les histoires de chrislebo

Like any other 20 year old Mandy found the urge for independence ever growing but knew a career change was needed if she ever to have any hope of affording a place of her own. She enjoyed her job but it didn't pay anything like enough, and couple that with the constant harassment from that old weasel Walter she knew a change was overdue.

Of course when you look like Mandy you have something of a head start over everyone else and she quickly managed to secure herself a position as a sales negotiator for a local estate agents. It wasn't the sort of job she was particularly looking for but with a salary of almost double what she was previously on and a generous commission on top it was the opportunity she was looking for.

Luckily she found herself working a with a nice group of people and being a very professional outfit it came as a pleasant change to not have to suffer the sort of constant sexual harassment she had in the past. No crude comments, no leering lecherous old men, no wandering hands, nothing. Of course there was no way of telling what was going on in the minds of her male colleagues, and the truth probably was that there wasn't a man there who wouldn't have given anything to fuck the busty blonds brains out, but they were professionals and that sort of thing simply didn't go on.

So Mandy settled in nicely and was enjoying every part of her new job. Her stunning looks gave her a distinct advantage when dealing with male clients, an advantage that more than made up for her lack of experience. Something that didn't go unnoticed by her all male management team.

It was company policy that all staff wore a uniform, with the female staff in a striking red suit consisting of a top quality fitted skirt and blazer. Underneath they had to wear a pure white blouse with the company red and white silk scarf tucked into the top. The overall look was very much like the uniform of an air hostess, sexy yet very classy. The skirt came in a choice of three lengths, but strangely enough for some reamister the choice wasn't offered to Mandy. It was decided by those in charge that she would get the shortest as a way of them making the most of her very obvious assets. To be fair it wasn't overly short, but finishing high enough above the knee to display a good portion of her smooth and luscious thighs. This maintained a sexy look while being classy and still acceptable for a professional position. Not only that but whoever ordered it somehow managed to order it just half a size smaller than what she had asked for! This of course made it just a little on the tight side, again not very tight but definitely snug and rather figure hugging showing off her curvaceous ass to its fullest. It seemed that whoever did the ordering could clearly see an opportunity, and it was obviously one not to be missed.

To finish the look off she would wear flesh coloured stockings and red patent leather 5 inch stilettos. With such shapely legs and not being particularly tall Mandy could wear such a high heel without it looking improper for work.

So she would arrive every day looking like she had just stepped out of a top class glamour magazine, very sexy yet still maintaining a professional and classy image. With her lovely blond hair pulled back into a pony tail and her pretty fresh young face with no more than the subtlest touch of make-up she was without a doubt a sight to behold.

Obviously looking as she does Mandy always attracts a lot of attention. Her colleagues would smile to themselves at the almost embarrassed looks on the faces of male clients as they would try to avert their gaze away from her phenomenal bust. Nearly always they would fail miserably and one of either two things would invariably happen. Either they would try to look her in the eye while being unable to help themselves from having a sneaky glance down every few seconds. Or there would be those who would blatantly just stare holding virtually their entire conversation with the mouth watering pair without as much as a glance up at her face.

With the odd trip to the filing cabinet thrown in giving the unmissable treat of a look at her spectacular ass in that short tight red skirt most couldn't help but find themselves rather distracted from the matter in hand. Of course these were things that Mandy had grown so used to that she would hardly even notice, in fact it all seemed perfectly normal to her.

The company had for some time now been trying to secure a deal with a developer who wanted to build luxury homes on a site that they had managed to locate for them. The deal was worth millions with the agents standing to get a very healthy commission for their part. The only problem was that there was a rundown old house sitting on the plot of land with a disared old man living there refusing to move.

They had tried everything including offering him way over the odds for the virtually derelict old building, but he wasn't interested. It wasn't that he couldn't see how generous the offer was, and it wasn't like he couldn't use the money. It was more the fact that he was a stubborn old bugger who didn't like the way these flash money men in their expensive suits thought they could do whatever they wanted.

It was a difficult situation as he was 82 years old and they knew it wouldn't look too good if they appeared to be powering such an elderly permister from their home of almost 60 years. They maintained a gentle approach, despite his rude and obnoxious nature, and had been to see him a few times with offers of nice new homes to view but to no avail.

He wasn't the easiest of people to speak to as he was rather hard of hearing. Most things had to be repeated several times which tried even the most patient of men. One time the bad tempered old boy had gotten so irritated that he virtually threw one of them out of the house leaving the poor unsuspecting salesman with no idea what he was supposed to have done. One minute they're talking and the next the old man has pulled himself up on his walking frame before thumping it down onto his feet shouting at him to get out.

It was frustrating for them because they all knew he was being offered more money than he could ever hope to spend and with a nice brand new house into the bargain, it really was a fantastic offer, but nobody could make him see it.

This was when, as a last desperate attempt before the developers pull the plug on the whole deal, they decided that maybe he would respond better to someone else, someone he hadn't seen before, a female perhaps, an attractive female......like Mandy.

Now this wasn't the first time a female member of staff had tried to talk some sense into him. The previous attempt however was by one of the female senior managers, an overweight unattractive woman in her mid fifties. Despite being a tough business woman she was taken aback by his prehistoric sexist attitude. He basically spoke to her like a piece of dirt, he was rude arrogant and unbelievably disrespectful. It was obvious that he was of the mind that a woman couldn't possibly have a thought or an opinion worthy of being heard. It was a terrible attitude but being in his eighties meant he no longer really cared what other people thought of him. Despite this there was nothing else the company could do, they had no choice, they had to give it one last chance. So it was decided that Mandy would take one of the company cars and try to get him to come with her to look at one of the nice new homes they had lined up for him.

Despite being a miserable sexist pig it was still considered perfectly safe, after all being disared meant he was barely able to stand without the aid of a walking frame, and besides she probably wouldn't even get through the front door anyway. So the appointment was made.

The very next day Mandy was given the address together with a brief on the whole situation including what this deal was potentially worth to everyone. She arrived in one of the bosses shiny new cars and knocked on the door. It took a few minutes and several knocks on the door before there were any signs of life stirring inside. The old man was obviously having trouble as she could hear him bashing into things and cursing as he worked his way to the door.

With a loud creak it slowly opened and Mandy saw this rather frail and pathetic looking old man struggling to open the door while clinging to his walking frame. There seemed to be a lot of junk around which gave him virtually no room to manoeuvre. The pretty 20 year old looked him over. He had almost no hair on his head and from the way his jaw stuck out and his bottom lip came up over his top lip almost to his nose it was clear that he had not a single tooth in his head. His back was also very badly curved which caused him to stoop forward over his walking frame.

"Hi I'm Mandy from...."

"I know who you are," he replied in a manner that fitted with everything she had been told about him.

"Oh," replied the busty young blond politely. "Well then, you know why I'm here."

The old man turned and shuffled off back down the hall towards his sitting room knocking into all sorts of pieces of junk with his frame as he went. Her experiences with old men hadn't been very pleasant up until now and so Mandy felt a little apprehensive. But she had to remind herself that this was different, she was here to do a job and there was nothing to be worried about. Besides this old man could barely stand let alone anything else, and she could see he certainly looked his age and clearly way past any untoward thoughts.

This was true, he felt every bit his 80 plus years. His body was riddled with arthritis, something that was obvious from not only his stooping back and somewhat bowed legs, but also from his badly bent and twisted old fingers and hands. They looked painful but thanks to a steady supply of strong pain *******ers it was pain that could be controlled. The real trouble was they were almost useless for doing anything intricate of fiddly, even writing was virtually impossible for the crippled old boy.

But as far as any untoward thoughts go, well there was a side to this miserable chauvinistic pig that very few people knew about. The people that knew him best were the ones that knew him from years back when he wasn't so disared by old age.....people like Alimister.

Mandy had no idea but her lady had come across this horrible old man some 20 years ago. You see this was Ernie, the dirty old pervert that had made her working life such a misery all those years ago and eventually took advantage of her one unforgettable night. There was of course no way that Mandy could ever know this, but to the old man it was an experience that he would relive in his imagination even to this day.

At his age memories were really all Ernie had and so with his ever advancing years and his disabling health issues, including the now visibly obvious arthritis that ran throughout his twisted old body, there wasn't much to look forward to for the old boy.

His only minor pleasure was the weekly visit of his community nurse to administer the pain *******ing haves that kept him relatively active. She wasn't anything special, middle aged and very plain looking, but over recent years she had become his only female contact and consequently the source of many a fantasy. The main reamister being that she was a plump woman, which he didn't approve of, but that meant she had a huge pair of knockers that he delighted in ogling every time she called.

Every week after her visit he would lay in bed at night and imagine the overweight middle aged nurse leaning over him and tearing her tunic open, her gigantic jugs would tumble free and she would beg the toothless old man to squeeze and suck them.

Despite his age the old man hadn't really changed at all, he was still a dirty old pervert and still capable of raising an impressive erection, and this thought would never fail to get the old mans cock hard and throbbing. The real *** was that his crippled old hands made it virtually impossible for him to masturbate successfully. So with pre-cum dribbling from his rigid purple cock he would more often than not eventually fall arelax frustrated beyond belief................................. ....................Now he was in his living room with Mandy showing him leaflets of possible homes that he might like to go and view. This was when the old man got his first proper look at the beautiful busty young blond. His old eyes widened as he focused on her lovely fresh young face. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen such a pretty girl with her silky smooth skin lovely full lips and sparkling eyes. His gaze didn't remain on her face for long however, he looked down over the outline of her gorgeous curves, to say he was impressed by what he saw would be the understatement of the year.

Standing there in her red suit and heels with her beautiful blond hair back in a pony tail he was couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. His eyesight was still very good despite his age and being the sort of man he was he quickly noticed just how short and tight her skirt was. He looked down the length of her lovely legs sheathed in smooth flesh coloured nylon, this was a real treat for the miserable old git....and he couldn't help thinking she looked familiar.

"I have a few houses here that we thought you might be interested in seeing," Mandy said to the old boy as she flicked through the leaflets she was holding. "They're not too far from here and they're all very nice," she went on.

As she spoke his eyes went upwards, his old fashioned arrogance giving him the confidence to enjoy feasting his eyes on this young beauty without a care for what she may think. Despite her smart red jacket being buttoned up it didn't conceal the fact from the dirty old man that she was hiding a seriously big set of knockers.

"Mmmm, can see why they sent you," he grumred as he made no attempt to hide his lustful gaze. It was then that it dawned on him, she did look familiar, she looked exactly like the girl he fucked that night all them years ago. But surely it couldn't be her, she hadn't aged a day.

"Don't I know you?" Ernie asked.

"Er, no I don't think so." Instantly his question made her nervous. Not surprisingly she wondered straight away if he was going to be another dirty old boy that had seen her video. "Yes....Alimister isn't it?" There wasn't a day that went by over the last 20 years that he hadn't thought about that night, and so her name and image were emblazoned on his memory.

To say Mandy was relieved would be an understatement, she realised that he must have known her Mother and that was why he thought he knew her.

"No, I think you must be confusing me with my Mother," she explained to the old man.

"Oh I see," came his reply as he went on to explain how they used to work together and how she was the image of her Mother at that age.

This whole situation seemed to put Mandy more at ease and soon she continued with her sales patter. She realised she now had his full attention and quickly offered to take him to view a couple of the houses they had lined up for him. You can imagine her surprise when he readily agreed and with a gruff arrogance, which reminded Mandy that she was still dealing with a miserable old git, he instructed her to get his coat from the coat hook in the hall.

Excited by the fact that she had already gotten further than anyone else she quickly did as he asked.

Obviously the old boy took the opportunity to get a good look at her ass as she trotted off down the hall and reached over a pile of old boxes to get his coat from the hook.

"Mmmmm," he grumred, impressed by the incredible perfection of her fit young ass in the tight red skirt. As she returned with his coat held out for him to take he could see the weighty bounce of her magnificent bust. "Just like your Mother" he muttered under his breath, already he was having dirty thoughts of all the things he would love to do to this unsuspecting pretty young thing.

Soon he was in the passenger seat of the car ready to be taken on a sightseeing tour of the new properties that had been lined up for him. Unfortunately for the unsuspecting Mandy the only sight he was interested in seeing was the one sat next to him in the driving seat. She hadn't noticed how much her skirt had ridden up tight across her lap, and every time she pushed her feet down on the clutch pedal it seemed to rise just a little more. By the time they had reached their first destination the dirty old boy was getting seriously turned on. It was a sight that he never thought he would ever see again in his lifetime, a pretty young girls stocking tops. It was a sight that had his frustrated old cock stirring into life.

As she got out of the car she still had no idea what she was doing to him as he just sat and watched her lovely ass tightly wrapped in the now even shorter skirt. As she stood out of the car she quickly realised what had happened and appearing a little embarrassed subtly straightened herself out.

The whole viewing process obviously had its point but to be honest the sight of this big breasted gorgeous young blond parading around in front of him in her sexy uniform had his mind fully occupied.

Mandy thought it was all going well and he seemed to be genuinely interested in some of the places she had shown him. So as they drove back to the old mans house she asked, with a misguided air of confidence, which property he preferred. Of course he didn't really care either way about any of them but thought that if he appeared interested he could possibly get to enjoy the company of this cock hardening piece of skirt for a while longer.

"Uh.....the first one seemed alright," he begrudgingly said. "When we get back you can go through what the deal is again."

Mandy was delighted to hear this, had she finally cracked the grumpy old man? Had she succeeded where so many others had failed? She felt a rush of enthusiasm. The thought of possibly getting this deal and what it could mean to both the company and her standing within it was something that was starting to excite her.

When they arrived back Mandy still had no idea of the lustful thoughts going through this apparently decrepit 82 year old mans mind, she was too busy imagining the look on every ones face when she went back and announced the good news.

It was a slow walk back down the path to the front door of the run down old house. Old Ernie shuffled with his walking frame trying not to get tangled in the overgrown weeds that crept all over the broken concrete. As they got inside he asked Mandy to remove his coat and hang it back up for him. Standing behind him she gladly obliged slipping it from his shoulders and tugging it down his arms.

She noticed the filthy grime covered collar of his shirt for the first time and it dawned on her that he had no one to look after him and probably hadn't washed since God knows when. Then as he turned to face her she could see just how much difficulty he had moving and couldn't help but feel some pity for him.

"Would you like a hand?" Mandy politely asked seeing him struggling to manoeuvre towards the living room door. Then just as she spoke he seemed to lose his footing and stumred forward towards her.

Instinctively she reached out to catch the frail old boy and as she did they both tumred to the floor. Now they found themselves on the floor, and with old Mr Granger on top Mandy was momentarily trapped. It was clearly an accident but instantly wondered if the miserable bad tempered old man would blame her. She knew how fragile the situation was and something as silly as this could cost her the deal.

She began to apologise, even though it wasn't her fault. At least he had landed on her so his fall was cushioned and he hadn't hopefully injured himself.

Of course different thoughts were racing through his mind as he suddenly found himself laying on top of this gorgeous girl, a position that he never imagined he would ever be in. All he could feel beneath him was her massive firm bust supporting his meagre weight. His body rolled about on what felt like two over inflated balloons as he tried (not too hard) to get to his feet.

With his face so close to hers and looking down into her big brown eyes old Ernie, never being one to miss a trick, was overwhelmed by the urge to kiss those beautiful moist young lips. He couldn't help it she was just so irresistible. So without a thought he acted on impulse and went to plant his foul old mouth over hers. As their lips made contact Mandy suddenly realised what was happening and went to push him off.

"No no! What are you doing?" Mandy cried as she struggled her way out from beneath him. "O...Oh my God...w....what on earth are you doing," she went on as she clambered to her feet leaving him in a heap on the floor.

"Can't blame a man for trying," he replied with an unbelievable arrogance.

"God you men are all the same!"

Mandy was angry at him for thinking he could get away with such a thing, but at the same time she was still aware of the deal and knew it more important than anything else.

She watched the arthritic old man trying to get to his feet and it was obvious he couldn't get back up on his own. Despite what had just happened the kind hearted girl couldn't just watch him, she had no choice, she had to help him up.

This was another chance for the dirty old pervert. As they both struggled he clung tightly to her as she pulled him up onto his knees. He grumred and groaned as she tried to lift him all the way to his feet. As he held onto her he again found it impossible to resist the urges surging through his feeble old body, he knew he would never again get the opportunity to have a girl like this holding him so close. With his arms around her waist and her bending at the middle to get him up he couldn't help but let his hands slip from her waist down over the smooth tight fabric of her skirt.

With Mandy not really aware of what he was doing old Ernie couldn't believe his luck as he felt his way over her hips, it felt incredible to have his hands on her. He thrilled at the unmistakeable outline of her suspenders under his fingertips and knew if he didn't try his luck further he would never get a chance like this again. So he stumred and groaned as a distraction as he craftily slid a hand around and down the steep slope of her ass.

"Are you okay?" Mandy asked now rather concerned that he may have hurt himself.

"Ouch! Oooh my back," the old man cried out as his face grimaced as if in a lot of pain. It was all a ploy to distract her further as he took the chance and slipped his hand over her lovely rounded buttocks. It was such a thrill as he felt his palm come to rest over one before gripping it firmly .

"HEY!" Mandy shouted as with one hand she pushed the offending arm away. "I'll thank you to stop that!"

The old man just smiled arrogantly as he again said, "like I said, can't blame a man for trying."

He was in heaven as he memorised the feel of that lovely firm round cheek in the palm of his arthritic old hand. "Well what do you expect wearing a skirt like that?"

"I don't expect to be pawed by a man of your age for a start," she quickly answered.

"Then don't wear such a short skirt," he said as his eyes went down her body, "mmmm and so tight too." As he spoke a filthy smile came over his face and Mandy felt sickened at the thought of what was obviously going through his mind.

"Shall we get back to the matter in hand?" She asked as she went through to the living room.

"I've got something you can take in hand," he replied with a suggestive arrogance.

"I thought you were a friend of my Mothers! What do you suppose she would say?" Mandy said sternly.

The old man didn't seem to care as he just smiled to himself in that arrogant way. "Seem to remember she was a cock teasing piece of ass too, a great fuck though if I remember rightly."

Mandy couldn't believe her ears and decided the best thing to do was try and ignore what he was saying, he was obviously just trying to get a reaction from her. It was a ploy that seemed to work as after a few moments awkward silence he went through and sat himself down at the dining table. As she followed him over to the table he snatched the paperwork out of her hand.

"Come on then, tell me again what you can offer?" He said in his usual grumpy fashion.

Mandy was pleased that they were now back on the subject of the deal and so began to explain again just what he was going to get. All the time she's talking Mandy looks the old man over with a renewed perspective of what sort of man he really was.

He was just so old, his skin was so white and wrinkly that he looked like someone who could draw his last breath at any minute. He had on a worn out old blue checked lumberjack style shirt that had clearly seen better days. With it he wore a pair of grey baggy joggers that were obviously easier and more comfortable than regular trousers, despite the fact that they looked ridiculous on such an old man, especially one wearing regular brown shoes. All his clothing looked as if he had been wearing it for a very long time, and the general bad odour he was giving off made her feel a little queasy. But she had a job to do and hadn't lost sight of the fact that if she closed this deal she was going to be something of a superstar to her bosses.

As she finished explaining the deal he asked her with a more sinister tone, "so what else can you offer?"

The way he looked her up and down as he spoke left her in no doubt what he was getting at.

"Um, well, that's about it really.......I think you'll find it is a very generous offer." Mandy nervously replied.

He just smiled showing her his gummy old mouth completely void of any teeth. "No, what else can YOU offer?"

She stepped back unsure what to say or do. "Er...n....nothing," was all she could muster.

There was a few moments awkward silence as the old man continued to look her over before realising he wasn't going to get any response to his very obvious hint.

"So, you got a boyfriend then?" The old guy asked out of the blue.

"I....er..." Before Mandy got the chance to answer he carried on.

"Yeah course you have, a hot piece of ass like you, bet they're falling over themselves."

Mandy didn't appreciate his crude comments, or his line of questioning. So, not knowing what to say she said nothing.

But still he continued.

"Bet he can't wait to get home to you every night," he went on. "Bet his hands are all over you soon as he walks in....eh?" He then laughed as if he was sort of joking, which Mandy knew he wasn't.

"Ah well, an old man like me can only dream of such things." There was again a moments silence as he seemed lost in thought before getting back to the job in hand. "So....have you got a pen then?" He suddenly asked holding out his hand.

Thinking he was about to sign the paperwork Mandy quickly unbuttoned her jacket and took a pen from her inside pocket.

"Holy Jesus!" He cried as his eyes widened at the sight he was presented with. Mandy realised straight away what she had done and could see his attention was suddenly back on her. It was obvious he was referring to her incredible 34GG bust that was now very obvious displayed to him in her nicely fitted white blouse.

"Bet your boyfriend can't keep his hands off those beauties!" He exclaimed. "What a lucky bastard!"

There was a silent pause before he again arrogantly tried his luck. "What about a quick feel?"

"Certainly not!" Mandy told him firmly. She was now getting tired of his relentless crude suggestions.

"Oh come on, it's won't hurt you."

"No! How dare you!" She snapped.

"Well what do you expect? Shouldn't have such big fuckin' knockers then should you!" He went on, as if it was her fault!

"Oh just give me the dam pen then!" He answered somewhat angrily. What a cheek, what had he got to be angry about? Mandy found his attitude unbelievable.

With that she handed him the pen. He left her holding it for a few seconds while he looked over the paperwork.

"What does this bit mean?"

The pretty 20 year old stepped up closer to see what he was referring to. As she leaned over he brought his hand up from the table in an attempt to touch one of those beautiful big tits that was now just inches above.

As the backs of his bent old fingers brushed against the fine white fabric of her blouse she instantly figured his game and quickly straightened up out of his reach. At the same moment she realised his other hand had somehow gotten behind her and as she stepped back the persistent old bugger grabbed the back of her thigh. In an instant his hand was heading upwards in an attempt to reach up the back of her skirt.

"For goodness sake!" Mandy cried as she stepped out of reach from his dirty groping hands.

His response surprised her. Rather than being apologetic or laughing it off as if he was only joking. He shifted around in his seat to face her as he told her not to be such a little tease. "Come and sit on my lap and we can fill this form in together," he suggested as he patted his lap.

That was it, she had had enough. She gathered up all the paperwork spun on her red stilettos and stormed out of the place.

All the way back she was wondering how her bosses would take the news that she had possibly blown the whole deal. But the more she ran it through in her mind the more she convinced herself that they would understand and maybe even sympathise with her and be angry at him............she couldn't have been more wrong.

She reported the events to her immediate superior who then got onto the phone to the top manager. Standing within earshot Mandy listened as the mornings events were explained. Then, all of a sudden she heard something that shocked and quite frankly frightened her.

"WHAT!" She heard the manager shout down the phone. "SIT ON HIS LAP? I DON'T CARE IF SHE HAS TO SIT ON HIS FUCKING FACE! TELL HER WE NEED THAT DEAL!"

The poor guy making the call was left red faced as after a few more choice words from the boss he put the phone down. "I don't think I need to tell you what he said."

"Er...n...no," she replied with her gaze downward to the floor.

"I would suggest you go back and try to salvage this mess, before we're all looking for another job."

Realising just how serious the situation was Mandy had no choice other than to apologise before agreeing to go back to see old Ernie to try and save the deal.

In the meantime back at the house the old man had dozed off as he was prone to doing at his age. After an hour or so he awoke on his moth eaten old sofa with an erection and his mind filled with thoughts of Mandy. He even wondered for a moment if she really existed or whether he had just dreamt of her. But as he came round he realised she was indeed real as he excitedly recounted every detail.

Soon he found himself in a state of arousal like he hadn't experienced for quite some time. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic waist of his filthy old joggers and lifted them down exposing his smelly underpants. His old cock was rock hard and formed an impressive tent, quite a remarkable thing for a man in his eighties. He smiled at the all too familiar wet patch of pre-cum that had seeped into the grubby old cotton.

"Oh you horny little bitch, see what you've done to me," he whispered to himself.

His mind was spinning with thoughts of the gorgeous young creature and her devastatingly curvaceous body. He just couldn't believe that she was Alimisters flower, and even more to the point she was just as sexy if not more so! It was as if fate was playing some sort of game with him. The memory of that night with Alimister, as you would expect, has remained with him to this day. It was simply the most incredible experience of his life. Girls like that are well beyond the reach of men like him, and would only ever exist in their lust fuelled dreams and fantasies. Yet here again was a girl being presented to him that simply defied belief.

But in a way he saw it as a cruel trick, a reminder of what he could never have no matter how much he longed for it. He encounter with Alimister was like a jackpot win on the lottery, and that's something that never happens twice. But his imagination still served him well and as he recounted what had just happened he placed a cushion over his lap and closed his eyes as he pressed it hard against his erection.

"Mmmm oooh those tits, those lovely big tits," the toothless old boy muttered as he began to imagine how they would feel in his hands. "Oh and that short tight skirt, ooooh you lovely cock teasing bitch," he went on with her picture still clear in his mind. Then he suddenly remembered the glimpse of stocking top and rubbed the cushion harder against himself as he tried to imagine what sort of underwear she would be wearing under that sexy red uniform.

The dirty sex starved old pensioner would have given anything to see this beautiful busty blond girl peel away her clothing and reveal the pretty lace garments he knew she had to be wearing underneath. His cock throbbed like it hadn't in a very long time as excitedly the old boy threw the cushion aside and pulled his underpants down to his knees.

He admired the angry purple swell of the head of his cock along with the incredible hardness of its deeply ridged shaft. He couldn't remember the last time he felt such excitement and knew this was a time to forget the discomfort in his arthritic old hands, there was a far greater urgency to relieve the pressure in his balls.

"Ooh see what you do you teasing bitch," he again muttered convinced she had to know the affect she would have had. Then, just as he gripped the dirty stinking old thing in his crippled hands, there came a knock at the door.

"SHIT BUGGER DAM!" Ernie shouted angrily. "WHAT? IT'S OPEN FOR CHRIS SAKE!" He hurriedly pulled his trousers and underpants back up angry at having what would undoubtedly have been his best wank in a very long time disturbed.

His anger soon evaporated away when he heard the voice in the hall. "It...it's me, Mandy, f...from the agents.....sorry to bother you again."

The sound of her voice was like music to his ears and as the living room door opened he thought his cock might spontaneously explode right there and then. She was back, only this time in the warmth of the afternoon she had left her jacket in the car. The sight of this prettiest of girls in a white blouse that could barely contain the most magnificent set of jugs imaginable was almost too much to comprehend. Her slender waist and figure hugging skirt displaying the most amazingly curvaceous hour glass figure he could ever remember seeing.

"Sorry to disturb you," Mandy started, "but I....." It was at that moment her gaze fell upon the enormous tent in his tatty old grey joggers. "Oh I....I see it's not a good time, I....er, I'll come back later."

The dirty old pervert thought quickly, this deal was obviously very important, probably more so than he had ever realised. She must have been sent back, there was no way she would have come of her own accord. He seized the opportunity.

"Look!" He barked. "I'm not going to be messed around, either we sort this deal now or it's off! Now either leave or shut the door and come and sit down!"

Mandy paused for a moment unsure what to do. She could see the old man was clearly in an excited state and experience had taught her only too well what that meant. But ultimately she knew she had two choices, either stay and try to get this deal sorted, or turn and leave. The second wasn't an option, not if she wanted to save her job, and just as importantly it seems the jobs of her colleagues.

So, reluctantly, she stepped forward with the document clasped firmly in her hands and sat herself on the edge of the sofa. Not wanting to upset or anger the old man she smiled a sort of sweet yet clearly uncomfortable smile at him. He responded by turning in his seat to face her before looking her up and down, concentrating on her bust for a few seconds before looking down at her short skirt stretched tightly across her lap.

"I...I've got all the paperwork here," the lovely 20 year old said as she handed the papers to him.

"We'll go through that in a minute or two," he answered as he took them and placed them on the arm of the sofa just behind him, "there's plenty of time for that."

As he spoke he placed one of his bony old hands on her knee. Mandy didn't know what to do, should she repeat the mistake she made earlier by upsetting him and swatting his hand away? Or should she pretend she doesn't mind in the hope that by being nice he'll sign the deal?

Ernie took confidence from her lack of any reaction and did what anyone would do, he began to feel his way around her knee before slowly gliding his palm back and forth along the top of her thigh. Mandy tried to keep talking about the business in hand trying to act as if she hadn't noticed what he was doing.

Unfortunately he was overwhelmed and almost unable to believe what she was letting him get away with. He loved the sensual feel of the silky smooth nylon stockings that coated her firm young thighs. Growing braver by the minute he grunted yes and no answers to what she was saying, obviously not paying any attention at all, as his hand moved further along her thigh towards the hem of her skirt.

Mandy fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat hoping that he wouldn't go too far, but of course she was kidding herself. The old man licked the saliva from his lips as his twisted old fingertips crept under her skirt. He couldn't help himself as he muttered, "ooh yes lovely...lovely." Soon his fingers had completely disappeared from sight and Mandy could feel them exploring her stocking tops until they touched her lace suspenders. "Oh yes, oh my word yes," he sighed with a filthy grin on his old face.

He was very obviously turned on and Mandy didn't want things to go too far. So in an instant she leapt to her feet and thinking quickly suggested she make them both a cup of tea.

But the old boy was having none of it and, grabbing her by the wrist, told her to sit back down. She felt the anger in his surprisingly strong grip and tried to pull away.

"Now let's stop messing around," he shouted. As he did he pulled her towards him and in her high heels lost her footing and stumred forward landing face down across his lap with her ass in the air. In the mayhem her skirt had ridden up exposing her stockings and suspenders. As Mandy struggled to get back to her feet she felt the old mans arm across her back effectively pinning her down where she was.

"Ha ha," he laughed as he smacked her ass with his free hand. "My you are a feisty young thing."

His cock was as hard as hell and Mandy could feel it digging into her stomach. The old mans excitement reached a new high and in his arrogance thought nothing of holding her still while he freely fondled her lovely firm young ass. It felt so good. Just to be touching such perfection would have been enough, but he was squeezing and groping it, first one cheek then the other, it was just the most incredible thrill.

Still Mandy struggled to get back to her feet and old Ernie took the obvious opportunity that was presented to him. He grabbed the hem of her skirt and pushed it up completely exposing the most beautiful ass he had ever seen encased in the prettiest silk and lace panties.

"Oh my God!" He cried. "Oh yes yes yes." With that he grabbed a good fistful of firm round ass cheek and gave it a mighty squeeze. "Ooh you cheeky fuckin' bitch!" He went on.

She was just irresistible, he couldn't help himself as he groped and worryed the unbelievable gift that was being offered to him. He was amazed at just how smooth round and firm her gorgeous young cheeks were, they felt like nothing on earth.

Salivating like a hungry old pig he powerd his crooked old fingers between her tightly clamped legs in an attempt to get near to her pussy. "Hee hee, ooh yes come on come on," he went on as he rubbed the white lace crotch of her panties hard against her moistening lips.

Mandy couldn't believe it, even though she had seen it all before. Her body seemed to get turned on by this treatment. She could never understand it, this vile old man was disgusting, but still the urges welled up inside her.

"No stop stop!" Mandy cried as she writhed and squirmed until eventually and with great effort she managed to slide off his lap and landed on the floor in front of him. Thinking she had managed to free herself from his assault she paused a moment in order to catch her breath, but this proved to be a big mistake.

The old man took the opportunity and followed her sliding off the sofa and onto his knees beside her. Realising what was happening she turned to face him and soon found he was on top of her powering her onto her back. Suddenly he was all over her, it was as if his disabling illness had just evaporated away.

"Get off me!" Mandy cried as he held her to the floor and his vile toothless old mouth began kissing and slobbering all over her pretty young face. The adrenalin surging through his body seemed to give him a huge boost in strength and energy.

"Ooh tits tits ooh yeah lovely big tits," he moaned as he brought his hands up and started to squeeze and maul her magnificent bust through her crisp white blouse. He was beyond all self control. He couldn't believe his luck as his hands roamed all over those magnificently huge young knockers. He sunk his arthritic old fingers deep into the flesh as he massaged them roughly stunned at just how incredibly firm they felt.

"Oh at last at last oooh so fuckin' big," he went on with an ever increasing tone of desperation as he squeezed them hard before tugging at the buttons of her blouse. "Oooh I want to see them ooh yes come on come on," he puffed as he pulled the front of her blouse apart sending buttons flying everywhere.

"No get off! Get off!" Mandy cried, but with his whole weight on her it was proving almost impossible to push him off. It was then she felt him reach down and it didn't take long before she realised what he was doing. He had somehow managed to pull his jogging bottoms part way down together with his underpants and was now puffing and panting trying to pull her skirt up.

"Oh no you don't!" Mandy said with a renewed determination. Then with a rush of adrenalin of her own and one almighty shove she pushed the filthy sweaty old man off and quickly scramred out of his reach.

She got to her feet and rushed over to the door. She stood there a moment and tried to compose herself while catching her breath. She quickly smoothed her skirt back down in place, but her blouse was now missing the top four buttons. The trouble is when you have a massive pair of 34GGs trying to bust their way out that's a major problem. There was nothing she could do as she just stood there with her huge boobs displayed for all to see in their beautiful white lace bra. She again tugged the hem of her skirt down to make sure it covered her stocking tops. She knew how she looked and was unsure what to do or how to deal with the situation she now found herself in.

The old man reached for a dining chair that was next to him and slowly managed to pull himself up onto his feet. He was a truly disgusting sight with his grubby old grey joggers and equally grubby old underpants rolled down to his bony white knees. His cock stood out straight in front of him proud and extremely hard surrounded at its base by a thick forest of matted grey hair. The tip was the deepest purple and swollen beyond belief. It jerked and twitched as if it had a mind of its own while at the same time from the pee slit it trickled clear slimy fluid. It was clear to see, (as if there were any doubt), what was on his mind.

Mandy backed up nervously towards the door. "L....look, let's forget what just happened and if you sign the papers we can say no more about it." She knew from experience that this was a bit of a long shot, but she couldn't think what else to say.

Ernie just sat himself on the chair taking a moment to catch his breath. "I don't think so," came his reply, "what do you expect me to do with this!" He gestured towards the huge erection, "look at my hands."

The pretty blond looked as he held them up, his fingers twisted out of shape by the arthritis that afflicted his 82 year old body.

"I need help!" He went on as he sat back in the chair spreading his legs apart. "Well? Come on then!" The old man snapped as if it was all her fault and it was down to her to sort his predicament.

"W....what? Y...you want me to...." Mandy began.

"Well I can't do it myself can I? Not with these hands!" There was a pause. "If you're not going to help me then just take these papers and sod off!" With that he placed his hand on the papers where they sat on the table and angrily flung them over the edge.

"I....well, I don't know what...." She started to say before he interrupted her.

"Well come on then!" He said even though she hadn't even made her decision. "I'm sure your hands are far more capable than mine!"

What could she do? Leave? Of course not! That just wasn't an option. She knew ultimately this deal had to be sealed, it was an impossible situation. In her shocked state her feet seemed rooted to the spot, she couldn't move.

He took the fact that she hadn't left as a green light and leaning on the table slowly pulled himself to his feet. Taking small shuffling steps with his joggers and pants still down around his knees he edged his way closer to her unaided by his walking frame. His eyes were fixed on the exposed lace bra crammed full to bursting point with the most incredible set of knockers imaginable.

The vision of Mandy still in that sexy little skirt and stockings only now with her white blouse open wide and those huge tits thrusting forward like a pair of over inflated balloons was all the encouragement he needed. It seemed like ages but in fact it was less than a minute before he reached out and placed his old hand on her shoulder for support. Mandy was backed up against the door with nowhere to go, she was trapped.

"Now are you going to be a good girl?" Ernie asked her as he shuffled ever closer.

"P....please," she whispered as tears began to well in her pretty eyes, "p....please don't."

"Now come on, nobody's going to hurt you," he told her as he eyed up her fantastic cleavage licking his lips. "I only want to touch you, you wouldn't deny an old man that would you? I mean you wouldn't be that selfish....would you?" As his words trailed off he buried his face in her sweetly scented neck and began to kiss her. His twisted creepy old hands came up and cupped her massive young breasts. "Ooooooh yes yes yes," his mumred into her neck as he began to fondle them in their gorgeous white lace bra.

Mandy could do nothing other than to again beg him to stop which she tried time and time again. But she knew it was useless, he would never stop, he had already gone too far, she had seen it all before. She closed her eyes and tried to put her mind somewhere else as the creepy disgusting old man grew more and more excited from worrying her voluptuous firm young body. Slowly he rubbed his erection up and down against her while one hand crept around behind and fondled her ass.

"Oh God you lovely fresh young thing," he whispered as he moved his face across hers and placed his dirty old lips over hers. "Mmmmmmm," he groaned as he excitedly slobbered all over her soft sweet mouth. The old man was in heaven as he massaged her lovely big tits with one hand and her firm ripe ass with the other.

Mandy knew she had to get him off her as he roughly began trying to pull at her bra. Being part of an expensive set she didn't want the fine garment ruined by this clumsy ham-fisted old perverts attempts to get it off. The stench of his body odour combined with his breath was going to make her sick, it was all getting out of hand, she had to take control. She knew there was only one thing she could do. She had to finish him off as quickly and painlessly as possible, it was the only way.

"L...let's move over to the sofa," she said as she tried to gently push him away while being careful not to upset the volatile old boy.

He didn't need asking twice. All the standing was difficult for him and now it sounded as though she was now going to play ball, this was a dream come true.

With a little help from his busty blond victim old Ernie managed to shuffle his way over and sit himself back down on the moth eaten old piece of furniture. Mandy could still turn and run, but there was no point, she had come this far and hopefully in just a few minutes it would all be over and she could leave with the signed papers.

As the old boy relaxed back into the sofa Mandy had a good idea from the state of his throbbing dribbling cock that it probably wouldn't take much to get it all over with.

Arrogantly he lay himself down along the full length of the sofa as if it was now up to her to take control. Of course she knew what needed to be done and so she stepped up alongside him and looked down at the disgusting shrivelled old man expectantly waiting with his drooling mouth hanging wide open. Mandy knew the drill by now and in an attempt to save her expensive bra from being destroyed she reluctantly pulled the huge lace cups down and lifted her magnificent breasts out.

"Oh my God!" Was all he could muster as his eyes bulged from their sockets. Her breasts were simply like nothing on earth. They looked so big and heavy yet perfectly shaped and thrusting forward as if they were weightless. He had never seen anything like it as her nipples stood out hard and proud, a sign, as he chose to see it, that she had to be excited too.

Mandy felt sick as she gently knelt down on the floor alongside him, her huge naked boobs now right in front of his face. "I....if I do this you'll sign the papers....deal?"

"Oh yes....deal....DEAL!" Ernie excitedly replied his eyes fixed on the phenomenal jugs now right in front of his nose.

The pretty 20 year old looked along the old mans body until she found herself staring at the painful looking erection that stood up hard and proud. While trying to think of something far less unpleasant she reached her hand out to it. As her fingertips brushed across it the old man suddenly let out a cry and grabbed her tits in his hands before biting down hard with his gums onto one of her nipples. Mandy leaned further forward shoving her breasts into his dirty ugly face as she took a firm hold of his smelly old cock. Clear slimy fluid trickled from its swollen purple head which Mandy gently smeared around all over it with her thumb.

His balls seemed to spontaneously dance up and down in their sack as if they had a mind of their own. He groaned over and over as her thumb continued to circle the over sensitive glands, the more she did the more smelly fluid seemed to dribble from it.

"Oh you beautiful thing oh my yes yes don't stop," he moaned as he desperately fondled and squeezed her massive tits all over. "Mmmmmmm," he went on as he sunk his old gums into their firm ripeness licking and slobbering like a disgusting old dog. Ernie couldn't believe what was happening, this was like all of his dreams come true and he was making the absolute most of it.

Mandy could see that it was all too much for the horrible old man and despite the fact that he disgusted her she couldn't help but get a little pleasure from seeing the affect she was having on him. All his arrogance and grumpy attitude seemed to vanish and were replaced by a desperate quivering wreck of a man who was now firmly under her control. She couldn't understand it as her own unexplainable sexual urges grew at seeing his almost unbearable state of excitement. She wanted to tease him, both as a way of making him suffer but also to satisfy her own growing urges.

But for old Ernie it was all about to come to an all too quick yet explosive end. The feel of her soft sweet hand on his throbbing erection was too much, especially combined with the teasing trick she was pulling with her thumb as she continued to circle it over his slimy wet glands. Suddenly his old legs began to twitch as he drew his knees up. Mandy watched his old balls rise as they tightened up, she knew what was about happen.....and she wasn't wrong.

"Oh God yes! Oh God don't stop don't stop!" Ernie said desperately with ever quickening breaths. The sensation in his cock was incredible as at long last he felt the massive contents of his balls begin powering their way up through it.

"Oh fuck these big fuckin' tits!" The old man puffed as he squashed them together hard sinking his twisted old fingers deeply into the firm mass of flesh while rubbing his filthy old face all over them.

"AAAAARGH YES YES YES AAAAAARGH YES!!!!!" He cried out as all of a sudden a huge rope of thick stinking spunk surged high into the air. The old man cried out as Mandys thumb gently continued rubbing the underside of his bulbous swollen cock head. As a second and a third rope quickly followed she tightened her grip around his shaft and pumped it hard. This was pure heaven for old Ernie as an endless amount of stored up spunk was finally released from his long suffering balls.

As Mandy worked her magic fingers up and down his pulsating cock the old pervert was gorging on her beautiful naked breasts, groping and massaging them all over as he sucked and chewed first one nipple then the other with his drooling toothless old mouth.

All too soon the lovely Mandy was squeezing the final drops of sperm from a very grateful and satisfied Ernie. Expertly she carried on masturbating the old boy getting gradually slower and slower until she was sure he had nothing left to give.

As she stopped and held her hand to look at it dripping in an old mans sperm she felt a mixture of feelings. Firstly disgust at what he had just made her do, but also a strange satisfaction at knowing what a relief it must have been for him and how much he must have enjoyed it.

Ernie seemed too exhausted to move as he finally released her breasts from his vice-like grip and lay there catching his breath. Mandy got to her feet and went through to the kitchen to wash her hands.

Unable to help himself the dirty old sod watched her generous shapely bum swaying in that tight red skirt, and as he did he realised far from being spent she was still getting him excited.

Obviously he was in a state of virtual disbelief at what had just happened, it was more than he would have ever dared dream of. But this was an opportunity, one that most people never get in an entire lifetime, girls like Mandy truly are one in a million and he certainly would never be in this position again. So he knew it was unfair on the poor girl but he wanted more, much more.

"Are you now ready to finally sign these papers then?" Mandy enquired as she came back into the room.

"Oh...er...yes yes, of course lets have them then," he answered as he pulled his jogging bottoms and underpants back up and shuffled over to sit himself at the table. The pretty young girl hoped that he was now going to honour his word so she could finally leave.

Mandy, feeling safer now, stood alongside him. Even with her tits back in her bra but the missing buttons of her blouse still leaving everything exposed she was sure she would be safe. But she underestimated just what a sex starved old pervert Ernie was, she had no idea that just by standing so close to him something was already starting to stir.

"Oh what's that?" he suddenly enquired noticing something on her skirt.

"What?"

"That!" Ernie went on pointing at it, "looks like we've made a bit of a mess."

Mandy looked down to see a rather large sticky patch of sperm all down the side of it. "Oh dam! That's going to stain!" She sounded rather upset, partly because the skirt will be ruined but more because she would have to explain what it was when she got back to the office.

"Take it off and go soak it in the kitchen sink," he told her. Seeing the look on her face he carried on, "don't worry I haven't got it in me again, besides what choice do you have if you want to save it, I've got an old dryer out there too."

Mandy knew he was right, she didn't want to take it off in front of him, but at the same time she couldn't go back like it as it was pretty obvious what it was. So after a few moments debating with herself she reached behind and unfastened the zipper, what choice did she have? Stepping away from the old man, just in case, she slipped the skirt down to the floor and stepped out of it.

This was all Ernie needed. The sight of this girl in her stockings suspenders and matching panties was too much. Add to this the blouse held together by just two buttons at the bottom so her bra was on full display, she was basically standing there in just her underwear and nothing else! His ancient old cock stiffened rapidly in his underpants and it was then he knew he was going to have to fuck her, no hand jobs this time, he needed to take this one last chance to feel his cock inside a tight young pussy!

Unaware of what was on his mind the still ridiculously naive girl took her skirt through to the kitchen to wash it in the sink. The dirty scheming old pervert chewed hard on his bottom lip when he saw her cheeky buttocks in the white lace panties she was wearing. What a shape, her body was almost too good to be true. But true it was and he couldn't wait a moment longer, he knew what he wanted and he was sure he was going to get it, no matter what she may say!

He reached inside his joggers and gave himself a little rub as he watched her through the opened kitchen door standing at the sink. Seeing her sideways on he couldn't picture a more impressive sight. The provocative way her ass thrust out was unbelievable especially when coupled with the sight of her huge tits bouncing and swaying in front of her, she really was a true wonder of nature.

After a minute or two she took the soaking skirt out of the sink and as she threw it into the dryer she suddenly realised the potential position she could be in. The dial said it would take 20 minutes, she couldn't just stand around in her underwear for 20 minutes!

That's when the old man called her back through to the front room to ask her where he was to sign the papers.

"At last," Mandy thought to herself as she hurried back in to show him. She looked like a cock teasing porn star in her stockings and suspenders with her tits bouncing and swaying heavily in her bra as she hurried in.

"Here, here, and here," she said as she leant over the table alongside him pointing out where on the papers.

"Mmmmm....what about here?" Ernie said as without warning he brought his hand up between her legs and pressed against her panty covered pussy.

Mandy quickly jumped back out of his reach, "look you promised!"

"I know I know," he answered in a slightly annoyed tone, "and I will sign, but I just need one more favour...."

"What?" Mandy replied, as if she didn't know.

A smile came across his dirty old face as he eyed her up and down. "You are just so gorgeous," he whispered as he reached forwards, "come on, be a good girl". Mandy didn't know what to do think as his creepy old hands began to feel their way up and down her stocking clad thighs. Again she suddenly stepped back and tried ordering him to stop. But the old man wasn't interested in what she wanted and honestly didn't care what she thought, he had just one thing on his mind.

He then turned back to the table and picked the pen up, holding it awkwardly in his twisted old fingers and signed the first part of the forms. "There you go," he said, "now your turn to do something for me."
The pretty blond didn't even have to ask what that favour might be, it was written all over his filthy smug face. She had been here so many times before and knew that if he didn't get what he wanted everything she had done up until now would have all been for nothing.

While she took a moment to think old Ernie pulled himself back to his feet and, using the table for support, shuffled towards her. Before she could object or even speak he somehow managed to pin her against the table with his arms either side of her and started trying to kiss her.

"Look...n....no!" She said as he reached around her waist and grabbed her ass in his hand. Clawing at her panties he began to rub himself up against her.

"Oh yes come on, just this one thing," he wheezed as he grew more and more excited. As he spoke he tried turning her to face the table. "Come on come on, " he insisted as he tried to push her face down across it.

Mandy could see what he wanted and despite her reluctance she knew that her choices were still the same. She could see no point in putting up a fight, if he didn't get his way then she would have failed. So, still voicing her objections she hesitantly rested her elbows on the table and in doing so thrust her ass out towards him.

"Oh yes look at that," he whispered as his hands roamed all over the gorgeous ripe pair of cheeks. "You cock teasing little bitch!"

Mandy felt sick as she allowed this disgusting old pervert to worry her all over. His hands were everywhere, groping her ass, squeezing and fondling her tits, rubbing up and down her thighs, and finally between her legs.

"Ooh open up," he grunted as Mandy felt his foot kick against the inside of hers.

Resigned to her fate and just wanting to get it all over with she did as he asked. Groans of delight came from behind her as she felt his bent old fingers rub her pussy through her panties. She could hear his heavy breathing, he kept muttering, "yes yes oh yes," over and over. She knew what was coming and sure enough he had soon worked his way past the white lace gusset and began to finger her moist lips.

"P....please don't," she again begged. But it fell on deaf ears as without warning he slipped two fingers inside her.

"Oh fuck yes!" Ernie cried as he pushed them up her as deeply as they would go. "You're soaking you little slut," and with that he began squirming them around inside her trying to reach as far as he could.

Mandy couldn't help herself as she let out a quiet moan. She knew it was wrong, she really didn't want this, but at the same time she couldn't help the feelings inside, it just felt so good. Instinctively and without even thinking what she was doing she arched her back and pushed her ass back against him in an attempt to get them even deeper. "Oh God," she quietly sighed.

She may have been quiet but Ernie heard and so knowing full well that this was his golden opportunity he suddenly started ramming his fingers in and out of her. This took the lovely 20 year old completely by surprise and she let out a loud gasp as her legs instantly buckled beneath her. She hung onto the table as the dirty old sod finger fucked her as hard and fast as he could. Seizing the chance every couple of thrusts he powerd his fingers as deep inside her as he could and wiggled them around.

He could feel she was becoming wetter and wetter and knew that the moment had come. He pulled his fingers out and thrust his old joggers and pants down his hairy old thighs before taking aim and driving his cock straight up inside her glistening slit.

It all happened in a matter of seconds and took Mandy completely by surprise. Struggling to catch her breath she was surprised at how big his cock felt as it powered its way into her.

Meanwhile the old boy couldn't believe his luck, her tight wet pussy felt like nothing on earth as he lay his weight across her and reached under to grope her tits. Grunting and groaning he salivated all over her back as he pummelled her with all his strength. Unfortunately he knew his weak old body wouldn't allow him to continue in this position for much longer and he could feel his legs trembling with a mixture of both excitement and age.

So, almost as quickly as he started, he began to slow. Mandy didn't know what was happening, she was now at a point where she needed to carry on, stopping wasn't an option. But the excitement was too much and the frail old man knew if he didn't at least pause for a rest he could collapse.......or even worse!

So, coughing and wheezing, the 82 year old pulled out and reached for the sofa behind him. But with his trembling old legs unable to support his weight he simply crumpled to the floor.

Mandy turned to see if he was alright. He seemed fine with the soft carpet breaking his fall and she watched him roll onto his back with his trousers and underpants around his ankles and his erection as big and stiff as ever. He looked at her and surprisingly apologised. "Sorry," he puffed, "but I just can't stay on my feet for that long."

The old man knew she was now turned on and would probably need satisfying somehow, but he wasn't prepared for what happened next!

She slipped her panties off, removed her blouse, and unhooked her bra and threw it on the table. He just lay there looking up at her with his mouth hanging wide open and his eyes out on stalks. He had never seen a more incredible sight in all his life. "Oh my God!" Came the stunned whisper as Mandy approached him with her big naked tits swaying gently before her.

"Oh you bastard," she said unable to take her eyes of his dirty gnarled old cock standing up like a totem pole. It was so swollen and thick that the dark purple head looked like it could actually explode. The deep ridges and thick veins that ran up and down its impressive length may have looked ugly but Mandy knew what they did to a girl. She needed satisfaction, and that was all that mattered.

Without another word she stepped across him and stood with her feet either side of his head. Unable to resist the temptation to tease the old pervert she lowered herself down until she was squatting with her pussy just above his face. She closed her eyes as his tongue came out and ran along her sweet moist lips.

"Ooh lovely lovely," the old boy groaned as she lowered herself further allowing his tongue to invade her now soaking cunt. Expertly he lapped away at it driving her crazy. At the same time his hands cupped her ass cheeks and circled round and round them feeling their gloriously firm shape. More and more desperately he licked and slobbered at her pussy revelling in the taste of the sweet juices that now poured from within.

Mandy saw his cock bobbing and swaying as it throbbed excitedly, his old balls again twitched uncontrollably in their hairy old sack, she knew he was desperate...........and to be honest so was she.

"Mmmm you dirty old bastard," she said as she raised herself back up to her full height and looked down at him. "You just can't help yourself can you?" All the time she's speaking she's positioning herself over his throbbing erection. "Just can't resist a young girl like me, can you," she said as she brings her hands up to cup her massive breasts. "I don't suppose you can even wank yourself off with those hands. Ooh you must be so frustrated!"

"Oh God please please." The tables had turned, it was the old man now doing the begging. "Oh don't tease me you bitch, please I'm begging you please!"

With that Mandy watched the old mans face, taking great pleasure in the expression all over it as she squatted lower and lower until her pussy lips finally touched the very tip of his cock. He looked as if in pain, but she knew it was years of pent up frustration and like the real tease we know her to be she licked around her lovely soft red lips and gently squeezed her breasts as her pussy slowly began to sink down over his desperate erection.

The old man let out a long heavy groan of pleasure at feeling the tight grip of her pussy walls as it engulfed his manhood.

Mandy too was experiencing a much needed satisfaction as she eventually came to rest on his balls and the huge great thing filled her to the hilt. Without any further playing around she raised herself back up it before again impaling herself down onto it. Quicker and quicker she went as she began to ride him like a stallion bouncing herself up and down on him as if her life depended on it. From the squatting position she was in she fell forward onto her knees causing her massive knockers to tumble into his face. Saving herself by putting her hands on the floor either side of his head she dangled them like a true tease.

The old man was now out of control and without hesitation he grabbed them and stuffed them into his toothless old mouth, first one then the other. With a renewed energy he began ramming himself up into her, his balls flailed all over the place slapping against her ass as the sound of her wetness echoed around the room.

"Oh suck them you fuckin' old pervert," Mandy cried, "suck my big fuckin' tits you dirty fuckin' bastard!" Her sudden foul mouthed rant surprised the old man, but with her now cramming her tits into his face he was free to reach behind and grab at her ass.

With a cheek filling each hand he squeezed and massaged them, pulling them apart and then squashing them together as his cock thundered in and out of her. He couldn't have asked for more, it was like every fantasy he had ever had come true.

As his balls tightened he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Mandy too was reaching the climax she so desperately needed. The sloshing and slapping sound grew faster and louder as they pounded into each other. Old Ernie looked up at the most beautiful young face he had ever seen and released her huge boobs from his mouth. As if Mandy knew what he wanted she amazingly brought her face down to his and with an open mouth kissed him. The old man groaned with pleasure as he kissed her back, her sweet pretty mouth was so soft and succulent. He was so excited and desperate that he tried to devour it completely, his tongue entwining around hers like a snake.

Mandy took no notice, she was lost in the throws of her ever building orgasm. With the two of them moaning and groaning as they used each others bodies it soon came to the point of no return.

"OH FUCK I'M GUNNA COME!" Ernie cried out as he felt his cock begin to pulsate.

"Oh go on then, come you bastard, fill me with your dirty spunk!" Mandy replied though gritted teeth as she slammed her cunt up and down on his huge hard cock.

"UH UH UH UH," cried Ernie as he at last felt the unmistakable opening of the flood gates. There was no stopping now as in a matter of just a few seconds Mandys cunt was suddenly being pumped full of thick hot steaming sperm.

"Oh yes yes," she cried as she felt the orgasm rush down her body to meet the invading torrent. Over and over Ernie raised his bony old ass up off the floor to ram himself deep into the lovely Mandy as she ground herself against him.

"OH FUCK!" They both said almost simultaneously as they felt the mix of their juices deep within the pretty young blond. It was incredible, more and more spunk followed until she was so deluged that despite the tight fit it oozed from her running down over his balls. For Ernie it was the most incredible feeling he could ever remember, even better than his time with Alimister. He had never produced so much spunk, not once but twice! An amazing feat for an 82 year old man, but then maybe that's the affect of a girl like Mandy.

Soon they came to a standstill and, after taking a good minute or two to allow their respective organs to calm down, Mandy lifted herself off the exhausted old boy.

Without a word she went and retrieved her skirt from the dryer and dressed herself before coming back and helping Ernie back to his feet.

To be fair he was true to his word and he signed the papers as promised and everyone was left satisfied that they had got what they had wanted...

The recent encounter with Ernie had left Mandy questioning many things about herself. She knew deep down she had always enjoyed being a tease. Even way back when she first encountered old George she knew she got a certain thrill from seeing the affect she had on him, and this thrill was something that had been becoming more and more obvious as time went on.

She knew all the men she had encountered were disgusting, but at the same time she also knew that if she had really and truly wanted to she could have refused their demands, surely that's what most people would have done! So why didn't she? After all she was a beautiful 20 year old blond with a body that staggered everyone she met, she could have literally any man she wanted without question. So what was it about these dirty sad old men that she despised without question that left her feeling so aroused?

The answers to these questions were staring her in the face, they always really had been, but she only began to accept it one morning as she awoke from a deep and satisfying relax. As is often the case she couldn't remember what she had dreamt about, all she knew was that whatever it was it had left her feeling very moist between the legs. So much so that the lovely 20 year old needed to play with herself to bring about a quick and desperately needed orgasm before she could even get out of bed.

This was when, for the first time, she had the courage and self honesty to accept the answer to the question that had been bugging her for so long. As she brought herself to a very powerful climax she saw the faces of all the sad and lonely old men flash before her eyes. Every one of them appeared a disgusting and filthy specimen of a man, not the sort that you would normally expect a pretty young thing like Mandy to think of when needing to fulfil her sexual urges. It was then that the reamister hit her, of course, it suddenly seemed so obvious. It wasn't their ugly faces that excited her........what she truly found exciting was the expressions on them!!!

You see she knew just what a sexy girl she was, and she knew the almost unbearable temptation these men felt when in her presence. At the same time she knew just how deprived and desperate dirty ugly old men like these had to be, which led to them being ultimately so incredibly grateful. They would have dreamt of girls like her so many times, and they would know they would have more chance of flying to the moon than ever even meeting one. Then she would come along like an answer to their prayers, with the gift of her incredible body being flaunted before them like some sort of dream.

They couldn't help being the way they were, they were only human and still had the same urges as any younger man. The trouble was they were never given the opportunity to vent them in the same way. This was what made them more grateful, and it was that gratitude and disbelief that she saw in every one of their lust fuelled faces.

So, still feeling incredible horny and with these thoughts flying around in her head, Mandy dressed for work. Even yet she debated with herself whether to even consider giving in to her true desires or not, after all the very idea was almost perverse. She knew it was wrong and anyone would be disgusted if they knew, but she couldn't help but wonder about the satisfaction she might get from teasing some poor unfortunate.

It was a lovely sunny day and as she made her way on the bus to work she was soon presented with a situation that she could maybe use to try out her theory. She wasn't going to throw herself at anyone, but she did wonder if she might get a small thrill from teasing some poor unsuspecting guy.

Mandy wore her estate agents uniform as usual but being a hot day she had decided not to wear her jacket. She knew how she looked in the crisp white blouse that hugged her figure tightly as it struggled to contain that massive pair of 34GGs. Her short red skirt too attracted a lot of attention, the tightly fitting garment displaying the most incredibly sexy ass imaginable. As a change from the usual, and partly because of the way she was feeling, she wore a fine pair of black seamed stockings that looked so sexy with the red of her skirt.

It was standing room only, as always, and Mandy had noticed while waiting at the bus stop a scruffy old man that she guessed to be about 50 - 60 with his dull and dreary looking wife. He looked familiar and after pondering why for a moment she realised she had often seen him walk by her house.

She caught him craftily eyeing her up, not in an obvious way, more in a sneaky terrified of being caught sort of way. There was nothing unusual about this, it happened all the time with men of every age. But this man looked a bit of a sad old boy with nothing much going for him. It was obvious too that his wife looked like the typical sort of old battleaxe that had long since closed the door on any sort of sexual activity. He wasn't doing anything wrong, most other men at the stop had checked her out too. But he was obviously being careful though in case the wife caught him looking.

Mandy actually felt a little sorry for the bespectacled little man while at the same time having to stop herself from giggling as she looked him over. He wore a pair of old khaki shorts that hung baggy around his scrawny white legs. On his feet he wore grey ankle socks and open toed sandals, not a good look. He had on a plain white t-shirt that had obviously had all the shape washed out of it as it didn't seem to fit all that well. The most noticeable thing though was his greasy grey hair, or rather its style. He was obviously bald on top but had combed his hair forward from halfway down the back of his head, it looked quite ridiculous.

Everything about him looked old and tired and rather sad, from the scruffy baggy old shorts to the ludicrous comb over. The sight of Mandy in her work attire was probably the highlight of his day. Every time she glanced in his direction he quickly looked away, it was obvious that he couldn't take his eyes off her....and who could really blame him.

His wife had managed to get the last seat on the bus and didn't seem to care that her husband was left standing. The seat was near to the front and the poor old boy was left out in the centre aisle gradually being pushed further and further towards the back. Mandy too was left standing and as the bus filled up she too was shunted further and further back until she was standing right in front of him.

There was an unpleasant whiff of body odour in the air but that didn't deter Mandy from her thoughts. She knew that if she wanted to this would be a golden opportunity to be rather naughty and do some serious cock teasing. She found herself standing with her back to him and as the bus lurched off couldn't help but wonder what thoughts would be going through his mind.

As she glanced around the bus at all the early morning "zombies" gazing blankly out the windows she noticed a chrome light fitment just above her head. It was almost mirror-like and as she checked herself in it she noticed the old mans reflection right behind her as clear as day. With nobody much paying any attention she could clearly see him looking down and soon figured he was staring at her bottom. He had no idea she could see him and probably wasn't even aware that every few seconds he was licking his lips as his eyes feasted on the glorious sight right before him.

Mandy again glanced around the bus. A couple of guys were obviously checking her out as they looked away rather awkwardly when they realised they had been caught. Other than that nobody was paying much attention to anything. She again looked at the old boys reflection and watched as his eyes roamed up her back before moving his head slightly to one side as if trying to see over her shoulder. As he kept on ogling her in a not very subtle way it quickly became obvious he was trying to have a sneaky look at her magnificent bust.

She knew that like all the others he would have probably given anything to be allowed to reach around and take them in his hands, a thought that, as it so often did, made Mandy feel rather smug. She continued to watch as he looked furtively around the bus before again casting his old eyes over her fit young ass.

She didn't know why but the urge to give him a treat was beginning to overwhelm her, all she knew was the affect she was clearly having on him seemed to excite her. It must have been the devil within but she just knew what it would mean to the pathetic scruffy old guy to accidentally get a quick touch of the untouchable.

That was when she decided to do something. She arched her back a little which caused her shapely ass to stick out even more than usual and waited for the bus to slow down. She again checked the reflection and saw the old man looking down at her rear, the expression on his sad old face was a picture. Now she was feeling mischievous and all she needed was a way of breaking the ice with this pathetic looking loser, and so quickly came up with an idea.

As the bus picked up speed again she pretended to lose her balance and stepped back to steady herself. As she did she felt her bum make contact with his groin area and, acting as if she lost her balance, she fell backwards against him. In an instant he instinctively grabbed her by the waist to steady her. Mandy grabbed his wrists, apparently by accident, to save herself from falling. The lucky old boy just stood there as she pushed them down as if she was trying to hold herself up, and in doing so she moved his hands down over her hips. Then, taking a second to compose herself, (and giving him a generous opportunity to freely feel of the smooth tightness of her skirt), she turned to face him keeping his hands in place the whole time.

"Oh thank you," she said quietly enough so as to not draw attention to the situation. Standing extremely close and with her breasts now lightly pushing against his chest the cruel little cock teaser looked straight into his eyes.

For a few seconds the old man didn't know what to do, being this close he could have so easily leaned forward and kissed those succulent pouting lips, the temptation was mouth-watering. At the same time his mind was focusing on two other things that had grabbed his immediate attention. First his hands resting on her hips and his fingertips now just reaching the start of the swell at the top of her delicious ass. Secondly the two magnificently huge firm knockers that were now gently pressing into his chest.

"Y...you're welcome," he replied politely but clearly very nervously.

Mandy noticed his ever reddening face and, as she slowly stepped back from him she asked, "I know you don't I?"

"Er...y....yes yes," he replied sounding rather surprised. "I live behind you, er, m...my garden backs onto yours."

"Oh yes!" Mandy replied as if she now remembered. The truth was she had never known who lived in the house behind theirs, she had never really paid it much attention at all, but he clearly knew who she was.

They exchanged pleasantries for a few seconds, all the time the old boy was clearly embarrassed, he seemed to trip over his words as he tried to speak and his face grew redder by the second. The fact was the old man wasn't used to speaking to attractive young women especially ones that look like Mandy.

Soon the conversation dried up and they both turned away and gazed off out the window. Mandy couldn't help but wonder if he was excited by this brief and apparently innocent experience. She wondered what thoughts were really going through his mind, and if she had caused him to have any swelling down below.

Just then the bus stopped and a few people got off leaving a seat available next to where they were standing. Mandy pretended not to notice it and so the elderly man sat himself down next to some kid with headphones on in a world of his own staring out the window into the distance.

Now rather enjoying her teasing little game and feeling the urge to give the stranger a bit more of a thrill Mandy stood a little closer holding onto a ceiling strap with one hand. Turning away slightly she discreetly popped the third button on her blouse, the one under the most strain directly between her outward thrusting tits.

As she turned back to face him she appeared to casually gaze out of the window apparently unaware of her slight wardrobe malfunction. But as she glanced down at the old boy it was clear that he had noticed straight away. He fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat and, although he knew he could get caught at any minute, he couldn't help but take advantage of the situation and feast his eyes on the cock hardening spectacle.

She had positioned herself so her chest was directly in front of his face and just a matter of inches away. She knew he exactly what he could see, the pretty little red bow between the two huge 34GG black lace cups of her bra. Not only that but also, she felt sure, a small part of her deep cleavage. She felt so powerful and smug as she took a few quick glances down delighting in the gormless expression of complete wonderment all over his silly old face.

Then, as the bus went over a bump in the road, the huge pair bounced and swayed gently in their lacy confines giving the old man a treat that caused him to gulp down the excessive saliva welling in his mouth.

Just then the bus stopped and the guy sat by the window next to the old man stood up and got off the bus leaving the seat vacant.

"May I?" Mandy asked gesturing towards the empty seat.

"Oh yes, s..sorry," he quickly replied with an air of nervous embarrassment. It must have crossed his mind to let her clamber across him, but he couldn't, that would just be too obvious. Instead he shuffled across leaving his seat for the pretty young blond to sit down on.

Mandy now had another opportunity to exploit in her mission to mercilessly tease the old boy.

She sat so close that her thigh was hard up against his and then, acting all innocent, she crossed one leg over the other exposing the dark black band of her stocking top. This was too easy, she knew she had to be sending the poor old boys head into a spin. From the corner of her eye she could see him furtively glancing down every few seconds at the wonderfully sexy spectacle she was freely giving to him. With her hands clasped together on her lap she pretended not to realise, and as she gazed down the bus she was surprised by his next move, a move that confirmed what she was doing to him.

He seemed to have an itch as he scratched his knee quite vigorously for a few seconds. When he finished however he left his hand on his leg and it seemed to somehow "accidentally" slip down between them so the backs of his bony old fingers were now touching her stocking clad thigh. Mandy pretended not to notice but he was definitely trying to have a feel as his fingers moved slightly as if rubbing against the nylon.

Still she ignored what he was doing, he was now obviously excited as he lay his other hand in his lap directly over where he was undoubtedly having trouble with his swelling erection. As Mandy was now approaching her stop she decided to "notice" her unbuttoned blouse and subtly she fastened it back up.

With her little game now coming to an end Mandy readied herself to get off the bus. As she did she slid forward on the seat and, holding the back of the seat in front, paused a moment before getting to her feet. The old boy must have had a near heart attack because in that moments pause Mandy had exposed not only her stocking top, but also a portion of her bare thigh together with a length of black lace suspender strap. Then, feeling quietly smug, the naughty little tease got to her feet and left the bus.

As she began to walk the short distance to work she heard a woman's raised voice behind. A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed it was the old man's wife, they had got off at the same stop. She was giving him all sorts of grief over what had just happened. Although he was completely innocent of any wrong-doing it didn't seem to stop her from accusing him of all sorts.

Mandy slowed her pace to try and listen to what was being said. "You stupid pathetic old fool," she ranted, "I saw you drooling over that blond tart like an old pervert!" The old man just looked down at the ground mumbling some sort of apology.

"Tart?" Mandy thought to herself, "how dare she!"

Still it didn't take away the feeling of power that came with what she had just done, not to mention the slight turn-on of knowing the frustrated state she had probably left him in. Mandy smiled to herself as she imagined the pathetic sex starved old man alone later desperately poubding on his cock masturbating over the whole experience, even though it seemed pretty mild and innocent to her.

Anyway the events of her working day soon put the whole thing to the back of her mind. Until, that is, she was again on the bus heading home. She remembered that the old guy had said he lived in the house behind hers, and with it being Friday and with the whole weekend ahead of her she felt the teasing little devil within once again begin to stir.

When she got home she poured herself a glass of lemonade and went to sit out in the garden for a while before getting changed. With the sun still hot and the early evening breeze she relaxed back in her chair and decided to take a short while to just chill out.

Still dressed in her skirt and blouse and with her legs sheathed in the black stockings she decided to undo the top buttons of her blouse to catch some sun on her cleavage. She considered removing her stockings so her legs could get the sun too, but figured it wasn't worth bothering with as she would be getting changed to go out shortly anyway.

Sitting out on a reclining chair on the lawn she began to doze off in the heat of the sun. For about 20 minutes she sat there in that half arelax half awake state when she suddenly thought she heard a rustling sound coming from the bushes at the end of the garden. The pretty young blond listened for a moment before coming to the conclusion that it had to be birds.

After a few minutes she heard the noise again but still thought nothing of it. Looking down herself she undid another button on her blouse and spread it open revealing even more cleavage along now with the edge of her pretty black lace bra.

As she settled down to enjoy just another 5 minutes in the sun there was an almighty crash that sounded like something heavier than a bird hitting the fence and landing in the bushes. It was quickly followed by a strange groaning sound.

Mandy quickly leapt to her feet and went to see what all the commotion was about. The fence at the bottom of the garden was quite high but with the aid of a conveniently positioned rock she managed to peer over the top and down the other side.

"Oh my goodness!" Mandy exclaimed as she saw in a crumpled heap on the floor surrounded by broken bushes the old man she had met earlier. Laying across his chest was an old stepladder, he seemed to be in some pain. "Don't move!" She cried.

Without hesitation the kind hearted girl rushed as quickly as her stilettos would allow out into the street and around the corner to the old mans house. She rushed through the gate and into the garden where he had managed to crawl out from the bushes and onto the lawn.

As he lay there staring up at the sky he heard the "click click" sound of her heels on the garden path as she hurried over to him.

"Where does it hurt?" The concerned 20 year old asked.

"M...my leg," he groaned as he held the top of his thigh. "I...I think I've pulled something." His face was beaded with sweat and his expression was one of somebody in pain.

"I'll go and get your wife."

"She's not home, she's away now for the rest of the weekend," he replied.
"Oh no!" Mandy said, "okay let's see what we can do." She looked down unsure of what to do. "Look don't move it, I.....er, I know a little bit about massaging and muscles and stuff....perhaps I could try and massage it, would that help?"

"Erm....yes, th...that might help," he replied rather taken aback by her kind offer. "I'm sure it's only a muscle pull, it's got to be worth a try."

"Yes of course, let's have a look," she said as she knelt down on the soft grass beside him. She saw him looking at her chest with some obvious interest and it was then that she realised the top few buttons of her blouse were still undone. She was giving him a spectacular view of her incredible cleavage together with a glimpse of her lace bra.

Mandy then suddenly wondered what he was doing on a ladder at the fence. Was he spying on her? The absence of any gardening tools would certainly suggest so, perhaps this pathetic old codger wasn't quite as innocent as she would maybe have originally believed. She couldn't help but wonder, had he been playing with himself while spying on her? But it was a fleeting thought and she quickly put it out of her mind, he deserved the benefit of the doubt....but he had definitely been spying on her, she was sure of that.

Kneeling down she noticed she was displaying a portion of stocking top too. Just as she thought she should adjust her clothing that prick teasing little devil popped into her head. "Why not let him look, if it makes his day then what the hell," she thought to herself as she placed her soft hands gently onto his scrawny white knee.

This was suddenly turning into a golden opportunity to do some serious teasing, and without giving it too much thought Mandy decided that's exactly what she was going to do..........

The old man was still wearing the same baggy old khaki shorts and so she carefully began to feel her way under them and along his leg. "Tell me if I hurt you," she said in a kind caring tone.

"Er...y....yeah, yeah I will," he replied with that look on his face that Mandy had come to know so well. It was that same old look that she was now beginning to realise she delighted in seeing. Nervously he stroked his greasy grey hair with the palm of his hand in an attempt to keep it forward over his bald head, it wasn't really working as strands of it hung over his ears and down the back of his neck. This was one seriously unattractive man, but to the voluptuous young blond that just made him even more of a target for her fun and games.

Now she was in full cock teasing mode, and nobody did it better than Mandy. She knew exactly what she was doing as she felt her was along the inside of his thigh gently massaging as she went. His face was a picture, clearly lost in the whole experience he had no idea how obvious he was being as he just stared at her.

"Oh my name's Mandy by the way."

"Donald........or...or you can call me Don," came the somewhat distracted old mans reply.

"Oh, okay Don, well let's see if we can't help you with this pain.

To be honest the pain was the last thing on his mind as the beautiful 20 year olds hand teasingly felt its way higher and higher under his old shorts. Her touch was something he hadn't experienced in a very very long time. Couple this with the incredible display of her cleavage and stocking tops he couldn't control the inevitable reaction of his rapidly swelling cock.

Mandy could see he was enjoying it but continued to act all innocent as she slipped her fingers inside his thigh and started to gently rub it. His balls were only a few inches away yet still she manipulated and massaged further and further up. She knew exactly what she was doing. The old man had suddenly become very silent, the air was electric and Mandy noticed the lump growing inside his shorts.

"Is that helping?" She sweetly asked pretending to be unaware of the spectacular view she was giving him.

"Yea...." he squeaked before quickly clearing his throat, "yes, yes that's certainly helping."

"Good," she replied as she realised not only was her hand up his shorts, but also inside his equally baggy old boxers! This became obvious when she felt the back of her fingers brush against something. The old man gasped as if struggling to catch his breath and Mandy realised that what she was touching was his hairy old ball sack. It was only a light touch, one that she could easily pretend not to notice, but it was a touch none the less, and one that seemed to have the old man beginning to tremble with excitement.

Mandy continued for a few seconds massaging his inner thigh with the backs of her fingers lightly tickling his hairy old scrotum. As she moved her hand around she extended her little finger slightly causing its tip to stroke one of his balls.

"How's that?" She innocently asked, "any better?" The old guy was clearly thrilled by what she was doing, it was probably the biggest thrill he had had for many years. Unfortunately it left him incapable of speaking, all he could do was nod his perspiration covered head in agreement.

After a few more seconds of this merciless teasing she slowly withdrew her hand back down his skinny old leg. She figured that was just enough, she couldn't continue for fear that he might soon get the wrong idea.

She took this moment to suddenly look down at her gaping blouse. "Oh my word, look at me, oh how embarrassing!" She cried. With that she pulled her hand out from his shorts and, standing up, quickly began to button it back up.

Old Don felt the wave of disappointment wash over him, firstly at her removing her hand, and secondly at her doing her blouse back up, (although the tightness of her blouse stretched across those huge knockers looked almost as good). All was not lost however. He noticed that in standing astride him this way he could see straight up her skirt between her legs. Not caring now if she saw him looking or not it was clear this was an opportunity not to be missed. He could see the bare inner thighs above her stocking tops and with a slight duck of the head he could just see the triangle of black lace that was her panties.

Mandy saw him looking, but still in full teasing mode gave him a few seconds to enjoy the view before eventually stepping over him and moving to one side.

She felt she had now gone far enough. He was clearly a dirty old man under that innocent looking exterior and she had managed to tease him as far as she dare. She knew only too well what she could drive these men to, and not wanting to push her luck she decided enough was enough.

"Let's get you in the house," she said.

His reaction couldn't have been more obvious as he reached out a hand for her to help him to his feet. She knew if she helped him he would almost certainly try and grab a free grope. But the whole point of her teasing was the feeling of power and control it gave HER. She was making the decisions and she decided she didn't want him going that far......which makes the whole experience for her even more of a tease.

"Sorry, I don't think I'm strong enough.......I'll get something for you to lean on so you can pull yourself up," she suggested.

The old man seemed to turn a bit grumpy. He was obviously disappointed which annoyed Mandy a little. She felt he should have been grateful for what he had already had, and not been so greedy, "what a cheek," she thought.

After a few moments pause to see if she would give in and offer him a hand he told her there was a walking stick in the house.

Mandy quickly turned and as she got to the back door she heard him shout after her that it was probably upstairs in his wifes bedroom. Instantly she picked up on the fact that they obviously had separate rooms, something that explained even more the reamisters for his lusting after her.

As she entered the house she noticed it was a typical old permisters place, it was rather damp and musty with decor that dated back to the seventies. When she got upstairs she noticed the door to his wifes bedroom was open and as she entered she saw the walking stick propped up against the wall. She grabbed it and hurried from the room and went to go back down the stairs. It was then that she saw the closed door to what had to be his bedroom. She didn't know why, perhaps just plain curiosity, but she felt the urge to have a quick peek inside.

Knowing old Don was still laid out in the garden she knew there was no chance of being caught, and so she opened the door and crept in.

It was exactly as she expected, a tired looking old bed with an old fashioned candlewick bedspread, an old battered wardrobe and wallpaper that looked as if it was put up during the war. The pretty blond smiled to herself in a knowing way, it was just as she would have imagined.

But then as she was about to leave, something caught her eye. She noticed a chair positioned at the window just to one side facing out. In the seat there was a pair of very old binoculars and she couldn't help but wonder what they were there for, and so went over to have a quick look.

She looked out of the window and should have guessed that he had a clear view straight across the gardens to her house, and more importantly she realised, straight into her bedroom window!

Mandy felt a chill run down her spine as she thought of this dirty old pervert spying on her. A million thoughts raced through her mind. How much he would have seen? How often had she gotten changed without drawing the curtains? How long had he been doing this? Then she saw something else. It was confirmation, as if it were needed, of what the dirty old man had been doing......On the window sill was a half empty box of tissues.

"Oh no! You disgusting old pervert!" Mandy said out loud realising what they were so obviously for. Then she could smell something rotten, was it stale food? Or worse? There was a bin with a lid on it beside the chair, the smell was coming from there. Curiosity again got the better of her and she just had to lift the lid and look inside.

"Oh my God!" She shrieked.

Inside it was rammed full of what looked like hundreds of old screwed up tissues. She felt physically sick, it was obvious what they had been used for, every one of them screwed up into a tight crusty ball. "You dirty old wanker," she again said out loud. It made her angry to think of just how many times he must have sat there watching her while jerking himself off. The bin full of spunk encrusted tissues told her it was a hell of a lot, no wonder he couldn't take his eyes off her earlier that day.

She left the room and hurried back down the stairs and out into the garden. Giving him the walking stick she made her excuses and quickly left. Old Don was left somewhat confused by her sudden hurried departure and couldn't help but wonder what had just happened. His question was soon answered when he went back into the house and going up stairs he found his bedroom door open. He always closed it without fail, he knew she had been snooping around and quickly realised she must have seen his chair and binoculars........his only hope was that she hadn't seen the bin that he constantly forgot to empty.

Now Don had been watching Mandy for the past two years or so. It began when he and his wife decided that their marriage was in effect over and he moved into the back bedroom. It was by chance that he saw Mandys bedroom light on one evening and was treated to the most wonderful spectacle. To secretly be able to watch a beautiful big busted blond 18 year old parading around in her underwear was a dream come true for the old man. Add to that the very occasional briefest flash of her naked body and he was in heaven! Since then he had got to know her routine and made a point of being seated at the window with binoculars at the ready when he knew she would be probably getting changed.

The past two years had been consumed by his fascination and lust for this girl, so to have her standing just inches away from him on the bus today was like a dream come true. Add to that the unbelievable cock teasing antics that followed and the day turned into one of the best he could ever remember.

Mandy meanwhile had gone home and as soon as she got indoors she went straight to her bedroom window and, briefly glancing up at the Dons, she closed the curtains.

She spent the rest of the evening feeling disgusted by the goings on of the old man living behind her. It was more the downright cheek of someone thinking they have the right to spy on her in the privacy of her bedroom. She still couldn't help but wonder however how long he had been doing it and how many times. Also what had he seen? Obviously he must have watched her getting dressed and undressed, but did he ever see her naked or just in her underwear? What about the times she had spent with Ted? What about the time George came sneaking around her bedroom window? The possibilities were endless, so much so that she knew she had to stop thinking about it or she would drive herself mad with it all.

The following day started for Don much as any other Saturday. As usual, with his wife being away as she so often was, he had been watching Mandy's house for much of the morning. He knew she was alone as he had observed her parents going out together first thing.

Of course this was the other thrill he got, the fact that there was another big busted beauty living there, Mandys lady, Alimister. For a frustrated old wanker she too had been the inspiration for many bouts of lonely masturbation. Whether she was gardening or hanging the washing out or even just heading off to work, he would always need to relieve the swelling she caused in his cock. Her tits too were the stuff of many a fantasy, and if Mandy wasn't around to lust over then she was always a good second option for a sex starved old pervert like Don.

The one thing that always puzzled him however was the regular visits she seemed to make to the old man living next door. As he kept a fairly close eye on the place it wasn't long before he noticed something seemed to be going on, especially as she only ever seemed to call round when the rest of the family had gone off to work. He couldn't see how she would be having an affair with him, he was just too old and fat, but there was definitely something suspicious about it all. Anyway it didn't concern him and so he never really gave it too much thought.

She was however always worth a good old lust over and that very morning was just such an occasion, one where an opportunity arose that couldn't be resisted. He watched her following her husband out of the house looking very sexy in a tight pair of white trousers and a pale blue blouse. As she had to stand in plain sight and wait for her him to get the car out of the garage he took the opportunity to focus his binoculars on her voluptuous curves. Quickly realising he probably had a good minute or so of uninterrupted viewing he quickly unzipped his trousers and pulled out his poor frustrated cock.

He had a habit of speaking out loud when he played with himself. "Ooh yes you dirty fuckin' slut," he muttered as he began to stroke his hand up and down his quickly stiffening shaft. This was the real Don, the one nobody really ever saw, the one who spent every waking minute having dirty thoughts about women he could never have. "Bet that wanker husband of yours fucked you good and hard this morning," he went on as he rubbed up and down on his solid erection. "Ooh yeah, bet he pumped your cunt full of spunk. Oooh yeah and I bet you're still wet and wanting more." Faster and faster he rubbed himself when all of a sudden Alimister turned her back to him and bent over to stroke the neighbours cat that was now purring around her feet. With the white trousers now stretched incredibly tight across her gorgeous meaty buttocks he could easily see through the thin white material to the white lace thong that she wore underneath. It was a sight that just looked simply too good for the frustrated old pervert.

"Oh fuck yes you cock teasing fuckin' bitch, look at that lovely big ass." He was now losing control and tremred with excitement as he wanked himself harder and harder. "You're doing that on purpose," he spat, "you know I'm watching you don't you, ooh you slut you love teasin' me and making me hard you bitch."

He imagined himself standing behind her grabbing her hips and rubbing his cock up and down against between those glorious buttocks. "Oh yes you want it you bitch," he hissed through gritted teeth as he focused his binoculars on the outline of her sexy lace thong. "Oooh look at that, ooh fuck me fuck me!" He rarely got such a great view and couldn't believe his luck as she remained bending over for a good while.

As his excitement reached fever pitch he imagined yanking those tight trousers down her thighs and pulling that ass back onto his cock. "You want my cock in that lovely big ass, you want me to fuck you hard you dirty fuckin' bitch, oh yes you love it you fuckin' love it......aaargh AAARGH AAAARGH FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!" Then, as his imagination went into overdrive, a rope of hot sticky spunk shot from his cock all up the curtains. His knees began to buckle as his fist became a blur. He had to sit himself back on the chair that was behind him as another load was quickly followed by another and another. It was a hell of a mess but it didn't matter, he had just enjoyed another one of many such incredible experiences. As he pumped the final drops from his balls he watched Alimister get in the car and leave having no idea what she had just done for this sneaky old pervert.

He had done this so many times before but rarely had he enjoyed such an uninterrupted and perfectly staged display.

It wasn't long however before his thoughts were focused back on his ultimate fantasy, Mandy, who he knew was alone in the house. After the very unusual events of yesterday involving the gorgeous busty young blond, old Don found his appetite even more insatiable than usual. Just the thought of what he experienced was enough to send him into a cock hardening head spin.

As the afternoon wore on he went about his daily routine, periodically darting up to his bedroom to see if there was any activity from the house behind. Then at about 3 o'clock he finally saw her walk by her bedroom window. It was only the briefest glimpse but it was enough to have him rooted to the spot with binoculars in hand for a good 15 minutes.

Mandy had enjoyed a nice long lie in and awoke feeling refreshed and in a happy mood. Strangely enough she also felt rather naughty and mischievous just as she had the day before. She was still disgusted at the thought of old Don spying on her but it didn't seem to bother her as much as it had yesterday.

Realising her parents had gone out for the day she was at a bit of a loose end with nothing really to do. After spending a good hour showering hair washing and general pampering she decided to have a relaxing afternoon in the garden with no more than a cold take and a good book for company.

She decided to set up her lounger in the shade of the apple tree that grew at the end of the garden. Although it was close to the fence that adjoined Dons garden it did mean that she was out of sight of his prying eyes.

Of course as soon as she emerged he saw her, it was as if he had some sort of sixth sense. Quickly he grabbed his binoculars for a quick look before she vanished from sight again. What she was wearing literally took his breath away, so much so that he let out an audible gasp followed by an exclamation of "FUCK ME!"

She looked incredible as she walked bare foot across the lawn. She wore a pure white off the shoulder gipsy girl top that looked simply mind blowing. All that held it in place was an elastic top edge trimmed with a subtle frill that went over her bust and under her arms. It also had the same along the bottom edge, all in all the garment covered about as much as a tube top would. The difference was that the fabric was very fine white cotton with a looseness to its shape that enared her huge tits to sway and wobble freely underneath. She had decided not to wear a bra underneath, which was blatantly obvious. The result in such a top was her huge knockers looked absolutely amazing, and incredibly they looked even bigger than usual. It only took the slightest breeze and the flimsy top would mould itself to her body, clinging to the gravity defying 34HH pair showing them off to perfection.

Without hesitation old Don instinctively thrust his hand down inside his pants as she went back to the house to fetch something. Her ass too looked unbelievable in the incredibly short powder blue wrap around skirt that she was wearing. The way her shapely cheeks jutted out caused the garment to stretch so tightly across them that it looked as if they were trying to tear their way out. The skimpy little thing swayed in tune with her cheeky wiggle and the old man prayed for a gust of wind to blow and give him a flash of her panties. The whole cock teasing look left the old man salivating profusely.

Soon she returned with a cold take and a book giving Don another quick glimpse of her freely bouncing and swaying tits. Clearly with no bra on it left no doubt in his mind just what a pure miracle of nature they were. To see such big full knockers but with that amazing firmness that comes with youth on such a beautiful sweet girl was a treat rarely equalled.

As she vanished from site and it became obvious that she wasn't going to return the dirty old boy became increasingly desperate to see more of her, but how could he?

Mandy was enjoying the peace and quiet of her garden when all of a sudden she heard something rustling in the bushes just the other side of the fence. Instantly she knew it had to be Don. He was persistent she had to give him that, and despite everything she couldn't help but smile to herself at the thought of what she was obviously doing to this pathetic old boy.

After a few minutes Mandy saw his face appear over the top of the fence. "Good afternoon," he said realising straight away that she had spotted him.

All she could see was his eyes and nose peering over the fence, nothing else. She couldn't help but wonder what he was doing behind there......surely he wouldn't be playing with himself.....would he?

"Oh hi there," she replied in a polite chirpy manner, "how's your leg now?"

He seemed distracted for a moment before answering. "O...oh well i...it's ok thank you." As he spoke Mandy noticed he seemed a little breathless and was breaking out in a slight sweat. "Um well actually it's been giving me quite a lot of pain," he said suddenly changing his mind. "Th....thank you for the massage yesterday, that certainly helped."

Mandy wasn't that stupid, she could tell that he was fishing, he must have suddenly realised there was an opportunity here.

Behind the fence old Don was wearing the same baggy old shorts and out of shape t-shirt. One thing she had got right however was that while he was talking to her he had his hand down his shorts and was gently masturbating himself while takeing in the sight of her voluptuous curves. He was going gently because he knew if he wasn't careful he could so easily ejaculate and that would be something he would find hard to conceal. But he was enjoying getting a much closer look at the pretty young blond with her huge knockers while at the same time being able to discreetly play with himself.

Then came the answer he honestly hadn't expected. "Well if it helps," she said, "would you like me to come round and massage it some more? Y...you know, try and ease the pain a little."

It was hard to say which of them was the more shocked. Mandy because she couldn't quite believe she had said it, although she did still feel rather naughty and the thought of teasing this decrepit old man some more did strangely have its appeal. Or Don because he just couldn't believe his ears, it was more than he could have ever hoped for.

As she headed round Mandy still couldn't quite believe what she was doing, she wasn't going to give him any more than the massage, but she knew only too well what that massage would do to him.

As she entered his garden she saw him laying a blanket out on the lawn and then rolling another to act as a pillow. She realised as she approached him that the fences and hedgerows were such a height that they were hidden from view of all the neighbours, in fact nobody could see in at all. She knew it was possibly a slightly foolish thing to do but the thought of teasing this old pervert some more still excited her. It was after all just a game, even if a rather cruel one, but it was one that she was in full control of and so why shouldn't she have some fun at this pathetic old mans expense?

Old Don lay himself out on the blanket and watched the object of all his fantasies walking across the lawn towards him. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her magnificent tits and the teasing way they jiggled in that sexy gipsy girl top while the sun glistened on her bare tanned shoulders. She knelt down beside him and exchanged a few pleasantries before asking him again where it hurt.

"Just here," he said pointing to the very top of his thigh right next to his groin area. Mandy knew this was higher than yesterday but decided to play along. She had to stop herself from giggling at his ridiculous hairstyle. Again his attempt to comb it forward across his bald head had failed miserably. Instead it lay back across the rolled up blanket exposing his crusty old head for all to see, not a pretty sight.

His view however was far more pleasing. As Mandy slipped her hand up the front of his shorts feeling her way up his scrawny old thigh she leaned forward slightly. The old man couldn't believe the sight that greeted him as her massive knockers swung forward in the loose fitting top. They were right there just inches above him in all their glory in a top was almost transparent and left very little to the imagination. He could easily see the full shape of each one through the fine cotton, it was such an incredible sight, and already he was desperately wishing he could bring his hands up to cup them and feel their size and weight.

The pretty 20 year old was well aware of what she was doing, and as she reached further up his shorts she found he hadn't any underpants on and at that moment realised that the backs of her fingers were in fact once again brushing against his hairy old ball sack.

She brought her other hand up and placed it on the ground beside him to support herself, as she did her upper arms gently pressed her boobs together from either side causing them to swell forward. "Is that the right place?" Mandy asked in a sweet girly manner.

"O....oh yes," he sighed as he gulped back the saliva that was now flooding his mouth. It was so obvious now that she was turning him on, not least of all because she clearly noticed the rapidly growing bulge in his shorts. But to Mandy in her mood it was like a red rag to a bull and she couldn't resist pushing him further towards that state of agonising frustration that she thrilled in seeing.

Now she was massaging his thigh right at the top and as she extended her fingers she managed to touch the very base of his cock right behind his balls. She pretended not to realise what she was doing and as she moved her hand around she could see his erection was now forming an impressive tent in the front of his shorts. Now she had an urge to do something, something that she shouldn't want to do, something that she knew was wrong and couldn't do. It was the urge to wrap her fingers around his rock hard cock and begin to pump it up and down for him.

One look at him and she knew it was something he would have dearly loved, however his ugly sweating old face convinced her that it wasn't going to happen. So she would just continue to enjoy her merciless tormenting of this man that she now knew was nothing more than a filthy old pervert.

Old Don couldn't stop himself from drooling at the sight of those huge young knockers swaying freely right before his eyes covered only by the flimsiest white cotton of her top. He was becoming more and more desperate and didn't know how long he was going to be able to keep his urges under control. Things got even more unbearable when the pretty neighbour appeared to become uncomfortable on her knees and so changed to crouching on one foot and one knee. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he found himself looking straight up her skirt between her legs. He was so close that he could see every tiny detail of her pretty lace panties. He was sure she had to know what she was doing, she just had to.

Mandy continued to massage his leg but now moved her hand away from his swollen erection. She could see the look of desperation on his face, she knew he would have given anything for her to release him from his frustration. But she was in control and she wanted him to suffer, and that's exactly what he was doing. She watched his eyes one minute ogling her gorgeous big tits, and the next minute peering up her skirt to look at her panties, he was clearly being driven to the point of despair.

Then all of a sudden it was as if something had taken over him he couldn't help himself it was like a reflex action. The most beautiful pair of tits he had ever seen were right there, so close and tempting and it was more than he could do to keep his basic natural instincts under control. So without a thought he brought a hand up and went to touch one, he had to, it was as if he had no choice. For just a second or two before Mandy realised what he was doing he brought his hand up under it and felt its weight

But Mandy was quick to react, she had seen it coming and no sooner had he got his hand on it she managed to back away. Then his stupid sensibilities took over and he instantly apologised for what he had just done saying he didn't know what came over him.

Mandy of course handled the situation with her usual innocence and understanding. "That's okay," she said, "it was my fault, I should have realised what I was doing."

Old Don couldn't believe his ears, she obviously knew what she was doing and was prepared to take the blame for "making" him lose control. His head was still spinning with what he had just experienced, even if only for a second, it was the greatest thrill to have touched one of those incredibly magnificent boobs that he had been fantasising over for so very long.

His mind was now in a complete whirl as he recounted what he had just done. In the space of just a second or two he had felt her nipple quite stiff and erect in his palm and as he went to squeeze the huge thing he noticed instantly that rather than being all soft and squishy it was in fact surprisingly hard and firm. No wonder they just sat there thrusting outwards like that completely unaided!

It was then that Mandy decided enough was enough and began to withdraw her hand from under his shorts. The look of disappointment on his face was a picture, and as she pulled it out he stuttered and stammered as if trying to say something but really didn't know what.

"Ah well," Mandy said trying to act as normal as possible, "I suppose I had better get back, I hope that's helped a little bit."

Suddenly the old man grabbed her wrist and shoved her hand back up his shorts. "No wait!"

Desperately he tried to think of something to say, he needed a reamister for her to stay. His cock was as hard as hell and desperately crying out for attention, the sight of this huge breasted young beauty was *******ing him. Then as she tried to free herself from his grip something came over him, something that was completely out of character, something that he would have never dreamt he would do, but then that was the affect that Mandy had.

The expression on his face changed as he tried to power her to touch his raging hard on. Mandy had never seen him like this and quickly became quite scared. He then grabbed her other arm so she couldn't get up and tried to pull her closer, as she struggled to free herself he glared at her huge swaying boobs just inches above his face.

He had to say something, he knew he had already gone too far but he was more desperate than he had ever felt in his entire life. His cock was throbbing like crazy and he knew he could spunk in his shorts at any minute. Then like a flash of inspiration he blurted it out, he didn't know where it came from but he just said, "I.....I thought you were the same as your Mother!"

Mandy just froze and looked at him confused, she had no idea what he was talking about.

"Y...you know," he went on, thinking as quickly as he could, "with the old man that lives next door to you."

She knew straight away he had to be talking about Ted, but still didn't understand what he was getting at.

"Yeah...you know," he seemed to calm down as he realised he now had her full attention and the struggling had all but stopped. "They're at it a couple of times a week, I've seen her, y'know sneaking round there when you're all out, been goin' on for a couple of months now."

It didn't take long for the penny to drop as Mandy quickly put two and two together. It was obvious, why hadn't she guessed before now! She had often wondered why Ted had suddenly stopped pestering her, she knew there had to be a good reamister. Her Mother must have been giving herself to him as a way of saving her.

Don could see the thoughts going through her mind, he knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, he had to take it, this was no time for being shy or nervous, he had to seize this chance with both hands.

"I wonder if you Father knows what's been going on?"

"W...what?" Mandy asked looking somewhat confused. She knew he had to be telling the truth, it all just made so much sense. Couple that with the fact that the old pervert had obviously been spying on their house for some time, it had to be true.

Old Don still couldn't take his eyes off her huge young breasts swaying gently beneath the thin white material of her top. He was mesmerised and knew an opportunity would never come along like this again, not even if he lived another hundred years.

Mandy was still in a state of shock as she thought of what her Mother had been doing for her all this time. She had no idea what this dirty old pervert knew or could prove, but she couldn't risk putting her own Mother at risk knowing the great sacrifice she had been making for her.

The salivating old boy licked his wet lips as he released his grip on her and again brought his hand up towards her breast, only more slowly this time expecting her to swat it away. His voice was now a trembling whisper as he said, "I wouldn't want to be the one to break up a happy marriage." As the words left his mouth he nervously cupped it in his hand and, realising she made no attempt to resist, he carefully took hold of it and very gently began to feel it through her fine white cotton top.

Words couldn't describe just how he felt, it was as if he was dreaming, was she really letting him do this? "Ooh you lovely girl," he whispered in an almost trance like state while watching in total disbelief as his hand began to fondle this beautiful girls massive young boobs, squeezing and lifting each one in turn to feel their impressive firmness and weight.

Mandy didn't know what to do, she could have called his bluff but couldn't put her own kind Mother at risk. It was then that she realised just how stupid she had been yet again. She had wound this old man up into such a sexual frenzy that she now had only herself to blame, she could have kicked herself.

Old Don knew what he had said to Mandy but wasn't completely sure why it had had such an impact on her. One thing he did know was something had got this reaction out of her and he had to make sure he played it to his full advantage.

Mandy couldn't look at him, he was so ugly and she knew after all her "encouragement" he was going to make the most of this....and she was right. She closed her eyes and turned her head away as she felt his other hand also start to squeeze and maul her tits. "Ooh yes, that's a good girl," he stammered as she felt her top being slowly pulled downwards.

Still unable to believe what was happening old Don just stared in complete awe as she allowed him to drag her top down inch by inch. He could feel his balls tighten and his cock throbbed like never before as with one last gentle tug Mandy's huge full knockers finally bounced free into the fresh air.

"Oh my God!" Don cried out as he watched them swing majestically a few times before coming to a standstill just above his face. He couldn't hold back a moment longer and with his eyes bulging and sweat breaking out all over his crusty old head he squeezed them together as he pulled her closer. His excitement was like nothing he had ever felt before as he opened his salivating mouth wide and stuffed one of her swollen nipples into his mouth. Mandy could see from the huge tent in his shorts and the random gyrating of his hips that he was about to lose all control. With her hand still up inside his shorts she decided to get it over with and moved it higher towards his erection.

Old Don gasped desperately for breath as her fingers touched it and felt their way up its deeply ridged length. It wasn't the biggest that Mandy had ever come across but it was certainly as hard as the hardest of them.

"Oh God thank you," the desperately frustrated old pervert puffed, "ooh at last...at long long last!" then all of a sudden her finger tips lightly glanced across the pre-cum smeared bulbous head and instantly the old man cried out as if in pain. "AAARGH AAAARGH AAAARGH OOOOOOH GOD!" His face contorted and his entire body jerked violently. It wasn't pain, it was pleasure, a sheer and utter pleasure like he had never experienced, a pleasure that was beyond anything he could control.

Mandy froze unsure what was happening, she hadn't really done anything and yet he twitched and writhed as if he was having some sort of a fit. Then he suddenly squeezed her tits painfully hard and sunk his fingers as deeply into the firm ripe flesh as he could. His eyes bulged and his face turned a deep shade of crimmister and instantly it became obvious. Just from that one slightest touch the old man had come in his shorts, he must have been just about as desperate as it's possible for a man to be.

Mandy just froze where she was as her fingers became immersed in a hot sticky pool of his filthy spunk. She went to pull her hand out but old Don grabbed her wrist and guided it further up until her fingers came to rest on his pulsating hard shaft. With a look of pleading in his eyes he just uttered the word, "please."

Mandy knew what he wanted and without a thought she almost instinctively wrapped her fingers around the dirty spunk sodden thing.

"Mmmmmm ooooh yes lovely ooh so lovely," he groaned as he returned to kiss and suck on her magnificent jugs while the pretty young blonde squeezed the final drops from his hot throbbing tool. She had never seen anyone go off so quickly, she hadn't really done anything yet his shorts were so absolutely full of spunk that it was soaking right through them. As she slowed her strokes to an eventual stop she just watched as the old mans entire body relaxed and he let out a huge sigh. "Oh I needed that," he whispered quietly as Mandy clambered to her feet and lifted her top back over her now rather tender breasts.

She was unsure what she should do, was that it? Had she done enough to prevent him from spilling the beans about her Mother and Ted?

She watched him struggle to his feet before heading off into his house, staggering all bandy legged like someone who had just wet themselves. He left her standing there in the garden all alone and confused as to what she should do. She thought about just leaving but couldn't be sure if it was safe to do so.

After a few minutes she decided she had to check that he was okay and see if she could leave. So reluctantly she stepped into the house and nervously looked around for him.

"H....hello!"

"Up here," Don replied. He had hoped she would follow him in, and now that she had he was even more confident that his chance comment about her Mother had far more meaning than he ever dared imagine. As he heard her coming up the stairs he clasped his hands together and looked up to the heavens as if to give thanks. He couldn't believe his luck, things like this just never happen in real life.

The old man was in the bathroom changing out of his spunk soaked shorts and into a pair of stringy old underpants. "Go into the bedroom," he shouted crossing his fingers that she would do as she was told. Again he couldn't believe what was happening as he heard the unmistakable creak of the floorboard in the bedroom doorway.

Mandy had no idea what she was doing, all she knew was she couldn't risk her Mother getting into trouble after all she had done for her. She went over to the window and looked out at the clear view Don had of her house. Not only could he see into her bedroom but also most of their garden and Teds house too. If her Mother was having to meet with Ted then it was pretty obvious that he would have been able to see the comings and goings quite easily. Then, as she again looked down at the bin stuffed full of screwed up crusty old tissues she heard the creak of the floorboard behind her.

Don had taken an uninterrupted moment to admire Mandy's spectacular ass in the short wrap around skirt. It was an ass that he had admired more times than he could remember, an ass that he had longed to touch and feel, an ass that had got his cock harder than any other he can remember.

As he approached her Mandy remained fixed to the spot, she couldn't even turn to look at him. He saw her looking at the bin and couldn't help passing a comment. "That's what you do to me," he said in little more than a whisper, "every one of those has been just for you." His words made her skin crawl, he really was like all the others, a dirty old pervert with a one track mind.

With his eyes burning holes in her he went on, "ooh you've got such a cheeky bum."

Mandy felt a cold chill run down her spin as he slipped a hand across her bare shoulders and came to stand close beside her. She wanted to tell him to drop dead and leave her alone, she wanted to just turn and run out the house, but she could do neither, she was trapped.

Sensing her nervousness gave the old man a greater confidence, the likes of which he had rarely ever felt. He looked down her back as his hand moved from her shoulder towards that gorgeous ass that he had so long dreamt of. Still the beautiful blond did nothing as he placed his palm over her left cheek and let out a groan of pleasure as at long last he gave it a long slow squeeze.

Again he was amazed at just how firm it was. His hand roamed from one to the other fondling and squeezing it with a freedom that he never dared imagine a girl like this would ever allow. His breathing became heavier as his excitement grew, he wanted more, he wanted to take this opportunity in case it never came again.

He moved his hand lower and touched her bare thighs with his fingertips for a few seconds before slipping his hand up the back of her skirt. He tremred like a leaf and saliva gathered in the corners of his mouth as he touched her panty covered cheeks.

"P....please don't," Mandy pleaded quietly, "p....please."

He took no notice, he was too mesmerised by the feel of her her lace panties stretching tightly across her firm round buttocks. He let out a long sigh as his hand roamed freely under her skirt fondling and groping all he liked. It was just too much for the sexually deprived old man and he couldn't resist lifting the back of her skirt to get his first proper look at the object of so many of his dreams. "Oh yes," he hissed as his eyes widened at the incredible sight that greeted him. "Ooooh that is beautiful," then he squeezed it again, "ooh and so cheeky."

His cock was now once again rock hard and the head was poking out through the frayed elastic top of his old underpants. "See," he told her, "this is what you do to me."

Mandy didn't want to look, she couldn't just let this disgusting dirty old man do whatever he liked, she had to try and stop him. So she pulled herself free of his grip and told him firmly. "I said NO!"

"I don't think it's really your choice do you?" He hissed into her ear. It was like he was a completely different permister from the one she met on the bus the previous morning. There was a wild determination in his eyes that worried Mandy a great deal.

So resigned to her fate Mandy lowered her head and reluctantly whispered, "no it isn't."

"I don't want to hurt you," the old man said as he kissed her on the neck and pressed his erection against her hip. "I mean.....why would I?" With that he kissed her again only this time on the side of the face, "you're so pretty, I just want to be nice to you."

He then let out a long sigh as he brought a hand up in front of her and took a firm hold of one of her massive boobs. "See, that doesn't hurt does it," he said as he went on to squeeze and maul it through her flimsy top.

Old Don was again becoming so excited, the feel of her large firm young breast was just too good for words, before now he had only ever dreamt of being able to do such a thing. At the same time he brought his other hand around under her skirt and placed it over the mound of her pussy. "Mmmmm that's a good girl," he whispered as his fingers began to probe the lace front of her panties.

He made Mandys skin crawl as he rubbed himself up and down against the gorgeous girl while continuing to worry her. It was only when he slipped his fingers into the top of her panties and she felt them touch the nub of her clit that she took fright and again pulled away and shouted, "NO!"

The old man was now too excited, she was just too dam sexy, and so as she turned to try and leave he grabbed her by the arm and swung her around so she landed face down on the bed. "Oh it's too late for that," he snapped, "you've been working me up to this moment since yesterday." Mandy had her face in the pillow and didn't see him slip his underpants down his scrawny white legs as he spoke. "You've been teasing me the whole time, and so I know you want this too."

With that she felt him kneel on the bed either side of her legs. She tried to get up but he his hand onto the back of her neck and held her firmly down. She began to panic as she felt his free hand throw her skirt up her back and his full weight lay along her body. Breathing heavily and sweating profusely old Don tried to kiss the side of her face as he began to tug her panties to one side.

This caused Mandy to struggle even more but it was useless, he had her pinned down and there was nothing she could do. It was then that she felt his rock hard cock pressing between her ass cheeks. "Ooh yes yes," he puffed as he rubbed it up and down deeper and deeper between them. Lubricated by the generous smearing of pre-cum that oozed from its tip he somehow managed to push the head into her tight little asshole.

"Oooooh fuck yes!" He groaned loudly as he felt the constrictive tightness around his cock. "Oh fuck that's so tight, oh God oh God!"

There was nothing Mandy could do as she felt him begin to slowly push it deeper into her. "NO, PLEASE NO!" But it was too late, there was no way he was going to stop as with one final grunt he drove himself all the way in right up to his balls.

"Oh God you're so fuckin' lovely," he grunted as he slowly began to pump himself in and out. He raised himself up and looked down to see the glorious spectacle of the steep curve of her ass rising from her lower back, his solid cock buried deeply into the valley between her beautifully rounded cheeks. "Oh look at that.....now that's an ass that's crying out to be fucked!"

She could do nothing except hope that it would all be over soon, and as it turned out she didn't have to wait very long as he started ramming harder and faster into her. "Oh God yes yes," he kept on saying over and over, "oh at last at long last, oh that feels soooo good."

He was now carried away beyond belief as he thrust himself in and out of her like a man possessed. "Ooh you dirty bitch," he hissed in her ear, "ooh you dirty fuckin' bitch." Then suddenly his speed increased and he puffed and panted like someone about to have a heart attack. "Oh cuckolds brownie fuck yes yes," he grunted as Mandy suddenly felt a warm wetness fill her asshole.

"No oh no fuck fuck fuck!" Don cried out, he hadn't wanted to come so quickly but there was nothing he could do, it was beyond his control. Grunting like a pig he made the most of it as he pumped her ass filling it with more spunk than it could hold. The tightness around his cock felt out of this world as the old man emptied his balls into her. Nothing could compare to the feeling of filling this gorgeous young blond with all the spunk he could muster.

He lay with his full weight on her and felt his way up and down the wonderful curves of her fit young body. Over and over he groaned as his pace slowed and all too soon the final drops oozed from him.

Still Mandy did nothing, she couldn't. Old Don lay there and enjoyed the feeling as the pulsating and throbbing in his cock gradually slowed until he felt there was nothing more to give. Then with a grunt he lifted himself off and his shrinking manhood popped out of her ass like a champagne cork.

He rolled over onto his back leaving Mandy feeling completely used. But at the same time there lingered that deeply hidden feeling of satisfaction that she had given this deprived and disgusting old bastard the time of his life. She didn't know why but the spunk seeping from her ass wasn't the only thing soaking into her panties. She looked over at the worn out old specimen and wondered if she hadn't finished him off. She knew it was wrong and even felt disgusted at herself for thinking it, but at the end of the day she couldn't deny the urges welling deep within.

Her mind was in turmoil, she didn't know what to do and in her confusion she knelt on the bed beside him and started to call him all the names under the sun. "You dirty bastard! You dirty fucking bastard!" She ranted, but the old man just lay there with a stupid smile on his ugly old face and his horrible lank hair all over the place.

"Perhaps you would like to take your clothes off and make yourself comfortable," he said rather arrogantly as he threw the sheets back and clambered in himself.

"Oh I er, um I don't know," she replied rather sheepishly.

He just smiled, "well it's up to you," he said as he threw the sheet open for her to get in.

Mandy just looked. The bed was filthy, he was filthy, none of this seemed right, but she knew that she really had no choice. Pausing for a moment she watched the old boy place his hands behind his head and make himself comfortable. What could she do? She had once again got herself into a right fix, one that she could see no way out of.

The old pervert licked his lips as Mandy unfastened her little skirt and let it slide down to the floor. His eyes seemed to bulge as he ogled her standing there in just her flimsy top and her white lace panties. The poor girl knew what was coming as she watched his partially flaccid cock take on a life of it's own and move around towards his stomach as it began to swell and harden. The expectant look etched all over his old face told her there was no point in stopping there, she may as well just get on and get it over with.

He seemed to make some strange grunting sound as she peeled her top off over her head and her spectacular knockers were exposed in all their naked glory. Without a moments pause she hooked her thumbs into her panties and slipped them down her smooth golden thighs and the old man watched excitedly as they dropped to the floor landing on her skirt.

For a few moments he just lay there takeing in the incredible vision of this 20 year old naked beauty before him a vision he never dared imagine he would ever see. He began to drool from the sides of his mouth as his eyes crawled over her voluptuous curves all coated in the smoothest tightest golden skin he had ever seen. He reached a hand out for hers and with any urge to fight fast slipping away she stepped forward and took hold of it.

"Oh yes yes lovely," he whispered as he ogled every inch of her while slowly pulling her down onto the bed. A quick glance down told the pretty young blond all she needed to know, his cock was now rock hard and pointing straight up. It was a dream come true for the peeping old pervert as the object of all his fantasies carefully lay down naked beside him on his bed.

Despite the fact that Mandy didn't want any of this her pussy continued to grow moister by the second. She could see what he wanted and, as she had done so many times in the past, she knew all she could do was let him have it.

So with a nervous reluctance she lay down beside him and almost instantly he rolled over to face her and placed his creepy old hand on her flat toned stomach. With his erection pressing against her hip he leaned over her and without so much as a word planted his mouth over hers. He let out a long sigh as he kissed her lovely soft sensual lips, the feeling was out of this world and he couldn't resist slipping his tongue in over hers. "Mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm," was all she could hear as his hand slid down her stomach and his fingers began crawling through her soft downy pubes.

What happened next was more than the old man could have ever wished for as without the need for any encouragement she slowly parted her legs. "Ooh you lovely thing," he whispered almost with tears welling in his eyes as he kissed her again and ran his fingertips along her invitingly moist slit. He couldn't believe it, she was wet! Very wet!!

"Oh God!" Was all he could say as he ran two fingers back and forth along the lips of her gorgeous pussy, the sound of its wetness was like music to his ears. He looked down at her mountainous breasts standing out proud from her chest like two balloons and couldn't resist burying his face into one taking as much of it into his wide open mouth as he could. At the same time and without warning he pushed his two fingers deep inside her soaking cunt causing her to gasp momentarily for breath.

"Ooh you love it, you fuckin' love it you dirty bitch." His voice was muffled as he gorged on her huge ripe tits. He was getting ever more excited as he roughly shoved his fingers as deeply into her as they would go. Mandy couldn't help the reaction of her body as she became more and more turned on by this rough treatment, she was fast coming to the point where she was needing satisfaction.

Then, without warning he went down her body and Mandy almost had an orgasm there and then as the dirty old sod buried his tongue in her pussy. Licking and slobbering like a dog he tried to devour the now soaked thing while at the same time his fingers still rammed in and out of her. Mandy was now getting too excited, she didn't want to give him what he wanted but more than that she had the need to satisfy her own ever increasing urges.

Grunting and groaning he carried on as he pushed her thighs as far apart as they would go. He paused a moment to admire the sight of her splayed open cunt right before him. "Oh lovely, so fuckin' lovely," he sighed as he again sladyed it with his salivating mouth.

Mandy just lay there and took it, what else could she do? Then he worked his way back up her body kissing and licking as he went until he again planted his mouth over hers and kissed her with a hungry roughness that left her unable to catch her breath. At the same time he took her wrists and pinned them down either side of her head before letting out a long moaning sigh as his cock parted her soaking lips and he drove it straight up into her.

"Oh God that feels good," he hissed in her ear as he pushed himself all the way in up to his balls, "ooh that's so good!"

Mandy couldn't deny that it did feel good, she had taken bigger but his enthusiasm and the unbreakable hardness of his burning hot erection made up for it. She put up a little struggle as he held her down which only excited him more. "Oooh yes yes," he groaned as she writhed beneath him, "mmm your cunt is so wet, ooh you dirty bitch!" He was now in full flow and nothing was going to stop him as he pounded away at her with ever more enthusiasm. Faster and faster he rammed his cock in and out of her soaking pussy while kissing and slobbering all over her pretty young face.

Her juices were now flowing and she knew she had to take control or he would soon blow his load and that would be it before she had reached any satisfaction of her own. So with one almighty shove she rolled him over onto his back and in one swift move she was astride him sitting upright impaled on his cock. Now she had full control and Don wasn't about to complain.

The sight that greeted him was one that he would never forget. The most gorgeous girl in the world right before him completely naked with her huge firm tits waving around in front of her like two barrage balloons, he had never seen a sexier sight, and if that wasn't enough he was balls deep inside her.

Arrogantly he put his hands behind his head and just watched as she closed her eyes and began to slide herself up and down on his pole. She was becoming lost in a world of her own as she gradually picked up more and more speed.

The old man didn't know how long he could last as he watched the swaying motion of her tits. She was clearly enjoying the whole experience and he couldn't resist shouting his encouragement at her.

"Oh yes go on faster faster.........oooh look at them tits, oh God yes go on go on, make 'em bounce." As he spoke she seemed to respond doing as he said, and the faster she got the more her great big heavy tits bounced up and down. "God look at them fuckers, oh fuck yes yes go on make 'em bounce more more more, oooh fuck look at the huge fuckin' things!"

Mandy could feel her orgasm building inside as she raised herself up until his cock was almost out before lowering herself back down all the way to his balls. "Ooooooh mmmmmm, oooh yes yes," she softly whispered as her juices began pouring from within all over this old mans filthy stinking cock.

He just watched in complete awe as she placed her sweet delicate little hands over her gigantic knockers and began to roll them around massaging the firm flesh with her beautifully manicured fingers. He knew he could shoot his load at any minute, it was just all becoming too much.

Mandy looked down at the expression on his face, he looked like his eyes might pop out of his head at any minute. He looked desperate and even emotional as she saw tears welling in his eyes. It was all the encouragement she needed to tease him more.

She tossed her head back sending her lovely blond hair flying as she carried on caressing and massaging her huge tits, every now and again she would gasp as she tweaked her erect nipples. She even raised a finger to her mouth and sucked seductively on it as she rode up and down on his ever more desperate cock.

"Ooh you teasing bitch," he sighed as she carried on playing with those mind blowing jugs, "oh those tits, those lovely huge tits!" Then suddenly she seemed to freeze and bite down on her bottom lip. Her whole body seemed to tremble and he watched as she sank her fingers deep into her firm tit flesh. He knew this was it, she had to be having an orgasm, and before he could do anything she suddenly became very vocal as she started grinding herself harder and faster against him rocking her hips back and forth with ever increasing speed.

"Ooooh God suck my tits you filthy bastard," she demanded as she leaned forward offering them in her hands like a pair of over ripe melons. He couldn't just watch a moment longer and as they tumred free of her grip spilling into his face he grabbed them from either side and crammed as much into his mouth as he could. At the same time he rammed himself piston-like into her drenched cunt. She reached behind his head and pulled his face deeper into her chest almost suffocating the now wheezing old boy. But he wasn't about to complain as he released his grip and grabbed her ass instead holding it firm while he pounded away with as much rhythm and might as he could muster.

An Unwanted Affair


Life is strange. So many things happen in our lives over which we have no control. Sometimes, these events are so unplanned, so unintentional, that they leave you baffled.

I went through some strange events that threw my life into an endless wave of lust and debauchery.

I had a nice loving husband who loved me a lot, and five beautiful kids whom I adored. I had everything that a woman needs to call herself happily married. Even in my wildest dreams, I couldn't have imagined having an affair with another man.

However, it happened and I couldn't stop it. My licentious affair began with my own man-in-law. Here, I would like to add that it was kind of powerd onto me initially, but later, I must admit, I too began enjoying it.

My relationship with my man-in-law is continuing. Now my husband also knows about it. I have been regularly relaxing with two men in a single house: with my lawfully wedded husband, and when he's not home, with my horny man-in-law.

I was only seventeen when I got married. My husband Adeel, who is just one year older than me, was the only mister of a wealthy sweets shop owner.

Adeel was not good in studies. He floundered repeatedly in his exams. When he failed thrice in his class, his man Rashid Khan, a shrewd businessman, withdrew him from school, and hired him in his own sweets shop.

Adeel liked working at the shop more than adding two plus two in school. He soon learned most of his man's successful business secrets.

However, he had a major weakness: he was extremely bad with numbers.

For some time, Rashid Khan entrusted him with all the responsibilities of running the shop, but soon realized his mister's inability in handling finances. He went back to looking after the sales himself, and Adeel was assigned the task of supervising the production of sweets. Adeel, a meek and introvert youth, never expected more than that. He was content with what he got, and never complained about playing second fiddle to his man.

My man had a small grocery shop at the outskirts of the city selling daily goods and utility items. Earnings weren't very good to support a family of six, my parents, my three sisters, and myself, but we were managing somehow. Abbu (Father) knew Adeel's man, he was just an old acquaintance, nothing more than that.

One fine day, Adeel's man visited our house looking for abbu. They met and talked privately. After Adeel's man left, abbu came inside and happily announced that Rashid Khan was asking my hand for his mister.

Everyone was surprised. Why would a wealthy permister like Rashid Khan like to marry his only mister to the flower of a poor shop owner?

The news spread like a jungle fire in the small town. My neighbors and relatives received this news with contempt and disbelief. But, once they realized that it was true, there were mixed reactions. Some were genuinely happy, while some were very jealous. One of my relatives even suggested that there might be some problem with Adeel, and my man should not accept this marriage.

However, abbu had met with Adeel once at their shop, and he didn't find any abnormality in him. He considered it as a blessing from Allah. He was very happy that at least his eldest flower was getting married to a rich family where she would lead a comfortable life.

Nobody really knew why Rashid khan had chosen me for his mister.

I was too young to understand the intricacies of marriage. Marriage was not a subject in which girls in an orthodox family like ours had any say. All I knew that one day abbu would arrange my marriage with some suitable boy, and I would spend my entire life with him; no questions asked. Therefore, when my lady gave me the news, I didn't respond very eagerly.

Two days later, my younger sister took me to a corner and handed me a photograph. It was taken in some marriage ceremony. It showed a group of teenage boys. She pointed to a frail but handsome looking boy standing in the center of the group.

I stared at the picture of my future husband, suddenly overwhelmed with a strange emotion. I had never felt like that before. I didn't realize then that I had fallen in love with the shy looking boy smiling in the photograph.

A month later, we got married in a lavish ceremony.

After the marriage, I got my first taste of sex. We couldn't meet on the first night as the ceremonies continued until dawn. When I was finally taken into our bedroom, my eyes were drooping with exhaustion. Adeel was no better than me. Both of us were dead tired. Adeel hugged me on the bed. He kissed me; we talked in slow whispers for some time until we fell arelax.

For the first time in my life, I slept on the side of a man whom, only a day ago, was a complete stranger to me.

It was the second night of our marriage, when Adeel made love to me for the first time. I still remember the feeling of utter shame when he began to strip me. I made him switch off all the lights before he proceeded to undo my clothes. After removing my clothes, he stripped hurriedly. In the complete darkness of our bedroom, I heard the rustling of his clothes and felt his presence only when he got between my legs.

Then his cock poked at my virgin pussy.

Both of us were virgins. Neither of us had any prior exposure to the opposite sex. A married friend of mine had given me some mushy insight about this night. She had especially asked me not to stop my husband. She had also told me that it would hurt the first time but would be great fun later.

Adeel tried to insert his cock into my pussy clumsily. After some fumbling, he was able to insert his cock head into my pussy. It tore my virgin hymen, and I cried with pain. He stopped pushing further, but didn't pull his cock out of my pussy. After waiting for my pain to subside, he began to move his glans gently in and out of my pussy.

Adeel fucked me with only his cock head inside my pussy. It was painful at the beginning, but soon the pain began to recede, and an unusual feeling of rapture began to overwhelm my body.

Adeel didn't push his cock further. I could feel his cock head moving in and out of my cunt and then all of a sudden he erupted. His hot cum spilled mostly over my cunt lips and soaked my thick bush. It was a thick hot sticky liquid, and on that first occasion, it didn't appear very pleasant.

Adeel immediately withdrew his cock and rolled off me.

I grabbed my clothes and rushed to the bathroom. I washed the thick gluey liquid that was sticking to my pussy and my dense bush. There was also some red mixed with the cum that oozed out of my pussy. My friend had warned me about it so I didn't panic. Before coming out, I put my clothes back on.

Adeel was waiting outside, still naked. He had switched on a night lamp. My face turned crimmister with shame, but I could not avoid having a good look at my husband's depleted cock which, only minutes ago, had taken my maidenhood. He stepped into the bathroom shutting the door behind him.

Adeel came out of the bathroom, with a tahmed (sarong) around his waist. We then slept in each other's embrace.

Next morning, my cunt was sore. I felt a little discomfort while walking. However, as the day progressed the pain was replaced by a gentle tenderness. Even after the painful experience of last night, I eagerly waited for the next night. I was longing to go through that experience again, wanted to feel my Adeel's cock sloshing in my tender pussy and then ejaculating his seeds inside my depth. As I waited eagerly, I sensed a wetness seeping between my pussy lips.

It was very strange; I had never felt like that before. I was dying to get laid again.

I felt ashamed of my lustful thoughts.

That night, I took the entire length of his cock inside my pussy. My cunt was still sore from the previous day's adventure, but I didn't stop Adeel. He continued ramming his cock into me and after some effort; it was completely buried in my hungry depths. Adeel fucked me in a slow rhythm until he erupted inside my cunt, filling it with his hot seed. This time, his hot thick cum didn't feel bad inside my cunt, I rather liked the feeling of his hard cock jerking and erupting inside me.

After that day, we fucked almost daily. With time, we lost our inhibitions and indulged in sex more often. As a result, I was pregnant after two months and became a lady within a year of my marriage.

I always considered Adeel to be the perfect man for me; but he had a very meek disposition. He was completely overshadowed by his man's towering permisterality. Rashid Khan, though loved his mister, was a very dominating man. Throughout, his younghood he had been critical of his mister and as a result, Adeel's permisterality remained subdued. He could never face his man for anything whether it was right or wrong. He silently accepted any commands given by his man.

Adeel once told me that he hadn't even seen my picture before our marriage. His man arranged his marriage and informed him. I was chosen as his mister's wife because Rashid Khan believed that a girl from a poor family would always be at his mercy and would never pose a threat to him.

I also feel that to some extent, my man-in-law was right in this belief. I was brought up in a family where women had no say in the day to day functioning of the household, and no surprise that I too believed that.

As time passed, Adeel got busier with the shop. The old man began to give him more responsibilities. However, he kept the final control in his hands and never let my husband take full responsibility of his business.

I had nothing to complain about. Adeel was his only mister and the rightful heir. Above all, I was leading a life I could never have imagined in my life. I had a loving husband and a beautiful young. I couldn't have asked for anything better from life.

After the birth of our first mister, the frequency of sex dwindled as I became a busy lady tending to the needs of a tiny tot and Adeel got busier in the shop. Over the years, the frequency of our sexual encounters dwindled further.

Adeel and I never observed any kind of protection during our lovemaking, and so, by the end of tenth year of my marriage, I was lady to five beautiful youngren: three misters and two flowers.

Many things had changed over the last ten years. I was now a fully grown woman in my late twenties. I was no more a cute, skinny petite dove like the one I used to be at the time of my marriage. I had put on some weight. My tits had lost their original firmness and had begun to sag a little. Bearing youngren had left some scars and a fleshy hump around my tummy. My small taut buttocks became somewhat swollen, and my thighs appeared fleshier.

Nevertheless, I was happy and contented with my life. My husband still loved me very much, and he never failed to praise how beautiful I looked. I had every reamister to believe him.

I loved my husband very much and no thought about any other man ever occurred to me. Not until I began to notice changes in my man-in-law's behavior.

My lady-in-law died many years before my marriage. Therefore, I was the only woman in my house other than a maid who visited our house in the morning and afternoons to clean the house.

My man-in-law was very fond of me. He took good care of me, and my family. He played with my kids, bought them gifts and toys, paid for their school, and their other expenses. He did everything a good grandman would do for his grandyoungren. Unlike my man, my husband's man was quite liberal and he let me enjoy lot of freedom in the house.

I too treated him like my abbu.

Father-in-law was fifty, but appeared much younger than his age. I must admit that he was good looking and well maintained for his age. I could never guess why he didn't get married again after the death of his wife. He could have easily found a much younger and beautiful wife for himself. Adeel once told me that his man loved his lady very much, and probably he lost interest in sex after the death of his beloved wife. I really admired him for being so devoted to his dead wife.

However, his recent activities revealed a darker side of him.

He had been entrusting more and more responsibility to my husband. His business was flourishing; the shop was doing very well. Father-in-law saw the opportunity and opened a branch of his shop in another part of the city. It increased Adeel's workload as he was looking after both establishments. It kept him busy with little time for the kids and me.

Adeel's man stopped visiting his shop altogether, and began to manage his affairs from the home itself. He appointed a cashier at the shop to help Adeel with the finances.

Father-in-law began spending more and more of his time at home. He didn't have much to do, so he began spending more time with the kids. When they weren't home, he spent his time sitting in his room watching some television program or some movie on his player. He was very fond of Bollywood and Hollywood movies.

Recently, he had purchased a brand-new DVD player. Every other day, he would bring home some borrowed disc from a nearby shop and watch it with kids, or sometimes with the whole family. He had a good collection of DVDs of his own. He had given me his old DVD player. Often, I used the player during the afternoons for watching movies while waiting for the kids to return from school.

Although it started with subtle hints, I began to notice the way Adeel's man looked at me.

I caught him, a number of times, staring at me in a peculiar way. He began to seek excuses to visit the kitchen every now and then. I normally spent most of my time in the kitchen or in my bedroom. Often, I found him coming to the kitchen on one pretext or another and trying to talk to me. At times, I found him staring at my bosom with a lecherous look in his eyes. One day, he accidentally kept his hands over my shoulders. He immediately withdrew it, but such accidents began to happen very often. There were certain occasions when I felt his eyes boring into my cleavage. Sometimes, when I passed near him, I had a strange feeling that he had been ogling my buttocks.

He started bringing gifts for me very often, sometimes rather expensive gifts. Initially, I was happy with his gestures, but later I got suspicious.

He was very careful about his actions. Whenever Adeel or the housemaid was home, he kept himself confined to his room, pretending to be reading some magazine or watching a television program. As soon as the kids were off to school and the housemaid left for another house, he would appear at the kitchen door asking for something.

We live in a spacious three room house that my man-in-law built long ago. The front door opens to a wide corridor, which passes between two big facing rooms, one is my bedroom and other belonged to the kids. The corridor opens into a spacious veranda and to an open courtyard after that. The kitchen is situated after my bedroom and its doors open to the veranda. Facing the kitchen, on the other side of the open courtyard, lies Father-in-law's bedroom.

My bedroom initially belonged to my man-in-law, however, after my marriage, he gave us his bedroom and he took another bedroom. The two bedrooms in our house have attached bathrooms. There is also an additional bathroom situated just after the youngren's room. It opens to the veranda. The common bathroom is a small one. Usually, it was kept locked and was rarely used.

The other major change I noticed in my man-in-law was that he stopped using his own attached bathroom. He began taking his showers in the common bathroom. It was very strange. It gave him ample opportunity to roam around the house wearing only a towel around his waist. Often, I found him deliberately lurking here and there in the veranda in his seminude state, especially when we were alone at home.

I found his actions little suspicious but tried to ignore him. I never expected that a man of his age, and his reputation could be harboring ulterior motives about his own flower-in-law. I was more confused because for the last ten years he had been a perfect gentleman, never giving me a chance to doubt his intentions.

One afternoon, after the housemaid left, I was alone at home. I fed the two young kids and left them relaxing in my bedroom. After a while, I heard him calling me from his room. When I went there, he was lying on his bed in a vest and a tahmed (sarong). He told me that he was feeling some pain in his back and asked me to rub a pain reliever on his back. He gave me a tube of pain reliever.

I took the tube. He immediately got up and removed his vest. He was now half-naked standing in front of me. I had seen him roaming around the house, wearing only his tahmed; but never before had he taken his vest off in front of me. My face turned scarlet with embarrassment.

Notwithstanding a small potbelly, he had a rather good physique for a fifty-year old.

Father-in-law didn't seem to notice it. He lay on his bed on his stomach, and pointed to a region in his lower back and asked me to apply cream to it.

I sat at the edge of his bed. I squeezed the tube, took a large gob of white cream between my fingers and began rubbing it over the affected area. Father-in-law closed his eyes and rested his head over his folded hands. I rubbed the paste over his aching back in silence.

Then I noticed that his tahmed was tied in such way that a small part of the crack of his ass was visible. I began feeling uncomfortable. My face turned red but out of respect for the old man, I continued rubbing the cream on his back.

It went on for about five minutes. Finally, he asked me to stop and told me that his back felt better.

I got up from his bed and proceeded to go out of his room when he turned on the bed. Even in my rush to leave his room, I didn't miss the massive tent formed in the front of his tahmed.

Ashamed and terrified, I rushed to my bedroom, locked the door, and sat on my bed.

I was stunned.

My heart was beating fast. I could hear my heart beats hammering in my ears. I was now sure about my man-in-law's intentions towards me. The old man wanted me.

I was horrified at the thought.

I was brought up in a very strict and conservative family. Although my parents let me study, my education was in an all-girls school. My lady never let me out without wearing a veil. I wasn't allowed to talk to any boy from the neighborhood. The only man in my life was my husband Adeel. I loved him; although at times, I felt sad for him not being so smart like his man. All ten years of my marriage, Adeel had been a very good husband and I never felt any inclination to think about any other man.

Now, after a long period of a happy married life, things were beginning to change. My man-in-law was trying to seduce me.

I was afraid and perplexed by his behavior. I didn't know what had gone into his head. He had always been a man figure to me. It's true that he never gave Adeel full power over the shop, and he remained in control of all affairs and showed no intentions of retiring. However, he did everything that a good man could do for his family. He looked after all of us very well. At times, he got upset with Adeel, sometimes even lost his temper but he never said anything to me. He helped me in every possible way to make my life comfortable.
I didn't know why he was behaving in such a manner now. I thought about telling Adeel about the incident, but later decided against it. I didn't know how he would react to this news. He was very afraid of his man, and I had never seen him taking a stand against his man, even when he was not wrong.

I was afraid that man-in-law would call me to his room the next day, therefore, when he informed us that night that he would be out of the city for some days, I was relieved and happy. I was probably imagining too much, and everything would be fine after his return.

He was visiting a nearby city to attend some marriage ceremony in his friend's family.

Father-in-law returned three days later. The youngren were at school and Adeel had already gone to the shop. After freshening up, he called me into his room. I was a bit apprehensive, but I went. He was standing by his bed with his briefcase lying open on the bed. He was rummaging through its contents. I used my chunni (a scarf) to cover my head and went near him.

Father-in-law took the clothes out of his briefcase and produced some small packages.

"For the youngren," he said as he handed me the packages.

I took them. Then he pulled a few DVD cases out of his bag.

"I've brought some new movies, like to watch?"

"No... I'm not free now." I was eager to get out of his room. "I'll watch later."

"I'm not asking you to watch it now." He smiled. He handed me one DVD from the pack and put the others into his TV cabinet. "Keep it... watch it when you're free. I know you like movies."

I silently took the DVD, left his room, and took a deep sigh of relief. Maybe I was wrong about my man-in-law.

I went to my room and put the DVD in my cupboard. I decided to watch it later in the afternoon.

Father-in-law took his shower. Surprisingly, he didn't use the common bathroom. He washed in his own bathroom. When he came out of his room, he was fully dressed. I was in the kitchen cooking lunch.

"I'm going to the shop." He spoke from the kitchen door. "Is lunch ready?"

"Yes."

He sat at the dining table. I served him food. He ate ravenously. He looked happy. Once or twice he looked at me but didn't talk much. He seemed to be preoccupied with something.

When he left after lunch, I locked the door. I fed Rehaan and Shama, and left them playing in the veranda. My other three kids, Shahid, Sakina, and Parvez, were at school and were not expected until three.

I looked at the wall clock; it was showing 1:00 pm, enough time to straighten my aching limbs. I thought I would take a brief nap.

I slipped in my bed and closed my eyes. Suddenly, I remembered the DVD that man-in-law had given me. I am a big movie fan also; therefore, I dropped the idea of relaxing. I took the DVD out of my cupboard, switched on the television, the DVD player, and inserted the disk into it.

I took the remote and settled on the bed. I adjusted the pillows beneath my back to put myself in a comfortable, reclining position and then pressed the play button on the remote.

The television screen flickered for a few seconds; then it began to show the legal warnings. I pressed the fast-forward button, waited for few seconds and again pressed the play button.

My eyes went wide open with shock and disbelief.

Along with the credits, the screen showed a naked white woman lying on a sofa. A black man with a gigantic cock was fucking her hairless pussy while she was gripping, and sucking the cock of another white male.

In my panic, I simply forgot to use the remote, immediately jumped off my bed and switched off the television.

Then I stood there shivering violently.

I had never seen such a wanton display of sexual acts before. I had heard about porn movies; and I was vaguely aware of the fact that in such movies, fucking scenes were shot from very close quarters. However, what I just saw appeared simply disgusting.

Gradually, the trembling was replaced by anger. I was furious with my man-in-law. The old man was playing games with me. He had deliberately handed me a blue film DVD.

Bastard...

Seething with anger, I decided that I would confront the old man, and if he refused to mend his ways, I would report the incident to Adeel.

I could not let this go on forever.

After making up my mind, I took the disk out of the player and put it back in my cupboard. My youngren arrived from school, and I got busy with them. The kids ate their food, and then all of them went out of the house to play with their friends, leaving Shama, the youngest one, and me alone in the house.

Father-in-law arrived at about five in evening. When I opened the door, he smiled at me, and then went directly to his room.

I waited for some time. I was furious with him, but now when I was about to face him, I started feeling nervous.

I went to my room, took the CD from my cupboard, waited there for some time, breathing heavily, trying to overcome my nervousness.

Finally, I came out of my bedroom. I crossed the veranda and the open courtyard and knocked on his door.

"Come in." He asked from inside.

I went inside. He was sprawled on his bed, the remote was in his hand and he was continuously changing channels.

He looked at me.

"What's this?" I asked angrily showing him the DVD.

He stared at it then looked at me, puzzled.

"What did you give me?"

"A movie..." He tired to smile.

His smile made me even angrier. I had never been so angry in my whole life. I could feel tears swelling in my eyes.

"You call this a movie?" I threw the DVD on his bed.

He picked up the disk in his hand. His face wore a look of deep surprise. Again, he stared at me as if he couldn't understand why I was shouting at him.

Then his eyes went wide.

I had enough. I could not control my tears. I knew I would start crying, so I immediately turned and began to walk out of his room.

"Nilofer please stop." He called me as he jumped off the bed.

I didn't stop and walked hurriedly toward the door. He rushed close to me and held my hand firmly.

"Let me go." I cried trying to release my hand from his firm grip. But, I was no match for his strength.

"Look Nilofer." He said apologetically. "It's just a mistake. I didn't give it to you deliberately."

"Let go of my hand." Angrily, I tried to free my hand from his grip, finally succeeding in getting out of his clutches.

I ran out of his room, and scurried to my room. Father-in-law followed me. I quickly locked my room from the inside.

I heard his footsteps approaching the door. Then he knocked lightly.

I didn't reply.

"Nilofer, please listen to me." He was almost pleading. "I didn't do it knowingly."

"I don't want to listen to anything. When Adeel returns, then we'll talk."

"Please... Nilofer... don't tell anything to Adeel. Believe me, it was not intentional."

"Please go," I shouted from inside. "I don't want to talk to you."

There was a silence for some time.

"Look Nilofer... your lady-in-law died thirteen years ago. I miss her so I bought it for myself. I gave it to you by mistake... you must believe me."

I realized that if I continue answering his calls he would not go away. I kept silent.

Finally he spoke. "Okay... if you don't want to listen... I'll go. But please don't tell Adeel about it."

I heard him move away from the door, and then there was silence everywhere. I was in no hurry to open the door. I rubbed my eyes to wipe the tears.

I remained in my room until my youngren returned. Father-in-law was locked inside his room. I washed my face and began preparing dinner. I pondered what had happened this afternoon. I didn't know whether my man-in-law was telling the truth. But, after much deliberation I decided to give him a chance.

"I... I... will tell Adeel." As a final resort, I tried to threaten him hoping that it would work.

It made him even angrier.

"Listen you slut," his voice suddenly filled with menacing tone, "Do you really think Adeel can save you from me?"

I gave him a terrified look; nothing came out of my lips.

Father-in-law retorted. "Don't have any misgivings... I can kick you all out of my house... right now. What would he do then?"

A morbid fear began to grip me.

"Adeel's good for nothing, you know that; you know it very well," Father-in-law chewed every word he spoke. "If I kick you out, do you think he'll be able to look after you?"

Tears began to stream down my cheeks.

"Please let me go, I'm like your flower." I pleaded.

"If I had a flower like you," his eyes were burning with an unfathomable lust, "I would've fucked her too. God knows how long I've been dreaming about you, from the day I first saw you naked."

I stared at his lust filled face. I didn't know what he was talking about. When did he see me nude? I couldn't recall.

"Listen... Nilu..." His voice was suddenly softer. "Just give me what I want. I'll give you everything you need."

"No, I can't." I sobbed. "Please let me go."

Deep in my heart, I was aware that he was probably correct. My introvert and meek husband was no match for his man's dominance. With his delicate disposition, I doubted that he would be able to look after us if thrown out of his man's house. I dared not think what would happen if I had to move out of the house.

He sensed my resignation.

"What's your decision?"

"What do you want?" I gave him a resigned look.

His lips spread in a leering smile. "Still pretending... bitch."

He pushed me back on the bed. He reached his hand between my legs. I felt his hand groping between my thighs, roaming over my pussy. He fumred to locate the cord of my salwar (a traditional loose pant like dress worn by women) and when he found it, he undid it. He then grabbed the cloth and pushed it off my thighs.

"No... please don't." I cried in shame.

I closed my eyes in utter shame. Tears rolled out of eyes and disappeared into my hair. He pulled the salwar off my leg and tossed it aside. His hand was now moving over my naked thighs. I felt it groping at my knickers. Without waiting, he pulled them off too. He then lifted the hem of my kurta (a long shirt) and exposed my naked cunt.

My most intimate and private part was exposed so brazenly to the leering eyes of my man-in-law. I opened my eyes for a fraction of second. His bulging eyes were glued to my exposed pussy. He was slowly wetting his lips with his tongue.

My face turned red with utmost shame and disgust. I had never been so lecherously exposed even to my husband in my ten years of married life. We fucked mostly with all the lights off. Adeel liked it that way and I never thought beyond that. I couldn't recollect many occasions when Adeel had seen me completely naked.

I was lying on my man-in-law's bed with my lower half completely bare, my man-in-law lustily gazing at my hairy pussy. He had taken his cock out of his tahmed and was stroking it with his left hand.

My heart was beating like a drum. I crossed my legs in a vain attempt to hide my hairy cunt from his lecherous gaze.

He watched this with an amazed look in his eyes. His left hand still stroking his cock, he undid his tahmed. It fell on the floor. He climbed on his bed and settled near my thighs. I closed my eyes again.

I felt his hand roaming over my pussy slowly. He powerd my legs apart and spread them wide. Then his fingers touched my pussy. He spread my cunt lips. My body twitched when his index finger touched my inner labia.

"Come on... enjoy it Nilu." I felt his hot breath over my cheeks as his lips touched my lips. "I'm sure you're not getting it for the first time." He whispered in my ear and then laughed lecherously.

His fingers continued rummaging through my bushy cunt.

"Oh... gawd... what a pussy!" He muttered to himself.

He withdrew his hand from my cunt and positioned himself between my wide spread legs. He took his cock between in his fist and began running the inflated head over my slit. My mind began to revolt again. This place was reserved only for my beloved husband, and now it was being ***d so wantonly by none other than his own man.

"No!" I tried to push him back.

He laughed like a maniac and grabbed me again, pinning me on the bed. I continued struggling but soon realized that I was no match for his vulgar strength.

With my arms pinned with his hands, he positioned himself between my thighs. I felt his cock head nudging between my pussy lips. He leaned forward, brought my both hands together over my head and grabbed them with his right hand. His left hand was now free. His powerful legs pressed my struggling legs relentlessly, stifling my resistance.

With his free hand, he gripped his cock, and placed the tip at the entrance of my cunt. I felt my pussy lips spread to accommodate the intruding organ. He pushed forward. His cock entered mercilessly inside my cunt. I felt a sharp twinge of pain between my thighs; and I cried loudly. His cock must be thicker than Adeel's tool.

The pain caused my eyes to open. I found his face just above mine, staring into my eyes. When he found me looking in his eyes, he smiled lewdly and gave a massive thrust. His mammoth hardness tore into me. It felt like a burning rod entering between my thighs.

"No... please," I wailed with pain. "please take it out... it's hurting."

He laughed triumphantly, happy for his prized win. "Stop crying, it's already in dear."

I then realized that his tool was completely buried inside my hurting pussy, his balls touching the back of my ass. He bent his head and kissed me. He held still for some time enjoying the feel of his long thick tool resting inside my smarting pussy. Then he withdrew his cock until only the tip remained inside. The pain eased a little.

He pushed again ramming his massive hardness deep into my pussy. I yelled again.

"Aah... Nilu... what a tight cunt." He gave me a lecherous grin.

He began fucking me with long strokes. Realizing that he would not listen to my cries; I resigned myself to my fate. He didn't relent and continued plundering my pussy with hard strokes.

With every passing second, his humping got wilder. He fucked me harder and harder. Slowly the pain began to ease off; my cunt got adjusted to his savage thrusting. His rough thrusting cock tickled some unknown nerves and my pussy began to lubricate. I didn't want to admit it, but my body began to respond to his humping.

He was still plundering my cunt mercilessly, but now his massive cock was moving smoothly in my velvety depth. He had a kind of strange raw natural energy, which I had never felt before with Adeel.

He was groaning and panting with effort. His face and body were covered with perspiration. Yet, he showed no sign of relenting. He continued fucking my pussy, with every stroke, his humping got more and more ferocious.

Finally, he cried loudly, and plunged his cock all the way inside my pussy. I felt his cock swell inside me, jerk violently and spurt his hot molten seed inside the soft folds of my cunt. It felt like a hot geyser opening inside me, inundating my soft enclave.

Completely spent, he slumped over me; his face pressed between my breasts which were still hidden beneath the kurta. He was panting with the effort. Surprisingly, I could also hear my own heavy breathing. His cock began to deflate inside me, but he made no attempt to take it out.

When he didn't try to move away, I pushed him back. His cock came out with a loud plop sound. His thick cock juice that was 'till now trapped inside began to ooze out of my hairy cunt. He collapsed on my side.

I got off his bed hurriedly. He looked at me with half opened eyes; did nothing to stop me. I picked up my salwar and knickers from the floor. Before coming out of his room, I turned back and looked at him. His eyes were open, and he wore a lazy look. His lips were spread in a winning smile as he watched me go out.

Father-in-law moved his hand over my buttocks and pulled my soft body into his masculine body. He brought his lips down and kissed me. I readily accepted his advance and returned his kiss. His tongue probed my mouth as his hand kneaded the big halves of my ass.

We kissed passionately. I had forgotten that it was totally forbidden for me. If the truth came out, I would have no place in this society. I would lose my husband, youngren... everything that life had given me so far. I would become a pariah.

Nonetheless, in the heat of the moment, none of this came to my mind. All I wanted was that magnificent cock plundering my hungry pussy.

Father-in-law seemed to understand my desire. He took my hand and placed it over his cock. Under the falling water from the shower, it felt like a burning rod of steel, strong and thick. His hand moved between my thighs, and his fingers explored my soaked hairy pussy. He inserted a digit into my cunt.

I moaned with delight.

He fucked me with his finger. His finger was thick, almost like a cock. My cunt willingly accepted the intruding digit and clasped it in its velvety enclave.

I was breathing hard with passion. His moving finger inside my cunt was doing miracles, causing my cunt to beg for more. I felt my warm cunt juices soaking his finger. He drove me crazy with desire. I desperately wanted his thick rigid tool between my pussy lips. I tightened my fingers over his cock and rubbed it against my pussy lips.

Father-in-law brought his mouth to my soft nipples. He took one between his lips and sucked it hard, making me whimper with lust. I was still a lactating lady. He sucked milk from my breast hungrily. I realized that if I didn't let him fuck me, I would die of my extreme desire.

"Ahhhhhhhhh..." I heard myself moaning. I wanted to tell him that it felt so good, but the words got stuck in my mouth.

Father-in-law alternated between my tits, sucking both nipples one by one, enjoying my ladyly milk. He gave equal attention to each of my tits. His sucking became rougher. I began to whimper and squirm; my hand tightly squeezed and released his cock.

He let go my tits and began kissing me on my stomach. I felt his tongue probing into my belly button. His tongue moved further down toward the hairy mound of my pussy. Then I felt his tongue sliding over my bushy cunt lips.

It was an entirely new experience. For a second, I thought that I would die with rapture. Adeel had never kissed me down there. I had never enjoyed the bliss of oral sex though I was vaguely aware of the fact that some people do things like that.

"What... what are you doing?" I moaned-- never wanting him to stop.

Father-in-law spread my fleshy thighs and began licking my dripping pussy. I felt his tongue exploring my inner cunt lips and my tiny bud protruding at the top. His tongue flicked rapidly over my inflamed clitoris.

He began to eat my pussy heatedly. He slid his tongue deep into my juicy cunt, and then pulled it out slowly. He pinched my clit and then tried to take it between his lips. My clit is very small so he powerd his lips over it and sucked it sharply.

My body shuddered as a sudden flash of pleasure shot through my body. I arched my back and cried out. My thighs were trembling violently. My hand fumred to hold something on the wall to prevent myself from collapsing. I raised my hands and groped for the shower's pipe. I grabbed it with both hands. Supporting my load against the pipe, I spread my legs further providing his probing tongue further access to my dripping pussy. I became aware of my hairy armpits, realizing that I hadn't shaved them for almost six months.

Father-in -law was pretty occupied with my cunt. He sucked my cunt lips into his mouth and flicked my clit so wildly with his tongue that I was afraid I might come before he even started fucking me.

I squirmed my thighs against his tongue.

As if he understood my desperation, man-in-law withdrew his tongue from my dripping pussy. I wondered how he would fuck me as there wasn't enough space in the bathroom. I expected him to take me out to his bedroom. However, he had other plans. He pushed the bucket and a small plastic tub to one corner, then grabbed me by my hips and helped me settle on the limited space on the bathroom floor. It was an awkward position as my legs were high and resting against the wall. He positioned himself between my legs and lowered himself.

I watched deliriously as he lowered his waist. I felt his fingers holding his cock as he fumred at the opening. He found the right place and planted the tip. Then he pushed forward. His thick cock moved easily in my dripping cunt. He didn't have to make any further efforts as my cunt was well lubricated. He lowered his hips until the entire length of his cock was buried inside me.

Intuitively, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He buried his face between my undulating tits and started fucking me with his massive cock. His movements were slow at first probably because of our awkward position, but he soon found his rhythm and began fucking me harder and faster.

I could feel his gigantic prick fucking deeper and deeper into my dripping cunt hole. With every stroke, it was driving me nuts. I clasped my thighs tightly around his waist and tried to wiggle my hips, trying to get his raging cock even deeper into my willing cunt.

His face was buried in my tits. His lips were mercilessly kneading my soft flesh. He was groaning loudly with lust.

"Nilu... what a cunt." He was out of breath with exertion. He pounded my pussy relentlessly.

His lewd words worked to aggravate my longing for his ferocious cock. I began working my cunt muscles over his cock. I tried to hold his cock tightly inside by squeezing my cunt muscles. Father-in-law moaned with pleasure.

Both of us had completely forgotten the water that was continuously falling over our burning bodies.

"Aaahhhhh... aah... aah..." I realized that I was actually moaning with lust with every plunge he made into my hungry cunt. My pussy was dripping profusely under his onslaught.

Over and over, man-in-law fucked his mammoth cock deep into my wet slick pussy. I couldn't take it anymore. My orgasm hit me like a flash of lightening.

"Aahhhhhhhhhhh..." I moaned shamelessly, completely oblivious to the fact that I was actually coming while fucking my man-in-law. I enjoyed my orgasm with wild abandon.

Father-in-law sensed my orgasm. He began pumping my pussy even harder.

"I'm coming... Nilu... its coming." He moaned and fucked his cock all the way into my ravenous pussy. He cried loudly as his cock began shooting inside me. Wads of thick sticky cum spurt from his massive fuck tool and gushed into my ravenous pussy. He pressed my body against the floor. I put my arms around his neck and enjoyed the hot molten seed erupting from his rigid shaft.

Slowly, the throbbing subsided and his cock began to soften inside me. My legs were still clenching to his waist. He rested his face over my tits, desperately trying to control his erratic breathing.

We remained there in that position, trying to catch our breaths. Then I lowered my leg on the floor. He got up. His limp cock slipped out of me.

His cum oozed out of my freshly fucked pussy, dribbling along the crack of my ass, mixed with the water pouring from the shower. The water helped in rinsing a part of our fuck juices from our bodies.

Father-in-law gave me a satisfied grin.

"God knows Nilu," He smiled. "I never fucked a cunt like yours."

After so recklessly enjoying a mind blowing fuck with my man-in-law, I suddenly found myself turning red with shame and embarrassment.

Father-in-law helped me in washing my cunt. He took his time in working his fingers up my pussy and cleansed every drop of cum deposited.

Still, he was not satisfied. We showered together and only then, he relented and released me. I hurriedly fled to my room, naked, leaving my drenched clothes lying on the bathroom floor.

I closed the doors from the inside and grabbed a towel. I stood in front of my dressing table; dried my soaked body and began drying my wet hair with the towel.

I looked at my naked reflection in the mirror. My body was glowing with the aftereffects of my shower fuck with my man-in-law. I found myself turning crimmister.

I had cheated on my loving husband. I wasn't fully responsible for the last day's incident. However, I couldn't deny that I had seen it coming, yet didn't do much to stop it. Perhaps I should have informed Adeel about his man's overtures much earlier.

Now, it was too late. The thin line separating my relationship with my man-in-law had been crossed. The truth was that I had enjoyed it; in fact, I rather waited for it to happen today.

By succumbing to the temptation, I had lost any moral ground that I had before starting my lustful relation with my man-in-law.

I saw my flower stirring in her bed. Afraid that she would wake up at any moment, I dropped the towel, and hurriedly took a new pair of bra and panties from the dresser and slipped them on my body.

I was about to put my salwar and kurta on when there was a knock at the door.

"Who's there?" Although, I knew who it was.

"Nilu... open the door," The horny old man was gain back, "wanna show you something."

"Not yet." I replied, again feeling a sudden rush of excitement running through my body. "I'm still undressed."

Immediately, his lecherous laughter remisterated from the other side of door. "Still have something to hide? Please open... I've got something for you."

I thought for a moment, and then opened the door. Father-in-law stepped inside.

He was in his usual dress; his upper body bare and a tahmed carelessly wrapped around his waist that did nothing to hide the bulge in front of his crotch. When he saw me standing in only in a bra and panties, his eyes opened wide in admiration.

"It's for you." He gave me a lewd grin. He brought his hand from behind his back and presented me with a box.

I reached out and took the box in my hand. I lifted the lid and slowly opened the box. Nestled in the blue velvety cloth was a beautiful pearl necklace. He removed it from the box and held it up.

"It's for you." He whispered.

"No... I can't take it." I refused. "What am I gonna tell Adeel."

"Don't worry about him." He handed me the necklace. "Just give him any cock and bull story... he'll believe it."

He moved behind me, took the necklace from me and slipped it around my neck. Then he took me in front of the mirror.

"Nilu... you're gorgeous." He spoke as he slipped his arms around my waist. I felt his hardness pressing into my back.

His hand slipped inside my panties, and his hand touched my juicy, swollen cunt lips and quickly found my clit. He began to rub my tiny love-button.

"No... please stop... not anymore." I resisted, but he didn't listen to me. In a flash, he slipped my panties off my legs. Then he unhooked my bra and dropped it on the floor.

"Now look," Said the horny old man. "so... beautiful."

I stared at the petite naked woman, with only a pearl necklace around her neck, staring at me from the mirror. A pair of hands were working over her hairy pussy from behind. I had never been in such a position.

A sudden wave of arousal rushed through my body.

I felt his cock poking into my ass cheeks. Then I realized that man-in-law had already dropped his tahmed, and he was standing completely naked behind me.

Father-in-law grabbed me from behind and powerd me to bend forward.

"No... not." I tried to stop him. "What're you doing?"

He didn't listen and pushed me. I bent forward and grabbed the edge of the dressing table. I was now on all fours with my ass high in air and my hands gripping the dressing table. He positioned himself behind me.

I held my breath as his mammoth manhood touched my glistening pussy.

He took the cock tip between his thumb and index finger and planted the tip at the opening of my scorching pussy. My entire body shivered with strange anticipation. I was never fucked from behind before. Although, Adeel and I were aware about many positions of fucking, but we had never given it a try. It was mostly done in missionary position. Adeel never liked to experiment; and I was too prudish to ask for any such thing.

I waited with bated breath.

"Sorry Nilu... can't stop now." I felt his cock head gently opening my inflamed cunt lips.

He gripped my hips and gave a massive push. His cock began its journey into my already creaming pussy. In one stroke, it was completely buried into me. His crotch banged against my ass.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh..." Father-in-law cried in excitement as his cock plunged into my cunt. He began fucking me vigorously.

I waited for a moment and then began responding to his strokes. Father-in-law fucked me harder and faster. I was surprised at his energy. Only fifteen minutes ago, he had fucked me in the shower, and now his cock was again buried inside from behind and he was pumping my pussy like a madman. I could never recall being fucked by Adeel twice in one day. Probably during the initial years of our marriage, he had fucked me more than once but such occasions were very rare.

I had a sense of exhilaration for being such a turn on for my man-in-law.

His cock was moving in and out of my ravenous cunt like a piston. With every stroke, he was pulling his cock completely out of my pussy and then immediately ramming it back into my horny depths. I began to squirm.

I lifted my head and stared at the woman at me from the mirror. Her face contorted with lust; she was groaning, moaning, begging the old man to pump her pussy harder and harder. It was entirely a different woman. The simple homely housewife was lost somewhere, and I was looking at a cock hungry whore who was so lecherously enjoying her ordeal.

Father-in-law was groaning with effort. His movements were increasing with every passing second. His strong thighs slapped against the back of my thighs again and again. My whole body reveled with the exquisite feeling.

"Aarhhhhhhhhhhhh..." He moaned loudly as he plunged his hard on into my pussy. I sensed his impending orgasm and thrust my ass to take his plunge.

His cock exploded like a massive volcano, releasing a big load of thick fresh cum deep inside my pussy. I felt his jerking within the velvety folds of my pussy and releasing gob after gob of fresh cum. It triggered my own orgasm. My pussy twitched violently around his cock. I forcibly squeezed my thighs trying to milk his shooting cock.

His cock jerked inside me for the final time, and then his ejaculation stopped. He withdrew his slick cock out of my cum filled pussy.

Father-in-law slumped over my back, breathing heavily. I felt his cum oozing out of my pussy and slowly trickling along my inner thighs.

Finally, he got up releasing his grip on my hips. I got up and turned to face him. I looked at his cum soaked cock that was fast shrinking in size. He gave me an exultant look.

Lovingly, he put his had over my dripping pussy and gently ran his fingers over my slit. I closed my eyes and reveled in a wanton abandon.

"Nilu..." He spoke. I opened my eyes.

"You should take care of yourself." He pointed toward my hairy underarms. "Go to a parlor and get this removed."

He gave me warm smile, and went out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.

I staggered to my bed and collapsed over it. I got back to my senses only when my one year old flower woke up and began crying.

I suddenly felt ashamed of my nakedness in front of my toddler. I slipped a sheet, covered my naked body, and took her in my arms.

That afternoon, I visited a beauty salon to get a complete makeover.

IV


We never know what life has in store for us. We start doing something that we don't enjoy, but end up liking it.

Something similar happened to me. My amorous relationship with my man-in-law started as a non-consensual one. I hated my man-in-law for taking advantage of my vulnerability. He threatened me and then fucked me against my will. However, once I took his cock into my pussy, I forgot everything.

It was a strange kind of love-hate relationship. I still hated him secretly for what he did to me, yet I longed to feel his cock fucking into my horny pussy.

I never realized when I was transformed from a simple housewife to a cock-hungry slut.

There were brief spells of righteousness, when I thought that I should stop screwing my man-in-law. But they were short-lived. Father-in-law successfully thwarted any such attempt. He cajoled me, brought me new gifts and if that didn't work then he threatened me; he did everything to get inside my panties.

And he succeeded every time.

I was aware that I had been cheating on my faithful husband. It always kept nagging in the back of my head. In moments of solitude, I always felt overwhelmed by a deep sense of remorse. Yet, I couldn't resist the carnal pleasure that I enjoyed in the company of my man-in-law. After many years of marriage, I began caring for my looks. I started dressing nicely, and enjoying the frequent gifts my man-in-law had been bestowing upon me. I was sure Adeel must have noticed those changes. He appeared surprised at times, but he never mentioned it.

Father-in-law was an extremely horny old stud. He fucked me everywhere in the house; on his bed, on my bed, on the dining table, in the shower, even in the open courtyard. I can't recall if there were anywhere left in the house where we didn't fuck.

Once I lost my reservations, I began to explore every facet of lovemaking with my man-in-law. I did many things with him which I could never have dreamt of doing with Adeel. I began watching porn movies with my man-in-law. I found it repulsive initially, but later I started enjoying it. Often, when we were alone at home, we watched movies together. Then he would fuck me in the various styles shown in the movies. I loved the way he sucked my cunt. Father-in-law was an ardent cunt licker. Every time he went down on me, he drove me crazy with pleasure.

One day, he asked me to suck his cock. I was reluctant at first. After some coercion, I agreed with a condition that he would not cum in my mouth. He agreed, and I took his cock in my mouth and sucked it. He kept his promise and when he was about to shoot, he took it out and spurted all over my tits and belly, the same way as it was done in one of the porn movie. I found it highly erotic. Slowly, I began enjoying taking his cock in my mouth and sucking him hard.

I was also aware that it would be very difficult to keep our relationship secret for a very long time. One day Adeel would come to learn about it.

It finally happened.

It was an early October cool morning. My affair with man-in-law had already entered its third month.

The housemaid finished her daily chores; I quickly walked her to the door. I had already fed Shama, and she was fast arelax.

As I locked the front door, man-in-law was already behind me clad in only his trademark tahmed. He grabbed me. His hardness pressed into my ass.

By the time we reached my bedroom, I was completely naked. My clothes were lying carelessly in the corridor from the front door, all the way to my room.

Father-in-law pushed me onto the bed. He undid his tahmed and dropped it on the floor. He hurriedly got between my legs. In a moment, he was between my legs, with his face buried between my thighs and his hungry tongue lashing over my already dripping pussy.

He tongue fucked my horny pussy to an orgasm. My body was writhing with lust. I was dying to feel his massive cock plundering my ravenous pussy.

Father-in-law gripped his cock between his fingers and rubbed it along my wet slit. He didn't attempt to slide it inside my pussy; he just continued rubbing it over my slit.

"Fuck me." I said irritably, gyrating my inflamed cunt lips over his cock head. "Don't make me wait."

"Okay." He leered still running his cock head along my cunt slit.

"Please!" I wriggled my ass trying to get his cock inside me.

"Really? You want it?" he teased me.

"Yes, please don't tease me," I begged, "fuck me hard."

"As you wish my love, here it comes." Finally, he relented and eased the fat head of his cock into the entrance of my cunt. He then stopped again!

"Fuck me!" I cried like a slut, lifting my ass off the bed.

Father-in-law laughed triumphantly, gripped my trembling legs and lunged. His cock pierced my spongy cunt.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!" I moaned as I felt his cock moving deep inside me. My head snapped back. I reveled in the feeling of his massive cock resting inside my scalding pussy.

Father-in-law moved his hips, gently eased his cock from my hungry cunt until only the cock head was still inside. Then he powerd it back into my eager pussy, causing me to moan with ecstasy.

He repeated his action again and again, driving me crazy with his passionate thrusts. A thundering spasm rippled through my pussy each time his cock plunged in. My pussy began dripping profusely with his lustful strokes.

"Like it?" Father-in-law asked as he pumped his cock in my pussy.

"Ahh... ahhh... yes... abbu (daddy)... yes... aahhh..." I murmured between my moans of ecstasy.

"Don't call me abbu." He drove back his cock into my ravenous depth. "How many times do I have to tell you?"

"You're my man-in-law," I teased him, enjoying the way he plundered my pussy mercilessly. "What else should I call you? Adeel will be suspicious."

"Okay you slut... you're teasing me." He drove in his cock with a massive thrust.

"Ahhhhh... ahhhhh!" I wailed in extreme pleasure.

Father-in-law moved his hips faster and faster, driving his cock into my scorching depths. The room was filled with liquid squishing sounds as his cock mercilessly plundered my drooling pussy.

He had started panting with the effort. I moaned loudly as my second orgasm hit me like a lightening. I bucked my hips up to receive his deep thrusts. My body went rigid with my orgasm.

Father-in-law didn't stop pumping. He fucked me even harder. His cock sloshed into my dripping pussy like a piston, with every in-stroke powering a fresh spasm of pleasure in my body.

"Ohhhh... it's coming Nilu... it's coming." Father-in-law was fast approaching his own orgasm. I could sense his cock starting to swell inside me.

"Ahhhhhh!" He finally thrust his cock all the way into my willing receptacle and released his hot cum inside my hungry depths. His cock jerked inside me releasing a fresh load of hot jism.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed his hot juice flooding my cunt.

A long shrilly sound suddenly filled the silence of the house. We stopped in stunned silence, completely oblivious of what was happening. Then he realized it first.

"Shit! Someone's at the door." Father-in-law exclaimed.

Someone was pressing the doorbell.

Startled, man-in-law immediately rolled off me. His throbbing cock popped out of my pussy. Still squirting, it jerked violently and deposited a few more drop over my dark wet bush. Father-in-law jumped off the bed, grabbed his tahmed from the floor.

"Check who's there Nilu." He whispered and rushed out of my bedroom.

I quickly got off the bed, picked my clothes spread all over the corridor and then quickly dressed. There was no time to clean my pussy. I just pulled my panties on.

I glanced at myself in the mirror to make sure that I looked presentable, and I went over to the front door.

The bell rang again, this time for a much longer duration.

"Who's there?" I asked trying to control my erratic breathing.

"Adeel." My heart leaped to my throat. My husband was standing on the other side of the door. I opened the door immediately.

"Where were you?" He looked at me questioningly.

"I was relaxing." In my rush, I couldn't think of a better reply.

"At this hour?" He frowned. "Where's abbu?"

"Don't know; might be relaxing as well."

"Strange... everyone is relaxing." He babred to himself; suddenly he stared at me. "What happened to you? You don't look fine."

Color drained from my face.

"Nothing..." I stammered, not knowing what else to say.

He said nothing, and went into the bedroom. I followed him hurriedly, silently praying. He went near the bed and turned toward me. I saw his nostrils flaring.

I panicked. I shouldn't have let him in. He must have smelled the fresh fragrance of cum that permeated the air.

My eyes glanced over the bed; in my hurry, I had forgotten to adjust the bed cover. It was a complete mess; the bed cover was completely crumpled. There it was, a small wet spot on the sheets, almost an inch in diameter.

For a moment, I felt that my heart would stop beating. I moved to the bed quickly and sat so my body hid the spot from Adeel's view.

Adeel looked at me, suspiciously.

"Who's here Nilofer?" All of a sudden, man-in-law asked from outside my door. Adeel's attention was immediately diverted toward him. Father-in-law is a shrewd man. He didn't enter my room. Adeel went out to talk to him.

I took a deep sigh of relief. Quickly adjusted the bed sheets and covered the wet spot with a pillow. Then I sat on bed and prayed that Adeel wouldn't decide to stay back.

Adeel talked with his man about some matter regarding the shop. He finally took instructions from man-in-law and then came inside after few minutes.

"I'm going with abbu." He informed me. "Lock the door."

As my husband and his man went out together, I quickly locked the door from inside, came back to my room and collapsed on the bed.

I just had a very narrow escape. I was lucky that Adeel didn't notice the wet spot on the bed.

I realized that I would have to be very careful in the future.

Father-in-law and Adeel returned together late in the night. During dinner, Adeel appeared lost in his thoughts. After dinner, he immediately went to our bedroom.

I finished all routine work and went to the room around ten. Adeel was still awake. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. I stared at him and immediately realized that something was terribly wrong.

"Come here." He said to me solemnly.

Mortified, I sat beside him.

He looked me straight in the eyes. "What's going on between you and abbu?"

I had never expected that he would ask so bluntly. All color drained from my face. My whole body shivered with fear.

"Nothing...nothing." I stammered.

"Don't lie to me; what were you doing in the morning?"

I stared at him with frightened eyes. Nothing came out of my mouth.

"I want an answer." His voice was sharp.

"I...I...don't know what you're talking about." I didn't know what to say. A morbid fear gripped my heart. Deep inside, I had a hunch that my secret was no longer secret.

"Should I tell you?" He retorted.

I tried to speak, but nothing came out of my throat. I knew my gut feeling was correct.

"Okay tell me," his eyes were suddenly burning with anger, "since when it's been going on?"

"What... I don't understand... what you mean." I wasn't yet ready to accept my infidelity.

"Do you think I'm an asshole?" he roared, "I saw it last night... abbu was pinching your ass in the kitchen."

I thought I would faint.

"And you were laughing." He finished. His eyes never stopped looking at me.

I cursed man-in-law for his stupidity. Yesterday, while I was cooking dinner, he sneaked into the kitchen. Adeel and the kids were in my room at the time. Finding me alone, he put his hands over my ass and squeezed my cheeks. I had immediately removed his hands and warned him. But, I didn't know that it was also seen by Adeel.

"What was happening today?" He asked again. "He was fucking you... am I right?"

Tears welled in my eyes. I knew that it was useless to pretend anymore.

I told him everything, from the very beginning. How his man threatened me and powerd me to relax with him.

Adeel listened silently; I could see his anger growing in his eyes. Finally, he rose from the bed. His eyes were burning with anger and hatred. He walked over to the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked anxiously.

He didn't reply and went out of the room. I hurriedly went to the door and watched him going toward his man's room. I didn't have the courage to follow him, so I shut the door and sat behind it praying silently, tears streaming down my face.

For the next half hour, I heard the shouts and sharp voices emanating from man-in-law's room. I could hear Adeel shouting at his man, and his man was replying with equal tenacity. Slowly, man-in-law's voice became stronger and stronger. Adeel's voice almost ceased to exist. Finally, everything fell silent.

I heard the door open. I quickly moved to my bed.

Adeel came in. His face was pale like a ghost's. He stared at me for a moment and turned his gaze. I could see defeat in his eyes.

I felt hurt. Although I had been cheating on him, I still loved him. He was my first love. However, I didn't have the courage to ask about what happened in his man's room.

Adeel avoided my gaze. He silently got on the bed, moved to near where Rehaan, our mister, and Shama were relaxing. He lay beside them and pulled the covers to hide his face.

My husband had again failed to stand up to his man.

I turned off the lights and tried to relax. I couldn't relax that night.

In the morning, Adeel got up early and went to the shop without eating his breakfast. He didn't even talk to me.

Father-in-law was again leering at the kitchen door.

The memories of last night were still alive in my mind. He looked unfazed despite everything. He barged into the kitchen and grabbed my waist.

"No..." I said angrily trying to get free from his clutches. "Not today..."

"Why? Now there's nothing to be afraid of." He said happily, powering his hand between my thighs and caressing my pussy.

I recoiled back, trying to avoid his pressing palm into my pussy.

"I've explained everything to Adeel. He won't trouble you now. Now you can enjoy without any fear."

He powerd his hand inside my salwaar; pulled the cord and undid it. Then he let it fall of the floor.

"No... No... I can't." I cried again fumbling in his hands.

"Come on darling, now I can fuck you openly." He said hoarsely as his hands pushed my panties down my thighs. He powerd me to bend forward a little and pushed his hand between my naked thighs from behind feeling my trimmed cunt. I squirmed as his index finger entered my pussy. He began to move his finger in and out of my pussy.

I thought about Adeel; the way he looked after returning from his man's room. I felt pity for him.

Father-in-law began finger fucking at a harder pace. My body began to melt under his antics. A wave of lust began to descend upon me. I could feel my pussy starting to flow. The thought of Adeel disappeared from my mind as I began to moan under his manipulation.

Father-in-law smiled sensing my arousal. He withdrew his finger from my pussy. He dragged me with him to the veranda; near the dining table. He undid my kameez and bra and made me completely naked.

He lifted me in his hands. My ass gently touched the edge of the dining table as he lowered me on it. I leaned back slightly, causing my tits to jut up. Father-in-law bent his head and eagerly began to lick and suck my tits. He squeezed my nipple with his lips causing the milk to flow out of it and into his mouth. He feasted on my milk hungrily.

My pussy gushed with a fresh release of my juices. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly.

I had completely forgotten about my husband and eagerly enjoyed his man's lips over my tits. He sucked my nipples, alternating between them, driving me crazy with lust. I wriggled my ass over the table.

All of a sudden, Father-in-law released my tits and dropped to his knees burying his face into my exposed dark haired pussy. I bit my lips to keep from screaming with pleasure. Father-in-law lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders to get a better access to my dripping pussy. He shoved his tongue deep into me.

I shuddered with pleasure, arching my body a little more. I grabbed his head in my hands powering him deeper into my steaming pussy. Father-in-law hungrily drank my pussy juice while his tongue fucked my cunt.

Father-in-law lapped at my dripping pussy. His tongue continued to send wave after wave of rapture through my body. I came loudly, powering his face deeper into my cunt and deluging his fucking tongue with my fresh juice. My cunt violently throbbed around his tongue.

He removed his tongue out of my pussy and stood up. He grabbed my ass pulling me to the very edge of the table. He grabbed the bulbous head of his cock and guided it to my dripping opening. He lunged forward and powerd his massive cock deep inside me. I squealed with pleasure burying my face into his shoulder.

Father-in-law grabbed my ass firmly and started fucking me. His hips were moving as fast as he could move them. My cunt was on fire, with every massive thrust making me even hornier, demanding more and more.

Over and over, he pumped his cock into my inflamed pussy. Beads of perspiration began to trickle down his neck, yet he continued ramming his cock into my pussy ever faster. Harder and harder, He fucked me with all his might.

As his orgasm neared, man-in-law even furthered his humping. He was groaning and grunting incoherently. Finally, he bucked his ass muscles, powerd his cock deep into my pussy and began to plant his seed into me. I felt his cock throb and throb inside me and gob after gob of cum inundated my cunt. I dug my nails into his back and clutched his waist between my legs to hold every drop of his semen.

Father-in-law buried his sweat covered-face between my tits as he tried to catch his erratic breath. His cock ceased spurting but it remained buried inside me.

Finally, he straightened up, and pulled his cock from my pussy, slick with his own cum and my pussy juice.

Father-in-law left me in a dazed state as he moved back. His fuck cream began to seep out of my freshly fucked cunt. I slipped off the table and stood by it. Father-in-law took his tahmed from the chair, and I stared as his cum slick flaccid cock disappeared behind the veil of his tahmed.

His fuck cream was still oozing out of my pussy. I felt his cum over my thighs. Father-in-law pointed at the puddle of cum on the table that had oozed out of my pussy.

"Don't forget to clean that." He smiled with satisfaction.

I looked at him with delirious eyes but said nothing. He went back to his room.

I stood near the table, looking at his back.

Slowly, I got back to my senses. The handsome face of my husband again appeared before my eyes. A deep sense of self loathing began to descend upon me as I began to dress.



V


Adeel arrived late in the night. When I served him dinner, he ate silently. After dinner, he went to the bedroom immediately. I stayed in the kitchen, finished my work, and went to the room very late. Adeel was lying on the bed, his face hidden under the covers.

I locked the room and was about to switch off the lights when there was a knock on the door.

"Adeel..." Father-in-law called from the other side of the door.

Adeel lifted the covers off his face and looked at the door but didn't reply.

"Adeel..." Father-in-law called again.

He stared at me, but remained silent. I stared at him not knowing whether to respond to man-in-law's call or not. An unusual silence filled the room. I didn't know why his man was calling him at such late hour, yet my heartbeat began to quicken.

"Send Nilu to my room." Father-in-law shouted from behind the door. "I need a massage."

Stunned, I looked at my husband. He was also staring at me, still motionless.

It was a strange request; no, it was not a request; it was an order. My man-in-law was asking my husband to send me to his room. I hadn't any doubt that my husband understood very well what kind of massage his man wanted from me.

"I... I can't come." I stammered looking at my husband.

"Adeel..." Father-in-law shouted again, this time little louder.

"Go..." Adeel said.

"What did you say?" I looked at him, completely taken aback by his words.

"I said go." He said angrily, and turned his back towards me.

I stared at his back in disbelief. My husband was asking me to go and relax with his man.

"Nilu... are you coming?" Father-in-law spoke again from behind the door. "I'm waiting in my room."

He must have heard what Adeel had just said.

I thought for a moment, and then looked back at my husband. He was lying with his back towards me. He didn't have anything to say.

"I'll be there in a minute." was all I could utter.

I heard his footstep as he moved away from the door. Again, I turned back, and stared at my husband. His face was now hidden under the covers.

In a daze, I opened the door and went out.

Father-in-law was standing at his door waiting for me. He smiled and gestured to come to his room and he went inside. I closed my bedroom's door gently, crossed the open courtyard to his room.

I pushed the curtains and looked inside. Father-in-law was sprawled on his bed, stark naked, playing with his dick. His lips were spread in a lecherous smile.

"Come on Nilu, take off your clothes and join me." He winked at me. "We'll massage each other the entire night."

I watched him incredulously. I was still unable to believe what was happening.

"I... I..." I didn't know how to ask him. My mind was perplexed with the course of events. "What is this?"

Father-in-law gave me a lecherous grin. "I told you in the morning... Adeel will never stop you now. I've explained everything to him."

I stared at him incredulously. Screwing man-in-law was somewhat okay when Adeel was not home. I had been doing it for the last three months. But now, my husband was lying wide awake in our bedroom; how could I do it?

"Hurry up." My man-in-law turned on the bed, impatiently.

"But... I... I..." I stammered, not knowing what to say.

"Stop worrying; Adeel won't disturb us." He gave me a winning smile. He knew what he was talking about. His fist moved rigorously over the length of his cock. "Lock the door and come here. I'm gonna fuck you this whole night."

I stared at him, and then looked back toward my room with its doors partially closed. I looked back to my man-in-law. He smiled and gestured with his eyes to join him on the bed.

I took a deep breath, closed the door, and began to strip. Father-in-law watched me all the while stroking his massive cock.

When completely naked, I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. Father-in-law took my hand and gently placed it over his hot rod. I wrapped my fingers around the girth of his cock, letting my hand move up and down along his hard on.

"Suck me Nilu..." Father-in-law shifted on the bed making room for me.

I climbed on and settled beside him, my hand still gripping his cock. I got on all fours and brought my head to his cock. I stuck out my tongue and flicked at the droplet of precum oozing from the tiny hole.

Father-in-law squealed with delight.

I stopped sucking and looked into his eyes.

"I still can't believe..."

"What?"

"Adeel himself told me to come here." I flicked my tongue over the tiny pee hole.

"I told you he won't stop you." He said triumphantly. He put his hand over my upturned ass and began running his fingers over my anus.

I lowered my head and took the bloated head of his cock between my lips.

His finger poked into my sphincter. "He knows that I'm the boss here."

I ran my tongue over his cock head, and I felt it twitch.

"Now you're my whore Nilu; now I can fuck you anytime." Father-in-law was smiling. "Even in the front of Adeel."

He pushed his index finger deep into my sphincter making me whimper with a mild pain. He powerd his finger up to his knuckle and started finger fucking my ass.

It was a completely new feeling. He had touched me there before, but never inserted his finger into my anus.

As his finger began moving in and out of my anus, lust slowly began to overtake my body.

By now, I had his cock in my mouth and was deeply sucking on it. Father-in-law groaned with pleasure. I sucked the swollen crown and then started licking along the length of his pulsating shaft. I moved my tongue up and down the length of his engorged manhood, feeling excited with every horny stroke of my tongue over his cock. I could feel my pussy heating up, and my cunt juices began to flow. Any thought of my own husband, wide awake in my bedroom, evaporated from my mind. All I was aware of was a mammoth hardness so lovingly trapped between my soft lips, a thick index finger moving in and out of my ass, and a growing itch between my cunt lips.

My tongue was licking the base of his cock, slowly licking the thick bush at the joint and the heavy sack dangling beneath. Finally, I took one of his balls between my lips and sucked it hard. Father-in-law groaned and writhed on the bed with rapture.

"Niluuuuuuuuuuuuu... ahhhhhhhhhh..."

He placed his hand over my head and powerd it into his crotch. He pulled his finger out of my anus. Then he grabbed my waist and pulled it towards his face.

"Nilu, get on top of me." He groaned heavily.

I didn't exactly understand what he wanted and stopped sucking his cock. He reached for my legs and helped me settle my lower body over his face. Now my face was directly over his cock, and my dripping cunt was above his face. I resumed my work and gobred up his cock-head between my greedy lips.

Father-in-law caressed my full ass with his fingers, and then explored my pussy. He grabbed my ass and pulled my hips down. He kissed my inner thighs gently, licking my cunt juices sticking there. Finally, he planted a deep kiss directly on the fat lips of my creamy cunt.

"Ahhhhhh..." I moaned as I felt his slick tongue making its way into my ravenous fuck hole.

I sucked his cock wildly, trying to take most of it inside my mouth. The head of his cock touched my throat, and for a moment I was afraid that I might gag. I eased it out a little and sucked it hard. I would have loved to take his full length inside my hungry mouth, but it was too big for me to take it completely. Anyway, later, my cunt would take his complete length with much ease; I thought with relief. I began humping my hips up and down on his mouth enjoying the feel of his tongue licking my slit and sucking my juice.

He took his tongue out of my dripping pussy and licked my anus. My ass muscles twitched with excitement as I felt his tongue over my virgin ass. I never knew that a tongue would feel so good over my wrinkled hole. Father-in-law licked my anus, coating it with his spit in a continuous up and down motion.

I forgot what I had been doing and enjoyed the new feeling... so terrific it was almost mind-boggling. Every flick of his tongue generated a fresh wave of pleasure that radiated through my body. My ass muscles twitched constantly.

I lowered my head and resumed sucking his cock more fervently.

Father-in-law was gyrating his hips below me. He began pumping his cock into my mouth as if fucking a pussy. His motions were gaining momentum as he fucked his cock into my mouth harder and faster. His fluttering tongue also matched the rhythm of his hips, and he licked my anus with an equal tempo.

I knew if he continued like that, I wouldn't be able to stop my climax.

All of a sudden, he changed gears. He took his tongue out of my anus and powerd it back into my pussy. He drove it in and out of my pussy, taking me to the verge of cumming.

I felt my climax building up and knew that soon I would pour my fresh juice into his sucking mouth. I sucked his cock harder and harder.

Without any warning, his cock swelled inside my mouth, and before I could react, he exploded releasing the first load of his cum into the back of my mouth. There was no time to back out. I gagged for a moment but couldn't stop his hot jism from making its way to my stomach.

It was an entirely new experience; I liked sucking his cock but could never dare to take his cum into my mouth. So far, he also had refrained from cumming in my mouth. It was quite contradictory to his nature. But, he never powerd me to take his cum.

With his first load down my belly, I realized that my fears were unfounded. It was a sort of tasteless thick liquid. I didn't find it disgusting; I rather liked the taste.

I made no attempt to withdraw my lips off his cock. His cock erupted again and again, sending load after load of hot cum in my mouth. I tried to suck every drop of it, but a part of it oozed out and dribred along his cock length.

That very moment, my orgasm struck like a lightening. My whole body went rigid with rapture. I could feel my cunt muscles twitching violently around his tongue as my horny cunt deluged his lips with my cunt juice. Father-in-law eagerly sucked all the juices that he could lap from my dripping cunt.

I forgot about sucking his cock. It slipped out of my lips, spewing few final drops over my lips. I rested my head over his crotch feeling his semierect, slick cock pressing against my cheek. I stuck my tongue out and licked his balls.

Father-in-law was still busy takeing my pussy nectar. His hungry tongue was still exploring my dripping pussy. Gradually, his flickering tongue stopped its movement. I rolled off his body and slumped beside him.

Father-in-law got up and changed his position. He was now facing me. His lips and chin were completely soaked with my juices. I became aware of my own condition. My lips were also coated with his cum. The finals drops of his thick cum were still sticking on my lips and cheek.

Father-in-law smiled at me. I could see lust in his eyes. He didn't waste any time and immediately slipped between my legs. He got on all four, lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders. He began kissing the inside of my thighs, running his tongue over my wet thighs. Occasionally, his tongue flicked over my slit but he focused mainly on licking the juices sticking to my inner thighs and bush. Finally, he attacked my cunt.

I could feel the lustful heat searing my body again. My cunt began to lubricate with anticipation. My heart began to work faster and faster as his tongue worked its way into my slit. He rolled his tongue and powerd it into my pussy like a tiny cock.

Over and over, his tongue slashed into my pussy.

I moaned loudly crossing my legs over his neck, drawing his head harder against my cunt.

Then I felt his hand touching between my ass cheeks gently and his finger gently probing into my sphincter. He rubbed his index finger over my puckered hole and powerd it inside my rectum. I bucked my hips under this sudden onslaught and screamed as it hurt a little. He pushed his finger deep, up to his knuckle.

His index finger was buried to ass for the second time.

He began moving his finger in and out of my ass. My mind was going crazy with the two way pleasure, his tongue in my pussy and his finger sliding in and out of my ass. I was so lost in my pleasure that I never realized when he took his tongue out of my cunt and jabbed into my ass. Now his tongue and finger both were working on my ass hole, his finger fucking my ass mercilessly while his tongue licked and dabbed the surrounding area with his saliva.

Father-in-law worked his finger and tongue over my ass for a while, and then withdrew. He positioned himself between my spread legs and placed the swollen knob of his cock at my cunt opening. With a fierce lunge, he buried his cock deep into my pussy.

He fucked my pussy hard, grabbing my thighs with his hands, he turned me to my side. He then left my thighs, and his finger again moved to my back side. He searched for my anus and again jabbed his finger deep into my ass. I wailed with lust.

"Liked it?" He asked as he fucked me both ways with his cock and his finger.

"Ahhhhhhhhh... ya... yeah... ahhhhhhhh..." I bucked with pleasure.

He smiled and withdrew his cock out of my pussy. I stared at him with disappointment. He also withdrew his finger from my ass and turned me to my back again. I felt his cock head moving, and then his knob was pressing against my anus.

I was terrified. I had never been fucked in my ass before, and my instinct told me that it would be painful.

"No..." I cried trying to push him away from me. He had no such intentions. He pushed forward, and his cock head, which was slick with my own juices, worked its way into my virgin ass. My sphincter muscles resisted a little but then gave way to his vulgar strength. His cock head entered my rectum.

"Ahhhhhhhh..." I moaned loudly, pretty sure that Adeel might have heard me in the other room. "No... it's hurting."

I felt tears welling in my eyes as the fear and pain gripped my body. Father-in-law was relentless. He continued pushing his massive organ into my tight ass. I tried to push him back, to prevent him from pushing his cock into my virgin ass any further. He grabbed and powerd my hands above my head. He then pushed again, and the rest of his cock length began to slide into my ass. He worked the entire length into my ass slowly. I felt his balls slowly coming to rest against my ass cheeks.

Once his cock was fully embedded inside my rectum, he stopped. He let my body get used to the new feeling. I could now feel the stretching and fullness in my sphincter muscles, but the twinge that occurred when he entered me subsided. It was an entirely new experience, and although it was hurting, I liked the feel of his cock inside my rectum.

Father-in-law pulled his cock out of my rectum until only the tip was gripped by the tight ring of muscles. The pain eased, but not for long as he rammed it back all the way in a single thrust.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh..." I shrieked.

He began sawing his cock in and out of my rectum. Gradually, the pain eased away completely, and all I could feel was the stretching of my anal muscles as his massive organ moved to and fro inside my rectum. My ass muscles gripped his sawing manhood tightly, feeling every curve of his gigantic cock as it moved in and out of my rectum. Soon, his every thrust drove me to the verge of ecstasy. I could feel my cunt lips swelling with excitement and fresh cunt juice starting to flow out of my slit. I didn't realize that I was moaning nonstop under his onslaught.

"You've got a very tight ass Nilu." Father-in-law whispered as he rammed his cock back through my sphincter.

Father-in-law lowered his head, took one of my erect nipples between his lips, and began sucking hard. He bit the nipple, held it and rolled it between his teeth sending sparks of lust running through my body.

"Ahhhhhhhhh... yeah." I whimpered as I sensed another orgasm approaching.

It was unbelievable. I had never imagined that I could reach an orgasm this way, but it was happening right there with me. I could feel the pressure building inside my pussy. I grabbed his head between my arms powering it onto my tits, wrapping my legs around his waist. I felt his cock fill my ass nicely.

"You like it Nilu?" Father-in-law rammed his cock into my rectum mercilessly. "You like my cock in your ass?"

"Yes...yes...please fuck me...ahhhhhhhhhhh..." I wailed begging him to fuck me harder, feeling my body reach the point of no return.

Father-in-law fucked my ass harder and harder. "I'm gonna fill your ass with my cum Nilu..."

"Yes... give it to me..." I moaned thrusting my ass up to meet his ploughing tool. "Fuck me... fuck me... fuck my horny ass. Give me all of it."

Father-in-law pumped his cock into my ass harder and harder. I begged for more and he obliged with increasing his rutting.

"It's coming Nilu..." He groaned as he bore into my ass again. "I'm cumming... cummming... ahh... ahhh... here it comes... ahhhhhhh."

Father-in-law cried and slammed his cock deep into my rectum. I felt his cock swell inside my rear canal, and then the whole canal was filled with his hot cum. It triggered my own orgasm. I cried loudly, completely oblivious to the fact that my cries could be heard by my husband in the other bedroom. I had already crossed the line, and nothing could have stopped me from enjoying this blissful moment. My entire body jerked and twisted beneath his and then went rigid with passion as my orgasm hit me.

His cock spurted repeatedly, flooding my rectal passage with his thick hot juice. I clasped his cock tightly with my ass muscles trying to milk every drop of cum out of his shooting dick. Father-in-law let out a deep breath and collapsed over me. We clung to each other, reveling in the aftermath of our passionate anal adventure.

Gradually, the throbbing stopped and his cock ceased deluging my anal passage. I squeezed my anal muscles and sensed his cock slowly losing its hardness. Finally, he withdrew his cock out. My rear entry felt empty, and I became aware of a thin stream of hot sticky cum oozing out of my freshly buggered hole, slowly making its way along my crack and then soaking the bed sheet underneath.

Father-in-law lifted his body off me and slumped on one side, breathing heavily. I looked at him; he was smiling with satisfaction; his eyes still filled with lust. I smiled back at him and got off the bed. He didn't try to stop me, just kept watching me as I put my clothes back on. My ass and cunt, were both feeling slippery as I walked out of his room.

When I reached the door, the lights were still on in my bedroom. As I opened the door, Adeel, still wide awake, lifted his head from his pillow, looked blankly into my eyes and then closed his eyes again. His face was emotionless. If anything were going through his mind, he hid it successfully.

I felt embarrassed and guilty. After all, he was my husband and no husband would agree to his wife relaxing with somebody else. I didn't know what was going on inside his head. All I knew was that I couldn't help it anymore. I was now a permisteral whore for my man-in-law, and I enjoyed fucking him.

In a way, Adeel was also responsible for it. He could have stopped me tonight from going to his man's room. But he didn't.

Now he couldn't complain.

I went to the bathroom, stripped and took a shower. I washed my cum soaked pussy and ass.

I changed my clothes and came out of the bathroom. I turned off the lights, and for a moment, I stood in the darkness wondering where to relax. Finally, I made up my mind and slowly slipped beside Adeel.

We lay side by side; neither of us uttered a word.

It was a very strange feeling. I was lying beside my husband who knew that I had just fucked his man. Perhaps, he also heard my cries of passion all through my fuck session with my man-in-law. I didn't know whether I should love or hate my husband for letting me go and fuck his own man.

We lay silently in the darkness. My mind was in turmoil. I heard Adeel tossing around; and probably he was still tossing in bed when I dozed off.



VI


My relationship with Adeel as a man and wife virtually ceased to exist.

Although he didn't divorce me, but after that night, there was no physical relationship between Adeel and me. We still shared the same bed; every night we slept side by side, but Adeel never tried to touch me. Even if I tried to encourage or seduce him, he simply brushed off my overtures, and turned his face away. Every effort I made to seduce him bore no result, and finally I had to give up.

He talked very little with me; only when it was utmost necessary. He began spending most of his time with our kids and ignored my presence altogether. His attitude made my life miserable; I lived with an overbearing feeling of guilt, which was amplified every time I faced my husband.

I felt bad for him, and felt hurt by his neglect; but, I hadn't the courage to face him.

Adeel never talked about my amorous relationship with his man, nor did he try to stop it. My daily fuck sessions with my man-in-law continued unabated.

Father-in-law was insatiable, always ready to stuff his cock into my horny pussy. After that first time, he became even more daring. Whenever he felt horny, he would simply called me; day or night, it didn't matter to him. My pussy was getting more fucking than it could bargain for.

I was a reluctant partner in his horny game. Like a have addict who wanted to quit his habit but he couldn't, I too wanted to stop my wanton relationship with my man-in-law, but miserably failed to do so. It was a weird kind of addiction, born out of fear of man-in-law, but so overwhelming, that I found it hard to say no to him every time he put his hands over my pussy. I liked the feel of his throbbing cock plundering my pussy, and even longed for it whenever he was out of town.

I had been converted into a cock hungry whore. My longing for a cock was so intense that it always overtook the feeling of remorse that I had about my husband. Many nights, after screwing my man-in-law, I laid awake in my bed beside Adeel hoping that he would get up and shove his cock into my cum filled pussy. Although I was getting a regular dose of fucking from Adeel's man, I still missed Adeel badly. I desperately wanted him to make love to me. Was it due to my love for him or was it due to my feelings of guilt, I couldn't say. I probably longed for his acceptance.

His continued neglect of me made me crazy about him.

Although Adeel was keeping a distance from me, I sensed the struggle going inside him. Often, I found him tossing in bed late in the nights. Whenever I returned from his man's room after a prolong session of fucking and sucking, I could feel that Adeel was awake waiting for me to return. Sometime, in the nights, I woke up and found gentle stirring under the covers. It didn't take me long to realize that my husband had been whacking his cock.

Perhaps there was some hope. On one such night, I tried to take advantage of his vulnerability. When he began whacking his cock, I reached out and placed my hand over his naked belly.

Startled, he jumped off the bed and scurried to the bathroom. I watched him go in utter frustration. My heart was broken. It was too much for a cock hungry slut like me; but, I hadn't the courage to ask.

After that, he stopped masturbating in bed. Instead, he started visiting the bathroom regularly late at night, staying there for long durations. After every such visit, I found handkerchiefs or small towels among the dirty clothes in the washing machine; each of them with a big dry spot.

Time flew, and I never realized that almost two years had passed since Adeel stopped making love to me. I had resigned to my fate and lost any hope of reviving my marriage again.

However, things took a surprising turn after the month of Ramadan.

Two days after Eid, it was almost ten thirty at night and I was getting ready for bed. The kids were already arelax. Adeel was sprawled on the bed, eyes closed; he was pretending to be arelax.

Father-in-law was not in the house. He had gone to visit some relatives in a nearby town.

I undid my clothes, vaguely aware that Adeel was staring at me with his half-closed eyes. It was a ritual that I performed almost regularly ever since Adeel stopped having sex with me. I never wasted any chance to let him see me naked or semi-naked, always hoping that one day my husband would start taking interest in me again.

I deliberately stripped to my bra and panties, waited for my husband to savor my semi nude charms. It was weird. I was trying to seduce my own husband who seemed to have lost interest in me completely.

Adeel kept his eyes closed. I gave him a glance, and finally put on a loose fitting gown. I switched off the main light leaving only a small night lamp on.

I was about to slip in bed beside Adeel, when he opened his eyes.

"Nilu..."

I couldn't believe my ears. He hadn't addressed me by Nilu for almost two years. I felt my eyes turning wet with happiness.

Adeel got off the bed. He walked close to where I was standing near the foot of the bed.

"Nilu... sit here."

I stared at him silently. He took my hand, and helped me sit on the edge of the bed. I offered no resistance and settled down. Adeel sat close to me.

"Wanted to ask you something," he began, then stopped, looking somewhat unsure.

I was suddenly very happy. My husband had approached me after almost two years. I suppressed my tears of joy.

"What do you want?"

"I don't know how to ask you. Are you... do you..." He fumred for words. "Actually what I wanna know that are you happy with abbu?"

I didn't understand what he meant; I stared him questioningly.

"I... I mean," he stammered, "do you like relaxing with abbu?"

So that was his intention: he wanted to know whether I liked fucking my man-in-law. I wanted to tell him yes, but knew that it wouldn't be good to say so. It was probably not the right time to accept that fact.

"What do you think?" I retorted, feigning little anger. "I'm happy relaxing with him? I relax with him because I care for you and our kids. You know very well if I don't do that he'd throw all of us out of this house."

"I know... I know." He said awkwardly, feeling little hurt. I realized that he too was carrying guilt for not being able to protect me from his man. I felt pity for him, but also realized he was vulnerable at that moment. Perhaps I could use this opportunity.

"I did everything for you and the kids." I gripped his hand. "Do you hate me for that?"

"No," he replied immediately, "I don't hate you."

"Then why don't you talk to me? Why don't you make love to me? Why don't you act like my husband."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you're my lady now."

I looked at him incredulously. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Any woman..." he fumred, "who relaxs with my man got to be my lady only. You can't be my wife now."

It was the most preposterous logic I had ever heard in my life.

"And what about the twelve years we spent together as husband and wife?" My voice was suddenly sharp. I felt tears begin to swell in my eyes.

He gawked at me.

"What about our youngren, do you think your abbu is their man?"

"No, they're my kids." He was on the back foot. "But now I can't be your husband."

"Why not?" I rasped loudly. "I'm still your wife. Don't you love me anymore?"

"I still love you, and I know that you didn't do it willingly the first time. But now, we can't live like husband and wife anymore."

"Because you think that I'm your lady now. Is that why you didn't fuck me for the last two years?" I dropped all modesty and asked him crudely.

"Yes." He said slowly. His eyes went wide with my use of the word 'fuck'.

I felt exasperated. It was a strange situation. My husband was avoiding me because he believed that I was his lady as I had been screwing his man.

"So it means that you're happy with what your man did to your wife."

"No, I hate him for that." His eyes were suddenly burning with hatred. "I want to ******* that bastard."

"Why didn't you ******* him then?"

"I don't know." He said meekly. "I don't know. Perhaps I don't have the courage to do it. But I hate him."

A thought suddenly occurred to me.

"I'd be happier if you can avenge my offense." I feigned a sarcastic look.

He stared at me and then diverted his gaze. "I... I don't know... how?" He babred.

"You really want revenge for your man taking your wife away from you."

"Yes." He said painfully.

My heart began to melt.

"How will you do it?"

"I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders. "I know I'm no match for him."

The thought that was ticking in the back of my mind grew stronger. I didn't know whether he would accept my logic, but I decided to give it a try.

"There's a way."

"How?" His eyes were suddenly lit.

"You sure think I'm your lady?" I quizzed him.

"I already told you that."

"And you hate your abbu for fucking me, and taking me away from you?"

"Yes," he spoke with irritation in his voice, "how many times do I have to tell you that?"

"You can take your revenge." I gave him a mischievous grin.

"How, how?" He asked impatiently.

"By fucking your lady."

He looked at me clumsily.

"Do to him what he did to you." I wished that he would take the bait. "He fucked your wife and made her his permisteral whore. Do the same to him. Take his wife... fuck her... make her your slut."

He stared at me, silently, lost in his thoughts. I prayed silently. After a while, he said. "I don't know... ugh... I'm confused... you may be right."

He was vulnerable; it was time to take the initiative.

"If you want to get even." I stared at his crotch. I could feel gentle stirring there. I knew that he never wore underwear under his tahmed. "Do what he did to you... fuck his wife... your lady."

He stared at me incredulously.

I didn't waste any time, slipped my hands inside his tahmed and caressed his cock. His body twitched at the sudden touch, but he made no move to remove my hand from his cock. His cock began to swell in my hand. That was a very positive sign.

"I'll tell you everything he does to your wife." I began massaging his cock, feeling the girth slowly getting bigger and bigger. "And you do the same to his wife..."

"Yes... yes..." He moaned, enjoying my hand caressing his cock after such long absence. "Ahhhh... it feels good."

My heart jumped with delight. At last, my patience was about to pay off.

A sudden realization came upon me; in my twelve years of married life, I had never taken the initiative in a sexual act with my husband. It was Adeel who always initiated our lovemaking. But, things had changed now.

My man-in-law had converted me into a brazen slut.

Adeel's cock grew to massive proportions slowly. I undid his tahmed and let his cock free. I lovingly stared at beautiful piece of meat rising so magnificently from his crotch. The purple coloured swollen head of his circumcised cock had a tiny drop of precum glistening at the tip. I suddenly realized how much I've missed it; I had not seen it in action for the last two years. But, today it was ready, ready only for me. I just wanted to take that cock in my mouth and suck him hard. I controlled my urges.

I let his cock free from my hand and got off the bed. Adeel looked at me disappointed.

"Strip me." I asked him. I could feel that I was breathing heavily.

He stared me awkwardly.

"Your abbu strips your wife himself. He likes to watch your wife as he removes her clothes one by one."

He understood and got up. As he stood, his tahmed slipped along his leg to the floor. He paid no attention to it; instead, he turned and started towards the light switch.

"No..." I guessed his intentions. "Don't turn off the lights. Your abbu fucks your wife with all the lights on."

He stopped in his way, turned and looked at me. He was a little surprised with my brazenness.

"Come here and strip your lady."

He walked over to where I was standing. Lustily, I watched his dangling cock as he walked. My pussy began to cream. Reaching over, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of my gown. Then he gripped the hem of my gown and slowly pulled it over my head. I helped him by lifting my hands over my head. He took the gown off my body and tossed it aside.

I stood there, in front of him, wearing only my bra and panties.

His eyes wore a delirious look. I could see lust in his eyes, as he stared at my semi nude body.

"Remove these also." My voice was hoarse with passion. "Make me completely naked."

He gave a faint lascivious smile, and began to remove my bra and panties. Within seconds, my undergarments were lying on the floor, and I was standing naked in front of my husband. He gazed lustily at the nicely trimmed bush covering my swollen cunt lips. It was really a bizarre feeling. I was acting like a different woman in front of my husband. After an abstinence of almost two years, we were like two strangers meeting for the first time.

I reached out, took his hand and placed it over my pussy, which by now was dripping profusely. "Feel my pussy Adeel, feel it."

He caressed my hairy pussy gently, running his fingers along the wet slit. Meanwhile, I took off his vest. Both of us were now completely naked, his hand playing with my pussy.

"Do you want me to tell you," I grabbed his cock and squeezed it tightly. "how your abbu fuck your wife?"

"Yes... Nilu..." He groaned.

"No... don't call me Nilu," I corrected him, "call me ammi (lady). I'm your lady now."

"Ammi..." He muttered with lust, running his index finger over my dripping slit.

"Do you like your lady's pussy?" My legs were shaking; I was finding it hard to remain standing.

"Yes... ammi." He replied hoarsely.

"Feel it... it's wet... very very wet. It wants your cock inside. Ammi wants your cock in her pussy... my mister."

"Yes."

"Do you really want to fuck... your ammi?" My voice was quivering with excitement. I enjoyed my command over him.

"Ahhhh..." Adeel moaned as I played with his cock. "Please let me fuck you ammi."

I smiled at him. He was supposed to take his revenge by power fucking me. Instead, he was begging me to let him fuck me. Anyway, I was enjoying playing his lady. Although I felt crazy behaving like that, but, playing a new woman to my own husband was driving me nuts with pleasure.

"Not so soon mister." I had other plans. There were so many other things that he could do before actual fucking. "Your abbu doesn't fuck Nilofer so early."

"Then what does he do?" He ran his finger over my slit, feeling the wetness clinging to my bush.

"First, he powers your wife to suck his cock." I watched as his eyes went wide. "Then he shoots his cum in her mouth."

He stared me unbelievingly. Adeel and I had never indulged in oral sex before.

"Really?"

"Yes dear..." I enjoyed his predicament. "Your man is a bastard, and he does all sort of dirty things with your wife. If you want your revenge then you must do everything your abbu does to your wife. Do you want me to suck your cock?"

"Yes... yes." He groaned with pleasure. His fingers brushed my wet slit, now with more eagerness.

"Then ask me."

"Suck my cock... Nil... ugh... ammi." He said clumsily. "Please suck my cock."

In a flash, I was kneeling before him. My lips were now in line with his swollen cock. I lovingly stared at the deep purple head inches away from my lips, and the drop of juicy precum that had grown in size by now. Staring at his cock, I became aware that I had never seen his cock from such a close distance before. We never tried giving head. All these years, I had only touched, caressed and fondled his cock in darkness. His cock looked much different from his man's tool, it was long, perhaps longer than his man's, but had less girth.

I stuck my tongue out and licked the drop with the tip of my tongue. As my tongue touched his cock head, his thighs twitched violently. He moaned loudly.

I looked up, into his dazed eyes. "You'll love it... mister... ammi gonna make you very happy."

I licked the drop of precum from the tip. After the accidental shooting of man-in-law's cock in my mouth, I hadn't any reservation about swallowing cum. Over time, I began to enjoy the taste. It was difficult for me to recall how many times I had swallowed the jism from my man-in-law's cock. At that moment, I was dying to taste my husband's cum.

I swallowed the tiny drop greedily, relishing the first taste of my husband's precum. Then I began licking his cock gently along its length. I started from the tip and slowly licked down to his hairy sack. I licked his balls with my moist tongue.

Adeel moaned loudly and his legs began to tremble. He could not remain standing and slowly settled on the edge of the bed. I let him rest his ass on the edge before resuming my job. I went lower and licked his heavy balls. Slowly, I took one in my mouth and began sucking it. I could feel from his response that he was enjoying my oral manipulation of his tool. I sucked his ball feverishly. I wanted to please my husband by all means.

"Do you like it mister?" I released his ball from my mouth and asked him. "Do you like your ammi's tongue over your balls?"

"Yes... ammi?" He moaned. "Please don't stop."

I smiled at the eagerness of my prudish husband.

"I'm gonna suck your cock now." I brought my lips closer to his cock head. "When you feel like cumming... don't pull it out... just shoot it in my mouth."

Bemused, I watched his eyes widen again but paid no attention. I opened my lips a bit wider and took his cock head between my greedy lips. His entire body shuddered violently. Gripping his cock's base with my hand, I began sucking his cock like a tasty lollipop.

Playing a new game with my husband was also having an effect on me; I could feel my cunt going wild with lust and my juices running down my legs. Adeel gyrated his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of my hungry mouth. I raised my eyes and looked at him. He was staring at me.

"Ahhhhhhhhh... Nilu... ugh... ammi," he groaned with pleasure, his eyes burning with lust, "never knew it could be so much fun. Please suck... ammi please suck my cock... ahhh... ahhhh... ahhhh."

I sucked my fancied mister's cock harder and harder, hearing him groan and moan louder with every passing moment. I swirled my tongue over his saliva coated head causing him to whimper louder. His hips began to move at a frantic pace, the throbbing and twitching increasing with every fresh stroke of my tongue over his cock. I could feel his climax approaching.

I continued sucking his cock, eagerly waiting for him to begin shooting in my hungry mouth. I wanted to take every drop of his hot cum, wanted to feel his thick jism splashing against my cheeks and then slowly going down my throat. I wanted to suck him dry and then again make him hard and have him fuck me wildly with his long sleek cock. He was my husband and he probably had fucked me uncountable number of times. At that moment, I felt as if I were going to fuck him for the first time. I was his man's wife sucking her mister's beautiful cock. My pussy was dripping with excitement and I could feel my juice oozing out of my cunt lips.

"Cum...mister cum..." I moaned silently. "Cum in your lady's mouth."

He gave a long yell, and his body went stiff. His cock puffed up in my mouth. He grabbed my head pressing my lips into his crotch and his cum began to erupt. I felt his first spurt shooting down my throat straight to my stomach.

The very moment, my orgasm hit, sending my body reeling with immense pleasure. My pussy jerked repeatedly sending tidal waves of rapture shooting up my spine, my juices flowing down my thighs in abundance.

His dick erupted over and over depositing loads of fresh cum inside my mouth which I willingly swallowed. It poured like a floodgate filling my mouth with his tangy, tasty cum. It was thick, hot with a kind of taste that was difficult to explain. I eagerly drank every drop of jism he spurted in my mouth.

Slowly, the shooting stopped. I pressed my lips on his still inflated cock, forcibly sucking any remaining drop of cum left inside, enjoying its taste and texture. Only when I drained it completely, I allowed it out of my mouth.

Adeel collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. I got up from the floor and slipped beside him.

"Did you like it mister?" I whispered in his ear, gently running my cum soaked tongue over his earlobe. "You liked when ammi drank your cum."

"Yes... ammi." He stared at me with his lustful eyes. "I've never done that before."

"I know mister... I know! Ammi's gonna teach you many new things."

I got up and straddled his body. He stared at me in amazement. I slowly lowered my ass over his chest. I felt my cunt lips touching his chest. I reclined my body backward, reached out my hands and gripped his slick flaccid cock between my fingers. I gently began rubbing my cunt over his chest while my hands began to massage his cock.

I ground my pussy over his chest in a to and fro motion, sliding it to his naval and then again sliding it back to his chest. My pussy juices poured out of my dripping pussy, wetting his chest and part of his belly. I felt the tiny patch of sparse curly hair in the middle of his chest getting soaked with my cunt juice as my ass moved over it. I spread my leg further causing my swollen clit to poke out and rub against the wet hair.

Adeel stared me with a lewd surprise. He had never seen me so horny before, never acting so lasciviously. He appeared a little confused, but he was enjoying what I was doing to him. He enjoyed it as I pleasured myself by rubbing my cunt over his chest.

I began moving my hips farther, with every end stroke almost touching his chin with my cunt lips. After one such push, I stopped with my cunt touching his chin and gazed at him lovingly. I desperately wanted him to touch my pussy with his tongue. But, I didn't want to rush him. Adeel had never sucked my pussy before and I wasn't sure how would he react to that idea.

Again, I slid my ass to his belly and brought it back to his chin, this time letting my wet pussy grind against his chin. His eyes glinted with lust.

"Like it?" gently grinding my hairy crotch up and down his chin.

He gave me a lustful gaze, took his tongue out and licked his lips nervously. I could guess what was happening in his mind. I was sure that he could smell the strong aroma of my aroused pussy very well, a sweet smell that could drive any sensible man crazy with lust.

Slowly, I moved my hips forward a little more, my cunt almost reaching his mouth. Adeel opened his lips again, stuck out his tongue and lightly brushed the tip against my wet bush. I held my breath and waited, not moving a bit. Then he moved further and planted his lips over my hairy pussy lips. My whole body shuddered with rapture.

It was not a long kiss; he immediately withdrew it. He stared into my eyes, little awkwardly, as if looking for my approval. I didn't say a word but gave him an encouraging smile. His lips showed a trace of my pussy juice.

I moved a bit farther and brought my cunt just above his lips. Slowly, I lowered it over his mouth. I heard a gulp from his mouth as his tongue tried to push through my slit. I felt his lips cupping my dripping pussy and his tongue entering inside me.

It was more than enough for me. As he took his tongue out of my slit and flicked it over my engorged clit, I came with a shattering orgasm.

All I could remember was that I was moaning and writhing violently, grinding my cunt over his lips as my cunt deluged his mouth with a fresh load of my pussy nectar. If Adeel had any reservation against takeing my juice, he didn't show it. He drank my juice, even boring his tongue into my pussy licking any trace of honey left inside.

After I got back to my senses, I slid my cunt off his face. My poor husband was short of breath, gasping for air. I smiled at him and slid my ass to his crotch.

My hands were busy manipulating his cock while I teased him into sucking my pussy. His cock was hard again, rising like a thick piece of salami in my hands.

I lifted my ass off his body, gripped his cock with one hand, and placed the tip at the opening of my slick pussy. With a gentle shove, his cock began to move inside me. Slowly, it was completely embedded inside me, my wet bush coming to rest against his thick, coarse thatch.

Adeel groaned with lust as he felt his cock moving inside me, the same soft enclave which he had invaded numerous times for many years before he stopped fucking me.

I made no attempt to start fucking him. Instead, I bent my head and kissed him on the lips. They were soaked with my pussy juice. As I licked his lips, I could taste my own juices. Then I let my tongue trail over his chest, licking the wet tiny strands of hair. Slowly, I took my tongue to his tiny nipple, licked it, then took it between my teeth, and began nibbling the tiny bud.

Adeel moaned loudly, lifted his ass off the bed and thrust his cock deep into me. I squatted over him, my cunt in a way hovering over his cock, giving him enough room to start pumping me. He got the cue and began humping me from beneath.

Adeel gripped the bed's headrest, and began fucking my famished pussy. I enjoyed his fucking while licking my own spending from his nipple and chest. With every plunge, he was driving the entire length of his cock deep into my pussy, each time generating a shuddering spasm radiating through my cunt.

I stopped licking his chest and clutched the wooden headrest. I lowered my tits and let them dangle erotically. As he fucked me from beneath, my tits undulated in a rapid and random motion over his lips. Adeel opened his mouth and gripped my left nipple between his lips. He sucked hard making me cry with lust and pain. He pumped even harder... his face twisted in a blissful delirium.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh..." My body began to shake. My nipple hurt as he sucked greedily on it. His hands left the headrest, grabbed my ass, and parted my ass cheeks. My ass muscles flinched as his index finger touched my anus. Ripples of passion began to travel through my entire body. I concentrated on the delightful feeling which his cock was imparting into my body with every thrust.

Adeel sucked my tit even harder while driving his cock in and out of my begging pussy. He began to pant with effort. His breathing became harried as he tried to pump me harder and faster.

I started gyrating my hips, moving my cunt up and down on his cock. "Ohhhhhh, God, fuck me faster." I pleaded. "Please fuck me hard."

He seemed to be pleased by my wanton desire as his lips spread in a wide grin. He pulled out, the tip of his cock just touching the opening to my fuck hole. He grinned again as he saw disapproval on my face then he rammed it back into my ravenous cunt. He fucked me hard and deep.

"Oh...yesssss...yessss..." I realized that I had never behaved with my husband in such a licentious way. But, I could not stop myself from doing it. I had longed for his cock for almost two years, and now it was ripping through my pussy; I wanted it so badly. My pussy juice was pouring out of my cunt, dribbling along the length of his cock. His crotch was thoroughly soaked with my juice, and every time he rammed his cock fully inside me, I could feel the wetness against the back of my thighs. He was driving me crazy with his s*******ful ways.

"Yesssssss..." I mashed my tits against his sucking lips, pumping my pussy up and down on his shaft.

Bending my head, I kissed him on his lips. His face was showing the signs of his effort, and beads of perspiration began to appear on his face. He stopped sucking my tits and was gasping for air. I licked his sweaty cheeks enjoying the salty taste.

"Adeel...ahhhhh...please make me cum." I moaned lewdly, completely oblivious of my wanton behavior. "Ammi wants you to fill her pussy with your juice."

My body twisted in ecstasy; the inflamed desire began to climb higher and higher towards an explosive orgasm. I fucked back onto his plowing cock and screamed. The throbbing in my cunt began to escalate.

"I'm cuming... yes... I'm cuming." I wailed as my cunt began to tighten about his cock. My body stiffened, and the maddening rush of tidal waves of intense pleasure drove me insane. Adeel was well aware of my condition. He squeezed my ass cheeks between his fingers and drilled his cock deep into me. His groin smacked against my spread ass. His face contorted with lust, his mouth went agape with the expectation of the inevitable as he gave a loud groan and his balls exploded in a massive eruption. A deluge of hot thick jism shot from his cock and sprayed the smoldering depth of my pussy.

He continued slamming his cock back into me, while it spewed wads of hot cum deep inside me. My cunt hungrily gulped every drop that his prick deposited. I continued rocking back and forth on his cock, feeling the strength of his ejaculation slowly subsiding.

He finally ceased to erupt, but I continued fucking him, rocking back and forth on his cock. Finally, everything became a blur as I collapsed over his sweaty chest, heaving and panting vigorously.

I lay over his chest, our bodies slick with sweat. His cock was still buried inside me, though it was shrinking fast. I could feel the mix of our juices slowly seeping along the length of his shaft. I tried to squeeze my throbbing pussy to stop the juices from escaping, unsuccessfully. It oozed out and slowly began to deposit at our groins where our bodies were joined. I closed my eyes and rested my head over his chest.

I don't know how long we stayed like that. I came back to my senses when Adeel began to stir beneath me. I opened my eyes and found him staring directly into my eyes.

"It was fantastic." He was smiling. "I must be a stupid for not doing it for so long."

I was pleased with his comment.

"So you liked fucking your lady." I said, immediately realizing the stupidity of my question.

His eyes narrowed. My heart began to sink. I cursed myself. 'Did I say something wrong?'

Slowly, his face became normal; he was smiling again.

"Yes...more than my wife...I love you...ammi." He kissed me on my lips.

I could feel my eyes becoming wet with emotion. I bent my head, and our lips locked in a long lingering kiss.

Finally, he broke the kiss and pushed me off. I rolled to his side; his cum slick cock came out of my pussy with a plop.

"Look the mess you've created." He pointed toward his groin with a mischievous grin.

I looked at his crotch; it was drenched with our juices. His dark thatch was soaked with a mix of his cum and my juice. I turned my gaze to my pussy; my bush was also matted with our fuck juice.

I slipped off the bed.

"Don't worry," I took his hand and pulled him off the bed, "come, I'll take care of it."

I led him to the bathroom. First, I used my tongue to lick his crotch clean; then thoroughly rinsed his cock and thatch and dried them with a towel. He watched me doing it with a grin on his face. Finally, I kissed the tip of his cock and let it go. Adeel kneeled immediately before me; he took water from the bucket and carefully soaped my cunt. Then he rinsed it. He dried my bush and in the same way kissed my cunt; his kiss was longer and lingering as his tongue explored my moist slit. Finally, he let me go.

We came out of the bathroom. We were lost in our amorous reunion. We didn't bother to put our clothes back on and slipped naked under the covers.

With my back against him, I snuggled against his body. His semi-tumescent cock gently rested against the crack of my ass. I felt his hands roaming gently over my naked body.

It was a feeling of great elation for getting back my husband's love. I had always loved him despite his shortcomings, even when my amorous affair began with my man-in-law. My mind went back to the events that changed my life forever. I thought about his abbu. I doubted that my relationship with Adeel's man would ever stop. Abbu would never let me go; and I too was in a way enslaved to my own lust for his mammoth cock. I knew that even with all my love for my husband it would not be possible for me to stop fucking my man-in-law.

I would have to make adjustments so that I could successfully manage my two lovers. Now with Adeel accepting the fact, it shouldn't be much difficult.

For a moment, my thought diverted to my man-in-law. I visualized his massive cock ripping through my pussy, driving me crazy with every thrust. My pussy began to cream again.

Suddenly, I came out of my trance; a hand was slowly exploring my cunt. My husband's manhood, which was showing signs of new awakening, was pressing against my ass. I spun around and faced him.

"I thought you're relaxing." Adeel was smiling as his fingers caressed my pussy again.

"I think," I took his growing cock between my fingers and wagged it lovingly, "your friend is still hungry."

His smile grew larger.

"I don't think I can relax tonight," he brought his lips closer to my ear and whispered, "why don't you teach me what else you've learned?"

I looked at him in surprise. He was still smiling mischievously.

"Are you serious?" I asked incredulously.

"Why not? Teach me."

"Who would you like to fuck this time... your wife or ammi?"

He laughed gently. "My ammi of course. She's gonna teach me new things."

"Okay then... mister," I threw the covers off our bodies and sat beside him. "We'll start with a new way where we can explore each other's bodies at the same time."

I flung my leg over his body and straddled his face. I lowered my cunt over his mouth, and bending my body forward, brought my lips closer to his cock and kissed his semi-tumescent shaft.

I didn't have to tell him what to do next as his tongue immediately flicked over my cunt lips, gently lapping up the moistness. Then it was powerd inside my pussy.

'He would be a good learner.' I thought as I lowered my head and swallowed his cock.

My mind started reeling again, partly with lust, partly with anticipation.

END

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Becoming A Slut Wife: Mickey

Everything has to start somewhere and that includes becoming a slut. I was thirty-four years old and had only had one man in my life. I was a virgin when my husband carried me to our marriage bed and in the eleven years we had been married he was the only man to ever touch me and in the space of forty-eight hours he went from the only one to just one of many.

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My name is Mihalea. I'm named after my maternal grandlady who immigrated to the United States from Russia in 1917. She and my grandman saw what was coming and were smart enough to get out before the October Revolution. Early on some of my schoolmates had a hard time with Mihaela and they started calling me Mickey so I have gone through most of my life answering to Mickey.

I met Gary while I was still in college working on my degree in Finance. I needed a part time job and I saw an ad in the paper from a dentist who was looking for a part-time office assistant who could do bookkeeping. I thought about it decided to give it a try. I was studying to become a CPA and while I had a ways to go I was certainly knowledgeable enough on accounting practices to be able to do simple bookkeeping. I answered the ad and got the job and although I didn't know it at the time it would make a major change in my life.

It was four hours a day on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday and I was told I could vary my hours to fit my class schedule. Dr. Herme's practice grew so fast over the next year that he took in a partner. Even though I was a virgin, the first time I saw Gary my pussy started dripping. I don't know if you would want to call it love at first sight or lust at first sight, but the moment I saw him I wanted him. Fortunately -thank God- he seemed to feel the same way about me.

During his second week there he asked me out to dinner and that dinner date led to more dates and four months later he asked me to marry him. I said yes and three months later we were married. Ten months after that we were blessed with Jamister and two years after that the twins, Terri and Toni, arrived on the scene. I never did become a CPA. I became a stay at home mom.

One night as I was dressing for a party I found that I had nothing to wear. Oh I had a closet full of clothes, but three kids had taken their toll and I couldn't fit into anything. I patched together an outfit for the evening and the very next day I joined a gym and got to work at getting myself back into shape. In a year I was able to put on clothes that I was wearing when Gary and I met and started dating and I promised myself that I was going to stay in that shape from then on. It was a decision that was to have some unforeseen consequences.

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You don't go to school, get your degree in dentistry and then just spend the rest of your life staring down into mouths. There are constant advances in equipment, techniques, materials and the like. As a result Gary attended two or three conventions, conferences or symposiums every year to stay current and up to date.

Gary always asked me to go with him and I always said no. I didn't want to be away from Jamister and the twins, but as they grew older my parents (my mom really) wanted to take them for the weekends and she would baby-sit at the drop of a hat. So, when Gary came home one day in May and told me that he was going to Ft. Lauderdale for a symposium I said:

"Great! I'll go with you on this one."

Gary got a real funny look on his face and I saw it and said, "What?"

"You never go with me."

"So? There is always a first time for everything. What's the matter Gary, don't you want me to go with you?"

"No, it's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"You never go so when Carl Akers told me he was setting up a three day deep sea fishing trip I told him to count me in."

"So?"

"Sweetie, you were sea sick five of the seven when we went on that cruise two years ago and that was on a large cruise ship on a basically calm sea."

"So you go fish and I'll lay on the beach and get a simply marvelous tan."

"You sure? You won't get pissed at me for going away and leaving you alone for three days?"

"I'm a big girl Gary, I can handle time alone."

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Grandma was tickled to death to be able to have her 'babies' for a week, even though babies they certainly were not. Jamister was ten and the twins were eight. We dropped them off at mom's and then caught our flight to Florida. The first two days were given over to the symposium and after dinner each night we went dancing. And then, since I rarely went more than two days without sex, we hurried back to our room so I could fuck Gary's brains out and get enough to hold me until he got back.

On the third day Gary kissed me goodbye, climbed on a boat and went out to do battle with groupers, flounders, minnows or whatever. I waved bye-bye from the dock and then went back to our room to change for the beach. I put on a bikini, grabbed a blanket and a towel and headed for the beach.

It was the tail end of Spring Break and there were still a lot of bikini clad young girls on the beach and as I looked at them I was glad once again for the time I spent in the gym. Even after three kids I looked good enough to give any one of them a good run for their money.

There was a lot of activity on the beach, but I managed to find a place to spread my blanket. My closest neighbors were a man and his wife sitting on beach chairs about six feet away. They looked to be in their late forties or early fifties. She was reading a book and he was looking out to sea with a pair of binoculars. I put my blanket down and got to work on my tan. I don't know how long it was after I lay down that the man got out of his chair and came over to me.

"I see that you are alone and you really need to get some lotion on your back. I can do it for you if you would like."

If he hadn't been there with his wife I would have thought for sure that it was a pick up line. I looked over at her, but she was buried in her book and not giving me any dirty looks so I said:

"Thank you. I would appreciate that."

I had untied my bikini top so I wouldn't have a tan line across my back when I wore one of my 'little black dresses' so he had an open back to work with. He started on my shoulders and worked his way down until her reached the bikini bottoms and then he said:

"I already have lotion all over my hands so I might as well do the backs of your legs while I'm at it."

A quick glance at his wife showed she wasn't concerned so I didn't say no and he moved his hands to my feet and started working his way up. The man had a 'touch'. His hands felt so good and relaxing that if I'd have been a cat I would have been purring. As his hands moved higher I had to resist the urge to spread my legs wider so he could do my inner thighs. He finished up and I thanked him and he went back to his chair. Not wanting to overdo it I got up after another half hour or so and went back up to the room. I showered, dressed and then went shopping.

That afternoon I was back on the beach and about half an hour after I laid down on my blanket the man walked up to me and asked me if I was ready for him to do my back again. I looked around and didn't see his wife, but it was a public beach and there were people all over the place so I felt safe and I told him I'd love it. He told me his name was Dan and he was from Cleveland and on vacation and I told him my name and the story of how I came to be in Lauderdale. He laughed and said:

"Your husband must be crazy to go off and leave you alone. A gorgeous lady like you, alone on this beach with all the college boys looking at and lusting after you. He'll be lucky if a couple of them don't scoop you up and run off with you."

"What? An old hag like me?"

"Don't kid yourself. The boys haven't taken their eyes off you since you have been out here. I think that the only reamister they haven't made a move on you is that they saw me with you this morning and now and they think I'm your husband or boyfriend."

"So, besides being a spreader of lotions you are also my protector?"

"It would seem that way. I haven't misread things have I?"

"In what way?"

"Maybe you don't want to be protected from the studs."

He said it in a joking way and that is the way I took it and I said, "No, I don't need any young studs in my life right now."

By the time he finished with my legs I was feeling all warm, fuzzy and relaxed. He wiped off his hands and then asked:

"Since you are all alone would you like to join me for dinner tonight?"

Since watching TV alone in my room is all that I had to look forward to and figuring that I'd be okay with his wife there I said that I would like that. He told me to meet him in the hotel restaurant at seven and then he wandered off. I looked around and saw that he had been right about one thing - I was the center of attention for quite a few of the young studs and for some reamister that thought made my pussy tingle.

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When I got to the dining room at five to seven I saw him sitting in a booth along the back wall. He was alone and when I slid in on the seat across from him I asked him where his wife was.

"Wife? I'm not married. Whatever gave you the idea that I was married?"

"I saw you sitting on the beach with a woman this morning."

"The woman on the chair next to me?"

I said yes and he said, "I've no idea who she is. She just happened to be sitting in a chair next to an empty one when I came out on the beach. I asked her if it was taken, she said no and so I sat down."

I had no real reamister to be nervous, after all, he had been a gentleman both times I had seen him during the day, but somehow it just didn't seem right for me, a married woman, to be having dinner alone with another man. But I was already seated and even if I got up and moved away from him I still had to eat dinner so I stayed.

Dan ordered a carafe of red wine with dinner and we sat, ate and talked. He told me all about his life as a single guy in Cleveland and I filled him in on the trials and tribulations of bringing up three kids. When dinner was over he suggested that we go into the lounge to listen to the live band. I really wasn't ready to go back up to my room so I told him to order me a margarita and that I'd meet him there and then I headed for the ladies room, took my pee, refreshed my make up and went and joined him.

The band was pretty good and we got to talking about music. He was a big fan of Dixieland jazz and country/western and I liked modern pop and we were arguing about the relative merits of each when I began to feel funny. The room seemed to be spinning. My margarita glass was in my hand and I dropped it. Dan asked me what was the matter and I'm not even sure that I was coherent as I tried to explain it to him.

"Sounds like you are having an allergic reaction to something from dinner. We need to get you up to your room and call the hotel doctor."

I didn't protest when he helped me up and supported me as he took me from the lounge to the elevator. My memory faded as we left the lounge and I don't remember anything of the next couple of hours.

I have a vague recollection of male voices sayings things like, "That's it, fuck her ass" and "Cum in her mouth" and other things like that. Once I heard, "Damn, but she sure can fuck" and another time I heard, "How long have we got her for?"

None of it made any sense to me when I heard it. I remember hearing a familiar voice crying, "Fuck me, please fuck me, somebody please, somebody fuck me" and "Do it, do it to me, do it."

And then gradually, like I was coming out from under an anesthetic, I became more aware. Everything was foggy; my mouth had a dry cottony feel to it. Something was rubbing my lips and suddenly the dry mouth was wet and salty tasting and nothing was rubbing my lips anymore.

I heard moans and it was a minute or two before I realized they were coming from me. My body was on fire and I felt the tingle of a departing orgasm. The haze was clearing and I found myself looking down into the face of a man I had never seen before. His eyes were closed and he was moaning:

"Ride me honey, ride me. Make me cum honey, make me cum."

I tried to lift myself up, but I was being held down by something pushing at me from the back. I felt a hot, burning, but somewhat pleasurable sensation in my ass and I felt like I wanted to pass gas or go to the bathroom. Something moved in front of my face and I saw the head of a cock coming toward my mouth. Somewhere back in the recesses of my mind a faint voice was saying, "No, I don't want that," but my mouth opened of it's own accord and the cock slid over my tongue and I started sucking it.

My head was clearing and I finally realized that I had a cock in my ass and a cock in my pussy. I was pushing back at the man behind me while the man in my pussy was just pushing up hard into me and holding his cock there. My pushing back at the man in my ass was moving me on the cock in my pussy and the man under me was still moaning:

"Ride me, like that honey, just ride me."

I felt sudden wet warmth in my ass and then the full feeling went away and I farted. Someone laughed and said, "You packed her full of air Ed." Another voice said, "I'm next" and I felt something start to push it's way past my sphincter. I pushed my ass back at whoever was behind me and he said:

"Damn! She still is tight and she wants it."

I did! I did want it, but I didn't know why. Gary and I had never done anal. Gary! Where was Gary? I took my mouth off the cock I had been sucking and I looked around the room. I didn't see Gary. I saw seven naked men. I saw Dan pointing a video camera at me, but I didn't see Gary. Why was Gary letting these... and the thought was interrupted when the man whose cock I had been sucking grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my mouth back onto him.

I was buffeted back and forth between the three men and I felt the familiar warmth of an orgasm wash over me as the cock in my ass sawed back and forth. "Here it comes sweetie" the man behind me moaned as he rammed me hard and I felt the wetness of his spend.

"Who gets her next?" the man said as he pulled his cock out of my ass and the man under me said, "No, I can't hold off any longer, I have to get my rocks off" and he wrapped his arms around me and rolled me over onto my back. I had been sucking on the cock in my mouth and when I was rolled my mouth was pulled off the cock and there was a 'pop' sound. The man looked down at me and said:

"You want this, don't you?"

I did, but I didn't. My head was full of conflicting thoughts. Part of me wanted to say, "Get away from me, leave me alone," but another part was crying out, "Do it! Do it."

My body made the decision for me as my legs spread wide. The man grinned and said, "I thought so" as he slid his cock into me. I moaned, my legs came up and clamped on him, my nails dug into his ass as I pulled him into me even as I pushed myself up at him. He started slamming his cock into me and I moaned.

"Like it? Like my cock? You like dick, don't you?"

"Yes" I moaned, "Oh God yes. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that sweetie. You have a lot more cock coming at you before this night is over."

"Just fuck me" I whined, "Just fuck me, please, just fuck me."

He slammed his cock into me hard several more times and then I felt his hands go under me and cup my ass cheeks and he shoved hard into me as he pulled me tight against him. I felt his hot fluid spash against my insides, but I was not ready. I was close, but I was not ready and as he tried to get up I tried to hold him, to pull him back into me.

"No" I moaned, "Not yet, not yet, I'm close, I'm close. Don't stop, please don't stop."

He pulled away from me and I whined, "No, please, no" and someone laughed and I felt another hard cock drive into me. And then another, and another and another as I lost all track of the cocks that probed my pussy, ass and mouth.

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The sunlight was streaming in the window when I woke up. I shook my head as if to clear away the erotic dream I'd had. As I came fully awake my body was telling me that Gary must have really done a fine job on me the night before. My pussy was sore. My jaw ached. My ass felt like....my ass? Gary never did my a... and then I remembered that Gary wasn't there. What had happened? How had it happened? I remembered going to meet Dan for dinner, but what had happened after that? I sat up and swung my legs off the bed and put my feet on the floor and as I did that a voice said:

"Good morning Sunshine."

I looked and saw Dan sitting in the chair. I stared at him for several seconds before saying:

"What happened? What did you do to me?"

"I haveged you sweetie, and then I gave you to some of my friends and business associates. They were quite pleased with you. A couple of them would even like to see you again."

I stared at him for several more seconds and then I got up and padded into the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet random memories of the night came into my mind. One of them the image of Dan pointing a video camera at me. Oh cuckolds brownie! What did that mean? I walked back into the room and saw my clothes in a pile on the floor and I suddenly realized that I was naked and my arms and hands automatically went to cover my pussy and my breasts and Dan laughed.

"A little late for that Sunshine. I've already seen everything you have and I've seen you use it. Sit down. I've got something I want to show you."

I sat down on the bed and he picked the video camera up from the floor and came over and sat down next to me. He handed me the camera and told me to watch the little view screen. He pushed a button and there I was on my hands and knees being fucked by a man from behind. I was slamming my ass back at him and another man stepped in front of me and I leaned forward and clamped my lips on his cock. Dan took the camera back and said:

"I have four hours of footage like that Sunshine. You get to be the one who decides if anyone gets to watch your porn video. Call the cops, cry **** and everyone will see you begging for it. Say nothing, go on home with your husband and all it will ever be is a pleasurable memory. And it was pleasurable for you. I'll give you a copy of the tapes if you'd like so you can see for yourself."

"Why? Why did you do that to me?"

"Because you were a sexy woman, all alone, and I knew I could get away with it."

I knew he was right. I knew that I couldn't let anyone see that tape. Without another word I dressed and left Dan's room and went to mine.

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I took a long, hot bath and then napped until noon. After a light lunch I took my blanket and a towel and went out to the beach. There was a difference that day. The previous day I hadn't paid much attention to what was going on around me, but that day I was aware of everything. I watched the mating dance between the young hard-bodied males and females enjoying Spring Break. I noticed the bulges in their Speedo swimming suits. Everywhere I looked I saw something sexual going on.

I noticed one young man looking at me and the bulge in his trunks looked huge. I wondered how big it really was and I wondered if it would fit in my mouth. He was looking at me, I was staring at his bulge and then the mood was broken when some sixteen or seventeen year old sexpot grabbed his arm and pulled him away.

I saw other bulges and had similar thoughts before I finally said, "Get a grip Mickey!" and I grabbed my blanket and towel and went back to my room. I was stressing and so I did what I normally did when I'm stressing - I went shopping.

Bad move.

Everywhere I went I saw overtones of sex. Young girls flaunting their bodies, hunky studs checking out anything female to see if it had bed potential. I saw them looking at me and I saw, or thought I did, the desire in their eyes. Several I saw I wondered about; what would they be like.

I was in a boutique looking at some bras and panties and one young man walking through stopped long enough to say:

"The black lace ones would look great on you," and then he was gone leaving me to look at his back with the image in my mind of me standing in front of him in those black lace panties and stroking his cock.

Even the most common place and minor things made me think of sex. I was walking past a gas station and saw a man take the filler hose from the pump. The metal filler tube had the same downward curvature as one of the cocks I had sucked last night and when the nozzle went into the car receptacle I remembered the same cock going into my pussy.

A man was straddling a motorcycle at a stoplight, motorcycle throbbing between his legs, and it made me think of the throbbing cocks from the night before. Everywhere I looked I saw something that pulled up an image from the night before.

And I could not - could not! - get rid of the image of me pushing back at the cock fucking me from behind and then leaning forward, actually stretching, to get at the cock in front of my face.

I headed back to the motel and took a cold shower. I ordered dinner from room service and sat down with a book, but I couldn't concentrate and I set it aside and turned on the TV. I jumped channels for half an hour before turning it off.

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He answered the door on the third knock. He smiled when he saw it was me and I said:

"You said something this morning, something about a couple of your friends wanting to see me again?"

He opened the door wide, stepped aside and I walked in.

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Beware Of Tijuana


Cheryl and I liked living in San Diego. Not only did we have all the wonders of the best city in the country, the climate and weather in San Diego are the best in the world!

Neither of us were native San Diegans. We moved there when I got a job with the San Diego Police Department. I paid my dues as a motor officer in chilly Minneapolis and landed a cycle-cop's slot in San Diego. After a day chasing the bad guys, Cheryl and I literally wallowed in the wonderful advantages of the place! Went to the beach so often, I constantly had sand between my toes. Rode the trolley so often we memorized the routes. Ate so much Mexican food, I was becoming bilingual.

And Cheryl blossomed into Superwoman. Without telling me, she took a California Cuisine cooking class, and suddenly I came home every night to a dinner that made me wonder if she'd hired Wolfgang Puck as a caterer. And the tanner she got, the slimmer she got, and--how can I put this?--the "more interested" she became, to the point that both of us stopped wearing anything to bed. Didn't want to waste any time undressing.

I started buying lube in the big tubes, and she put a rubber cover over the mattress to save it from constant seepings. She often rolled over to me and purred that she loved to lie in the wet spot. "I want to wallow in your jizz until I'm coated in it!"

That, of course, led to another round, more leakage, more wet crotches, and a bigger wet spot.

One day on one of our exploring trips, we drove to Chula Vista and on down the 5 to the Mexican border. "What the heck, let's visit Tijuana!" Strike one.

Wow, what a place. Amazing, really. Tijuana, south of the border, is as big as San Diego is north of it, but Tijuana is like a third-world city. The tourist part is garish and Viva Zapata-looking, but it's surrounded by depressing slums.

We drove away from the touristy area--Strike two--into what we supposed was a middle-income area, not a slum exactly, but hardly a rich neighborhood. For all that, we never did see anything in Tijuana that could be taken as a mansion or an expensive neighborhood.

Anyway, we stopped on a hill overlooking the city and got out to take some pictures. Strike three. We were out.

"Oye, what you doing?"

Shit. Right off, my cop-instincts told me this was not a friendly Mexican offering us help. "Taking pictures of the city."

"Señor Taquadama don't like gringos taking pictures of his house."

Fuck. Not the slightest friendliness anywhere. This guy was dangerous. Sure enough, before I could call to Cheryl to get back in the car, we were jumped by what looked like eight guys who came from behind us.

After a pitifully short struggle, during which one of them yanked my wallet out of my pocket, they piled us into our own car, bound and gagged, and drove down the hill, through a gate, into a walled-off area. It was a courtyard with a large house at the far end.

They pushed open the big door, an ornate thing in hardwood deeply carved with tropical motifs: palms, orchid blossoms, birds, and beyond was a beautiful antechamber. Pink marble floors. Finely crafted leather chairs. A huge couch upholstered in appliquéd silk. I was agog. I looked over, and so was Cheryl.

A man walked down staircase.

I blinked. He looked like a movie star. Antonio Banderas, maybe. A big man, broad-shouldered, he didn't look like the popular image of a Mexican thug. Not even as dangerous as an American Mafioso. I couldn't help it--I had to give it to him--the guy was handsome!

But when he opened his mouth, it was pure Mexican thug: "I am Arturo Taquadama. They tell me, Gringo, you are taking pictures of my house." He held up my wallet. "And you are a fucking policeman from San Diego? This is not a polite thing to do in my country, culo!"

He walked over to Cheryl, reached out, and fondled her breasts. I lurched and struggled against the goons holding me. "Get away from her, you bastard!"

"Oh, I'll get something more than 'away' from her." He pulled open her blouse. Cheryl screeched and struggled, but she, too, was held securely by Taquadama's thugs. He brought her beautiful breasts out into the open air, and I heard gasps of appreciation from the Neanderthal gallery.

The bastard rubbed them, kneaded them, teasing her nipples. All the while Cheryl struggled and screamed, but he got her--her nipples stiffened up into aroused points, and I knew she was fighting a growing horniness. I knew my Cheryl. I could always turn her on by teasing her firm, luscious titties.

He addressed his men. "Strip her!"

"Hey, you bastard! I'll ******* you!"

"Oh, my big, tough, American cop, I think you're the one looking down the barrel of a gun." He turned back to Cheryl as they pulled off her slacks, then her panties. She was naked. Blushing all over.

"Me, Gringo, I think I will look down her barrel." He turned to her. "Do you like to suck cock, baby?" With that, he pulled down his zipper and fetched out something I didn't think was possible.

What a cock! The shaft was like a waterpipe, and hardening, the damned thing was so heavy, it sagged a good foot away from his body but in a huge arc up to the level of his belly-button!

It was inhuman. Like a horse. The big cockhead was a fucking planet, a moon in fixed orbit!

I watched stunned--an itchy little thought in the back of my mind was, in a strange, eerie way, glad I got a chance to see it. Biggest fucking cock in the world, probably. And Cheryl is going to suck that.

Fuck! I snapped out of it! They're going to make Cheryl suck that!

As he lowered his pants, the thing swelled even bigger, if that were possible, and like it vacuumed the air out of the room, I couldn't breathe. Poor Cheryl! Look at that thing! I watched as it jerked and jumped while Taquadama's goons pushed Cheryl down to her knees and her face closer to it.

He stepped out of his pants and lurched his hips toward her--and the huge cockhead touched her lips. She made a face, no doubt smelling the maleness of the guy, and I fought against the guys holding me. "You let her go, you ladyfuckers! I'll come back here with the whole goddamned US Army!"

"Oh, I don't think so, Yanqui."

I heard one of the men holding Cheryl hiss to her, "Open up, baby--that's it." Then to the other, "Sí, he's got her now."

The poor woman breathed what I figured was the rotten-crotch smell of the man, and Cheryl appeared to weaken (sickened, probably) or at least realizing the hopelessness of her situation. Her tongue darted out to explore him. She tried it again, and a crystal-clear drop of precum appeared at his piss-slit. Unable to see it with her mouth so close, she scooped up the drop with the next touch of her tongue, and I saw her gasp and back off, astonished.

Then, incredibly, she opened her mouth and tasted him, completely spreading her jaws. So wide it had to be painful. I felt a lurch in my own crotch as Cheryl took Taquadama's huge cock into her mouth. She let out a moan!
Was that a moan of distress--or of pleasure?
I bit my lip. For some reamister my cock was hard in my pants, and to my discomfort and fury, that magic pleasure-spot just under my cockhead rubbed up against a fold in my underwear, stimulating me dizzy.

Cheryl's first taste of Taquadama was unbelievable. She looked like she was going crazy over it. Sucking and slurping, moving all over it.

It was too big, impossible for her to get into her mouth, but she licked and slurped over every inch, teasing his foreskin forward and back with her teeth, licking inside it, teasing his piss-slit.

My own cock slimed the inside of my underwear. Cheryl was hot.

Taquadama lunged his cock harder in her mouth as I struggled against the thugs holding me--but at the same time, as the precum-wet fold in my underwear continued to rub the crown of my cockhead--the uncontrollable rubbing driving me crazy--one side of my mind was desperate to save my wife from the degradation, the other side was aroused, fascinated at how fucking lucky she was to lick up the man's cappuccino from a rod so huge.

I was desperate. How could she not want a huge package like that? I could only stare.

Taquadama was hung better than any man I'd ever seen. Legs like a bull. Buttocks like light brown footballs. Hard. With that sexy little dimple at the top of each one.

"Try harder, baby," he crooned to Cheryl, and I suddenly realized he was trying to deep-throat her! And a thrill shot through me when I realized she was trying, too! With a new effort, fighting her gag reflex, Cheryl managed it!

I was in a world of madness! Like a snake's jaws unhinging, Cheryl's mouth spread out to an insane size, and she swallowed it!! I was astounded! It was impossible!

She was swallowing a cock as big as my forearm! And for as distended as her mouth looked, Cheryl didn't seem to be in pain. She was enjoying it!

Taquadama sank the huge cock all the way down her throat! Jesus, that must stick all the way down to her stomach! "Yes, baby, that's it! Now with affection," he purred, and he pulled the giant organ back out. Like pulling out an elephant's trunk.

The smell of sex was so strong I breathed it in from where I struggled in the grip of the goons. Spicy tang, the odor of balls, of sperm--and of pussy!

My heart sank. She does like it.

"Again, baby." Once more the giant cock sank down Cheryl's throat. She had learned how to do it. "Good, honey, that's good." I was aghast.

"Ohhh, enough of this, baby." Taquadama breathed harder as he pulled out the big, brown cock. "I want to get to know you better." My testicles hurt so bad, I shifted from one foot to another. I'd never seen anything so erotic in my life.

But I still yelled, "Wait! Please! Don't!"

"Don't you worry, cop. Bring her over to the couch, Miguel. I'm getting more of this gringa bitch!"
Fuck, he's going to **** her. Really fuck her. And she's not on the pill--we'd been trying to have a baby--and he'll surely get her pregnant. Exactly how I knew that, I didn't know, but I was desperate. I had to do something!
I sighed. Since the goons held my arms, my hands were free, so I reached up to pull open the buttons of my shirt then down to unbuckle my belt. I powerd myself to speak. "Taquadama, let me--offer you a chance to--experience something--different." I can't believe I'm saying this.
"What, you a horny cop? You want this big chorizo, too?"

"Just--just leave her alone!"

"Hey, cop, maybe this will work for me." He grinned. "Come on, cop, show me how horny you can make me!"

In the rather dim--suddenly erotic and sexy--light from the lamps around the room, I let my pants drop. "That's it, Gringo, widen my horizons!"

My face hot with shame, I stepped out of my pants and peeled off my shirt. Then, biting my lip, I sank to my knees. "No, no, no, pichi puto, you don't get the prize from the first!" Taquadama gloated down at me. "First you do the fuck-me dance. Dance for me, puto-cop!"
Oh god, I'll never live this down! Suddenly some steamy misterg with a slow beat throbbed through the room--some mister of a bitch put on a CD!--and with no other choice, I began to swing and sway a little, like I was in a disco or a nightclub dancing by myself--in just my underwear.

Taquadama spoke low. "Okay, puto, strip off the underwear."
Damn! Shit! Hell! But helpless to stop the situation--and still keeping to the rhythm of the music--I jerked down my tighty-whities. I heard whoops of laughter and shouts from the assemred hoods. My face blazed hot with shame.

But my cock stood up hard and throbbing. Oh, god, it can't get worse than this!
It got worse. "Hey, man, with a little dick like that, no wonder, man, your woman wants to suck mine!" Taquadama chuckled. "Man, put that little chiquito away! Put your underwear back on!" More laughter.

So humiliated I thought of throwing myself out the window, I looked around the floor for my shorts, but, "Hey, no, man, not your own! García, give him your underwear!"

"My underwear? Hey, vamos, Arturo!"

"No, is good! Let chiquito cop dance around in a real man's underwear"--he looked over at me--"or maybe we get back to business with his woman."

I stood in total humility, betrayed even by my own body. As I burned with shame, my hardon jutted out even harder, thriving on my destruction. A few moments later, the big thug García shucked down his own briefs, threw them at me, then pulled his pants back up.

Abashed, wishing I were dead, I stepped into the stranger's white briefs and pulled them up! Oh. My. God! The pouch was cold inside. Wet! My cock is covered with that guy's precum!
Something snapped inside. The heat from all the shame and offense fused somehow into an arousal the likes of which I'd never felt. Suddenly I was hornier than ever in my life! García's shorts were a little small for their owner, so they clung to my hips enough, and I began to move again.

Not long after I'd begun--what, two hours?--there was a knock at the door. It was Cheryl. She didn't say a word. Neither did they. As I lay on the couch in my eleventy-leventh double-fuck, she looked at me, peeled off her T-shirt (no bra) and her shorts (no panties). Without a word, she took on two of the men who had been waiting for another go at me.

We spent the whole night there. I didn't blow any of them, but I got so much sperm pumped into me, I swear I could taste cum in the back of my throat.

At sunrise, Taquadama himself wandered into the room in a bathrobe takeing a cup of coffee. "You two a good pair of bitches, no cabe duda."

Still panting from my last orgasm, "Not--my fault--your sex potion--powdered sperm all over me--what else--could I do?--"

He smiled and sat down. "How did you know it was my sperm?"

"What else--make me so fuck-takes?--"

"Gringo, you are a natural whore, ¿no es asi? Deal with it, bitch." He leaned down to me, lowering his voice. "You wanted to be my whore so bad, your mind grabbed any handle, man." He smiled. "That stuff they threw on you? Vanilla cake mix, man. They threw flour and sugar over you."



Huh?



"You are a cum-slut, man. Face it. You wanted to get fucked so bad, your head let you believe you'd been haveged." He chuckled. "You fucked all my men with only a mouthful of cake mix!"

And so collapsed the last shred of my self-respect. I looked over at Cheryl, wriggling under her two lovers, and I realized we'd hit bottom.

They let us go, of course. Taquadama told me to tell him of border raids I might hear about but especially to "happen by" the border crossing when his shipments came over.

I did. I was his bitch. On those days when I "happened by" the border crossing, I waited until I spotted the red Chevy panel truck, the green Toyota pickup, or whatever in the distance. Then I slapped the chief inspector on the shoulder. "Hey, let me buy you a cup of coffee. I want to ask you about blah-blah..." He was the guy who always found the stuff, and I kept him diverted until the shipment had passed through.

Cheryl and I had other duties. One of the bennies of working for the Tijuana gang was freebie fucks of a San Diego policeman and his wife at their home. I began to buy tequila by the case and sex-lube by the truckload. I got double-plugged at least four times a week, and Cheryl got it even more.

Life became sorta normal. She cooked the California Cuisine meals. We went to the movies. Went to the beach. Rode the trolley.

But we never fucked again. Couldn't please each other. I couldn't fill both her holes, and she couldn't fill mine. We were helpless. Two stretched-out, double-craving, horny whores who lived mainly in anxious waiting for our next horny visitors.

Then one morning it happened. "Good morning! Our KFMB News Flash this morning is a report of a massive gang assassination in Tijuana! Our reporter Rick García has the story!"

"Hi, Bill, it's true. Mexican authorities in Tijuana report that nearly the whole Taquadama Gang has been wiped out in an overnight slaughter."

Cheryl and I raced to the television!

"According to sources, the massive hit was in revenge by the Sinaloa Gang, who have been trying to cut into Tijuana for many months. The bodies of Arturo Taquadama and four of his chieftains were identified among the dead..."

I looked at Cheryl. Her face was white. I figured mine was, too.

"What are we going to do??" Her voice was a desperate hiss.

It's been weeks now, and we're going insane.

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Beware: The Taxman Cometh


There aren't many things more terrorizing than a tax audit by the IRS. Yet my prim and proper wife Tiffany and I recently found ourselves in that intimidating situation.

We were, indeed, terrorized.

From the moment we arrived at the cold, old stone Federal building we had a feeling of doom. We patiently sat in the waiting room, across from each other, barely talking, with our hands folded and heads staring at the drab carpeting.

Things did not get better when we finally were ushered into the small drab office that was piled high with papers. The frowning IRS representative, Mr. Johnmister, did little to help our disposition, either, merely grunting a hello as we sat on hard metal chairs. The fifty something man with the graying hair and paunch around the waist settled into his seat on the other side of the desk, glanced over our tax returns, shook his head, and looked me straight in the eye.

"We've gone over your tax returns for last year, both by computer and by hand, and to be frank with you it isn't pretty," he said with a gruff voice. "What were you thinking?"

I knew immediately that my little plan to shift one column of numbers to another was found. But what could I do? I was desperate. There was no way I could come up with the money we owed because of my stupidity.

I worked for a highflying dotcom company, at least it was high flying when I exercised some incentive stock options and decided to hold the stock. I was greedy, I thought it would appreciate more and more and make us zillionaires. When the rug was pulled out of the stock market, Tiffany and I found our plan to "retire-at-35" was unraveled. We owed Uncle Sam more in taxes than my stock was worth.

To top it off, even if we liquidated everything we had, the house, the cars, you name it, we would still several hundred thousand dollars short. Dollars we didn't have, couldn't get, nor were able to wipe out by bankruptcy. Our goose was cooked, and that led me to get creative on my tax accounting.

I had discussed the problem with Tiffany, not letting her know the full scope of our problem, but told her we would make our way through it...somehow.

"You owe the United States Government, by our calculations, $687,700 in back taxes and penalties," he sternly said, eying our tax return.

"Oh my god," said 26-year-old Tiffany, tears starting to flow from her pretty blue eyes. "I knew it was a lot, but not that much. We'll lose our house, everything. It isn't fair."

"Fair doesn't matter, ma'am, you earned the money, you bought things with it, you did all these nice things and then you didn't pay taxes. It's people like you," he said, pointing at each of us, "who make me sick."

The room quieted, it was an eerie kind of quiet as I stared at Tiffany, she tearily at the floor, and the taxman at us.

After a while I attempted to reamister with Mr. Johnmister. "Look, we are short of cash right now, but if there is a payment plan of some type we will do our best to make good on this," I innocently said. "My company stock is bound to rebound, and we'll be able to work it out over time. We've learned our lesmister."

"That's all well and good, but since this is a willful *** I believe the federal attorney will be involved," lamented Mr. Johnmister. "We audit people like you all the time, and your behavior has serious consequences.

"Federal attorney? But why?" I asked in amazement.

"He's the permister will decide on prosecution," replied the IRS man, matter-of-factly. "You are looking at a minimum of a year, maybe as much as two, in federal primister for this little bit of tax evasion. I hope it was worth it."

Tiffany started bawling her eyes out, and I felt a bit of a tear coming on myself. We were doomed, set to lose everything we had and had worked so hard for, and then spend time apart in primister as well.

Mr. Johnmister stood, shook his head, and left the office as we squirmed and cried and hugged each other. We attempted to talk, but words couldn't be found. When he returned, he said the prosecutor was still uptown and wouldn't return for about two hours. The room was silent as he glared at the two of us.

A few minutes passed before he said: "Well, I guess we could negotiate this little problem. Maybe reduce the debt to society with a little give and take."

The way he suggestively said those words didn't at once ring a bell, but when I looked at him staring at Tiffany I quickly got the idea of what he wanted given and what he wanted to take. I grimaced as he never moved his eyes away from Tiffany's young body.

I have to tell you that Tiffany has never been with another man besides me. Oh, she was a handjob terror in high school, so she tells it, but she never had any other kind of sex with anyone in her 29 years. She was a virgin on our wedding night, and while not a pin-up beauty she was very attractive. Her pouting lips seemed to draw men's attention, and her cute little ass constantly drew stares.

But this was serious business, and our negotiating posture was clearly bad.

Tiffany looked at me with quizzical eyes. "Honey, what's he saying? What can we do, pay in installments?"

Mr. Johnmister laughed at her gullible remark, shaking his head once more.

I couldn't get the words out of my mouth to explain what he meant, though.

Mr. Johnmister could. "We all have needs, young lady, and from the looks of it you two don't have much to negotiate with. I think if I were to receive, say, a little more understanding of how remorseful you felt about the matter, I might take things up with my superiors. We could see what we can do about at least getting the willful part of this problem taken care of, which would of course eliminate the need for the prosecutor."

Her quizzical look turned into shock as a light went off in her brain. "You mean, I would have to ...."

Mr. Johnmister tugged at his pants, looking down at the beginning of a bulge. "Well..."

I looked at her and said she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to do. She sat, her pleated dark skirt riding up her legs, crying, thinking, and a jumble of emotions.

Mr. IRS again stood and walked to the door. "Why don't you two talk it over while I get something to take. I will be right back. Oh, and it won't be long before the prosecutor will be on his way here."

Tiffany looked daggers at me. "You can't possibly think I would put out for him, can you?"

"Of course not, Tiff, but we are in a whale of trouble. They have us over the barrel. Heck, we might lose everything and rot our asses off in jail too. Honey, treat him right and we can get out of here with something. I know it is a lot to ask, but it wouldn't be like cheating, cause I will be here. And I love you. Now and after. Just think about it."

I have to admit I never thought she'd go along, but the thought of losing our house, our savings, our car, and spending time in jail did not agree with her. When Mr. Johnmister returned and asked, "Well..?"

Tiffany slowly made her reply.

She turned, gazing at me, disgust in her eyes, then turned back to look at Mr. Johnmister. She quietly said she was willing to negotiate. There was a quiet hush in the office as she stood and walked over the desk. She looked once again at me, told me to lock the door, and then dropped to her knees.

Slowly, she lowered Mr. Johnmister's zipper, reached through the opening of his boxers, pulling out a semi-hard cock.

I looked on, spellbound, as she looked at his expanding dick. Tiffany hardly ever blew me, heck our sex was usually on Saturday and maybe once on a weeknight, and normally involved me getting on top of her in the missionary position. Now she looked like a porno star as she started licking his hardening cock from top to bottom.

She sucked the tip, slipped her tongue down near his balls, then moved her mouth up and took his dick in her wet, hot mouth. After holding it inside for several seconds, she began to suck him like a professional hooker.

"Oh yes," he sighed, his cock hardening right before my eyes, making Tiffany's cheek bulge out. "Yes, suck it you whore!"

After a bit of sucking he pulled out his dick and began rubbing it back and forth on her face, looking at me all the while, as a smile grew on his face. "She's a natural cocksucker, man."

Tiffany sucked his cock for what seemed like hours, but lasted only 15 minutes. He delighted at her lack of comfort, he deliberately thrust deep to nearly gag her. It wasn't a pretty sight, but luckily it did come to an end. He grabbed the back of her head, gave a final push, and spurted his creamy cumsauce hard into her mouth. He kept his dick securely in her mouth, and I saw the throat muscles swallowing it down her throat. Along the way he kept fucking her face while his dick softened, and all I could do was hate him more and more.

"Hey slut, not a bad job," he spat at my wife, who quickly slapped his face.

"Well, well, well, a frisky one," he laughed, holding Tiffany's shoulders as she tried to get up off her knees. "Whoa, wait a minute, honey. Just calm down a bit. You still have some work to do?

She gave him an incredulous look. "What do you mean? You said that if I blew you you'd help us."

"That's not exactly correct, my dear," said Mr. Johnmister. "I said we could negotiate. Now that was a good faith effort, but we are talking a major problem here. And that little performance was just the beginning of our negotiation. Now, clean my cock off, make it squeaky clean."

Tiffany resigned herself to a long afternoon. She stared at me, then told me she hated me, and began to say something else when there was a knock at the door. Mr. Johnmister zipped up, then unlocked the door, letting in a younger man. "Hi Johnny," the newcomer said. "I see from the looks of things the Benedict's have decided to negotiate."

"That they have, Billy, that they have," said Mr. Johnmister with a smile.

The man called Billy smiled back, and said he was in a hurry and wanted to get started. Tiffany turned a little on her knees toward him, but he held up his hands. "Whoa, Miss, what are you doing?"

"Just what I did to Mr. Johnmister," she replied, licking a bit of leftover sperm from her lips.

"And what was that?" said Billy.

"I gave him a blow job," she said.

"And a good one at that," added Johnmister.

"Well, a blow job sounds really great right now, it really does. I love hot lips around my cock," said the blond-haired man named Billy. "And that's just what I think I need right now."

With that he turned toward me, unzipped his pants and began reaching into his underwear. "Down on your knees, buddy," he said to me.

The gasp that came out of my throat had to have been heard several floors below. My head snapped back as my eyes bugged out, yet words couldn't escape my lips. Women give blowjobs, not men, and surely not me.

Tiffany broke the tension when she suddenly smiled and said to me, "We are in a whale of trouble. We might lose everything. Treat him right and we can get out of here with something. I know it is a lot to ask, but it wouldn't be like cheating, cause I will be here." The words spat out of her mouth at me, the same basic words I had said to her less than a half-hour before.

I knelt in front of Billy, his cock already hard, and asked what to do.

"Suck my dick, bitch," he said, waving his meaty wand at my shocked face. "Get going already, I don't have all day. I have work to do."

I know I turned beet red, I know there was a smirk on Tiffany's face, and I knew I had no choice in the matter. I knelt, looked up at Billy, and then down at his dick. It appeared huge pulsating in front of my eyes. I reached out to grasp his dick but he pulled back.

"No hands," he simply said.

I groaned at first, but pushed forward on my knees and opened my mouth, extended my tongue, and began licking the monster dick in front of me. It was a big one, it had to be at least nine inches, and he took pleasure at smacking it against my face. Humiliated, I still attempted to lick it as best as I could, and ultimately ovaled my lips around it.

I began sucking cock, deliberately at first, getting into the slow rhythm. Somehow it seemed like the monster kept growing, and while it might have been just my imagination, it did fill my mouth. I gasp for air until I found that my nose was the best place to oxygen while my mouth was full of cockmeat. It was not a loving effort on my part, and clearly not on his as he made no effort to make my first cocksucking experience at least bearable. It was as though he was trying to hurt me, but I took whatever he gave, thinking that a blow job, as distasteful as it was, couldn't anywhere near as bad being behind bars.

It was humiliating, degrading and downright nasty sucking his cock, so when he pulled the dick out of my mouth and told me to lick the tip again I did just what I was told without any hesitation. I greedily slurped up all the pre-cum that was gradually sliding out of the cockhole in an effort to speed up his impending climax.

Eventually I reached around and grabbed his ass with both hands, hoping to control his nasty thrusts, but he countered by holding my head against his expanding dick. All of a sudden he groaned and his cock nearly broke my jaw as it exploded into my wet but *** willing mouth. I nearly fetishd as his slimy, sticky sauce as he continued to thrust his cock into my reddened mouth of a cockpit.

His movements slowed as he continued to rock into my mouth, spewing forth more disgusting cum which made its way slowly down my throat. When no more was to be had, he pulled his dick out of my mouth.

"Not bad," he said, zipping up and leaving the room, as Tiffany attentively watched his departure, relieved she did not have to perform.

Mr. Johnmister quickly grabbed our attention when he said how pleased he was that we were being cooperative. "This really helps your predicament," he commented. We nodded our heads in unimister, wondering if our ordeal was over.

There was quiet in the room as we all digested the situation, but the still was broken when a newcomer entered. She was a big woman, as in heavy. Nearly disgusting actually, with huge hanging breasts and a wide ass to boot. "Hello, Greta," Mr. Johnmister said, quickly introducing the woman as a clerk with a need.

My initial thought was to stay on my knees and perform some mouth magic on her, and that thought quickly became reality as she hunkered down on the edge of the desk in front of me, lifted her skirt, and told me to take down her massive panties and pantyhose. Before me was a pussy that hadn't been bathed in a week, or so it seemed. The hairiest pussy I had ever seen, yet like a lemming I tilted my head forward and began licking.