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The Deacon's Wife
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COLLEEN
or the
THE DEACON'S WIFE
by
BrantWood
Part One
Slowly her car moved away from the traffic signal and on
down the dimly lit street. I watched it, as I walked along the
grassy shoulder of the road that led outside of town and towards
her home a little further on.
Mrs.Colleen Bradshaw! As lovely a woman that ever existed,
at least in my own mind, that is. With long wavy brown hair and
a soft curvy, full figure, she was the object of many of my wet
dreams. Whenever I was around her I would secretly watch the way
she moved, watch her smile and the way her modest and elegant
clothing would reveal and conceal her womanly charms.
Her husband was some sort of big-shot insurance executive
and a active civic leader. He served on several community
committees and was the senior Deacon of the Eastside Community
Church.( ECC ) Very solid citizen, very respected and very OLD!
Even at my tender age of fifteen I was aware of the May-
December nature of their marriage and often wondered why such a
beautiful woman as Mrs. Bradshaw would marry a man that was
easily thirty years her senior. Colleen was the epitomy of grace
and charachter. She, at least partially, along with her
husband were among the mainstays of the of the ECC. Colleen was
the head of the ECC's women's auxiliary, the youth director and
also president of the community's Ladies Garden Club.
I watched her car dissapear around the bend of the road and
mused that if she had seen me, would she have given me a ride
on to my home. At the supermarket where I bagged groceries I had
on many occasions felt the soft richness of the leather seats of
her Cadillac and wondered what it would be like to sit in the
seat next to her.
Usually I followed this road a few hundred yards farther and
then cut across the meadow to where our house was located, but
tonight, mostly on impulse, I turned towards the woods and made
my way by the obfuscated moon light over a slight ridge towards
Mrs. Bradshaw's house.
The high cinder block wall surrounding their place was next
to impossible to climb unaided, but with the help of a small
deadfall laid against the blocks, I scaled it with ease,
dropping softly to the groud on the other side. The general
layout of the place was familar to me as several times she had
hired me to help with some of the yard maintenance and general
grunt work.
Keeping to the shawdows, I worked my way around the tennis
courts and to the front of the house far enough to see her car in
the wide driveway. Her husband's Lincon was not visible. It
could be in the garage but I doubted that, because the spring
weather was mild and with their secure grounds there was no
reason to put it in the garage. Carefully working my way
around to the far side and towards the back of the house, I came
to their bedroom window, which was lit. I could only surmise
that because they felt secure in their walled compound they felt
no need for heavy curtains. The amber colored sheer curtains
certainall looked beautiful, but concealed little of the
interior of room.
From my vantage point, looking across the wide bedroom, the
archway leading to their private bathroom was clearly visible.
She was nowhere to be seen. This was a good place to peep into
her window as it was protected by several small shrubs and about
fifteen feet to my left a part of the house extended out some
twenty feet, forming a small cul-de-sac.
The bed was huge! It looked to be a king-size plus,
waterbed with a richly fashiond wood pedestal. Her vanity was
easily ten feet wide with small lights along the top of the
mirror. There was a smart looking white soft looking couch, a
few coffe tables and several cushioned chairs. It was a most
inviting scene. If only Colleen was there.
As if on cue, she entered the room carrying a magazine and
a light sweater. Throwing the magazine on the bed she went to the
vanity and began to undo her hair. After removing the bobby pins
and such, her long brown hair cascaded down her back in long wavy
shocks.
I was pleased that she was still fully dressed because that
meant maybe I would get to see her naked. I had spied on my
sisters many times and got as much of a thrill at watching them
undress as in seeing them naked.
Still standing she began to unbutton her blouse. As each
button was unfastened my cock began to twitch. One button, one
twitch. I wished that she had a zillion buttons.
From my position I could see her reflection in the large
mirror, so in effect I could see both sides of her at the same
time. Tits and ass together, as it should be.
Her blouse was removed to reveal a very nice upper body.
Apparantly she always underdressed to conceal her shapely tits,
because they were much larger than I had suspected. She was
slightly overweight, not much. Just enough to make all of her
curves nice and soft and full looking. Just right.
Next to be gone were her shoes and socks and then her razor
sharp creased pants. As she lowered them to the floor I was
greeted with a excellent view of her smooth rounded ass encased
in light blue panties that matched her satin bra.
Colleen then sat down on the padded chair and began to brush
her hair. I was mesmerized watching her breasts sway back and
forth with each stroke of the brush. My cock was growing steadly
as I could plainly see the delicate lace of her bra trying to
hold those sensuous titties. I couldn't wait to see her remove
her dainty underthings. I undid the buttons of my 501's and
pulled my now hard cock out to get better access. I spat on my
hand for lubrication and began the slow journey to paradise. At
home I preferred to use vaseline for lubrication as it lasted
much longer and gave me that great slippery feeling as my
uncircumsized foreskin glided back and forth over my cockhead.
My mind was reeling at the prospect of what I might witness
this night. Would she simply put on her night things and read
the magazine she had thrown on the bed. Would she take a shower
and let me see her dripping wet. Or ... would she masturbate,
using some unusual device or object, or ...?
After finishing her hair she went to the walk in cedar lined
closet and emerged putting a lacy house coat about her body. To
my dissapointment she then went out of the bedroom to do what I
hadn't a clue. No mind, I thought. It just will heighten the
intensity of my enjoyment when she does return. With that I began
to weave a pattern in my mind of me between her soft a lovely
legs with my cock buried to the hilt.
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I had just a slight forewarning of the impending doom as a
small twig snapped under her approaching foot.
"Put your hands up, or I'll shoot."
Her words penetrated my mind like a steel sword thrust into
a soft melon. Mrs. Bradshaw had come around the corner of the
house behind me and was pointing a very large semi-automatic
pistol at my head. I almost fainted right there.
"Come out here into the light. I've got a gun and I won't
hesitate to use it." Her voice was shrill and piercing.
I stumbled foreward a few steps where she could see me. I
was speechless. Was she going to shoot me? My whole body
trembled as I tried to gather my wits about me.
"Why ... why ... you're Andrew Patterson, Lora and
Richard's son!" She was fairly shouting at me. Looking at me
closer she said. "Put that thing back in your pants. It's
disgusting."
Hastily I tried to do as she said. It hadn't had time to
soften so it took a little fumbling around to get in and buttoned
up.
"Walk ahead of me, we're going inside to call the police."
She commanded.
Mrs. Bradshaw, the woman of my wet dreams, coldly hearded
me in the back door and along a hallway with several turns and
doors into a room that was surely the den. I hardly noticed the
rich wood paneling or the giant tv, or the comfortable sturdy
couches and chairs about the family lounging room.
"Set there." She instructed, pointing to one of the couches
angled towards the tv. "I am shocked at you, Andrew. You have
violated my home, my bedroom and my privacy. I feel as if you
have raped me in the most brutal way. What do you have to say
for yourself?"
My mind was still reeling and I mumbled a ... "I'm sorry
Mrs. Bradshaw. I don't know what I was thinking." I knew very
well what I was thinking. I wanted to jack-off while watching
her.
"This is terrible, despicable and loathsome. How could you
do this to me. What have I done to you?" She was so mad that her
voice was cracking and she had to repeat some of her words.
"Tell me, you little creep. Why my house? I'm calling the police
now!" She grabbed the phone on the end table next to where she
was sitting on the couch opposite me.
"No! Please don't! I'm sorry. I'll never do it again." I
wailed. If my mom and dad found out, it would crush them. They
deserved better than this from me. "Please don't call the cops!
I'll do anything to make it up to you. But please dont't tell on
me."
She stared into my eyes for what seemed a long time before
she spoke. "Tell me one good reason for me not to turn you in."
Her eyes blazed at me as she spoke. "This is a terrible thing you
have done to me."
"I know it's awful." I said. But I noticed that the
shrillness had left her voice and she seemed a little calmer now.
"It's just that you are so beautiful and I wanted to be close to
you." It was lame, but the truth.
"You are close to me every Sunday at church. Why this?" She
spat the words at me. She was referring to her work as the Youth
Director, where during the summer months, she spent a lot of time
with us kids, trying to keep us out of trouble. "I know that
you have been taught better than this. Well, what do you have
to say for yourself?" She kept asking questions, without giving
me a chance to answer.
She was still sitting on the opposite couch. I watched
the tiny lines around her eyes and mouth wrinkle and relax, as
she continued to scold me. She was hunched slightly forward
with her elbows resting on her knees as she spoke. Her legs were
spread apart quite far, the cordless phone in one hand and the
semi-auto dangling from the fingers of her other hand. The belt
of her house coat had loosened to allow her legs to be completely
exposed.
She was completely unaware that I could see her satin undies
and most of her lacy bra. The aureole and her pink nipples were
faintly visible through the delicate lace of the satin
foundation. Her panties were not the brief type, they had no
elastic in the about the legs. The material was loose and free
flowing.
I was surprised to notice that my cock was starting to
harden as I looked at her breasts and legs. The 501s that I had
on were cut-offs. As I looked at Colleen, my lengthing cock
peeped out of the leg of my cut-offs.
She didn't notice my dick looking at her until I shifted my
position and adjusted it with my hand. Just like the baseball
players do.
She starred directly at my pulsing cock for a few moments
without saying a word. She was blushing and I noticed when she
started talking again, her tone was much softer.
"Are you getting excited?" She asked. Again before I could
answer she noticed that she was exposing a lot of flesh to me and
drew her house coat about her. "Does looking at my underweare
make you get an erection?"
"It's that and more." I managed to stammer.
"I'm at least twenty years older than you are. I didn't
think young men would see a woman of my age as sexy." She put
the phone back on the end table and laid the gun on a cushion
next to her.
I felt a lot better now, not so scared, but a little
confused at her softer demeanor. "All my life I have been
interested in females that were older than me." I ventured.
Trying to get a feel for the direction she was going.
"Not only am I older than you but maybe a little on the
heavy side. Only young and slim girls should be of interest to a
boy of your age."
"In my eyes you are perfect." I responded.
Watching me closely she continued. "Then you don't think
that I should lose a few pounds. In my bikini a little of me has
started to spill over here and there."
"Not at all! I love the way all of your curves are soft and
rounded, ... and, ... umm ... " Lowering my eyes to the floor
and in a whisper I said. "I'd love to see you in a bikini."
"Well, Andrew, you are full of surprises, arn't you. You
have given me a different insight into how a young man thinks."
Colleene was looking at me intently, but had laid back on the
sofa into a relaxed position. As she surprised my by saying. "I
am not so sure that calling the police would serve much of a
useful purpose. Maybe if I had a talk with your parents we could
work this thing out among ourselves." Her voice was harder again
as she apparantly considered the alternatives.
"Oh! No! Not my mom and dad!" I wailed. "I would just as
soon that you called the cops! At least they won't lecture me
and tell me how bad I've been."
She considered this for several minutes. At first, I didn't
know what to do or say, so I reverted back to what I thought had
began her more understanding attitude. It was a bold measure I
was about to take, but I thought it was worth the gamble.
As casually as I could, I reached fully inside my cut-offs
with my hand a repositioned my hard cock. Her eyes followed my
every movement, as I grasped my cock and shifted it to the other
side of the inseam of my pants.
I expected her to protest at my boldness, but instead she
was facinated by me handling my cock in her presence. "You can
spank me or make me work hard, but please don't tell my parents.
I'll never peep in a window again, I promise!"
Again, she was silent for several minutes. I still had my
hand in my pants as she spoke. "If I decide to help you, you'll
have to promise to do as I say with no argument."
A flood of relief swept over me as I began to realize that
not only would she not tell on me but we would be in contact with
each other. Just the sound of her voice talking to me was enough
to make my cock twitch. "OH, Yes! I'll do whatever you say!" I
blurted out.
"Now this may not be as easy as you think, because if we
are to help you to overcome this nasty habit, you'll have to be
very honest with me." Her tone was melodious to me. "First we
have to determine what we are dealing with, but first lets have a
drink."
"Come over here." She said as she moved to the wet bar. "We
might as well have a drink. There is Coke, Pepsi, Dr. Pepper,
Sprite or root beer."
"Root beer will be fine." I said.
I couldn't believe it! A half hour ago I was sure that I
was on the way to juvie hall, and now we are setting at her wet
bar together. After she had poured my root beer over the
sparkling ice cubes and given herself a generous white wine, we
returned to the couches.
"Andrew, I need to ask you a few things that are very
personal. Is that OK?"
"Sure. Fine with me, go ahead."
She seemed to phrase her questions with some care and
started out somewhat tenative. "How much sexual experience have
you had?" There was a slight shine to her eyes as she asked me
"Now, tell me the truth. I'll know if you lie to me."
I doubted that she could tell if I lied, but what the hell,
I wanted to tell her about my sexual life anyway. "What do you
mean?" I toyed with her. "Do you mean the first time I fucked or
jacked-off?" The dirty words made the shine in her eyes grow
brighter.
"Well, ... ah, ... Lets start with when you first discoverd
your sexuality. Tell me about the first time that you had a
sexual experience. That could be anything that has to do with
sex, not necessarily having intercourse."
Pausing for a few moments, I then began with ..."I remember
when I was quite young, about six or seven, that my older
brothers and sisters would talk about, 'doing it.' It wasn't
very clear what 'it,' was, but I knew that it had to do with
something that was between a girls legs. About this same time
there was this older girl in our neighborhood that would take me
into her bedroom and show me her pussie and take my pants off and
feel my prick. While she was feeling me she would be
masturbating herself and telling me all about how to fuck, suck,
jack-off and anything else about sex that she could think of."
Colleene was listining very intently to what I had to say
and asked me. "What age was the girl that showed you her
vagina?"
"I'm not sure exactly, but I'd guess about eleven or
twelve."
"Why did she pick you to show herself to?"
"She told me that for a kid, I had a nice body and was the
most mature boy in the neighborhood, and that she felt that I
would enjoy what she had to offer."
Mrs.Bradshaw refilled her wine glass and continued. "Uh ,,,
did you touch the girl, in a sexual way?"
I think she was asking me if we fucked and for a second or
two I considered telling her that we had, but I wasn't that
great of a liar so I told the truth. "No. The most that we did
was for her lie on her back and she taught how to suck her
titties. She would have me give her hickys on the underside of
her tits, you know so that they didn't show, and sometimes she
would put a pillow under her rear end and spread her legs wide
apart and have me work the end of her hairbrush in and out of her
pussy."
"Where were her parents? Did you do it while they were at
home?"
"No. We would play with each other in the afternoons before
her mom got home from work. I think her parents were divorced. I
never saw her dad."
Colleen asked several more questions about me and the girl
and had another glass of wine. By now she was getting much more
friendly and more inqusitive.
"How long have you been jacking-off?" Was her next inquiry.
Again, I was a little coy. "Do you mean how long have I
been stroking my cock, or how long that I have been squirting my
cum?"
She shifted in her seat on the opposit couch and allowed her
legs to spread apart enough to be interesting. "The first time
that you shot the cum out of your cock!"
Her more base demeanor caught me a little by surprise.
"Well after Mandy, that was the girl who exposed herself to me,
it was natural for me to continue to play with my cock. I would
try most anything that felt good, like sticking my cock in a
baggie with vaseline and squeezing it between two pillows. But
the first time I squirted cum, it was a surprise to me." I was
warming to the questions and again put my hand in my cut-offs and
was gently squeezing my stiff dick.
This action was not lost on Colleen, as she was fidgiting
about on the sofa. Her squirming caused her house robe to fall
open so that I could see the lucious cleavage of her pale white
breasts. They heaved with each breath she took.
I continued. "By the age of eleven I had experiminted with
many ways to make my cock feel good, but the one that was the
most convenient was to put vaseline on the head of my cock and
just stroke it with my hand."
Colleen interupted with. "Why vaseline? Why not spit on
your dick like you did outside my window?" She blushed a little
at revealing that she had watched me briefly before brandishing
the gun at me. She later told me that she wouldn't have know that
someone was outside her window, except that she glimpsed my white
shirt in the reflection of her vanity mirror.
"It's that I'm not circumsized and by using vaseline, the
foreskin glides over the cockhead much smoother and besides spit
dries to fast."
"Why not use KY jelly?"
"Oh, I've tried KY, but it doesn't lubricate as good and
doesn't last as long as vaseline."
"I see." Her words trailed off before she continued. "You
were about to tell me the first time you squirted cum. What age
were you?"
"Eleven years old. I had just had my eleventh birthday a
few weeks before. It was on a Sunday morning before leaving for
church. I was sitting on the edge of my bed stroking my cock and
looking at some fuck pictures that I had found in a trash bin
outside of a bar on San Carlos street. I had my pants down aroun
my ankles and was really going at it when something changed. In
the past when I jacked my dick it felt good, but that was about
all. This time it was different. My feelings were deeper and
more urgent. As I increased my speed this overwhelming feeling
of excitement kept getting stronger and stronger, when all of a
sudden this white stuff started to goosh out of my cock. I
thought for a second that I had broken something. I was
completely unaware that was supposed to happen. It got all over
my Sunday best pant legs. I told mom that I had spilled my
breakfast cereal milk on them. It felt so good I knew that this
was not the last time that I'd stroke my vaseling covered pole."
"What were you thinking about while you stroked your dick.
Did you think about girls or what?"
"Not girls, just one girl. Do you remember the Montoya
family that lived on the old Duggan place?"
"Not to well, but as I remember they had several boys and
just one daughter."
"That's them. Her name was Melinda and I had a terrible
crush on her. She knew it liked to tease me. She would let me
'help,' change her blouse and bra. When I got a boner she would
just grin and walk away. I can still see her smooth and rounded
titties. Oh, how I wanted to suck on them."
"Did you ever get to?"
"No. Melinda just liked to give me a hard on. She had
several older boyfriends, you know, her age."
Colleen was very interested in my sexual adventures and
asked me question after question for some time, all the while I
would put my hand in and out of my pants, squeezing my stiff
cock and wishing that by some miracle her bra and panties would
fall off. She was particularlly interested to my jacking off and
the girls that I had fucked. She was surprised and amused when I
told her that I had fingered Alexia Morrison in the choir loft
and asked me all sorts of questions about other girls and boys
that she knew and what their sexual practices were. I did my
best to answer without snitching on my friends. But, I was still
confused about what she had in mind, however, I was patient and
finally she revealed her intintions.
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"When I was a little girl I wanted to smoke like the big
girls did. I thought it was neat to have cigarettes and feel all
grown up." She had a vacant look on her face. It was like
Colleen was talking to someone else in the room. It was weird.
"My dad was a preacher and didn't hold with using tobacco, but
he was also quite wise. When he found out I was fooling around
with cigarettes he called me into his study and after a stern
lecture, he made me smoke several packs of unfiltered
cigarettes. He watched me to make sure that I inhaled and added
a few cigars. Needles to say I was sick for days and after that
I just didn't care to smoke anymore."
"How old was you?" I asked.
She smiled and went on. "About eleven, the same age as when
you first squirted your cum." Her eyes were dancing and she
looked quite mischevious. "As I see it, the best way to help
you to stop this peeping thing is to allow you to do it untill it
isn't a mystery to you anymore."
"What! What did youuu saaayyy?" I couldn't believe what
she had just said. Did she say that I should peep in windows
again.
"While watching a girl what do you do?" A rhetorical
question, she knew the answer, she was just defining the terms
of our soon to be 'arrangement.' "You jack-off don't you."
I was still reeling from her previous suggestion, and I
stammered a little as I spoke. " Well ... it, it depends on
how good's the show I'm watching. If it some fat old bag, I
just look for another window. Sometimes I get lucky and see a
girl undressing or doing excersizes and I jack-off and try to cum
at the best part of whatever she is doing."
"Does that always work for you?"
"No. Most times either she turns out the light before I am
through or something else happens to make me leave before I have
had a chance to squirt my cum."
"You were stroking your cock outside my window, how close
were you to cumming?"
"I had a good hard on, but I was pacing myself because I
figured that I had a lot of time to watch you undress and such."
"What do you mean by 'such'?"
"Well it's a fantasy of mine to see a girl masturbate."
Colleen's speech now had a slight slur and her breathing was
a faster to match the slight flush of her face. "If I let you go
now, would you go straight home and jack-off, or would you try
to find a window to peep in? Don't lie! I'll know if you do."
She watched me closely as I considered my answer. She had
moved forward to the edge of the sofa and was even leaning
towards me. She seemed to have forgot about her house robe as it
was falling off her shouders and I could clearly see her
beautiful satin bra and a goodly amount of cleavage as well. "I
would proably try to find a window so I could get off."
"I thought so. If I am to help you, you must keep it a
secret. Do you agree? You can't tell anyone what we do or say."
"Yes."
Colleen then moved from the sofa and knelt on the plus
carpet a few feet in front of me. Her knees were parted somewhat
and she took off the house robe, letting it fall to the floor
beside her. Using both hands she pressed in the sides of her
bountiful breasts, presenting them for my inspection. "Do you
really think I'm beautiful? Look at my tits and pretend you are
watching from outside."
I was meshmerized by her undulating body and increasing
breathing. She was now moving her hands up and down from her
tits to her hips and then with one hand on her tummy she squeezed
a nipple through her bra. "Do what you would do if you were
watching me."
Her eyes never left my crotch as I stood up and slowly
unbuttoned my cut-offs. My cock was straining to be free and as
I lowered my pants it quickly made a tent in my boxers. I
shifted sideways a little and the head of my cock found the
opening and jumped out. Throbbing and wanting attention.
Colleen was still on her knees and swaying gently form side
to side. "Take it out and stroke it. I want to make sure you
squirt your load before you go home." She had a slight line of
perspiration on her upper lip and unconsciously she was gently
thrusting her hips back and forth at me.
I pushed my boxers down to the floor and my cock stood out
horizontal from my bushy cock base. I stroked back and forth
slowly a few times but it was hard to pull the foreskin all the
way back for a full stroke. "It would be better if I had some
vaseline for my cock. It would slide better."
"Yes, I can see that." Without hesitation she went
somewhere and returned with a jar of vaseline, holding for me
while got some with my finger.
I put some on my cock and worked it around before I started
to jack-off in earnest. I was taking long, full strokes. The
cockhead would disappear and reappear as my hand flew along the
shaft. After only a few minutes I knew I couldn't last much
longer. Being so close to her was putting my into sensory
overload. But I wanted more than to see her pretty bra. "Take
off you bra." I grunted.
"Oh. I couldn't do that."
"It may not be possible for me to cum if you don't."
She considered that for a few moments, then she turned away
from me and I could see her fussing with her bra. She pulled the
shoulder straps down and brought her arms up through them. When
she turned back to face me I was delighted. "Is this better?"
She had turned the cups inside themselves so that the bra had in
effect become a half bra. Her dark pink of her areola dancing
just above to top of her bra and the now hard nipples just out of
sight.
I almost shot my cum right then. "You're beautiful."
She blushed slightly, but said nothing.
My cock was hard enough to break concrete by now and I was
taking long full strokes. She seemed fascinated by the rapid
appearance/disappearance of my cockhead as I grasped my fuck pole
with my hand.
"What are you thinking about?" She was now moving her hands
over her tits and the inside of her thighs. I wanted her to put
her hand in her underwear, but she would only quickly brush the
front of her pussy through her satin underear.
"How good it would feel if my cock was buried in your hot
cunt." I was now standing in front of her and my cock was at her
eye level. I knew that I couldn't last much longer before my
cock erupted it's creamy lava. "I'm about to squirt my cum,
where do you want me to shoot it?" I was thinking about a towel
or her house robe, or something like that.
She surprised me by saying ... "Right here, on my tits!"
With that she pulled her bra down to her waist and knee walked to
where my cock was inches from the cleavage of her tits. "Shoot
it in here." She voice was trembling and she had finally put a
hand inside her underwear.
By leaning sideways a little, I could see her hand pumping
furiously at her cunt.
"Now! Now! Shoot it now! I'm about to cummmm. Let me
feel your sticky goo on my tits! Oh! Shoot it! Squirt it on
me, now ... now!
That did it for me! My cock gushed forth with a display of
cum like Niagra Falls. It gushed spurt after spurt on her tits
and neck. With one spurt I raised my cock up and it hit her in
slack mouth.
When the cum started to flow she was moaning ... "Yes! Yes!
I'm doing ittt! Yes, yyyeeeesssssss!" And she fell over onto
the fine plush white carpet, her tits pointing to the ceiling,
with the cum looking like snow caps on the Alps.
For several minutes Colleen lay there without moving, her
breasts heaving with each breath. Finally she sat up and took
off her bra and wiped my cock with it and then wiped the major
part of my cum from her swelled tits. "You had better go now."
Her voice was low and she had a hard time looking me in the eye.
With one hand holding her cum soaked bra to her breasts,
and the other holding a pencil she asked for my phone number and
she said she would call me when she wanted to do my next
counciling session. I guess she then realized that she couldn't
call my house for fear of her voice being recognized. "It would
be best if you called me. My husband is away from home a lot and
even when he is here he rarely answers the phone. If he does,
just hang up." She wrote her number on a small scented notepad
and thrust it in my hand.
I made my way out the front door and out of the walk gate
near the main driveway and after a brisk walk across the moonlit
meadow, I quietly made it to my bedroom without waking mom and
dad.
My cock was still eagar for more action and so was I. My
head was full of nasty thoughts and excited at what had happened
to me with Colleen. I couldn't believe my good luck. When I had
started for Mrs. Bradshaws's house earlier, my best expectation
was to maybe see her naked and for me to jack-off into the
bushes. After going to the bathroom and cleaning up, I laid on
my bed for some time trying to go to sleep.
My bedside clock read a few minutes past 2:00 am, and sleep
was still a remote possibility. I kept thinking about the little
slip of paper with Colleen's phone number on it.
"Hello. Hello. Who is this?" Colleen's voice sounded
dreamy to me. "Hello. Do you know what time it is? Who is
this?"
"Did I awake you?" I was almost afraid to breathe, my voice
was shaking. "It's me."
"Andrew, is that you?" Her voice was soft and smooth.
"I didn't mean to call so late, I hope you were not
asleep."
"No. It's OK. What do you want? Does your mom allow you to
talk on the phone so late at night?"
"She doesn't know. This is my private line, I pay for it
myself, no one answeres it but me and I keep it under my pillow
so that if it rings no one but me will hear it."
"Don't you think it's a little late to be calling? What did
you want?"
"Oh. Nothing. I was just wondering if you were in bed.
I'm sorry for calling so late. Good night."
"Goodnight, Andrew." Her voice was still soft and dreamy.
Again, after tossing and turning for what seemed an
eternity, sleep still eluded me as I visualized her swabing my
cum from her beautiful creamy white tits. I fantisized about
what it would feel like to suck on those lucious mounds.
~~
I was almost asleep when the phone under my pillow began to
ring.
"Andrew. Are you asleep yet?" Colleen's voice was low and
husky.
"No, I'm just laying her on my bed."
"What are you wearing? I'm on my back with my legs spread a
mile apart and your cum is still on my tits, ...
END OF COLLEEN Part 1
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COLLEEN
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THE DEACON'S WIFE
by
BrantWood
Part 2 of 2
I was almost asleep when the phone under my pillow began to
ring.
"Andrew. Are you asleep yet?" Colleen's voice was low and
husky.
"No, I'm just laying her on my bed."
"What are you wearing? I'm on my back with my legs spread a
mile apart and your cum is still on my tits, ... are you alone?"
My mind swirled at her voice. She was actually calling me in
the middle of the night! My cock hadn't really softened all the
way since jacking-off a little earlier, and now it pumped a little
when she told me that my cum was still on her tits. "Just my boxer
shorts," was all that I could blurt out.
"Did you make it in without your parents finding out?"
"No ... er, I mean Yes, they don't know where I was."
"Can you talk? Is it ok for you to be on the phone this late
at night?" I loved the melodious sound of her voice.
"It's ok and I can talk all I want, nobody knows I'm on the
phone."
The warmth of her voice was transferred via the phone company.
"Your big load of cum is dried on my tits but if I mix a little
lotion with it, it makes them slippery and sensetive again."
"Are you naked?" I blurted out. My minds eye showed me her
laying on that huge bed with the covers thrown off and her hairy
cunt calling me.
"Yes. As bare a baby. Do you like that? Take of your boxers
and let your 'friend' look around." Without stopping, she went on
with," stroke it up and down like you did when you squirted your
hot cum on me. My fingers are in my cunt and are soping wet."
By now my cock was at full attention and I told Colleen, "my
fuck pole is wishing that it had been inside your pussy when I was
at your house earlier."
"Oh! We couldn't do that! I could never cheat on my husband,
that would be so wrong."
"But, just a few hours ago, we masturbated together!"
"Yes, I know. But that's different, we weren't 'actually'
fucking, just helping you over your problem."
My mind whirled, did she really believe that crock? Anyway,
I didn't really care, as long as we could do it again.
"There are many things that we can do that doesn't involve
actually doing it."
I was thinking that over. It didn't seem right that for what
had started out as a peep adventure and had gone all the way to
masturbating together, was going to be stopped short of the final
prize. My long silence must have made her wonder because when she
continued, her voice was barely a whisper.
"Are you there?"
"I'm here."
"Do you have your boxers off?"
"No, not yet."
"Tell me what you are doing as you take them off. I want to
visualize it."
Geeesh, I had never done anything like that, but I was
willing to try it. "All I have on are my boxers and I am slowly
pulling them over my hips. I can see the hairy base of my cock,
... ohh, waite there is something comming into view, I wonder
what it could be."
I could hear muffled moaning comming from Colleen. "Whaaa,
whaat, is apearing, your cock!"
"Yes, it is. It's my hard, throbing, angry looking pole for
fucking."
Her voice was almost a whisper, as she told me, "I have never
seen a cock except my husbands, and well, now, yours. I can't
believe what I did with you this afternoon and I must be mad to
call you in the middle of the night."
I wasn't sure of what to say except what was in my mind at
that moment. "Can you hold on for a second?"
"...uh yes, why? What is going on?" The concern was
clearly in her voice.
"Nothings going on. I just want to go and get some vaseline,
that's all."
"Oh, it's ok." A smile of relief beamed from her over the
phone line.
I kept a small jar in my closet and when I returned to my bed
I said. "I'm back."
"Do you have it?"
"Yes."
"Do you have the jar or just a gob on your fingers?" She
asked.
"I brought the jar, why?"
"Let me help you, ok?"
"Ok."
"Put your finger in it and draw out a good sized gob."
I did as she told me. "Ok, I have some on my finger."
"Is your cock hard now?" Her speech was slightly elevated.
"Yes, it's hard."
"How hard?" A certain urgency was in her voice. "Tell me, how
hard?"
My retort was brilliant. "Very hard." I blurted.
"Hard enought to break concrete?"
"I suppose so." Break concrete? The thought had never
entered my mind.
"Oh, yes. It would feel so good in my pussy if it were that
hard."
"Aahh ... " From me.
"Put the vaseline on the head of your cock and work it around
and down and all around your beautiful cock."
I pulled the forskin back to expose my cockhead and smeared
the vaseling around and up and down the top half of my cock. I
stroked it several times to work it around evenly. My dick
glistened with the oily substance on it and the foreskin smoothly
slid back and forth over my bulbous cockhead.
"Is it all slick?"
"Uhmm, yes, and it feels so good."
"What position are you in, are you on your back?"
"Yes, I'm laying here all sprawled out."
"Is your door locked?" Colleen wanted to know.
"No, we don't have locks on the bedroom doors, only the
bathrooms."
"Are you afraid someone might barge in?"
"It's not a problem, the rule here is anyone always knocks
first, so as not to catch anyone unawares."
"Have you thought about me since we parted, earlier?"
That question sort of embarsssed me, I don't know why but I
told her, "a whole bunch, I couldn't think of anything else."
"What did you do when you got home?"
"Well, the first thing I did was to take a shower."
"Uhmm, a shower, eh." She was silent for a moment or two,
and then, "did you soap your 'thing?'"
I'll say, I 'soaped my thing,' I soaped it so much I shot a
load of cum in the shower. "Yes, I used soap to clean up, you
now, get clean all over."
"Did you think of me as you soaped your cock?"
"Yes, I was wishing that my cock was in your pussy."
"It's ok, to fantasize about you fucking me, but it'll never
happen. I won't commit adultry. I never had sex with anyone
except my husband, and I want to keep it that way."
In my adolescent mind, that didn't make much sense. Was
fucking worse than me squirting my cum on her?
"I have three fingers in my cunt, tell me what are you doing,
right NOW?"
"Well, er, uhmm, I am sort of..."
She cut me off with; "tell me! Are you stroking your cock?
Are you?" Her breathing was ragged and coming in gulps. Without
allowing me to get in a word, she went on; "I've three fingers in
my pussy and it is not enough, I need your hard, beautiful cock in
there."
I could see her, laying on her huge bed with her legs wide
open and her hand in her hot box. I really wished that earlier
when she was masturbating I could have at least seen her hand in
her twat.
"Tell me Andrew, are you about to cum? I want us to do it
together and I want to hear you when you do it. How fast are you
stroking? Real fast? Tell mmmmeeee!" I could easily sense the
urgency in her voice.
My Colleen, my wet dream come true. It was still unreal to me
that she was talking nasty to me, let alone wanting me to say
nasty things to her. "Fast, uh, really fast." Was my best reply.
I could feel my orgasam building and I wanted to do it with her.
Her voice was most urgent now. "It's about to happen, happen
again tonight ,,, OH! FUCK, ,, uhmm, aaahhh! Yes! Yes! It's
comming, Now!" Her voice went on almost incoherently with lots of
yesses, fucks and uhmms.
Her nasty talk did it for me, as each time she would utter an
obscenity, my cock would send a sharp jolt of excitement straight
to my overloaded brain. The cum was shooting out of my cock now
and Colleen must have heard my supressed moans, because she yelled
at me.
"Come with me. Make noises. I want to hear you cum squirt
out. Tell me!"
I then let caution go to the wind as I said every nasty, dirty
or filthy word I could think of and with each nasty utterence, I
think Colleen had another orgasm. My cum had shoot up and was now
all over my cock and tummy. I wished I had another of her bras to
wipe it up with.
Colleen now started to giggle, her voice was bright and shiny
and sounded like my little sister, when she was having a good time
with her friends.
"Oh, Andrew, that was good. I've had more orgasms with you
today than I've had in the last six months with my husband. You
are so sexy to talk to. You just make me sooo,,, hot."
I was blushing and excited at the same time. "Uh, thanks."
"Are you ok? Did your cum get all over you?"
"Yes, it is on my tummy and my dick."
"How are you going to clean it up? I should have given you my
panties to take home, then you'd have something to sop up your
sticky cum with."
My cock was still hard and I knew I was going to take a shower
and shoot another load of cum.
"I have a towel here to wipe up with."
"If I were there, I'd lick it all and not miss a drop."
"I wish you were here!"
"I'm all sweaty and I feel sssoooo good!" Her voice was
purring over the phone. "I'm going to sleep like a baby tonight."
She said in between giggles.
"Me, too."
"Sleep tight, Andy. Uhmm, I think I'll get in the hot tub and
let the jets hit my pussy and cum again. I'm so wicked, aren't I?"
"No. You are my angle."
"You'r sweet Andy, but I know that I've been very wicked
tonight. But it feels so good."
My mind was starting to come down from the sex high, that I'd
had all evening and I was ready to sleep.
"Night, Andy."
"Ga, night, Colleen." Hot dam that was the first time I had
called her by her first name. It felt good.
~~~~~~
I called her the next day, but got no answer. Well, no problem, I
figured I'd just call later on that evening.
I called her that evening and the next day and the day after,
but she was not answering her phone or smething was wrong with it.
The week was coming to an end, and I still hadn't got to talk
to her, let alone see her. The next day was Sunday and I was sure
to see and talk to her there. I was beginning to think that I had
done something to offend her. Why wouldn't she acknowledge my
messages.
At church the next day my anexities were only heightned as
every time I saw her, she would go another way and when we were in
class together, she answered my questions as brief as possible and
acted as if I were a new kid in her class. I was hurt and confused.
Almost another full week passed, and still no contact with
Colleen. I was in a state of despair when on Saturday night about
six o'clock the phone under my pillow began to ring...
"Andrew is that you?" Oh, my, how my heart did a flip, flop.
Her voice was low and husky, just right to make my cock jump.
"Yes!! It's me!" I replied brilliantly.
"Is it ok for me to be calling you now?"
"Sure, I,,uh, sure!"
"Am I interrupting anything? I can call later if I am."
"No! Don't call later, er, uh, this is fine. I'm not doing
anything now." I didn't want the connection to be severed for even
a few minutes. I was so happy to hear her voice, that if she had
been telling me to drop dead, I would have still been overjoyed
that she called.
"Can you come over to my house tonight?"
"Can I, would I, sshure thing. When?" My head was spinning so
that I had no idea what I said.
"How about now?"
Her voice would melt butter, it was so warm and smooth.
"I can be there at nine, is that ok?" I wanted to shower and
look my best when I went to the 'older' woman's house.
"Nine would be fine." She purred. "And, Andrew...you didn't
tell andyone about 'us' did you?"
"Oh, no! Not a soul." I squeeked out.
"Good, see you in an hour."
~~~~~
I dont't even remember taking a shower or riding my ten speed
over to her house, but all of a sudden I was knocking on her front
door.
There she was, beckoning me to come inside. She was lovely.
Her hair was lustrous, her makeup was perfect and she radiated a
certain sensuousnesss that was overwhelming.
"Come in, Andrew. How are you tonight?"
"Fine." Was my brilliant response.
As she lead me to the family room, I watched her hips sway and
her long hair sort of move about on her shouders. She was dressed
in a stylish navy blue pleated skirt, that was cut to mid thigh and
a silk white blouse with button up the front. I was sure that
underneath her bra and panties were matching and of an luxurious
quality.
"Please sit down, Andrew." She motioned to the same spot that
I had occupied the night of our first encounter. She sat on the
opposite sofa, her legs demurely slanted a little sideways and
crossed at the ankles.
"Are you wondering why I haven't called you before now?"
"Uh, yes. I thought I had done something wrong and you were
mad at me." I could see the delightful swell of her breasts
through to silk shirt.
"I'm sorry if I caused you any anxiety, but I had to sort out
some things in my mind. Have you been engaged in any more peeping
activities since we last met? Don't lie, I'll know if you do."
It still puzzled me if she really could tell if I lied to her.
But I had no reason to so I said to her "No. I haven't, but why did
you wait so long to call me?"
"I'm sorry, Andy, it just took me awhile to sort it out. I'll
make it up to you." Her lips were so kissable when she talked.
"What have you been doing to take care of your 'urges.'"
With those opening questions Colleen began to grill me about
what I had done and thoutht for the last two weeks. She went into
great detail with her questions and would challenge me if she
thought my answers were inconsistent or evasive.
As she questioned me she was cool and relaxed, sort of laying
back against the back of the sofa talking in a somewhat detached
manner untill I told her about me fucking one of the girls at the
grocery store where I worked.
Sam (Samantha) and I were working the late shift on Wednesday
night, the slowest night of the week and we were stocking the
shelves between bagging for the few customers. The late shift
manager was a woman who tended the cash register and talked to her
boyfriend on the phone when there were no customers. She didn't
really care what we did as long as we were there.
Sam had been the friendliest of the other baggers when I
started there and let me know that she really liked me, even though
she was a year older.
I was horny that night and began to tell Sam a bunch of nasty
jokes and she responded by a lot of 'accidental' touching as we
loaded the cart and stocked the shelves.
As I was telling Colleen about Sam and I, she was getting a
little aroused because she was leaning more forward and crossing
and uncrossing her legs. And asking me a lot of questions about
what Sam and I had done.
Sam and I played our little game untill I had a boner and she
was openly rubbing up against me. Through the windows of the
swinging doors to the stockroom we could see the manager talking
on the phone and not paying any attendion to us.
We were really excited and were kissing and rubbing each other
and when I started to rubb her cunt through her jeans she just sort
of moaned a little and opened her legs so I could get at her
better.
As I was telling Colleen how I unzipped Sam's jeans and pulled
them and her panties down at the same time, she leaned really
forward on the couch and said in a husky voice. "Go on, what
happend next?"
After baring Sam below the waist, she sat on the cases that we
had put on the cart and waited for me to lower my pants and
underwear. She was as wet as could be when I slid my cock into
her. We bucked and pumped furiously for the few minutes and we
both had very good climaxes.
While Sam was sitting on the cart with her legs spread and my
cum and her juices starting to rum down her leg, I quickly pulled
on my clothes and ran to the wasbasin for some towels for Sam to
sop up with. After we had calmed down we kissed some more and went
out to see if the manager had missed us. She hadn't, and we grinned
at each other about that.
"Was that the only time you and Sam dit it?" Colleen asked as
she was visibly breathing faster and on the edge of the sofa,
leaning towards me.
"Uh, well, no. After the first time we did it whenever we
were alone, about ten times last week."
"Do you love her."
"Well, not really 'love' her. But I do like her a lot and
think she is sexy looking."
Colleen licked her upper lip and stood up. "Come here, Andy."
As she extended her hands to me.
She took my hands in hers and turned them over and back again,
like she was inspecting them, only she wasn't, she was just looking
at them. "One of the things that I noticed about you a long time
ago was how neat and clean you always are. Your finger nails are
always clean and trimmed and your clothing always looks fresh and
clean."
I just stood there, like a post, and blushed. When Colleen
put my hands about her waist and kissed my forhead and pulled me
tightly to her, I about fainted.
She stepped back a little and in her honey smooth voice she
told me. "Undo my blouse, Andrew."
The buttons were fairly large, but I was shaking so bad it was
a cumbersome job for me. All the while I was fumbling with her
buttons she had her hands on my shoulders and would from time to
time pull me to her and kiss me.
"Nobody but my husband has EVER undressed me. I want you to
know that this is not something that I do a lot."
Her subtlety was lost on me as I was concentrating on getting
at her luscious tits. When I undid the last button and had pulled
the tail from the waist of her skirt, she pulled the front of her
blouse aside to reveal her delicately stitched and form fitting
satin bra.
"Suck my nipples, Andy."
Her bra was still on but I did as told and went after her tits
with wild abandon. In a few minutes I had soaked the front of her
bra with my salvia and she was moaning and grasping me to her so
hard I was almost smothered.
"Undo by bra, Andrew." She gave me enough room to undo the
clasp in the front.
Her plethora of breast sprang out and beckoned me to suck and
lick and kiss and fondle, untill I was almost to squirt cum in my
pants.
"Uhmm, you do that so nice, Andy. I want to make you happy."
With that she kneeled at my feet and began to undo my jeans.
Colleen took took out my cock and fondled it with a tender
care. She ran her hands all over it and my balls before she put to
her mouth and eased herself to engulf it.
I was again into sensory overload, here was the woman of my
dreams, sucking hungerly on my cock. I could see where her hair
was parted as I looked down at her bobbing head. I kept my hands
on her head, not so much as to guide it, but to maintain a feeling
of closeness to her. I was quickly building to a climax and told
her so.
She removed herself from my cock to say, "I want to taste you.
I've never done this before, because the Deacon will not allow it.
He thinks it's of the devil. But, I want you to shoot your cum in
my mouth so I can see how you taste."
She again put herself over my cock and mouthed me furiously
untill I was humping to meet her and could feel my cum starting to
unload in her mouth. "Uhaa, ummmm, Oh! Boy! Uhaaaaa!"
She gagged a little but didn't disconnect from me as she
continued to suck at my boner.
Colleen mouthed me a little longer and then rolling her tongue
in her mouth as if to savor the taste and she had a mischievous
look on her face as she told me; "Yours is the first cum I've ever
tasted. It's more pungent than I supposed but quite tasty. Uhmm, I
think I'll keep you!"
I was all dreamy and would have been happy, even if she had
thrown me out right then, but Colleen had other plans. Getting up
from her kneeling position, she shrugged her shoulders, allowing
her loosened, blouse and bra to fall to the floor. "Lets have a
drink, want a beer? " She took my hand to lead me to the den.
It was so weird to see her naked from the waist up and it was
exciting to me to see her heavy breasts sway as she walked. I
liked the way the pleated navy blue skirt accented her small waist
and the way her beautiful hair bounced as she walked. Her hand in
mine felt so natural as we went down the hallway.
She handed me a Coors and to my surprise, she took one for
herself, not the white wine she had the last time I was here.
She patted the couch beside her and said, "sit here Andrew,
and we'll talk a little bit."
It was most distracting to me, to try to talk to Colleen and
not stare at her lucious titties. She would catch me staring at
them and she would giggle and sometimes shake them slightly at me.
We talked small talk untill I had consumed another beer and her two
more. The alcohol made her act a little silly and she would attack
me by laying me over on the couch and laying on top of me, kissing
me wetly and grinding her titties into my chest.
I would grab her every chance I got and she would smile and
giggle and tease me about the huge boner I had.
Then, when I was about to cum in my pants, she jumped up and
said. "Come with me." and she was giggling as she led me to her
bedroom.
It was the same as when I had peeped in the window, but it was
much nicer being inside, than outside looking in.
"This is my bedroom, his is through that door. We usually
don't sleep together, he says he doesn't like for anyone else to be
in the same bed as he is in."
I couldn't figure out why he felt cramped for space, this bed
was huge. It was much larger than my parent's king size water bed.
"Sit, there on the bed." She stood before me, wearing only
her skirt, her full tits dancing before my eyes.
"Massage my thighs." She moved a little closer for me to
reach her wonderful creamy thighs.
"Not to fast, Andy, ... There, that is just right. Move
your hands a little higher,... uhm,"
I was rubbing up and down her inner thighs and I pressed my
hand to the hot cunt.
"Not yet, hun, don't touch my pussy just yet,... a little
lower, yes, just put a finger under the elastic, easy take you
time ..."
She was standing there with her eyes closed and holding my
head with both hands. I noticed a slight trembling to her body,
and wondered what it was.
"A little further under the elastic, Andy, good, touch the
hairy slit, easy, easy, yes..." Her body was trembling more
noticeable now.
"Take off my panties, tug at the waistband, uhm, pull them
down, easy, we have all night." She stepped out of them as I got
them to her ankles.
I started to take off her skirt but she stopped me.
"Wait, a little, ok, rubb between my legs some more..."
Colleen kind of made herself bowlegged a little for me to
have more freedom of movement. I put my hand on her cunt mound and
could feel the heat eminating from there.
"Put twe fingers in my cunt, yes, now three, four, ahh,
push in and out, uh,, let you thumb hit my clit, ewwwe, that
feels good... faster, uh...faster..."
I was buring my hand to it's fullest each time I shoved it
in. She was dripping wet and them she stiffened, then shuddered and
began to giggle as her orgasm passed.
"Take off my skirt now." She turned to present the back
zipper to me. Her skirt joined her panties on the plush carpet.
Colleen scampered onto the bed. "Come here to me, and I'll
show you what a woman can do." She was kneeling in the middle of
the bed and her eyes were pools of lust.
I took off my shoes and socks and joined her on the bed. She
immediately began to kiss and caress me as she unbuttoned and
removed my shirt and pants.
"Uhmm, you have such as wonderful body, I would love to keep
you prisoner here forever." Her voice was silky smooth and I was
wet all over my chest from her kisses. Her flesh felt so warm and
soft. Her hands were all over me, groping and feeling me
everywhere, as she removed my boxers, and threw them to join her
wet panties on the floor.
Like a cat, sure of it's prey, she positioned herself on her
back and spread her legs wide apart, like a cheerleader when she is
doing the splits.
"Feel me Andy. Feel my hairy cunt. See how wet it is.
That's because of you and you hard body." Colleen used both hands
to spread her cunt lips apart for me to feel her.
Her pussy was a mass of juicy and succulent flesh as I
tentatively put my fingers to her gushing, cunt.
"Put in three fingers, Andy. Yess, uhmmm, thats so good, put
in four fingers, and push them in deep. AAHH, yes, deeper, my
love."
I pushed and probed with all my fingers buried in her cunt as
she wiggled and hunched to my pumping hand. I turned my hand so
that when I was all the way in her, my thumb was hitting on her
swollen clit. Colleen would gasp each time I hit her clit with my
probing thumb. She was as wet as a stream in the summer's meadow.
"Uh, Andy, put your thumb in the palm of your hand and push
into me."
I was puzzled at that request, but did as I was told. I
pushed my hand into her cunt untill it wouldn't go any farther, it
was buried in deeply.
"Harder! Andy, push in harder!"
I was in as deep as I could, the opening of her love box was
stretched to the limit, as it was.
She wiggled and thrust at my hand and moaned, "push it in
more, Andy. I want you whole fist in me."
I was stunned! What was she saying, what did she want me to
do? My hand was stretching her cunt as it was, and she wanted
more.
"Push harder, rotate your hand and push as hard as you can."
She leaned forward and grabbed my wrist with both of her hands and
jammed my hand into her cunt.
I thought my hand was going to split her open as she tugged
and pulled on my wrist untill, suddenly, with a surge and a glup my
hand went to the wrist inside her wet cunt.
"Ohhh!!! Yes, there, it's in the way it should be!" She was
grinning and giggling as she held my arm to her cunt. "Make a fist,
now, Andy. There, yes, now your hand can't get out as long as you
keep the fist made."
Colleen would wiggle and squirm, using her legs to pull
herself around the huge bed. "Don't let your hand come out! Keep
the fist made. Oh, my! I've never done this before, but it is a
fantasy come true."
She wiggled and squirmed all over the huge bed, dragging me
with her, sometimes she would rotate on my wrist and be on her back
where she would spread her legs wide and play with her clit as she
humped on my hand. This was bizarre to me, but very exciting!
Colleen had several orgasms and after each one she would giggle for
several minutes.
I had a terrible hard on and it was almost painful to watch
Colleen lay there, recovering from her cums. But, as if reading my
mind, she sat up and rolled my on by back and began to undress me.
"Here, Andy, let me take off you pants." and she deftly undid
my belt and buttons and then with her tits jiggling, she pulled my
jeans off and then my boxers.
My stiff cock sprang to attention, poking up like a flagpole
on Vetran's Day. Colleen fondled my cock and balls for a few
minutes with a lot of 'ohhhss and ahhhs.'
"Come here, Andy." She layed on her back witht her legs bent
at the knees and spread out. "Put your cock to my pussy. Don't put
it in, I don't want to commit adultry, but just rubb my pussy lips
with your cockhead."
She looked radiant, with her hair all mussed up and sweat
covering her with a light sheen.
I got between her legs and allowed my cockhead to penetrate
her pussy only an inch or so, just enough to make good contact with
her wet cunt lips. She held me by my waist so as not to let my
cock penetrate her cunt and do the unpardonable thing.
"Andy, it feels so good. Do you like what we are doing?"
A truly dumb question. Of course I liked our sexual
activities, but I really wanted to fuck her, big time.
"Yes, it is so exciting to me."
Was I imagining things! ... Colleen had allowed my cockhead
be engulfed by her pussy! I tried to hump into her, but she held
me fast, not allowing full penetration.
"Easy, there big fella. Just the short strokes, ... yes like
that." She was starting to buck up against me, allowing my dick to
penetrate a little further with each stroke.
As I was sucking and squeezing her titties, her breath was
getting ragged and she had her head bent over backwards, with her
eyes closed. "That's the way, use slow and firm strokes."
Somewhere along the way she realized that my cock was in
deeper than, 'just rubb my pussy lips.'
Colleen giggled and said. "We seem to be fucking, don't we?"
She didn't wait for me to respond, instead, she all of a sudden,
quickly and forcefully pulled me to her; impaling herself on my
trudgid cock! "Do it Andy, fuck me... harder,... yes,...
deeper..."
She was meeting my every thrust at her wet cunt, with a hump
back at my plunging cock. Suddenly, with a quick motion, she
fliped us over, me on my back and her on top.
She ground her pussy to my cock with wild abandon. I would
try to hang onto her bouncing tits as she pressed and rotated her
hungry cunt onto me. We did this for quite awhile, with her
favorite move to be sliding her pussy forward and backwards,
impaled on my cock.
As she was getting more excited her forward and backwards
motions were getting violent. I thought she was going to rip my
cock off of me right there.
This was almost to much for me, her aggressive fucking and
the fact that we were actually 'fucking' was putting me into
sensory overload, again.
I was almost to cum when Colleen's body stiffened and she
began a series of shudderings as she had orgasm after orgasm!
"AAAHHH UUHHHMMMMM, yesssssssssssssss!!!!! And then she began
to giggle and giggle!
All of this triggered me, to thrust as hard as I could an to
squirt my load of cum in her hot, wet cunt. UUUHHHHHH UUUUUUHHHHH
AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~~~~~
We were motionless in each other's arms for some time, basking
in the afterglow of a mutually satisfying sexperience.
Later Colleen led me to her shower and we washed each other
sensually to the point that we excited each otherd and we fucked
standing up in the large shower.
~~~~~
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EPILOGUE
After that Saturday, Colleen and I met many times a week,
almost always fucking or sucking or both. We reveled in our
illicit behavior and we would plot ways to do it as dangerously as
we could. Sometimes if I was working the late shift at the
supermarket, I would sneek her in the back and we would fuck in the
backroom.
We had great sex for most of that summer untill, I turned
sixteen and got my first pickup truck. When I had wheels and an
education like I received from Colleen, I was the most confident
guy in town. I discovered there were other women in the world
besides Colleen and her name was Brooke.
Brooke was very mercurial and our dating most exciting. We
seemed to be made for each other, and we went steady for over a
year. As wonderful as Brooke was, it came to an end, and I found
another...
THE END
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