My name is Linda Prince. At the time of writing I am forty one years of age but the events I shall relate to you began their course six years ago. I am, or was, the wife of Jeff Prince, CEO of a government department and, as I was to discover, philanderer extraordinary.
I have a daughter, Lisa, who was aged fourteen when the events began. After her birth Jeff announced that we didn”t need “any more bloody kids”, and marched off to join the vasectomy brigade without any discussion between us. I thought it really was so we didn”t have any more kids, but really it was to assist with his extramarital love life as I later discovered.
At the point where my story begins I had recently learned of Jeff”s sexual activities, and this started the trail that led to us being two people leading separate lives but living in the same house.
I had worked in the same government department as Jeff when he was, as people said, “An up and coming young chap.” I was what they called “The Com Girl.” That meant that I worked in a room on my own filled with electronic gadgetry such as computers, fax machines and other equipment that the rest of the department didn”t know how to use in those days.
I don”t wish to sound big-headed, but a lot of the young and not so young men in the department seemed to find reasons for visiting the Com.Dept., and quite a few surreptitious gropings took place, and were repelled by me. I had a particular goal in mind, namely, Jeff.
We both found reasons for working late one night and he took my virginity on the Com.Dept. floor. It was a rather bloody event and we had a hell of a job to clean the carpet. It may have been that time, or one of the following occasions in the back of his car, when I got pregnant.
Jeff could not leave me alone at that time, and I admit I wanted him pretty badly, so the pregnancy led to marriage.
I continued working to within a month of giving birth, and from then until the proper start of my story I was a stay at home mother.
It was at the point when I learned of Jeff”s “bits on the side,” and the growing aggression of my teenage daughter, that I took up another job. It was nothing spectacular, just a three day a week part time job receiving classified ads for our city newspaper. It was not for the money I went back to work, Jeff was at least generous in that respect, but to get out of an environment in which I found no great satisfaction.
We have a path that runs beside the river that flows from the hills, through our city and its suburbs, to empty itself eventually into the sea. It was my custom to walk my dog Arnold along part of the path every morning, starting about seven o”clock. It is here that you meet with many other people jogging, pounding along in a bath of sweat and deodorant and, others strolling or walking their dogs.
It is the dog walkers, more leisurely in their strolls that stop and talk, comparing breeds, commenting about the weather, and so on. Over time the conversation can become more personal when family news and such like, are exchanged.
One couple I got to know quite well were Ken and his wife Delia. They were in their late sixties when I first got to know them, and it was Ken whom I saw most of. This was because we were amongst the most ardent dog walkers, and when everyone else seemed to have taken cover, because the temperature had risen to around forty degrees Celsius, or it was pouring with rain, we would still be out there.
These two had experienced the tragic death from cancer of their daughter. She had left behind a son, twelve years of age at the time of her death. The boy was in the care of the man she had married eighteen months prior to her death, and now lived about sixty kilometres from the city in a small country town.
Ken and Delia were both troubled by the way the boy was being treated, but as they pointed out, they felt that at their age they could not cope with a teenager, and in any case the stepfather had full legal rights in the matter.
The grandson, Stephen, came to spend a weekend with Ken and Delia once a month to keep him in touch with the rest of the family. This was how I came to meet him. He was fourteen at that time.
I saw Ken coming along the path with his beloved Dalmatian. Ken is tall, well over six feet, and walking with him was a boy who promised to match Ken”s height in later years. Coming up to them Ken introduced the boy as his grandson Stephen. We said hello and shook hands.
A brief conversation followed during which Stephen and I surreptitiously looked each other over as newly introduced people do, not wanting to appear as if they are weighing each other up.
Not until some years later did I discover what Stephen had seen when he looked at me, but I do recall something of what I saw as I examined Stephen. He had clearly inherited some of his grandfather”s features, especially the soft brown eyes and the not especially large mouth that had well moulded lips turning up at the corners and always seem ready to smile.
I had seen photographs of the dead mother, and she had been very beautiful indeed, and Stephen seemed to have some of her characteristics including the well shaped nose and golden-brown hair. I also noted that he was not suffering from that teenage plague, the pimple.
The boy, like many teenagers of his age, tended to be rather lanky, but unlike many of them he moved with a sort of flexible grace and stood very upright. I could see he had the making of very handsome man.
He said very little during our conversation, but I could almost feel his eyes on me when he thought I was not looking in his direction. It came across as a very intense examination of my person.
I felt a mixture of amusement and embarrassment at this inspection and if I looked directly at Stephen, his eyes would turn away from me. It was only after we had parted and I was on my way home that I considered his interest more carefully.
My thought was, that many boys like him, in the early stages of puberty, are trying to fathom the female psyche. Often their mothers are the model for them, but Stephen had no mother. Perhaps he was assessing me as a potential model, or perhaps even at fourteen his interest was earthier. I smiled inwardly and let the matter drop from my mind.
Two days later I met with Ken again on my walk. His first words were: You made a big impression the other day, Linda. As soon as we left you Stephen said, “She”s a beautiful lady, grandpa.”
I laughed and made the rather limp response, “That”s very flattering, especially coming from a boy more than half my age. I must say though, he has all the making of a very nice looking man. The girls will be after him.”
“I don”t know, Linda. He doesn”t seem to be very apt socially; he doesn”t make friends easily. One of the problems is, he”s very intelligent and the other kids at school call him a “swot,” and tend to avoid him. His stepfather keeps a tight rein on him, and he has little opportunity for socialising outside school. Delia and I are fairly concerned about him.”
“It”s a difficult time for kids his age,” I commented, trying to be sympathetic.
“Yes, Delia and I have him down here as often as we can, you know, the odd weekends and during the school holidays, but there”s no one around here he can relate to, except a couple of oldies like Delia and me.”
He gave a rueful smile and said he had to be going.
Weeks and months went by and I saw Stephen along the path walking with Ken or Delia, and sometimes walking the dog by himself. When we spotted each other we always stopped for a talk. I would ask the usual boring adult type questions about school, friends, hobbies and so forth. Stephen would respond by asking me about my family and work. I avoided family matters as much as possible not wishing to reveal the wretched state of the home front.
Always as we talked Stephen would look at me intently like a hungry puppy wanting to be fed. I continued to tell myself that he was looking for a mother substitute in an older woman.
At times our conversations would go on for quite a while, especially if it was one of my non-working days, and we would sit on a bench by a bend in the river, sometimes talking and at other times in companionable silence. During school holidays I saw much more of him when he spent a week or more with his grandparents.
I found myself taking an increasing interest in Stephen, and watched as over time he reached the six feet tall mark when he was sixteen and also the way he filled out. The rather gangly youth had started to disappear and the attractive man he would become began to emerge.
It was towards the end of the year in which both my daughter and Stephen were sixteen that crisis erupted in our household. Jeff and I were now leading almost totally separate lives, except he still expected me to wash and cook for him, and take care of the house.
Our house, in keeping with what Jeff saw as his CEO image, was about twice as big as we needed, with swimming pool, tennis court (mainly unused) and a triple garage. If the house was already far too big for us, it was to become even more so in the sense that Lisa left.
It started with Lisa being brought home by the police having been caught shop stealing. They decided not to charge her, but she had to submit to a lecture by a police sergeant. I accompanied her to this lecture and the sergeant sternly, but not unkindly, outlined what she could expect if she were caught again in a criminal act. At the end he asked, “Have you understood me, Lisa?”
Lisa had remained silent throughout the talk with her head hung down. To the sergeant”s question she responded meekly, “Yes.” I found this troubling because Lisa was anything but meek normally.
From the time she was fourteen Lisa had become increasingly irascible and abusive, and the deceitfulness of her meekness in the presence of the sergeant was revealed as soon as we got outside.
“Fucking arsehole,” she exploded, “I fooled him. Who does he fucking think he is, lecturing me!”
I decided not to risk a scene out in the street, so I waited until I got home before saying anything.
“Lisa, the sergeant was trying to…”
“Don”t you fucking start! What do you know anyway? You live your dreary life and want me to be dreary along with you. Well I”m going to live. I”m not saddling myself with some girl fucking shit like dad.”
I was shocked at these words, not because of the foul language so much as the revelation that she knew about her father”s behaviour with other women. I had done my best to keep it from her, but someone must have told her.
Lisa went to her bedroom and I didn”t see her for the rest of the day. At some time she went out and stayed out until the early hours of the morning. Next day I had to go to work so I still saw nothing of her.
When I got home from work there was a note on the kitchen table: “Gone to live with Gig. Don”t bother to try and get me back because I”ve looked up the law and it says at sixteen you can”t make me come back.”
I was aware of Gig”s existence, a tattooed, pot smoking, and pill popping boy of about twenty years of age. He lived on the dole in a single room, and my efforts to get Lisa to drop him had only entrenched her determination to hang on to Gig.
On enquiry I found that Lisa was right. In our State a sixteen year old could not be compelled to return home. Oddly, the social worker whom I spoke to seemed to be very supportive of Lisa leaving home. Without actually putting it into direct words she implied that Lisa must have left home either because her father had raped her, I was an impossible mother, or both.
Jeff, who had never intended that I should get pregnant in the first place, took the situation with what he called a “philosophic outlook,” and advised me to do the same. I gathered he meant that he was not sorry to see the back of Lisa and had no intention of trying to persuade her to come home.
My own attempt to get her home was to say the least, a miserable failure. I knew where Gig lived and I went to the house which contained the one room he rented. I knocked on the door and it was answered by Gig, stripped to the waist and stinking with a combination of sweat and foul breath. Added to his odorous person there wafted out through the door a combination of pot and the fishy smell of much sex and little washing.
Gig called back into the room, “Yer ma”s here.”
Lisa came and looked over his shoulder. Her complexion was a sort of dirty white and there were sores at the corners of her mouth. She had changed dramatically in appearance over a very short time, but one thing had not changed, her vitriolic tongue.
“Fuck off bitch. I know what you want and I”m not coming home, so piss off.”
The door was slammed in my face.
I leaned against the stained and damp wall opposite the door, tears starting, beaten.
I had no one to talk to. Both parents dead, no brothers or sisters, and a husband who couldn”t be bothered. I don”t think I had ever felt so alone and wretched in my life.
I left the place and in the following days tormented myself wondering where I had gone wrong with Lisa. How did she turn from being a sweet and much loved little girl, into a foul mouthed harridan?
Jeff had left most of Lisa”s upbringing to me, so, I told myself, “It must be your fault, Linda. It was you who went wrong.”
Sleepless nights followed as I wrestled with my feelings of guilt, but I could never come up with any solid conclusion as to where I had gone wrong.
There were two things that saved me from complete despair. One was my work. This at least forced me to concentrate on something other than my woes for a while. The other was Stephen.
He was nearly seventeen by then, and I met him on the path as like an automaton I still walked Arnold every morning. Now an aging dog, he ambled along at a snail”s pace, so I could not even lose myself in a brisk walk.
Stephen almost immediately detect something was wrong with me.
“What”s the trouble, Linda, you look thoroughly depressed.”
Had it been Ken or Delia I had met I might have poured my troubles out to them as they were both good listeners. Meeting Stephen I at first felt no inclination to tell him my troubles. It was Stephen”s initiative that changed that.
We were near the seat where we had often sat before, and he took my hand and said, “Come and sit down, Linda, you look exhausted.”
He led me unresisting to the seat, and still holding my hand he asked, “What”s wrong.”
As I have written, I had noticed the physical changes in him over the two, nearly three, years that I had known him. What penetrated through my fog of misery at that moment was the change in his voice. From the piping notes of my first hearing him, he now had a deeper, mature and even mellow voice. Strange as it may seem I think it was his voice and the look of concern that made me open up to him.
For the first time I let it all pour out and as I did the tears came. He put his arm round me and I leaned against him. Passing people must have thought it odd, a teenage boy giving solace to a woman of thirty eight. One passing female walker stopped and through my sobs I heard her ask, “Is there anything I can do to help?” I”m not sure what Stephen replied, but she moved on.
When I finally stopped my outpourings and my sobs subsided, we sat, he with his arm still round me and I continuing to lean against him, in silence for a long time.
In opening up to him, I had expressed my feelings of guilt, condemning myself as an inadequate mother. When he spoke, Stephen took up that theme.
“You know,” he began, “It”s no use going over the past like that. You can”t change it and in any case, Lisa”s behaviour doesn”t mean that you were a bad mother. There are lots of things – I know kids at school that come from terrific homes. They”ve got the sort of parents I”d like to have, but they still go wrong, still get into messes. We”ve had girls at our school who have run away from home, and I used to wonder why.”
He paused for a moment and I felt his arm give me a squeeze, then he went on, “There are lots of things that cause kids to get into trouble, not just home things. I mean, look at the images presented on the media; all the “beautiful people,” you know, “if you buy this, you”ll look like that. And the kids see these things and haven”t got the money to buy whatever it is, so they think they can get it by stealing.”
“Then there are the kids who think it”s smart to take drugs. The adults can warn them but that”s the “oldies” talking, and “what do they know?” For a lot of the kids it”s as if there”s a big wonderful world out there, and they”ve only got to make the break, and they can step into that world.”
“Don”t blame yourself Linda, there”s so many temptations hung up in front of us kids, and a lot fall for it.”
I was amazed at his understanding and the comfort he had offered me. How was it that a young man like Stephen could give me what my husband couldn”t or wouldn”t?
I thanked Stephen rather awkwardly for listening to me and he said very seriously, “Any time, Linda.”
I looked up at his face and wondered, did I see love in his eyes?
I fled from that thought. Warm though my feelings were for Stephen, I needed no further complications in my life, whatever form they might take.
I kissed him on the cheek and thanked him again, and said “I must be going.”
I had no need to leave him at that moment, but despite my gratitude for his comfort, I felt a sense of danger. Something I did not want to name or acknowledge had stirred in me as I felt his arm round me. By departing when I did I was fleeing from a threat.
Having fled from him, with all the contrariness of a human being, I looked out for Stephen in the days that followed. He did not appear along the path but I met Delia and casually asked how Stephen was.
“Oh, he”s gone back home, won”t be down here again for another three weeks.”
I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. As I walked home I questioned myself why I felt like that. Was it such a disappointment not to be able to see Stephen for three weeks? I might not see him even then if our walking times did not coincide.
I cannot exactly say I was in a fever of anticipation for Stephen”s next visit to his grandparents, but my thoughts constantly returned to him and on the weekend his visit was due, I spent extra time along the path, hoping to meet him.
He usually arrived late on a Friday afternoon, and might walk the dog on Saturday morning. Of course, he might be with Ken or Delia and that might constrain our conversation, but just to see him….
I had just about given up and was about to go home when I saw him. I think he spotted me first because he was waving and coming at a half trot towards me. As he drew near I felt my heart beating against my rib cage and I was having difficulty breathing evenly as if I had just been running hard.
Coming up to me he asked, “How have things been going, Linda? I”ve been thinking about you often.”
“No too bad I gasped,” my heart pounding even harder.
“Let”s sit down and talk he said,” and taking my hand he led me to a bench.
Once seated, he did not relinquish my hand, and I had no desire to free myself from his touch. I who, as an adult should have been the stronger, was seeking support from him. I wanted his arm round me again, but could think of no way I could gain that end without seeming brazen.
“Has anything changed?” he asked.
I took this to refer to Lisa, and since I had not heard from or seen her, I could truthfully say that nothing had changed. If, on the other hand, he meant had anything changed in me, then I could with equal honesty say that it had. I played safe and took him to be referring to Lisa.
“No, nothing”s changed Stephen. I haven”t heard a word from her. I”ve been wondering about making another attempt to talk to her.”
“Working hard?” she asked.
She smelled nice; some new sexy perfume. He wondered who had bought it for her.
“Yes.. Since I had to wait anyway, better to make good use of the time..”.
“I am glad that you waited” she spoke, “I wanted to have you for myself for a little while. I am really sorry about last Saturday, it really was a disaster, wasn”t it?”
He simply nodded in response.
“Good for me, in a way, but, alas, not for you this time”.
“No” she eagerly acknowledged, “no, not for me.. I had hoped we could compensate for this failure…”. ”
What? Here in the office?
Are you out of your mind?”
“Come on, don”t exaggerate, in a while there”ll be no one in this place and we have the office to ourselves” she said with a mischievous grin. “Look, we”ll just go into my boss his office, close the door and nobody will disturb us..”.
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely positive.. Trust me on that one!”.
He just wondered whether he would be able to perform, knowing that probably any time any one could enter the office.
He had little time to contemplate or to consider her offer. She grabbed his hand and almost dragged him away from the computer.
“Don”t be such a drag… Don”t be so chicken shit scared” she said, ” it”ll be fun. Maybe the scare of being found out will make it even better”.
They entered the office of her boss that was next to the place where she was always working. She closed the door behind them and swiftly locked all doors, which gave access to the office.
She wrapped her arms around him, pulled him closer and kissed him hard on the mouth. She opened her lips and pressed her tongue against his. The tops of their tongues played with one another; he felt electrical sparkles go through his body, from his head downwards to his loins. And up again. He pulled her waist against his and pressed his hips against hers. Fully dressed they rubbed against each other; a sort of dry fucking. While they continued their passionate kissing, he lifted her skirt and with both hands caressed and massaged her bottom. It felt warm and soft.
“That”s my boy” she whispered in his ear, “here and now.. that”s what I want”.
She pulled free from his embrace, lifted her skirt and took off her panties.
“Look, I am already all wet, waiting for you” she said.
She unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper of his fly and almost tore down his pants and underwear, freeing his erect penis.
“See, you are not that afraid any longer, are you?”
“No, it”s ok, I think. I will just have to try and avoid any distraction…”.
She sat on the desk of her boss and spread her legs. “Let”s try it this way” she said, “let”s see if you can enter and …”
He approached her, his erection almost pointing at the ceiling, holding his dick in his hand. “Just spread your lips…You”re wet enough anyway it seems”.
He pressed his cock against her vagina; it entered rapidly, encountering no resistance.
“See, I am all ready for you.. All ready…” she spoke softly in his ear.
She wrapped her legs around him; he lifted her slightly from the desk and entered her with force. She was breathless for a second but than simply smiled.
Performing on the desk like that was not a great success. It rocked dangerously and he almost hit his balls one time against some pencil sharpener.
“It”s too difficult!” he exclaimed after a while. “Let”s try another position.. Stand over the desk with your but to me.. Isn”t that called doggy style?”
She unwrapped her legs, stood and bent over the desk as told, her ass pointing upwards. His dick was dripping with her juices and a considerable amount of pre cum. Secretly he wondered what they would do about the stains they caused by their lovemaking. The carpet was an ugly green, but spic and span..
They rocked in unison, increasing speed while their lust augmented. When almost slamming his tool inside her, he closed her mouth with one hand in order to prevent her from screaming.
The sloppy noises that they were making during their copulation were considerable enough and he was really afraid that someone would come and look for them if, in addition, she would shriek that she was climaxing. With the other hand he slid into her blouse and played, a bit too roughly, with her tits. Looking through the window he saw the empty car park. A lonely guard wandering around, smoking a cigarette.
Her moaning increased. She licked the fingers of the hand with which he covered her mouth.
“Yes!” she hissed, “yes, that feels so good… I can feel you.. God! Don”t stop.. Please don”t stop…”.
He leaned back a bit to have a look at her virgin ass. Saw his dick implanted in her cunt which was still bald and beautiful. He removed his hand from her blouse, spit on his index finger and slowly massaged her little butthole.
Almost reluctantly her ass seemed to open, allowing him to enter her from behind. She whined a little through his fingers while he pressed his finger inside. Moving his hips and finger simultaneously he now attacked her from two sides.
Her pleasure seemed to increase as the sounds she produced started to become uncontrollably noisy. Lying with her face on the desk, she was able to play with his heavy balls with one hand, while the other was rubbing frantically against her clitoris. The heaviness of the breathing increased and almost in unison they seemed to come.
She slowed down the rubbing of her clit, finally ceasing altogether. She pushed herself up on the desk, forcing him to remove his penis and finger. His dick came out with a plop – and with a flood of semen that trickled from her thigh on the bright green carpet. She turned around and looked down.
“Let me clean that” she said and sat on her knees.
He expected that she was talking about cleaning the carpet. But instead, surprisingly, she took his entire cock into her mouth.
“I thought you meant something else” he mumbled. He stared at her face, red with excitement, one cheek bulging dangerously. With her tongue she slowly cleaned the top of his penis. Smiled.
“That was good, really good..” she finally spoke, “I needed that…”.
He laughed shyly – pulled up his cloth and got dressed again. She grabbed her pants and used them to quickly clean the carpet.
“So, no one will ever know what happened here” she said, “that”s between me and you and the four walls”.
“Don”t forget the carpet” he responded wittedly. She giggled and pushed him softly out of the office.
“Go home.. Tomorrow is another day. Shall we have lunch together?”
Part 7
“You like strawberries? Whipped cream?” he asked, sitting on the edge of his bed.
“Do I remind you that much of Wimbledon” she responded laughing.
She was sitting next to him; stark naked and somewhat reddish after their initial lovemaking.
“Not particularly.. Apart from the fact that you have some English origins.. But I thought, well, springtime, fresh strawberries.. And I adore strawberries… Why not have strawberries and whipped cream instead of the notorious lunch of sandwiches, yoghurt and cum..”
She laughed and grabbed his penis and toyed with it playfully.
“What”s wrong with cum?”
“Boring, maybe.. And with cream and strawberries I thought we would have a suitable alternative!”
She nodded approvingly. “Ok. Fine with me. Let”s get them..”.
“No, you stay here, I”ll get it. They are still in the fridge.. By the way, I do hope you do not mind that it is cream from a can – do you?”
“Fine with me.. As long as you hurry up and get me something to eat”.
He left the bedroom, wandered through the corridor and entered his tiny, messy kitchen. He got the fruits and the tin of cream from the fridge, washed the berries and rushed back to the bedroom. She was laying on the bed, fully stretched, her arms folded under her head, her firm breasts pointing to the ceiling. Her legs folded decently, keeping her bald vagina out of his view. Sometimes she could be such a prude.
“Are you asleep?”
“Are you joking? Knowing that you would come back, with strawberries and cream, and your wonderful dick.. Who in his or her right mind would fall asleep?” She cupped his balls in her hand and blew a kiss on the tip of his semi-erect penis. “Come here and sit next to me! Pass me that bowl of strawberries please, I am starving..”
They ate the red fruits in silence. Sprayed a few of them with the cold white cream from the can. Fruit juices trickled down their chins, hands, and bodies. He grabbed a big strawberry and squeezed it on top of her belly. A small pool of juice appeared in her navel. Carefully, he licked her clean.
“That tasted particularly nice” he exclaimed. “It tasted of strawberry and you…, I don”t know how to explain.. A peculiar taste, but still…”. He took the can and sprayed some of the cream on the spot he had just cleaned so meticulously. She shivered. “Madonna, it is cold.. Really cold…”. “I can see that” he said, pointing at her breasts. “Look your nipples are all hard and I did not even touch them!”
She looked down at her own body and smiled sensuously. She pinched a nipple between her fingers leaving behind red stains.
“If you lick it clean.. it may even get harder”.
Your wish is my command, he thought, bent over and started sucking on her breast.
“Now the other one please” she pleaded. Before moving to the other breast he took another berry and rubbed it softly on her breasts.
“You know, they even sell condoms which taste like fruit. I know that they have them with banana.. that”s for sure.. Maybe liquorice as well”.
“O shut up.. “.
While tasting the strawberry juices that covered one of her breasts he took the can of cream and sprayed the other breast with it.
“Jezus, it”s cold” she mumbled, “cold but nice”. With a finger she took some of the cream and ate it. “Come here, lover, and I will give you a creamed kiss” she said, her mouth full of cream. They kissed; tentatively at first, more passionate soon after, tasting the cream.
“It”s low calorie.. The cream I mean” he said, breathing hard.
“Whatever, as long as it tastes good.. Hold on, now it is your turn..”. She grabbed the can and sprayed some cream on his nipples. Almost hungrily she started licked the white liquid from his chest. He felt her tongue touch his nipples, which became hard and erect.
“See, it has the same effect on me” he said, “my nipples, I mean”.
She stopped and looked admiringly at the result of her work. “Good” she said, “now more and somewhere else…”.
Suddenly he felt a cold sensation in his loins. Looking at where his dick and balls had been he now saw a small hill of cream.
“Hold this one” she said and handed him the can.
He felt her warm mouth now against his thigh, sensed her tongue on his skin, leaving a trace of red juice and cream. He face went higher and slowly the amount of cream that covered him disappeared. Licking frantically, she cleaned his balls, than his dick - which stood at full attention quite rapidly.
“It does taste wonderful, doesn”t it?” she asked.
He merely nodded in silence.
When she was finished he told her to lie on her back.
“Spread your legs pleas, as wide as you can” he asked her.
Obeying, she did as she was asked. He put his face to her cunt, which seemed to need no further lubrification.
“Watch out – here it comes” he warned her and sprayed her entire vagina with the cold cream. He than took one strawberry which he put on top of her vulva, another one he placed in front of her cunt and pushed it slightly inside.
With long, strong strokes of his tongue he cleaned the cream; took the strawberries in his mouth and ate them.
“Quite a special taste.. This one at least. It tastes of, well strawberry, but also you.. To be rude, it tastes of strawberry and cunt.. Haute cuisine, they would call this in France”.
“Silly… I must admit it feels somewhat funny to have all this cream down there and to feel you eat strawberry from my cunt” she said, “funny but nice.. Please take another one. But now without cream…”.
He took another fruit and put it inside her, than another, and again, another..
“I”ll have to take them out with my fingers you know.. Otherwise I cannot get there”.
“Than just do it.. Don”t be shy, you have seen it all before”.
She turned around and allowed him to spray her ass with the cream. He spread her buttocks and emptied the can on his behind, covering her asshole completely. For decoration purposes he planted some of the remaining strawberries on top. “it looks like a cake” he said.
“What a pitty that I cannot see it”.
“Hold on” he responded, giving in to her complaints, “I will get you a mirror so that you can see for yourself.”
He stood up and went to the bathroom, got himself a small shaving mirror from his travelling kit and handed it to her.
“Here, there you go, if you keep it at a good angle you can see it all”.
She took the mirror and manoeuvred it in such a way that she could see her own behind.
“You are right, it looks like a cake”.
He ate away the strawberries and part of the cream.
“You know, I would really like to fuck you like this, covered in cream and all that, do you mind?”
Always a gentleman, he did not wait for an answer. Instead, he took his hard cock in his hand and using it as a stick in front of him searched for the opening of her vagina. When he entered her, she quickly closed her legs, increasing the pressure inside her cunt. With rapid movements of his hips he fucked her. The cream spread thinly on her behind and got stuck in his public hair.
“I can see what you are doing.. Not only feel it, but also see it.. This mirror, great..” she said. He saw her face in the small shaving mirror. She made a funny face at him.
“I can see how your big dick enters my cunt.. It is really very sexy.. Gosh, I wish I could take a picture of you and me like this, fucking, covered in strawberries, juice and cream”.
“And what would you do with that picture? Show it to your husband”.
She hit him hard in the face, almost breaking the mirror that dropped on the floor. “Stop talking this nonsense.. When I am here with you I do not want to hear a word about my husband.. Understood?”
He apologised in response. “It won”t happen again” he spoke softly.
Their lovemaking seemed to last longer than usual. The excitement of sharing fruit and cream, had increased his stamina. Or was it the smack in the face? His cheek was still burning.
She seemed to have forgotten the entire argument and seemed to cum several times, with increasing force and noise.
He was afraid that the neighbours would start asking questions. Finally, grunting, he came filling her vagina with his cum. He spread her cunt lips carefully and spooned out some of the cum, which he than spread over her buttocks.
“Good for the skin” he said, “you said so yourself..”.
Part 8
His car was bigger than hers. That was one of the main reasons for them to use his car more frequently during their lunch hours. It frequently implied that he had to wash his car more often than normal as tires and doors always ended up full of mud.
A la campagne, they went, generally speaking, searching for a secluded spot, somewhere on the fringes of the city, where countryside met with suburbia.
After a series of attempts, they had identified the ideal spot. Isolated and with very little traffic, mostly of people who were showing identical behaviour. There was some shade, provided by rather poor looking trees. Empty fields nearby, recently ploughed. The occasional bird; sometimes people crossing the fields, going god-knows-where, doing god-knows-what.
The backseat of the car was their most recent invention. He actually wondered why it had taken them that long as it certainly allowed them some more privacy; it was virtually impossible to see them when driving on the muddy track that passed their love nest.
It also permitted them to undress themselves completely and, somehow, lay down, even though it remained a narrow place and they had to open the window for him to be able to stick out his bony feet – especially when he felt crampy. They would push the front seats forward as much as possible, put the seats up and get cosy in the back. While undressing he noticed that she had started wearing a different type of underwear. Rather than the old-fashioned slips, which tended to be on the big side, she was wearing either tiny tangas, which barely covered her ass, or some tight fitting lace thing, cut high above the hips. Cheapish bras were replaced by soft, silky ones, which seemed to push up her tits a bit.
Anyway, she looked more desirable, and more sexy than before. Maybe even a bit more juvenile. He had, however, little time to applaud or admire her new lingerie: as soon as they were settled she undressed as if haunted by the devil, would either look expectantly at him, just cuddle up and stroke his hair, or would, slam-bam-thank-you-mam, get down to business straight away. Especially in the latter case, her cloths would be all over the vehicle.
This was one of the more passive days. She looked at him, laughing at how he tried to undo the laces of his shoes, get off his pants.
“You need a hand?” she giggled.
“No” he grumbled, panting as a consequence of the effort. He unbuttoned his blouse and took of his tie.
When he started folding his cloths, she just grabbed them and threw them on the driver”s seat.
“Stop that nonsense.. Just get them out of the way” she said.
He shrugged, put his hands in his lap, covering his soft penis. In silence he stared ahead of him.
“A penny for your thoughts” she said after a short while, impatient as ever.
“Well, actually I was thinking of what to do this time. Or, more precisely, how to do it” he responded pensively. “Try something new.. Whatever.. You ever tried 69?”
“Must have been ages ago..”
“And, liked it?”
“Frankly speaking, I do not recall.. Should I?”
“What? Recall, or liked it?”
She pinched him in the arm. “Ok. I get the message. Nine years older, becoming forgetful, is that what you think?”
In response, he took her breasts in his hands and started caressing them, focusing on her nipples which reacted immediately.
“Your nipples are really sensitive, no?” She nodded, looked him in the eye, bent over and kissed him softly on the mouth. “Yes” she whispered in his ear, “They are.. Especially when you touch me like that.. They get hard in no time”.
“Come here” he ordered after some time, “come and sit on top of me.. You take my dick.. and I will take care of your cunt”.
She climbed on top of him, spread her legs allowing him a perfect view of her female sex.
“Anyone ever tell you that you have a beautiful vagina… Excusez le mot… And that you smell great down there” he asked.
The fact that she did not answer his question was easily explained: she had difficulties in talking with her mouth full. She held his dick firmly between her lips and bobbed her head up and down. Licked the shaft. Played with the pre cum that quickly appeared on the top of his cock.
“Stop talking.. Kiss me..” she finally spoke, looking backwards, examining with a face wet of his semen how he was handling his responsibilities.
As far as he was concerned, he was doing fine. With his hands he opened up her vagina, pushing her lips away and had a go at her clitoris with his tongue. It reacted as usual. He licked his way all around, tasting her – really pleased that she had decided to shave herself. And to do it well.
His nose was almost buried in her behind. He grabbed her buttocks and spread them, giving him a good view at her pink asshole. Slowly he licked the spot in between her vagina and her butt, moving steadily towards the latter. He tickled her there with the tip of his tongue. Than pushed it inside of her. Keeping it as erect as possible he tongue fucked her, juices running down his chin.
He stopped for a while, lifted her slightly, and looked at how she was playing with his, now fully erect, penis.
Her hand had taken hold of his shaft and she was jerking him off slowly. Tiny quantities of precum appeared from his pisshole. She licked them away rapidly, as if she waiting for more to come. He felt her mouth move downwards to his balls. Softly she took one of testicles between her lips, than swallowed it almost entirely and started sucking.
It felt great, really great!
“Let”s change positions” she said after a while. “Let me get under and you on top. You wanted a change, no?”
He agreed and somehow they managed to manoeuvre in the narrow space of the car. He was on top, he legs almost covering her head. He continued his kissing of her vagina. Increasingly he used two fingers to play with her clitoris, than her ass, and finally, both simultaneously. He felt her lick the underside of his balls. Felt her tongue swirl, touch, felt her warm breath against his sensitive skin.
Suddenly he felt her mouth on his bottom; kissing it softly. She pushed down his head, exposing his behind even more. Rather astonished, he felt her tongue against his asshole.
A weird sensation went through him: she was doing exactly the same to him as he was doing to her. He wrapped her legs around his head and delved even deeper inside her cunt and ass. He looked up, out of the window, concentrating on the tantalising sensations he experienced.
He groaned. “Oh my god, that feels so nice.. Please don”t stop that..”
With one hand he took his dick and started jacking off, almost violently.
“Fuck.. I am cumming” he shouted as thick sprays of cum landed on her breasts, on her belly, her face, her hair.
He sat up, somewhat ashamed, pressing his ass even further into her face. “I don”t think, I have ever cum that strongly.. and that much” he said with a blush.
He put two fingers in her pussy, one in her ass and, almost instantaneously, brought her to a noisy climax.
A crow flew away. Shrieking loud..
Meanwhile his friend and colleague and lover tried to match his rhythm, throwing her hips forward, trying to receive him, trying to make him enter even deeper. She clawed at his shoulders, scratched his back, and pulled at his nipples. From the look on her face, reddish from all the effort, he knew that she was on the brink of coming.
He was mistaken there, as she came violently, much sooner than expected. He felt her cunt spasm, as if she was trying to squeeze the semen out him. No longer could he control himself and almost screaming he came, pulled out from the warm cunt in which he was embedded and sprayed his cum all over Gianna”s face, and hair, and neck.
When he looked down, he saw the neighbour covered in white. Drips of cum on her cheeks. Gianna smiled at him, scooped some of the cum with a finger into her mouth. He moved away and stared with square eyers at the woman on the floor.
“Come on” he said, “sit on the sofa. It”s a bit weird to have you lay on the ground like that. Come on, sit beside your neighbour”.
Gianna got up and sat down on the sofa, the cum was dripping from her face on her breasts.
“Come on, lick her” he suggested to the other woman.
May looked surprised, stared at Gianna, but than finally moved over and started kissing her, slowly licking away the cum from her neighbour”s face. She pressed her mouth on the other woman”s breast and sucked on the nipple, which was comparatively brownish. Gianna was soon moaning softly, wiggling her bottom on the sofa. Almost unnoticed, she started to play with her vagina, rubbing her clit with one hand. She used the other for pressing May neighbour to her breasts.
“She cannot be masturbating here, of all places, when we have set-up everything for her!” May claimed. “You really have to fuck her you know, there”s no way she could get away just like that, being a virgin so to speak!”
He agreed but had a slight problem in getting himself a hard one as fast as he seemed to be required. “You got to help me here” he grumbled.
“With pleasure!” was the joint response of the two women. They both got down from the sofa, and, simultaneously grabbed for his semi-erect penis. He smiled when both of them started to caress him, one sucking on it, the other softly biting his balls and tickling his asshole. His fantasy coming true! He was contemplating what kind of “tableau vivant” to think of next.
When finally fully erect he directed the women in such a way that they would lay properly on the sofa: May on her back, Gianna on top but with her tremendously sensual buttocks high in the air. May”s head would be close to Gianna”s vagina – some convincing arguments were indeed required – allowing her to eat Gianna, while he would be able to alternate between Gianna”s ass and vagina. Gianna would simply be eating May; she seemed to have little inhibitions in that respect.
Complicated, but it worked. Luckily he had stamina enough to perform, but barely so. When he finally felt he was coming for the second time that morning, he pulled out from Gianna”s ass, offered his dick to May who sucked him off as if there was no tomorrow.
He wondered how he ever was going to get home by bike that day.