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NB OBS NB: For those of you who have been looking in vain for a chapter 
five: There IS no chapter five. This old author was sloppy, or he couldn't 
count, but now the story is uploaded it's too much trouble to change it. All 
I can say is: Sorry about the inconvenience.


A Saint And a Whore, part three.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

	We didn't get a chance to talk on Friday morning, at least not about what 
was foremost in our minds. Murphy's Law struck again, as the kids woke up 
early and joined us in the bedroom, bubbling with life and making noises and 
all, and soon we were all engaged in the usual morning routines of a family. 
After breakfast I kissed everybody goodbye and left for work, slightly 
saddened at the prospect of waiting 14-15 hours, before I could talk to my 
lovely Helen without the kids listening in.

	Well, as it turned out I didn't have to wait that long. At about ten 
o'clock Helen called me at the office.

	"Hi, Eric. How are you?"

	"Fine, but I'd rather be with you."

	"I'd love that.  Well, this morning, right after you left, your mom and dad 
called. They've been given some free tickets to Legoland and the saltwater 
aquarium in Esbjerg, so they wanted to take the kids over there, and stay at 
Hans and Lisbeth's farm for the weekend. The kids were wildly enthusiastic 
about it, you know how much they love to ride the horses there, so I said 
OK, and your parents will pick them up from school and go to Jylland 
directly. I hope you don't mind."

	"How could I very well. Gives me a chance to be alone with my pretty wife 
for another weekend. How lucky can you get? I might even take you to a late 
dinner at Kong Hans'."

	"Oh, dear. Did you win the Lotto?"

	"Ha, ha. No, I just love you. See you later."

	"Yeah, bye, bye."

	Fortunately this Friday was terribly busy at work, and before I knew it I 
was on my way home. The ten minute walk through the old quarter of 
Copenhagen was a treat every day. A little exercise, something nice to look 
at, and sufficient time to put the office behind me, and set my mind for 
family life. I really enjoyed each day when I didn't have to drive my car or 
ride a bus. One of the extra benefits of living in the centre of town.

	She was waiting for me in one of the armchairs in the living room. A pot of 
my favourite Columbian mountain coffee and a glass of Black Renault was on 
the low table by the sofa, and Helen was dressed in the same yellow summer 
dress, but now it was washed and freshly ironed. She looked so beautiful 
that I got a little lump in my throat. Her long, ash blonde hair was brushed 
to a shiny glimmer, hanging down below her shoulders, and her diamond blue 
eyes beneath her dark, full eyebrows were sparkling with ..... with what? I 
don't know. But at that moment I should gladly have changed the red and 
white of our national flag to those colours: Yellow, ashen greyish and 
diamond blue.

	"Welcome home, dear. Had a hard day?"

	"No, not really. Busy, fortunately, but not strenuous. But busy enough to 
keep my mind occupied, so I wouldn't have to think of you all the time."

	"oK. And who was speaking now, the flatterer or my horny husband?"

	"Aaww, you know. I'll always flatter you, but for now it's your horny and 
curious husband, as you very well know. And who is speaking to me?"

	"I'll admit it's your horny and not so innocent wife. Do you mind?"

	"That's what I was hoping for, and you know it."

	"MMMmmm, I sure do. And I appreciate it, you know. Not many husbands would 
send their wife to a hotel, to be fucked silly by his 14 year old cousin." 
These last words were said with a big smile on her wide mouth. And, God, did 
they ignite the fires again. I remembered her condition for going there, 
that she would tell, but only in her own tempo, and I wondered, how much she 
was going to tell me. I was soon to be enlightened!

	"Did you like the way I smelled and felt when I came home yesterday?"

	"It excited me no end to see you in that condition. You truly looked fucked 
out."

	"MMmmm. And you liked to see me that way, because  I WAS fucked out, didn't 
you?"

	"My God, yes !"

	"Trust me, I loved how horny it made you."  She picked up her glass of 
cognac and raised it. "I propose a toast to many wild hours with my horny 
husband. I'll tell him, in bits and pieces, what I did. Just enough to 
excite him wildly, but certainly not all of it at once. Will you drink that 
toast with me?"

	The glutton in me protested against such a toast, but I heard my voice say 
'yes' - as if coming from afar. I guess it was in that  moment that I 
learned something about myself, which I had not realised before: My greatest 
kick really was not getting what I wanted, or doing certain acts from my 
catalogue of fantasies. My greatest kick was to feel her lust, my greatest 
pleasure was to feel her excitement,  the most effective trigger of my 
orgasm was to feel her coming around my cock because I had made her horny. 
Probably the reason why fantasies of rape and coercion never entered my 
mind. Funny how sometimes long chains of thoughts can flash through your 
brain in a split second.

	I reached for my own glass, raised it and saluted her. "To my new and horny 
wife, and may her pussy be wet for many years to come."

	She smiled that mysterious smile of hers and said: "I'll certainly hope 
so." She leaned forward to put down her glass, and when she straightened up 
she slowly lifted her right leg and put it over the armrest. She arranged 
the skirt of her dress so that her pussy was almost visible, but even if you 
craned your neck you couldn't catch a peek.

	"I was at the hotel first, and I went up to the room you had booked. I sat 
down in the armchair there, just as I'm sitting now, and waited about ten 
minutes for Alfred. They were ten very exciting minutes, I tell you, and 
though I was terribly nervous about it, I could feel how I started to get 
real wet. When finally there was a knock at the door, I just cried: Come in. 
And when Alfred had closed the door behind him I said: Lock the door, 
Alfred."

	"I was very nervous, but it was nothing compared to the poor boy. He looked 
as if he didn't know what to do with his hands and legs and all. I told him 
to kiss me hello and then sit down on the bed. He looked like he was going 
to eat me with his eyes only, so eager, and it was a very powerful feeling 
for this old girl, I tell you."

	I was having exactly the same view as Alfred had had, and I could tell for 
sure, that he must have looked hungry!

	"Then we talked a little about why we were here, that I'd show him how to 
make love to a woman, and all, and I thought I'd give him a few technical 
details first, so I asked him to come and sit on the floor, in front of the 
chair."

	"Do that, Eric, come and sit on the floor in front of me, I'll show you how 
I started."

	Whoever could disobey such an order. I got up from the sofa and made myself 
comfortable on the floor, between her legs, whereupon she slid her ass a 
little closer to the edge, making her dress slide upwards to display her 
pretty pussy.

	"Did your pussy look as horny then as it does now? You look as if you have 
wet yourself, love, and it's almost open, you know!"

	"Oh, my God, no. I'm so horny doing this to you, and I can't go through 
with it, like I had planned. Will you PLEASE take me to the bedroom and put 
your lovely cock in me. I need you!"

	I got up fast, lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bedroom, where 
I threw her down on the bed. In a flash I got out of my clothes while Helen 
practically tore off her dress and spread her legs wide. She reached out for 
me. "Come here. Put it in, and let's lie the way we like it, when we talk 
cock- and pussytalk."

	"My favourite, sweetie." That is, with my cock in her, my body at a right 
angle to hers, her right leg under my body and her left leg opening up, so 
all of her delicacies are open to my eyes and hands. It felt like she was 
sucking me in! She was hot, wet and very, very horny. I ran my hand up her 
left thigh, across her flat belly and then down, until my thumb was nestled 
between her puffy, slippery lips, putting a light pressure on her clit.

	"Oh, God, don't move that thumb. You'll make me come in a few seconds, and 
I'll never get to tell you any more."

	"All right. I'll hold it for a while. Now get talking!"

	"Mmmm."  She closed her eyes. "I told him about the different parts and 
pointed them out with my fingers. Then I gave him a little pep talk about 
licking pussy, and what it would do to a woman. I felt really perverted, 
talking like that to a boy, me being a grown woman, and when he reluctantly 
put his mouth there it was like an electric jolt. He didn't like the idea at 
first, but when he had got his first  taste he really went to town! Wild at 
first, but when I told him how to do it, you know, nibble, suck, lick, soft, 
hard, fast and all, he was a very quick learner. Oh, my God, Eric, it's even 
wilder telling you than it was doing it!  Ooooo, I can't take it any more. 
I've got to come. Rub it, Eric, rub it, I need it so bad." I pushed my cock 
a little further into her, and while I started small fucking motions I 
rubbed her clit. Just for half a minute!

	Her orgasm was wild, violent and noisy. She screamed at first, and as her 
cramps continued her scream gradually turned into a low groan. I barely 
managed to hold back myself. When her orgasm died out she opened her eyes 
and looked at me. Without letting my cock slip out, she managed to pull out 
her right leg from under me, and in one slow movement she rolled on top of 
me, covered my face with her hair, and lavished me with kisses, while she 
pressed her legs together, making her cunt hold on to my cock in a very 
delicious way.

	"God, this was great, Eric. I love you, I love you, I love you."

CHAPTER NINE.

	After a little rest she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed herself 
up, while she spread her legs at the same time, until she was straddling me. 
She moved up and down on me a few times.

	"Mmm, this is lovely. I know you haven't come yet, and I'll make sure that 
you do. But I'll take my time. Do you mind?"

	"How can I mind, when it feels so wonderful?"

	"Good, my horny husband. You see, when Alfred had licked me to a great 
orgasm I thought it was time to let him fuck me. I told him to get up, and 
when I started to unbuckle his trousers he really got going. While I 
undressed his lower half he took care of the upper one himself, and in a few 
seconds he was naked in front of me. You just can't imagine what a powerful 
feeling it was to see that boy naked, in front of me, knowing that I was 
going to fuck him."

	She made a few rocking motions around my very hard cock, making it 'stir 
the pot' in her, and then she sat down on me again, very hard and very 
quiet.

	"I had thought I'd teach him to lie beside me and excite me further with 
his hands, but frankly I was so hungry myself, that all I could think of was 
having him between my thighs. I touched his cock only a few times, for fear 
that he'd come at once. Then I shed my dress and took him to the bed. I lay 
down and opened my arms and legs to beg him in. He was so eager that he 
stabbed a few times without hitting target, so I had to teach him how to 
steer it in with his right hand."

	Images of the boy trying to hit my wife's pussy flashed through me, and 
pumped an extra ounce of blood into my cock.

	"Lovely. I can feel you like it. Well, in he got it, and immediately he 
started to fuck me like a rabbit. I was just going to slow him down when he 
exploded in me, pumping so much sperm into me, that I felt it overflow! He 
was almost crying when he said, that it was so wonderful, but he was sorry 
it was so fast."

	Now Helen started to fuck me. Very slow, very short movements. Just enough 
to keep me hard and eager, but not enough to make me come.

	"I kissed him and told him it was OK, because I was his 'teacher', and 
would you believe me, his cock stayed hard all the time, while I taught him 
how to avoid that with his future lovers?"

	"Well, mine did too, the first times we made love. Remember?"

	"Yes, I do now, but I had forgotten. And it excited this old girl no end, I 
tell you. I was actually so horny that I needed to be fucked for real. So I 
asked him if he remembered how he did it the first time, when you were 
there. You know, slowly in the beginning, and so on. And of course he did. 
So that's what he did, Eric. And God it made me horny. Almost as horny as I 
am right now."

	I felt her thighs quiver, and then she really set out to fuck me. Her firm, 
small breasts were quivering, her long hair was flying round her head, and 
she made her movements up and down longer and longer, slamming down on me, 
pulling up agonizingly slow.

	"When he began speeding up I felt my orgasm get closer, Eric. I think he 
only fucked me for five minutes, that second time, but that was all it took! 
I started coming, and he just went on fucking me! Oh, my God, Eric, this is 
crazy. I'm so grateful that I got drunk that night, and we started all this. 
Heaven, I'm going to come. Come along with me, Eric. Come in your wife's 
kid-fucking cunt. I'm on fire, Eric."

	By now she was fucking me like a berserk, and I felt my own orgasm on its 
way. When Helen started screaming, and her wet haven began its squeezing 
cramps around my cock, I emptied my brain, my spine and my belly, up into my 
wife's orgasming cunt.

	Helen collapsed on top of me. For a moment nothing was said, and no 
movements were made, only this glowing current running between two satisfied 
bodies. And I was no less grateful, that she had got drunk that night.

	Slowly we surfaced. I looked at my watch, and I was very surprised to see 
it was still only a quarter past six. I felt as if we had just spent a 
lifetime in bed. Helen got up to go to the bathroom, and I went back to the 
living room, pouring myself a cup of coffee from the thermos. That's when 
our afternoon was disturbed by an insistent ringing of the doorbell.

	I sneaked out into the hall and peeped through the spy-glass. A messenger 
was outside with a bouquet of flowers. I threw a housecoat round my 
shoulders and opened the door.

	"Flowers for Mrs. Helen Larsen. There you are, Sir," and off he went.

	In the living room my naked wife was on her way back from the bathroom. 
God, she was so beautiful.  "Flowers for you, dear."

	"How nice of you. Thank you."

	"They are not from me."

	She started opening the package. "Wonder from whom, then."

	"Oh, dear, would you believe it, they are from Alfred! How sweet." She read 
the card. "He just writes: Thank you, Alfred."

	"Have you taught him that, too?"

	Helen laughed. "No, no. Guess his mother has." She went to the cupboard to 
pick a vase, and then to the kitchen for water. Was it my imagination, or 
had she put a triumphant little swing into that naked ass? She came back and 
put the vase with the beautiful roses, right in the middle of our dinner 
table.

	"There you are, my dear husband. Look at them now and then, and think of 
how I earned them. And now I'm going to dress, and I want you to take me 
out. I could do with a little caf� first, and then to Kong Hans for a luxury 
dinner, because I feel like like the queen of Sheba."

To be continued.







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