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A SAINT AND A WHORE. (MFm)

Chapter one.

  Some guys get lucky. And I'm one of them. I wish I could say
for true, that it was due to my intelligence, insight in the
human psyche, or any other ability of my brain. But it was sheer
luck.
  I saw her first on the day I was celebrating my 16th birthday
with some friends, and I fell like an oak to a woodcutter's axe.
A circus and a fair had set up tents in our little town, and we
went there to have some fun. It was a warm, lovely night and
suddenly there was this vision. She came walking across the
grounds with two girlfriends, laughing and giggling, and her
long, ashblonde hair was back lighted by the multicoloured
neon-signs on the circus tent. Time stopped, the loud music and
the noise disappeared, and from my bubble of total silence I
watched her for the eternity it took her to walk five steps
towards me. When she was right in front of me the noise returned
like an explosion and time returned as if someone had hit the
fast forward button.

  She was almost as tall as I was. Very slim, the most
incredible, slightly slanted blue eyes, and her long, blonde hair
hanging below her shoulders. She seemed so full of energy, and
although she was very slim and had very little to jiggle,
everything on her seemed to move. Her skirt was dancing round her
legs, a big lump of amber dangling from a silver chain, her hair
swirling round her head, and the long, delicate hands and arms
moving all the time. Those five seconds changed my life.

  Up until that moment I had been rather shy with the girls, and
still I don't know which divine power made me do what I did. The
three girls had passed me by now, but I turned round, ran up in
front of them and stopped with my arms stretched out. They
stopped too, looking a bit confused.

  "I don't know who you are, but you will be accused of murder,
if I don't see you again. I shall wither away like a flower
without water, and die from malnutrition and the most terrible
diseases, caused by my sadness and sorrow." I whipped out one of
the cards my dad had printed for me and handed it to her. "I'm
Allan, and my life is lost if you don't call me."  That's when I
ran out of courage, and with a smile I stepped sideways and ran
to join my friends. When I caught up with them I turned round and
saw the three girls had turned too. They were looking at me from
the distance, laughing and shoving elbows towards each other.

  Incredible as it may seem, she called me two days later. Helen
told me she had been intrigued by my bold approach. We met, fell
in love, and though she was almost two years older than me, which
means a lot when you are a teenager, the love stayed there, and
eventually we got married, happily. Twelve years later we were
still happily married, Helen was still the most beautiful girl my
eyes could rest on, and the birth of two children had done no
harm to her lovely slender body, perhaps only a slight increase
in her otherwise small breasts. She had turned out to be a loving
and caring mother, a devoted wife, excellent housekeeper and
always a support for my career. A new and well paid job had us
move to Copenhagen, and she did wonders to the large, old
apartment we had bought in the student's quarter near the old
university in Copenhagen centre.

  If you had asked me then, if I didn't have any complaints at
all about Helen, I should have denied this vehemently. In fact I
had one, but of a kind you wouldn't want to involve your friends
and family in. As far as sex was concerned I admit I found her a
bit of a prude. Not that she didn't like sex, she certainly did.
But she liked it clean, with love, and without deviations.
Whereas I should have to admit, that my imagination sometimes
would run wild, and I'd enjoy to masturbate in the bathroom,
dreaming up perversions and wild acts that I'd love to do with
her. And right at that time I was shown how lucky I really had
been that warm summer's night so long ago.

  We had been at a family party only a few blocks away from where
we live. With the dinner we had lovely wines, and then drinks,
coffee with cognac and all. As we were walking home through the
old streets Helen was clinging to me a little closer than usual
for her, and she made bold hints about what we were going home to
do.

  As we passed the last bar before our home, I said: "God, I
could do with a Bloody Mary for a nightcap. Do you want one,
too?" I already had my hand on the door, when she said: "Oh, yes,
why not? Let's be a little wild." At the bar I ordered the two
Bloody Mary's, and told the bartender to make one of them double
strength, which I handed to Helen. Only ten minutes later we had
downed the drinks, and another two minutes took us home. Getting
into our apartment I could feel, that Helen by now was fairly
tipsy and in a very fine and erotic mood.

  We practically tore the garments off each other, and quite out
of character Helen whispered: "Ohhh, I want your cock in me,
right now, no foreplay or nothing."  I'm not the person to
disobey an order like that, and for a while I fucked her hard,
fast and viciously, until she suddenly started bucking under me,
and screamed out a violent orgasm. The contractions of her cunt
sent me off to paradise, and soon we lay beside each other,
puffing and panting, enjoying the aftermath of a great fuck.

  A little later Helen turned towards me. "You're not all dead
for the night, are you love?"

  "I don't think so, just need a little time."

  "If I promise to hold on to your cock, couldn't you spend the
time with your hand on my pussy?" She always liked me to
masturbate her gently and slowly as the last part of foreplay
before we would fuck, so I just turned over on my left side and
let my right hand trail down her lovely body. With a deep sigh
she opened her legs slightly, and at the same time fumbled round
to find my very relaxed cock. She found it, and with a tipsy
giggle she squeezed it and said: "He's sjooo soft. He was musj
harder before."

      "MMmmmm, and your cunt is a lot more wet than before, with
a big load in it." My finger had reached her delicious cunt,
which released an eager humping up against my hand from Helle. 
"Mmmm, do you like it?" I dipped my fingers in the sperm running
out of her and smeared it on her clit, and then I held it firmly
between my thumb and my index finger, and rubbed it up and down.
Helen moaned and closed her eyes. And that's when we came to
another turning point in our life: I found out what too much
alcohol really could do to my prim wife.

  "Your cunt is so wonderfully slippery when it's full ofsperm."

  "And I'm so horny I could piss in your hand. Rub it, I'm dying
to come."

  That was so much out of character that I ventured a bit
further. "I love your slippery cunt. Only it shouldn't be my own
sperm up there."

  "Whose would you like it to be?"

  "Wouldn't it be fun if it was cousin Alfred's?"

  "Oh, my God, he's just a big boy. Would you like it to be his?
Would that make you horny?  Oh, yes, I can feel it would. Your
cock is growing again."

  "I'd get so horny if that boy fucked you first, making you wet
and slippery."

  "MMmmm, and I'm so drunk and dizzy it might make me horny too.
Rub my clit and tell what you'd make him do." She sure was more
drunk than I had ever seen her. 12 hours ago she would have
gotten angry and run away, if I had said anything like it.

  I kept up the masturbation, the way I knew she liked it, and
then I whispered: "I'd hold you from behind, squeezing your
nipples with my fingers, and then tell you to open your legs and
give him his first fuck ever."  Helen groaned and opened her legs
with bent knees.

  "Like this? Is this the way I should do it?" Yes, just like
that."  I slipped two fingers up her dripping vagina and began
fingerfucking her. "He's soooo smooth, not a hair on his chest or
legs, and he's shaking all over, to feel your hot cunt. He'll
come in a minute or two, spurting you full."

  "God, how horny. I'll come in a minute, too. OOhhhh, I'm coming
now, I'm coming."  She clamped her thighs tightly round my hand
so I could hardly move it, but it was great to feel her cunt
making fast contractions round my fingers.

  "Oh, my God, it's wonderful. I'm so horny. I'll do it, I'll do
it, I'll piss on your hand. This is heaven."  As her contractions
were slowing down, I suddenly felt a warm stream wash over my
fingers with a sizzling sound. She really was doing it, pissing
on my hand. Quickly I pulled out my hand and rolled on top of
her, pushing my aching cock up her cunt, which stopped her
pissing for a while.

  "Aaaahhhh, you cunt is great. I love it, when it has been
fucked by cousin Alfred. And your piss is wonderful and hot." 
She moaned in her drunken state, but when I pulled back, so my
cock only touched the opening, a new stream of piss rushed out of
her, taking me almost to the top. I just pushed in till my cock
hit the bottom of her cunt, and I started coming so hard, while I
called her all sorts of nasty things: Whore, baby-fucker,
piss-whore, bottom-less fucking-machine, and a lot of other
things. Every nasty word elicited a groan from my drunken wife,
and while my cock made the last twitches in her hot cunt, she
fell asleep under me, and started a muted snoring before I pulled
my wilting cock out of her.

  For a little while I watched my beautiful, drunken wife, and I
even contemplated cleaning up the bed. On the other hand I was
terribly curious about how she would react in the sober, grey
light of morning. My own exhaustion made the decision for me. A
minute later I guess I was snoring beside my lovely Helen. Very
happy, I have to admit.

CHAPTER TWO.

  "Oh, my God, what a mess ! Allan, will you wake up." My
beautiful wife was shaking my shoulder. "This is so embarrassing.
What happened last night? Did I do this?" The little wrinkle on
her forehead showed me, that she was having a headache, and I
have to admit that she looked a bit 'used'. I put my arms around
her and kissed her tenderly, first the wrinkle, then her eyes and
last her mouth. Meanwhile my nostrils became aware of the pungent
smell, not exactly roses, seeping up from the bed and ourbodies.

  "Well, yes, my love. You did. And I loved it."

  "Well, you may have loved it last night, but I certainly don't
love it now. Will you get up so I can clean this bed."  It may
have been my imagination, but the expression on her face told me,
she was trying to remember what had happened last night.

  "But I did love it, last night," I said, as I got out of the
smelly bed, "and I think you loved it too, didn't you?"

                     "Well, I guess I must have loved it, or I
certainly wouldn't have made this terrible mess. Get up,
sleepyhead, and let's get this bed cleaned up."

  Well, off went the sheets and blankets to the washing-machine,
and the mattress was put up to dry, after we had tried to wash
off some of the mess. And only when we had finished all this, did
Helen want to hear one word about breakfast.

  After a shower, a couple of cups of strong coffee, two Aspirins
and a bit of war paint, she looked almost her usual pretty self.

  "If that's what I do when I've had too much to drink, I'm never
going to drink again. I remember some of what happened, but not
all. Will you please fill me in?"

  Using a more civilized language I told her what we had done,
and that I was very sorry to hear, that she'd never get drunk
again. "I have to admit, that I really loved that wild, wet woman
I bedded last night."

  "Yeah, maybe you liked her, but I can't say I'm too happy about
her. Nor that I'm very well acquainted with her."
  "You might get to know her. Might even learn to like her."

  "I doubt it. Though I have to admit, that it must have been
good. I feel very satisfied, and I can still feel in my pussy,
that you have made love to me very eagerly."

  "Mmmm. And my cock tells me, that he would like very much to
pay a visit to your sweet pussy. Just for old memories' sake."

  "Oh, Allan, you are incorrigible, aren't you !"

  "Why on Earth would a man have such a beautiful woman in his
house and not want to love her as dearly and as often as
possible."

  She giggled. "Flatter will get you a long way with this old
wife, and you are a smooth talker. That was not at all what we
were talking about, was it?"

  "Well, not really. But maybe we would talk better, if your
pussy could talk to my cock at the same time, pretty."

  She got up from her chair and went round the table. She put her
arms round my neck and kissed me lovingly. "Allan, I know I'm a
skinny, ageing broad, but you talk so lovingly to me, that you
sometimes even convince me, that I'm pretty."  She took my hand
and pulled it a little and whispered: "All right, Tarzan, let's
go to the guest-room, because our bed is a mess."

  As we undressed in the small guest room I once again thanked
the deity which gave me courage on that birthday, all those years
ago. Even on an Sunday morning, with a hangover, she looked like
some creature out of a fairytale. Long, slim and elegant arms and
legs, small beautiful breasts with upturned nipples, which still
refused to give in to gravity, her slanted, diamond blue eyes and
that long, greyish blonde hair cascading down her back. I went up
to her and held her close, enjoying how she felt against my body,
and my cock paid her tribute by raising it's head like a good
boy.

  "Oh, my God, you are beautiful. You are the only woman I know
of, who adds beauty with every year she adds to her age. Let's
see what kind of bed we offer our guests. We actually never slept
in it, did we?"

  She giggled. "No, in fact we didn't. Quite appropriate, though,
new talk in a new bed." In bed she wrapped those never ending
legs round my hips and grabbed eagerly for my hard cock, guided
it to her entrance and with a deep sigh pressed herself up
against me to make it slip inside her. Already she was
deliciously wet.

  After a few close hugs we assumed one of our favourite
positions: Helen lying almost on her back, one leg under my waist
and the other over my legs, with me lying on my left side, at a
right angle to her body. That way I could enjoy her beauty with
my eyes and my hands, all her goodies within reach. I let my
right hand slide up the outside of her leg, up to the front of
her body, and then downwards, until my thumb pushed through her
sparse growth of hair and came to rest on her clit. This elicited
a moan from Helen, and as I started rubbing it lightly, she moved
her hips imperceptibly, so her cunt made tiny, lovely movements
around the tip of my cock.

  "You'll have to move that finger very, very slowly, if we are
ever going to talk, love. You make me so horny this way. And you
know it."

  "MMmmmm, I know it, and I love it. What is it you want me to
tell you."

  "You told me what we did and what you said last night. Is it
really true, that I got so horny when you suggested that cousin
Alfred should fuck me?"

  "Oh, yes. We both did. I got inspired by your lovely pussy, so
full of sperm, and when I told you to open your legs for cousin
Alfred you did it, very willingly, and you had a wonderful,
violent orgasm, when I fingerfucked you, and told you it was that
young boy doing it to you."

  "Oh, my God, that's weird. Oh, please take your finger off, I
don't want to come now."

  "Makes you horny again?"

  "Very. I would never have thought of it before, but since you
told it at breakfast, I have. Not that I would ever muster the
courage to go through with it, but the idea is very new, and very
exciting."

  "For me, too."

  "You would really want me to do it?"

  "It would excite me no end. My very beautiful wife with such a
young boy ?  Wow, I think I could come without human touch."

  "You do know, that you're the only man I ever made love to,
don't you?"

  "Yes, and I'm happy to be, and honoured to be the one you
chose."

  "Stop it, you flatterer. I'm sure I could never do it for real,
 and I wouldn't know how go about it."

  "Ahh, you must have noticed, like I have, that he is always
looking at you like a hungry puppy, whenever we are together."

  Hellen giggled again. "Yes, I have noticed. But I wouldn't put
too much into it."

  "Well, I for one, remember how it was to be a boy of 14, and I
can tell you that he'd jump you any day, if ever he got the
chance. But he's probably just as shy as you are, too much to do
anything about it. Oh, my God, this talk makes me so terribly
horny, love. I just have to move a little."

  As I did so she started to moan. "You can feel it has made me
just as horny, can't you?"

  "Your pussy is so wet and open. Yes, it has made you horny.
I'll have to stop immediately, or we'll never finish this talk."
I lay absolutely still for half a minute. Then she suddenly
looked at me with a very serious expression in her beautiful
eyes.

  "I know you love me, as I love you. But even if we both got
terribly horny, wouldn't you also get terribly jealous? That's
something I don't understand."

  "You know, if there was even a remote chance that you might
fall in love, I'd kill anybody who came near you. But I know that
you couldn't fall in love with a 14 year old boy. It would be
pure sex, and a lot of excitement for both of us. I'm sure."

  By now the electricity between us was real high voltage. My
stomach was churning, my cheeks were burning, and her sloppy wet
pussy round the head of my cock was doing wonders to me.

  "If, some day, I should say 'yes', would you arrange it?"

  "If some day, hopefully in a very near future, you say yes,
I'll set it up and help you all the way through. I wouldn't miss
a second."

  Helen closed her eyes, and her breathing got faster and faster.
Suddenly, without any of us moving, she was hit by a monster
orgasm. "I'll do it, I'll do it. Oohhh, my God how I'm coming.
I'll do it, I'll be your little baby-fucking whore like you said
yesterday. Oooooohhh, I'll do it. FUCK ME, FUCK ME NOW."

  With my cock still embedded in her spasming, wet cunt, I turned
her over, so she was straight on her back, and then I fucked her
violently hard and fast for the 30 or 40 seconds I could last.
All the time Helen was yelling and moaning and coming. When I
started coming in her, her yelling took on an even higher pitch,
until we both collapsed, exhausted, happy, fulfilled, and very
much in love. Thank God it was Sunday, because we both fell
asleep in a close embrace, and we didn't wake up until pastnoon.


CHAPTER THREE.

  "Wake up, you lovely, naughty man. It's way past noon."

  Sleepily I opened my eyes and almost drowned in her beautiful,
diamond blue eyes, so close to mine. She bent down the last few
inches and kissed me lovingly. As if by reflex my hands started
moving to touch her body, but then she broke the kiss and
giggled. "Oh, no. Oh, no. You're not going to touch me now. The
state my pussy is in would just make you blabber about Alfred
again. I'll go and have a shower now. And don't you join me. We
have other things to do today." Off she went. A little later I
heard her singing in the shower, and I relaxed and enjoyed the
memory of what we had just done. The day slowly picked up the
momentum of an ordinary Sunday. A list of chores which hadn't
been done during the busy weekdays. One of mine was to bring a
little order to our storage room in the attic. While I moved and
stacked boxes and crates, I sent a loving thought to my parents,
who had taken our kids for a three week holiday to Sweden, Norway
and Finland. Two of the boxes I handled gave me an inspiration,
which I told Helen when we sat down for a cup of coffee in the
afternoon.

  "You know, I found a couple of boxes up there, which might
prove interesting."

  "What's that, dear?"

  "It's all my old ice-hockey equipment that we have saved in the
hope that Peter (that's our son) would show interest. But he
never turned out to be the sporty type, did he?"

  "I wouldn't say he did. Takes more after his mom, doesn't he?
But what's the idea?"

  "Well, there must be several hundreds of dollars worth of
equipment in those boxes. And I heard cousin Alfred talk about
ice hockey as if he was interested. Actually he asked me some
questions yesterday. He knew I played a lot when I was a
teenager."

  Helen's cheeks suddenly took on a cute blush. "You do move
fast, don't you?"

  "Actually, no. Didn't even think about it, but when I was
moving those boxes the idea came to me. I see you have guessed."

  "Oh, but I have. But it isn't exactly ice-hockey season now."

  "No, but I want to get rid of those boxes as soon as possible,
you see."

  "Yeah, smooth guy, I think I see. But like I said earlier: It's
up to you to set it up."

  "As long as I know you're willing to give it a try, I shall be
very happy."

  "I will. And I think I'm willing, too." She blushed again, and
left the kitchen to do some kind of work in the living room.

  Around dinner-time I called Alfred's parents. They live about 5
miles from our place, but they are not the part of our family
that we see very often. I told Uncle Carl about the ice-hockey
equipment, and that I wanted to get rid of it, to make room for
more things in the attic. And he was very happy with the prospect
of saving a lot of money, if the stuff might fit Alfred. Sneaky
little me knew, that Alfred's parents both work rather late, so I
set a date for Monday afternoon at three. Alfred was to come to
our place, and we'd see if the things would fit. I could easily
use my flex time to be home at three.

  Helen had overheard this conversation, and now she looked at me
with sparkling eyes. "So, that's it? He'll be here tomorrow at
three. And what am I supposed to do?"

  "Nothing. Just nothing. Of course you have to look your usual
pretty you. I might even suggest that you wear that short, white
cotton skirt, you know, with some thin, black panties under it."

  "The one that I have only worn once? But that's terribly thin
and see through. And BLACK panties?"

  "Yes, should call his attention to your beauties. And a thin
silk blouse wouldn't be bad either, with a drop of perfume
between those pretty little birds you've got."

  "Hey, Tarzan, I'm the one who is supposed to know how to lure a
man! But I get the picture. And then?"

  "We'll play it by ear. If he needs a push I'll supply it. But
whenever you feel like doing something, or say something, just do
it. You can rest assured, that I shall love anything you want to
do."

  "And if I get terribly horny, you think you can handle that? No
jealousy or hard feelings afterwards?"

  "God, no. You wouldn't even dream of how happy these last 24
hours have made me, and how much my love for you has grown."

CHAPTER FOUR

  On Monday I barely managed to be home at five to three. Helen
looked ravishing, but she was obviously nervous, like a teenager
going on her first date. I calmed her down a little, and assured
her of her outstanding beauty and my love, and my sincere
appreciation that she was willing to give this a try. And then
the doorbell rang.

  Alfred was very impressed by the completeness of the equipment,
and then we started trying out all the different stuff. Which of
course meant, that he'd be in different stages of undress for an
hour. But I couldn't help notice, that as Helen went in and out
of the room, Alfred stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes
following my wife.

  "Yes, she is pretty, isn't she?" I said.

  "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare," he mumbled.

  "That's all right, boy. You can look all you want. You think
she's pretty, don't you?"

  "I don't know any woman I'd say was prettier. But I promise,
I'll stop staring."

  "It's all right, like I said. I think she's pretty too. I don't
blame you for looking." At that moment Helen entered the living
room again, and I said: "Helen, Alfred thinks you're the
prettiest woman in the world, and he can't stop looking at you."

  I don't know which of the two turned the deepest red, but Helen
was the first to recover.

  "Oh, he does? Well, then we've better give him a little show,
don't we?"  She was wearing the white skirt I had suggested, and
it really was so thin, that her black G-string showed through,
but her blouse was a new, very thin cotton shirt, tied around her
ribs to leave her belly free. She stretched her arms over her
head and turned slowly round, right in front of us, and when she
started her second turn she opened the top button of her shirt.
When she came round to face us again she looked at Alfred, and
asked: "Do you want me to open another button, Alfred?" God, this
was exciting.

  Poor Alfred was speechless. He tried to say something, but
ended up just nodding his head eagerly. At that time he was only
wearing the sweat absorbing net T-shirt and his Y-fronts, and as
Helen moved in a little closer and opened the second button, it
was very evident, that his cock was stirring in his pants.

  Helen moved in a little closer, and her lovely smell hit our
nostrils. Her eyes showed her excitement.  I said," I'm sure
Alfred would like you to open that shirt. I know I would."

  "Is that true, Alfred? Would you like me to show you my tits?"
He tried to swallow a couple of times, then he gave up on his
voice and just nodded, eagerly.

  Moving her shoulders from side to side Helen stepped forward
while she untied the knot in her shirt and opened up to bare her
chest, right under Alfred's eyes.  "Do you think they are
pretty?" Again Alfred just nodded. "Do you want to touch them,"
she asked. Alfred turned his head and looked at me.

  "Go ahead," I said. "She asked if you wanted to touch them."

  By now Alfred's cock was very hard and made his underpants
stick out in a way that Helen couldn't avoid to notice. She
smiled to him, took his hands in her own and led them to her
tits. "I can see you want to touch them. Go on then. They are not
dangerous."

  That bubble of silence I experienced the day I met Helen,
returned. Everything seemed to take place in slow motion. I was
mesmerised as I watched Alfred's hands take possession of my
wife's lovely tits. Her nipples grew very hard as his hands
caressed them. I could see her mouth move, whereupon Alfred took
her nipples between two fingers and pinched them. And as she
moved yet a step closer, his mouth closed on one of them, while
his hand caressed the other. By now my cock was straining my
pants the same way as Alfred's was straining his. Then the sounds
returned, and I heard my dear wife moan: "That's lovely, Alfred.
Come, let's sit down on the sofa, we can't stand here all
afternoon." She took his hand and guided him to the sofa. A
minute later she was sitting there, while Alfred was stretched
out on his back, his head in her lap and a breast in his mouth,
while her left hand started a slow trail down his body towards
his cock, which was sticking out in the most obscene way. When
she got her hand into his Y-fronts and obviously touched his
cock, his whole body twitched, and he sucked her breast hard and
noisily.

  The poor boy never had a chance, and I saw my wife behave like
an experienced seductress. She tried to push down his underwear,
but then she nodded to me and looked at them, signalling, I
guessed, that she wanted me to take them off - which I willingly
did. I really should have liked to take off my own, but I didn't
want to shock the boy any more. While I took off the pants I
watched Helen take Alfred's free hand and move it to the breast
he wasn't sucking. Then she grabbed hold of his young cock again,
but she only got to move her hand a few times. Suddenly Alfred
twitched again, sucked in a lot of air, and let out a loud groan.
A geyser of white sperm gushed out of him and covered Helen's
hand and dripped down on his belly. His eyes were closely shut,
his mouth open, uttering groans and sighs. Helen's eyes, on the
other hand, were a sight for gods. They were so radiant and
excited, that they could have given the Pope a hardon, and she
was smiling happily.

  "Allan, could you please fetch us a wet washing cloth and a
towel. I think I'll have to clean us up a little, before I go
on."  She looked down on Alfred, who by now had opened his eyes.
"You do want me to go on, don't you?"

  This time he was able to say something, for a change. "Oh, yes,
aunt Helen. This was so great."

  When she had cleaned them both Alfred's cock was still standing
at attention. Helen lifted him up into a sitting position. Then
she said in a husky voice. "Come on, both of you. Let's go to the
bedroom. Then I'll let Alfred take of my clothes, and we can be
much more comfortable."

  In the bedroom she smiled to both of us, and then she asked
Alfred: "Have you ever undressed a girl?"

  "No," he answered, his voice quivering. "I haven't seen one
naked, either. Only in pictures."

  "Well, now is your chance, Alfred. Do you want to?"

  Again the boy only nodded, and when Helen moved up closer to
him, his fumbling hands unwrapped her like she was a Christmas
present. When she was all naked she grabbed the hem of the net
T-shirt and pulled it over his head. Then she threw her arms
round him and hugged him in a most sensual embrace, moving her
slender body ever so slowly against Alfred's boyish frame. As
they were standing there she was at least 3 inches taller than
Alfred. She turned towards me. "Go and sit on the bed and lean
against the headrest, please. And do what you told me."

  In a second I was sitting comfortably on the bed, and Helen led
Alfred to the bed. She lay down with her head in my lap, while
she guided Alfred to take position between her legs. "Is this
what you had imagined," she said to me in a very low voice.

  "Exactly, love. Now spread your legs and let Alfred make love
to you."  And that's what she did. She opened her legs and
reached out her arms towards Alfred.

  "Come, dear, and kiss me. And then I'll show you what to do."
When Alfred stretched out on top of her, she cradled his head and
began kissing him intensely. Meanwhile my hands had wandered
round to her tits, and I pinched her nipples the way I know she
loves it. In a minute or two she was breathing heavily, and her
thighs opened and closed round his hips.

  She reached down between them and grabbed his very hard cock.
"Move down a little, and I'll guide you, Alfred." Suddenly she
let out a loud gasp, and I knew he was in her.

  "Oh, this is wonderful, aunt Helen. You're so warm and soft and
wet."

  Helen grabbed his hips and signalled him to start fucking. "Do
it a little slow in the beginning," she whispered huskily. "And
when I tell you, do it faster and faster, right?"  Finally one of
my favourite fantasies was fulfilled, and reality was a thousand
times more exciting. Helen was obviously extremely horny, and her
passion passed on to me through her moaning and her tiny shivers.
When she started humping her pussy up against Alfred I thought
I'd come in my pants.

  "Oh, my God, this is so good," she moaned. "Alfred, do it a
little faster now, will you?" She pulled him harder against her
body as he started to fuck her for real. "Ooooo, yes, yes,
faster. Fuck me harder, Alfred, Fuck me. It's soo good." The
sounds were exhilarating, their bodies slapping against each
other, and Helen's moaning which turned into a muffled, choking
groan as she started coming.

  I know how that feels, and I don't blame Alfred for coming,
when he felt those contractions round his cock. With a roar he
emptied himself into my wife, his whole body shivering for an
eternity, until he collapsed on top of her, his head between her
pretty tits, while Helen's groans slowed down into a happy purr.

  For a couple of minutes we were all very quiet, as if we didn't
dare disturb this rare moment. Finally Helen turned her head and
looked at me, her diamond blue eyes shining like two stars.
"Alan, will you help Alfred pack up that hockey-gear so he can
get home before his parents suspect anything?" As she said this
her hands were caressing Alfred's back, and then she put them on
his shoulders and gently pushed him off her body.

  "Yes, of course I'll do that, dear." Well, no of course, and
not because I wanted. What I'd really have liked to do was to
fuck her fiercely to get rid of the iron bar I hid in my pants.
But I gently moved her to one side and got off the bed, same time
as Alfred did.  "Come on, boy, we've better get you on yourway."

  Helen stayed in bed. In the living room Alfred quickly dressed
while I put all the equipment into a big sports bag. "You're not
angry at me, uncle Alan, are you?"

  "Of course I'm not, Alfred. This was lovely for Helen and for
me, and I hope it was for you, too."

  "I've never done anything so wonderful. I wish I could do it
again, some time." He blushed deeply.

  "It's not for me to promise you anything, Alfred, that's
Helen's decision. But maybe some time this summer she may want to
teach you how to make love, properly, and then it'll be OK with
me. Then I think she'll call you, all right?"

  "That would be so wonderful."

  I guided him towards the door and handed him the sports-bag.
"Good bye, Alfred."

  "Good bye. And thank you so much for the equipment, and
for....".

  I locked the door behind him, quickly discarded my constraining
pants, and headed for the bedroom.

  Helen was lying on her back, hands folded behind her head, and
legs slightly spread, her body practically glowing. She looked up
at me and smiled in a way that went straight down my spine into
my cock.

  "Well, dear, now it's full. And it's full of cousin Alfred's
sperm, just like you wanted. Are you going to do something about
it?" To be continued...







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