 
but that only sent yet another wave of cramps through her body. I slapped her ass 
hard and cried:

	- Get your ass off me, you're breaking my cock. Go and fuck that seedy doctor 
for all you're worth, and then fuck me afterwards, you whore.

Chapter 12.
	
	- Thank you darling, I'll never forget you for this.She started frantically 
to tear Arthwell's clothes off. When he was naked I could see why she was in the 
heat. His cock was a bit shorter than mine, but almost double the thickness. My 
prim and prissy wife threw herself on her back upon his desk. She rested her torso 
on her elbows, spread her legs invitingly and said:

	- Give me that fat cock again. I loved it when it split me up.  She turned 
her head to me and said:  - You know, that day he fucked me I nearly destroyed 
everything. It felt so wonderful that I could barely keep up the illusion that 
I was under hypnosis.

	Arthwell came closer to his desk. Lonnie stretched out her hand and took hold 
of his cock.  - Oooohhh, it's fat, she panted. Pulling him close to her cunt she 
spread her legs a little further, and suddenly Arthwell had her impaled on that fat 
piece of meat. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her ass out on the edge of the 
desk so she had to fold her legs round his ass, and then he set up a rather 
impressive speed and power. While Lonnie was screaming, grumbling, swearing - you 
name it - his was pumping incessantly in her cunt and she was lewdly rocking her 
pelvis up and down.  I was stupefied watching her. When I fucked her last time over 
half a year ago she didn't say a word until the moment she came. Then she uttered 
a small: - `Meoww'. But now I quickly lost count of all the words she was yelling, 
the more significant being `fuck' `cunt' `whore' `cock' etc.

	- Yessss, YESSS, I'M COMING AGAIN , I'M COMING. MY CUNT IS BURNING. OH, THAT 
WONDERFUL FAT COCK IS MAKING ME COME. She was shaking in her orgasm when Arthwell 
slammed his cock as far in as it would go and started pumping and groaning.

	- Oh, how you're filling me up. I can feel your hot come filling up my cunt. 
Oh, God, it's good. Oh, it's soooo good.

	Arthwell grabbed her thighs, lifted them and pushed Lonnie back on the table 
so she could rest her legs on it. At the same time his cock fell out of her cunt 
with a plop, pulling a thin trail of white come out of her pussy.

	Lonnie raised herself to rest on her elbows again. Arthwell moved out from 
between her legs, and I moved in.  She was a wonder sight right out of Wanker's 
Heaven. Sperm was seeping out of her open, battered cunt, her nipples were 
extremely prominent on her little tits, and her smile was egging me on.

	- God, you look like a whore, right there.

	- I know. Do you like my looks?

	- You are such a horny sight that I shall never forget how you look right 
now.

	- Then why don't you fuck me? I have such a sloppy cunt for you.

	God, she was incredulous !  Such a change in 6 weeks? But I had to admit I 
liked it, though it violated everything I had been brought up to believe about 
marriage. I moved in between her legs, and like Arthwell had done I pulled her by 
her thighs until her ass was on the edge of the table and then I slid my long cock 
into her. For the first six inches I felt almost no resistance. Her vagina was so 
widened by Arthwell's fat cock and his sperm was seeping out round my long slender 
one,  that she felt like a cathedral with dripping wet walls. But when I pushed 
past the resistance of her cervix and hit bottom in a hard smash that must have hurt 
up in her belly, she started screaming:

	- YEAHHH. Oh, my God, you're long, Peter. Your cock is so good when you drive 
it to the bottom of my cunt.

	- Any different from the one you just had?

	- You know it, you bastard. Don't you?

	- Yes, but say so !

	- You'll drive me crazy if you make me say so.

	- I know, you horny cow. You're thinking with your cunt right now, aren't you?

	- This is so wicked and whorish, Peter. I LOVE it ! Yes, your cock is very 
different from the one that just filled my cunt with juice.  Oh, Hell, I'm going 
to come again. NOOOOOOOOO. OH YESSS. 

	She was shivering all over with cramps.

	- If you ask nicely, maybe we can make Arthwell pinch your nipples.

	- OH YES, PLEASE ! Peter, can he pinch and bite my nipples while you fuck me?

	The sight of a stranger mauling, biting and pinching those pretty tits that 
used to be mine only, while I fucked her sloppy cunt, was bringing me close.

	- Try to squeeze that sloppy cunt a little round my cock. I'm going to come 
something fierce.

	- Oh, I'll love to feel it.  She tried to squeeze her muscles, but to no avail.

	- I've never tried that. I'll learn it, Peter. I'll learn to do it.

	- My head is spinning now, she yelled. I'M DAMN WELL COMING AGAIN. Oh, my 
cunt is tinkling all over. Spit it into me, put your sperm on top of Arthwells 
in my horny cunt.

	She was almost squealing like a pig. I felt my orgasm come rolling from the 
roots of my hair down through my body, and with a deep groan I exploded in her. 
When she felt the hot jet of my sperm she almost went into coma. She was shaking 
and bucking, and she nearly couldn't breathe. With a long, deep sigh she acted 
like a balloon you let the air out of. Her legs plumped down from my hips, and 
like a heavy unmoving heap of meat (a good-looking one!) I pushed her back in 
on the desk, while my cock unwillingly plopped out of her well used cunt.

	For a minute we were very quiet. I rested my head on her belly with my arms 
round her. When I felt her stir I raised my head and looked into her eyes.

	- I think we have better get home, Lonnie. We have a few things to talk 
about.

	- Are you coming home with me? That's great.

	- We'll get dressed, and I call the office from the secretary's phone.

	Arthwell just stood beside his desk, petrified, while we dressed. It was 
evident, that as much as he had enjoyed fucking Lonnie, he definitely didn't like 
that he had been tricked like this. And he didn't look any better when Lonnie 
smiled at him and said:

	- Not much of a treatment to bill us for, eh? Only your first session went
 according to plans.

	- I guess I'll have to admit to that.

	- And your unprofessional behaviour !

	- All right. I'll bill you 500$. Just get out of here.

	On the way out I called the office and said I wasn't coming in more for today. 
The secretary winked at me and whispered: - I hope you have left a little for me. 
Sometimes he calls me in, if he is not all pooped out.

	- Great for you, I whispered back.

	And arm in arm Lonnie and I stepped out in the sunny street on our way to ...
.. to what?   I wouldn't know.

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TO LEAVE AND TO FIND.
	By Spiller.

	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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