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A SAINT AND A WHORE. (MFm)  - Part one.
	By Spiller

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, ash blonde hair was backlighted by the multicoloured neon-signs on 
the circus tent. Time stopped, the loud music and the noise disappeared, and 
from my bubble of 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.

	Had you 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 masturbating 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 of sperm."

	"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 cousin Alfred has fucked it. 
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 our bodies.

	"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 a 
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 its 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 and little squishing 
sounds 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 past noon.


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 that 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 dinnertime 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 flextime 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 breasts?"  He tried 
to swallow a couple of times, and 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 both of them, 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 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, not 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 your way."

	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?"

Chapter five

	I was tingling all over as I climbed our bed and took Helen in my arms. I 
kissed her and hugged her, and her skin felt like hot lava against mine. I 
shivered, and my hurting cock pressed against her slender thigh.

	"Well, Tarzan, what are you going to do about it? Why don't you touch it 
and see if it feels any better than Saturday night. You know, it IS Alfred's 
sperm this time." Her voice was deep and raw, with a horny tremor to it, 
like I never heard before. I grabbed her left tit and put my mouth to the 
right one, which I sucked and licked a little while. This elicited a low 
moan from her.

	"Mmmm, you're much better with your mouth than Alfred, but it was very, 
very electric and exciting when he did it.  Oh, God, Alan, feel my pussy 
now, I can't wait any longer."

	My God, was it better than Saturday night! It was slimy with sperm, and I 
had watched Alfred put it there, making me so horny I could hardly control 
my shivering. And there was a lot more of Helen's own juice. She was soaked! 
And her thighs and the crack down to her ass were slippery with it. "Oh, my 
God, woman, you must have been terribly randy. So much juice."

	"Yes," she groaned. "Do it, do it like you did." I smeared some of the 
sperm on her clit and started rubbing it up and down between my thumb and 
index finger. "AAaaaahhhh." She humped her cunt up against my hand. "Is it 
better?"

	"It's so wild. I'm going to come in a few minutes or seconds. It was so 
exciting to se you fuck that boy, and your cunt feels so alive. I want to 
fuck you now."

	"Oh, please no. Wait a little. I'll do you with my hand, like I did to 
Alfred, and then you can stay hard in me a lot longer. Please." She fumbled 
eagerly for my hurting cock, and when she found it she moved her hand a few 
times. "Mmmm, it's so much bigger," she mumbled.

	Really, this was so new. She must have been terribly horny for her to say 
things like that. At least I was, and I only lasted 5 seconds of her 
exquisite handwork while my own fingers were basking in her just fucked 
cunt. God, I was in heaven, and I roared like a hurt lion, when I spurted on 
her hand and her thigh.

	She turned her head and looked me straight into my eyes, and then she lit 
up in a naughty smile. "I think the washcloth and the towel are still on the 
small table in the dining room. Could we use it for 'seconds'? Be a good boy 
and get it."

	When I returned with them she opened her legs obscenely without saying a 
word. And of course my attention was drawn to her cunt. What a sight ! Her 
position made it open up, and it was glistening wet, with a small trickle of 
sperm running out of her. She looked absolutely vulgar and very, very 
erotic. "Do you like it?"

	"You look so exciting. My cock is getting hard again, already."

	"Yummy. Give me the rags so I can clean my hand and thighs." She brought 
her legs together again, and for a little while she was busy cleaning 
herself and me, which she did with a lot of fondling and rubbing, so when 
she was finished I was left with a raging hard on.  "Well, Tarzan, let's put 
that lovely cock to some use. Put it into my sloppy pussy, and tell me how 
it feels. I can tell you, that I have never, ever been so horny."

	She was like silk and cream in there. Hot, wet, slippery, very open and 
very much alive. And I told her! And how much it excited me, that she had 
just fucked a young boy, and that it was he, who had made her that way. The 
more I talked and the more I moved my cock in her, the more she groaned, and 
her breathing got faster and faster. When I called her nasty things like 
'baby-fucker', 'my little whore', 'a cheating slut', she really took off. 
She was shaking beneath me, and she humped her cunt up to meet each of my 
strokes. Suddenly she moaned: "Oh, my God, you nasty man. Put it up there, 
give it to me, put it on top of Alfred's, fill meeeeee....".  Feeling her 
cunt open up wide, and then start the contractions of a wild orgasm, was too 
much for me. With a groan I emptied myself in her, and collapsed on top of 
her.

	When I made movements to pull out she threw her arms and legs round me. 
"No, no. Stay there. I want to hold you and feel you get smaller and smaller 
in me. And I need you to tell me, that you still love me, even though I got 
so horny with someone else. Tell me."

	And I told her. And I told her that the new side to her was a completion of 
the woman I love and adore, and if anything this Monday afternoon had 
brought my love to yet another level. And she told me, that she would never 
have believed herself able to do such a thing, and that it had been very, 
very exciting. "I think you were right, Tarzan, I might get to like that new 
'me'. But it's not a thing I want to do very often."

	On this I agreed, but with only one exception.

	"What's that?"

	"I think you should take advantage of the fact, that the kids are not at 
home. I know Alfred would love it, and I'd be most excited, if you'd spend a 
few hours alone with him and teach him how to become a good lover."

	"Oh, you incorrigible you. I might, and then I might not. I'll tell you in 
a day or two. Right now I want you to take me to dinner somewhere near. I'm 
soooo hungry."



To be continued in part two.


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