I’m happily retired now. I guess a little earlier than most at age 56 but that what comes from being a fugle businessman.
This story began in my final year of working life.
My 2nd wife and I have moved to a newly built private estate that offers full security from the main gates as well as residential patrols. It was a paleaceous open planned two storey complex, fully fitted with the latest modern furnishings and smart tech speak and sensory touch appliances. You only had to say; “lights on or dim lights” and a room would respond.
With an easy to manage garden out front, at the back, we had a 20-metre pool with a heated spa at one end with absolute privacy from the neighbours. Eight-foot high balsa block walls ensure no peeking eyes.
This was very important as Elise my younger 38-year-old wife and myself, enjoyed a life of nudism. We had freedom and barely wore anything other than underwear when inside, whilst out back, totally nude when the weather was warm.
Needless to say, we fucked a lot.
Elise had been my PA originally and when I could no longer resist the attractive slim 30-year-old back in the day, my persistence ended in us sharing a very sexual affair. Two years later she left her husband of 13 years and we moved in together, marrying another two years later.
As much as I first felt guilty to have broken up a family, it became evident through the divorce that her former husband was an arsehole. Thankfully they did not bear children but there was one casualty in this saga. Elise had enjoyed a close bonded relationship with her step daughter Cassy from her ex-husbands former relationship. Sadly Cassy’s paternal mother was a victim of a serial murderer when Cassy was only 3 years old.
Her husband Jeff had banned any further contact between the two and Elise often suffered from depression episodes when missing Cassy. They had last saw each other when the girl was 9.
Our sex life is nothing short of wild and kinky. We shared and explored all our fantasy’s developing an even more honest and open relationship.
Elise was not overly endowed in the bust and I liked that. She carried proud firm B-cup breasts with small pink nipples that were constantly hard. She had a small 5’3” petite frame that was over shadowed by my larger 6’2” body.
I loved Elise’s body. With Asian heritage, her skin was soft and pale with porcelain smooth shapely legs. Unusual and part of her beauty, were her sexy blue/grey eyes that teased with charisma.
It was not uncommon for Elise to openly masturbate in front of me. She loved displaying her smooth waxed pussy knowingly waiting and watching my cock rise to its full 6.5-inch erection, a dick and balls she insisted on me, keeping smoothly shaven.
As our sexual experiments increased so did our daring. We’d role play scenarios and meet each other as strangers in a bar. That expanded to having her seduce an unsuspecting man or women. She’d fuck them while I watched, something I never imagined would turn me on.
Her victims were usually intoxicated when she bought them home and they never noticed me in the shadows jacking off.
The reverse was also popular for us both and a test of my own confidence, in luring a young lady back home.
Unlike me, Elise only sat in the shadows until the right moment. As soon my engorged member was fully sunk deep inside our over-night victim, Elise joined in licking the girls arse and clit or sucking my balls as they slapped above her face. Only once did our victim resist extra attention, and on many occasions, it was their first bi-sexual experience with another woman.
We had two golden rules. Rule one; We were to always played at home with no exceptions. Our adventures were ever only to be a one-night stand with each conquest and as much as offers were pleaded by them to do it again sometime, our rule was adhered to.
We did not discourage totally however. Because they arrived in the dark and mostly intoxicated, it was important and easier to convince them to be blindfolded driving them back until we were safely out of the neighbourhood.
So to rule 2;The secrecy was essential to our privacy ongoing. The rules also assured we remained in control and kept the devils of jealousy from ever surfacing. We used allias's. I was Jack and Elise was Cindy. What those that joined never suspected in our sexual play, was that we secretly taped every session for our own personal collection.
We both enjoyed our high sex drive. Elise even claimed she had become a nymphomaniac but was satisfied by being simply referred to as; “my filthy slut.” It gave her the license she wanted from me, to be as sexually wicked and slutty as she wanted, without a fearing of not being appreciated and loved.
It began one lazy Sunday afternoon.
The night before we had done a first, a young husband and wife in a swing affair. I fucked Latoria beside Elise who experienced her first thick 8-inch black cock with Jerome. The black pussy I had fucked was attacked later by Elise as the young wife witnessed her big black stud husband, suck my cock to orgasm in another first for me and of course, an event that was all encouraged and manipulated by my dirty slut Elise.
We were outside naked, enjoying the first warm rays of a new spring. Elise had her lap top on her flat toned stomach surfing through face book.
Oh fuck it’s Cassy. I don’t believe it. Look Max, it’s her.” Elise called out screaming excited.
I moved to her side, my dick hanging limp between my legs.
Cassy? Is that her?”
“Yes, it has to be. I would never have guessed Max. She is using her mother’s maiden last name. No profile photo but look, she says her location is Dampier and she’s a senior at Dampier High. It must be my Cassy.” Elise said thrilled.
“One way to find out, ‘friend her’. See what happens. Put a picture on the profile of you and me, so Cassy is sure it is us. Better delete some of our wild friends though, or better, simply start a new profile and contact her, that way we can still enjoy our friends on this shared profile, um use your real name however. It’ll be more likely she recognises you alone instead our other fictitious profile names.”
“Yes, yes, I will do that. Oh Max, I hope she responds.”
Elise ran inside as I laughed at her childish excitement.
An hour later she came back to show me the respectful profile she had created.
I flicked through the pictures and info.
“Nice darling but don’t be afraid to put up a sexy pic as well. The one of you in that bikini I got you last week.”
“I can’t put that up, she’ll think I am a slut Max.”
“You are silly. No, it’s more to show her how good you are looking for your age.” I chuckled receiving a severe slap top my bare arm.
“My age? You old prick, how dare you? I will if you think I should, hang on.”
“Not that one, I can see your pussy, or that one, too slutty. There, this one, the first pick I took when you modelled. You look shy and cute, fucking sexy gorgeous as well.”
Until we fell asleep that night Elise must have checked at least 100 times if Cassy had replied to her message.
In the morning she was in a depression of angst and frustration. I took her shopping to distract her mood.
The computer was flashing a message alert when we returned.
“Oh Fuck, it’s her. Why did we go out?” She screamed angrily.
The message read;
“Mom, I mean Elise, that’s what I should call you right? It was such a great surprise to finally hear from you, about you, you and Max. You sound so happy. I’m doing okay, Dad is still a jerk. God, I miss you. Please message back. I don’t know what to say now. Miss you.”
Elise began to sob as she looked through Cassy’s profile now able to see her photos and her friends.
“Very pretty huh, not the scrawny little kid I remember. Cassy has certainly grown up.” I commented leaning over her shoulder.
“She is, she’s beautiful Max. She must be 17 or 18 now. School soccer star, member of the swim team and it looks like she has lots of friends. More girls than boys thankfully.” Elsie said.
I had undressed as I usually do when home.When Elise blew up a photo of Cassy posing, I could not control my arousal and was momentarily ashamed.
The picture was of Cassy standing proud, legs slightly apart in her navy-blue one-piece swimsuit. Her arms were stretched behind her high holding a maroon towel with gold lettering that said;
“DHS Swim Team 2015”
Cassy’s deep auburn hair was now black and wet, hanging down her cheeks and over her shoulders. Her face radiantly smiling matching the shiny pride of her crystal blue eyes. Unlike Elsie, Cassy’s skin tone was olive and tanned in this shot, flawless. Long firm toned legs stretched to dainty feet.
The swimsuit was tight fitting and suggested by the fleshy swell, that the young girl’s bust was generous, around a c-cup. I lower my eyes, drawn down, over her shapely developing hips and between, between those sexy upper legs.
“Your fucking hard Max, what the fuck?” Elsie suddenly snapped with an elbow to my thigh catching me in the middle of perversion.
“She is sexy though. You can look but no touching mister. I can’t believe you are aroused Max. That’s hot.” Elsie said affectionately patting the side of my stiffer ection as if forgiving me.
Elise sent another message telling Cassy if she could, to be online at 9pm so they could talk. She waited a moment and then gave up expecting an immediate reply.
“Better fix this problem you have huh Max? Let’s be wicked and imagine Cassy’s mouth on this big cock.” she said in a low sultry tone as she gripped my shaft and began licking the sensitive underside.
“Oh fuck my wicked slut, yes.”
“Just like the role play Max, when you played my daddy remember. Tell Cassy to suck your cock, cum on Cassy’s face daddy.”
It was a muddled fantasy with images mixed running beneath my closed eyes. A blow job that was sensationally eruptive when I came.
Panties around her calves, knees bent open and her short sundress high across her belly, Elsie was masturbating vigorously when my eyes finally opened. My seed covered her cheeks and neck as her free hand scooped the spillage toward her lips. I was so aroused, pleasured and thankful Elise was not disgusted in me.
I knelt on my knees, tore her panties from her ankles and spread her legs open. My mouth ravaged her sloppy wet cunt sucking loudly as her clit snapped from my lips. Elsie herself pulled her ankles back to her shoulders, lifting and opening her sex for satisfaction. I was rewarded seconds later with a surge of her fresh juicy orgasm.
“That was so good daddy, better fuck me hard later and punish me for being such a wicked slut yes?”
“I will my little cunt just as soon as I get some chores done before the sun goes to bed.” I laughed lifting myself up and offering a hand to Elsie.
“Love you so much Max.” she whispered kissing my cheek.
“Love you more Elsie. You are perfect, a perfect bitch whore in my life.”
• End Chapter 1
(Please comment and tell me if you would like a 2nd chapter)
I did not see Helen ‘performing’ again and in fact saw very little of
her in the back yard while the weather tried its best to return to
winter with regular rain showers and a cool breeze gusting at times from the
north.
When the weather finally settled back to warm rather then hot I made
an effort to make contact with my shy neighbor spending a lot of time out back preparing and
planting a new summer crop of vegetables.
“Hello Helen. How are you this lovely day?” I called leaning an elbow
on top of the fence separating our blocks.
She was hanging out some
laundry wearing another drab maxi length sundress that did nothing to
show the wonders that hid beneath.
Her head startled looked away to one side as she replied;
“Um, err, good thanks Mr Lexin. How, how about you?”
“Oh I am fine Helen, really fine thanks.” I replied with a controlled
knowing tone as if talking to a child.
“Good to see summer has returned at last huh? I suppose the family
will be taking holidays soon?”
“Err, yes it is. No, no we don’t do that thing. We are servants of the
church you see. I, I don’t see you attending our church, do you have
the faith Mr Lexin?” she enquired still very uncomfortable to be
having this conversation but too polite not to make a quick excuse and run
inside, at least not until her chore was complete.
She turned her back to me as she hung up some of Rick’s overalls.
“No I am afraid to say I am a regular sinner Helen. I have no time for
religion I am afraid.” I chuckled watching her hips and ass strain as
she stretched with clothes pegs.
“Oh, then may God forgive you Sir. What about your wife, your family?
I have not noticed anyone else over there.” She asked then quickly
apologized;
“I am so sorry, it is not for me to know or even ask, forgive me.”
“Don’t apologize silly. I have been there and done that. My ex-wife
lives up-state with my daughter. I moved here about 10 years ago to get
away in fact. You might see my daughter from time to time, she visits
a few times a year but other then that I am too old to start again and
have no desire to live with those complications.” I informed wanting
her to know I lived very much alone.
“Oh I see, I am sorry. I have to go now Mr Lexin. My husband is going
away for the week on Saturday. He is helping another parish build a
new church so I have lots to do.” She said gathering the empty clothe
basket and turning to go back inside.
“Very well Helen, you may go. I understand.” I said in a dismissive tone.
She bowed her head and scurried inside.
I watched Rick leave mid afternoon Saturday and for the rest of the
weekend kept a close eye on any movement from next door but neither
Helen or her daughter Jenney appeared outside.
By Sunday night I was anxious, ready to make my move the next day and
as soon as Jenney’s school bus departed I went through the side gate
to knock on the windowpane of Helens back sliding door.
“Mr Lexin? “How, how can I help you? Is something wrong?” she asked
just sliding the door an inch open.
She was barefoot still in a thick woolly dressing gown and her hair
was un-brushed, her face plain without any make-up with her gorgeous
blue eyes wide with concern.
“Yes Helen, something is very wrong. May I come in?”
“No, no Sir. My husband has very strict rules. I. I cannot allow
that.” She said down casting her eyes.
“I think your husband would want to know what I have to tell you Helen
and I respect his rule. That is why I came to the back and not the
front silly.” I chided her enjoying her quiet submissive nature.
She pushed the door wider and stood back gathering her robe tight
around her chest covering what was already tightly held.
“What, what is so important that my husband should know Sir. I will
call him this instant.” Helen asked nervously picking up the kitchen
phone extension.
“Oh I think you might like to hear what it is before you make any
calls Helen. It’s a matter of great concern, something you need to
listen to first I am sure.” I said resting the camcorder on her
kitchen bench as she backed back against the sink full of soapsuds and
dishes.
“What, what is it?” she asked again fretting.
“You had better look at what I have on my cam Helen, I think that will
explain my concerns.” I said firmly pressing the go button and
stepping away.
Helen still clutching her robe moved slowly closer to view the tiny
screen. Within seconds she gasp covering her mouth as her face flush a
crimson red then turned away speaking to the wall away from me.
“How, how dare you do that, film me Sir.”
“Turn around Helen and watch it all please.” I commanded knowing she
had only seen the hose dance to date.
“I think it is me, or even your husband that should be asking ‘how
dare you’ hmmm?”
She watched horrified as the recording exposed her sexual play. Her
entire body frame was trembling as she covered her eyes realizing I
had captured all of her dirty play.
“Well, what do you have to say for yourself Helen? I do not think your
husband has any idea about his dirty filthy wife does he now? Shall we
make the call? What is his number please?” I asked talking down to her
like a principle to a student.
Her eyes flared wide in shock as she backed again back to the bench
needing to place a hand for support.
“Get that terrible thing out of here Sir. You have no right to do
that. It, its an invasion of my privacy!” she said defiantly with a voice
that trembled.
“In that case I will await Rick’s return and come over then Helen. I
am sure Jenney will understand what her mommy gets up to as well hmm?”
“Oh dear God no, you can’t. Please I beg you.”
“Beg me? That is so sweet. No, I want more from you then polite words
of pleading Helen. How far are you willing to go to protect your happy
house from such a scandal huh?” I asked moving into her space to rest
my ass against the opposite bench.
“It will be a huge scandal Helen.” I repeated
“I don’t know. How, what, how can I have you destroy that?” she pleaded again.
“Easily Helen. All you have to do is be that girl for me. Yes, I want
you to obey and do as told understand and then, only then will I
consider destroying this terrible evidence. That is not so hard is
it?”
“You mean, um, err, you want me to do what exactly?” she said in
horror as her mind digested what I meant.
“I think you know Helen. I said I was a sinner and I want you to be
sinful for me. Is that easier to understand then?”
She remained silent, her belly heaving in panic.
I walked across the room close to her and she slithered away as I
picked up the phone from its wall socket.
“What, what are you doing?”
“Ringing Rick stupid, what do you think?”
“No, no please, I, I will do it, do as you tell me, please don’t call Rick.”
I had her. She was crying now and totally desperate as the nightmare
unfolded in her mind now aware of just what I might expect of her.
“Good girl Helen. First rule is. Take off that gown, strip naked right
here and now please. Do it!” I ordered raising my voice.
She looked up horrified with her brow wrinkled in disgust. Seeing my
arms folded defiant standing as if like a guard, blocking her way out
of the small space, her head suddenly collapse and hung submissively
down and her arms dropped to her sides surrendering.
“Start anytime you like Helen, I have all day, well at least until
Jenney gets home but know this stupid, you will obey me or else. I
think you know I am serious about what the consequences might be. Now
take it off!” I shouted standing upright.
Her hands fumbled as she undid the lash that held her robe. Her head
remained downcast as the robe slid from her shoulders to her feet. She
stood in ankle length nightdress and unbuttoned its three studs at the
top. Hesitating once more, she gathered the hem low and lifted the
thin material over her head then stood with her hands covering across
the front of her ancient looking granny panties. Her bra was loose and
ill fitting, her elbows making the garment lift at the sides exposing
just a hint of her milky white breast.
One foot covered the other in
the silence as my eyes perused upon her sexy slim frame. Her skin tone
so pale, smooth like porcelain with a splash of freckles across the
shoulders and down her chest.
I waited enjoying her discomfort.
“Very, very nice Helen, now the rest please.” I said in a softer but
authoritative tone.
Her rich auburn hair covered the sides and front of her face as she
sobbed trying to unclasp her bra. It dropped to her toes and her hands
quickly covered her naked chest.
“Keep going stupid, take those granny knickers off as well please.” I
commanded feeling the thick solid bulge swell in my shorts.
Adrenalin was pumping through my body like never before such was
the thrill of having such an overpowering control. Oh I had done
similar in the whorehouses though never like this, never with an
amateur suburban innocent. This was a fantasy come true and my cock
signified just that as precum wet the front of my shorts.
Her fingers trembled as her thumbs hooked into the lining and slowly
dragged her panties down till they dropped from her knees.
“Hands by your side stupid. Let me see now Helen.” I snapped annoyed
when she covered up.
I loved the humiliation factor and found it even more arousing as she
stood shaking naked in front of me with her head cast to one side
sobbing quietly while she stood exposed.
Her thick mound of dark ginger looked as if it had never been trimmed.
The forest of red hid most of her mound and seemed to be growing from
the top of her thighs so thick.
“That will have to go Helen. I don’t want to see that ugly mess of
hair on your cunt. That is so not sexy my girl.” I swore for the first
time.
Her breast drooped with her shoulders but when I asked her to
straighten up, they produced pert and beautiful, her small pink
nipples erect like tiny rubber erasers slightly pointing to the sides.
I walked to her, lifted her chin up forcing her to look into my eyes.
“I am disappointed Helen. Your body is worthless. How the fuck do you
expect me to fuck you if looking at you does not turn me on huh? You
stupid slut.” I asked informing her of my intent then shocking her as
a hand slapped across her left breast hard.
Her nose was running and dribbled onto her neck as she flinched at the
suddenly pain.
I slapped her right breast just as hard, then her face as I held her gaze.
“Yes my stupid little Nun fuck, I am going to fuck you hard and make you
behave, teach you how to honor and be a good obedient little cunt
understand?” I spat in her face that shoved her jaw away.
“Get up on the bench slut, now, Lay down Please Helen.”
Tears came again as she stumbled climbing onto the kitchen bench. She
lay down with eyes tightly closed and nervous ripples of fear
shivering through her body.
“Open them silly girl. Open your legs and show me this dirty little
pussy you have.”
She made the mistake of whimpering and hesitating once more and felt
the palm of my hand slap across her right nipple. Her legs sprang
apart fast and dropped over the sides just above her knees totally
exposing her sex to me.
I was right. Her pussy was a mess of thick red hair, hair that grew on
the inside vertex of her high upper thighs and continued down
disappearing into her bum crack. What amused me was the tiny beads of
wet crystal like dew drops that clung to her thick bush just below the
entrance of her fuck hole.
“So fucking dirty, shit, have you showered today bitch. Your pussy
smells terrible.” I lied leaning close to inhale her sweet sexy aroma.
“S, sorry.” She mumbled in a soft whimper of shame.
“I should think so Helen. Now lets see if this little hairy cum trap
works shall we?” I said feeling her legs stiffen as a hand suddenly
groped her open snatch and proceeded to molest her pussy and slit.
“Fucking wet little cunt aren’t you slut?” I asked as two fingers
roughly finger fucked her sloppy sodden tunnel.
Her sobs converted into little moans of pleasure as my fingers abused her
sex. I could sense her cuming. Surprised at how soon when her bum lifted
to meet my raping fingers.
I fucked her hard and fast curling a knuckle up to seek out her sweet
spot and her thighs responded by lifting off the surface with each
penetrating thrust of my hand.
“Yes as I suspected, a needy little cunt we have here. I can see why
you faltered and got caught my girl. Your pussy needs lots of
attention I think. You like this way too much my dirty slut. Say it,
tell me you are a filthy little nun slut.” I demanded slowing my
fingers as I spat more spittle over her slit.
“Ye, yes, yes I am a filthy s, slut.” she moaned conceding to her
body’s desires.
“Damn right Helen. My little slave fuck now understands? I might be
almost twice your age but my cock will still enjoy servicing this tight
cum trap I promise.” I said driving my fingers faster.
Then she cum, she cum hard lifting her ass from the bench that now
pooled her pussy secretions in a small shiny puddle underneath as my hand fucked
and held still feeling her spasms of climax cover my fingers.
I left my hand there as she tried to curl into the fetal position then
with a sudden shift, grabbed a fist of her hair and dragged her
roughly to the floor not wanting her mind to come back to reality.
She sat sideways panting with her head down as I pulled both my shorts
and boxers to my ankles still with a fist of her hair in my grasp.
My cock jerked free swaying about as if seeking a target. A long
string of precum connected still from my cock tip to the hem of my
boxers at my feet.
I tugged her face to my phallus.
“Suck it bitch. Show me you welcome your new Master Helen, please me
slut or else.” I demanded slapping my throbbing cock across her cheeks
again amused as her mouth opened.
Helens face looked frustrated as my
shaft slapped from side to side denying her catch. When I stopped she
hungrily accepted my thick pulsating shaft and sucked enthusiastically
not concerned when I held her hair and begun to fuck her face.
“Oh what have we here, a little pro cock sucker it seems.” I chuckled down.
“Kneel and open your legs slut.”
Helen struggled onto her knees and as commanded let them drift wide
without losing my cock in her mouth.
Her hands began to explore and fondle my balls, squeezing them
slightly hungry op please me.
“Good girl, very good Helen. I think its been a while since you had a
cock in your mouth am I right? Tell me whore, you want to be my little
cocksucking slut huh?” I asked allowing my cock head to touch the back
of her throat making her cough and choke a little.
Without warning I snapped my bare foot up between her open legs and into her heated sex causing Helens throat to groan loudly and muffled.
Not detered by my aggrssive cruelness she grasped my shaft pulling it from her mouth and proceeded to jerk
the slippery phallus as she spoke with wild enthusiasm.
“Oh God yes, yes. I want to be so bad, I want to be your nasty dirty
cum slut Mr Lexin.” She panted in short breaths then quickly began to
gobble my dick sloppily and urgently.
I knew there was a hidden slut beneath all that closed covered garb
and now as Helen serviced me I was sure I had already broken her
divine spirit enough to take full advantage of my sexy young neighbor.
I slapped her face away leaving her panting and unsure.
“Get on your hands and knees bitch.”
This time there was no hesitation and she quickly assumed the
position.
Gone were the tears replaced now by a bodily sexual sweat.
Her ginger covered pussy and ass were a mess of wetness clinging to
her thick pubic hair as if she had just come from a naked swim.
I slapped her backside cheeks hard twice before she felt my cockhead
press to her sex and with a deep long sigh, she lowered her face to
the floor as my cock fucked easily through her tightness.
I began to fuck her harder, feeling my balls slap under at her slit
with each urgent thrust.
My hands parted her bum crack and my thumbs
probed over her hairy puckered anus making her moan loudly.
“Such a dirty little fuck Helen. I think we have lots to explore huh?”
I chuckled again feeling her desire to be touched there.
“Yes, yes fuck me Master, fuck me good Mr Lexin. Oh God yes!” she whimpered.
“I am going to fill your filthy pussy with cum whore.” I grunted
feeling my balls tighten ready.
“Yes, no, no don’t. Don’t cum in me please.”
“Oh fuck, too late stupid.” I called and grunted as my cock exploded
deep inside her womb.
I felt her pussy tighten and release just after the third jet of cum
spat inside her delicious cunt.
When I was done I used a foot to push her to the side and watched
amused as my seed seeped from her thick vulva lips as they pursed
tight between her thighs.
I moved to stand over her.
“Lick me clean like a good dirty bitch please Helen.”
With a mixture of grief, shame and pleasure she accepted taking by
drooping wet cock to gently lick and suck clean.
Again I pushed her away and dressed as she lay on the floor digesting
all that had just happened.
I could sense her shame and guilt as she spoke looking away.
“What if, um, I might be pregnant? What do I tell Rick?” she said
quietly as things began to dawn.
“Tell him nothing stupid. Just make sure you fuck him when he gets
back, in fact I order you to and when you do you will recall what
happened today, tomorrow and the next day silly slut because this is
not done. You will be my fuck toy slave slut from now on understand? Otherwise Ricks gets to know everything and don’t be a dumb ass and go
to confession. That would be your biggest mistake stupid, telling the
priest, fuck. No. You just keep this all to your self and enjoy being
my stupid slave fuck okay?”
“Yes, yes Sir.” Helen replied with a half grin on her face not looking up.
“And Helen, get rid of that hairy fucking mess. It is disgusting okay?”
“I,I can’t. Rick would never allow it and would be suspicious of me I am sure.”
“Tell him you had to. Your gynecologist recommended so. Why the fuck I
don’t know, just say it was for personal hygiene or something but get
rid of it, most of it anyhow. At least shave that dirty ass and trim
the majority away Helen. It is such a turn off.”
“Yes Sir.”
“I will call over this afternoon and I expect you to be ready Helen. I
don’t expect to see you wearing any clothes when I return and in fact
you are never to wear those granny knickers ever again understand? I
don’t care where you go but you are to go without panties from now
on.” I informed sternly then without another word left her.
I watched her from outside through the glazed door.
She stood shakily in the kitchen and looked down opening her legs
intrigued as my fertile seed leaked to the floor from her pussy. She
rubbed herself again to another orgasm that came very quickly and as
she did, she scooped white cream from her pussy to suck and savior
with eyes closed tightly.
“Yes whore, perfect. Where have you been all my life you stupid bitch?
I am going to enjoy using your body very much my sexy little nun
slut.” I thought waking across to my house.
You know the type. She was married at 16 to the same man that got her pregnant, the only person to have ever touched her and a good 10yrs older. Her parents had thrown her out because of the scandal and she had been condemned by the church for allowing such a sin but forgiven after practicing her faith regularly in a new county, so today, Helen would be regarded as a God fearing woman in every respect having thrown herself into that faith and its many voluntary demands within the local community.
Now in her late 20’s with a workaholic husband Rick and a 14yr old daughter Jenny who for all money might be headed down the same path. Young Jenny whom I sense has a bit of a rebel within her personality, is one to turn heads just like her mother did as a young teen.
Helen was still extremely attractive with a nice slender body, small boobs yes but that is debatable as she dresses to cover up mostly, afraid of any attention and shy of a compliment.
I met her and her family the day they moved in next door and straight away I noticed her submissive nature when she stood a foot behind her hugely overweight husband with her eyes averting contact to mine.
That was 4 months ago, winter had since melted into summer and it was during the heat wave I discovered her naughty secrets.
Helen had no idea I could see all of her backyard if I stood on the toilet seat of my ensuite and peeked out and I did that first hot morning just out of curiosity, drawn by the soft beat of her portable CD player sat under the patio.
She had been watering the garden and frequently pointed the hose in the air so she could let this unnatural rain fall upon her rich auburn hair and knee length sundress. It was an obvious cooling method and her arms clasped to her side as the light breeze chilled her body cool.
Helens figure was stunning to say the least. As her wet dress clung tight and wet to her body it highlighted the sexy outline of her frame and hugged the very curves of her breast and hips to a point I could clearly see the outline of her bra and panties.
Helen repeated this manouver a few times and seemingly was enjoying the experience of her cooling method.
I quickly took my small cam recorder and began capturing the sexy moments sure that she would soon run inside and when she did, I would replay the images and slowly jerk off until satisfied. She went a step further however.
Obviously sure she was not to be seen and with the knowledge that her husband Rick would not be home until dark and as well with her daughter Jenney safely tucked in at school for 6 more hours, Helen stripped away her heavy drab church like sun dress and let it fall on the grass.
Her skin was like milk, pale as the moon on a misty knight. I imagined it was one of the few times Helen ever exposed her body to the sun.
Childishly she skipped about the yard giggling to herself as she let her body catch more rain from the hose.
I reached down to feel my thick throbbing shaft through my shorts as I admired her sexy long legs and petite frame and by zooming close, I could make out the darker wet patch of her red thistle between her legs and the almost transparent shade of her small erect nipples. She must have noticed as well.
As if she caught a glimpse of herself in the large glass pane of her sliding back door she stopped and stood looking sadly at that image.
She dropped the hose letting it flood about her bare feet and slowly, ever so slowly let her hand trace over the contours of her hips and breast as if discovering her body all over again.
I watched her knead her soft swells through her wet bra then she allowed her other stray hand to caress lower over her pale flat belly and push firm between her legs.
Her thighs bent to trap her wondering hand and her head shot backwards throwing her dark auburn wet tangled knots behind her back.
Her eyes closed as she began to press her fingers over the material of her wet panties forcing firm between her thick bush of pubic hair.
I watched in awe as she continued to masturbate oblivious to my spying then as she began to struggle with her arousal, she collapse, plonking her ass in the wet puddle at her feet with legs and knees tucked under her thighs.
With one arm to the ground behind as support, Helen arched her body back, her free hand pressed up under her bra exposing one delicious pink areola that sprang sharp and erect. She quickly pushed her bra to her neck releasing her beautiful pert breast and began plucking at both nipples. Yes, she had gorgeous ripe firm breast B cup if not C with small pink nippes centered perfectly. A hand shaking, slid down her torso to bury hungrily under the hem of her panties.
First she tugged one handed at the lining until her panties held stretched from thigh to thigh showing me her luscious mound of red pubic hair. More urgently she used both hands to push her knickers away entirely so she could spread her legs and almost immediately, fingers searched through her exposed pussy and began finger fucking her shinny wet cunt.
Her bare ass on the grass, ripples of skin formed on her belly as she sat upright and slanted a little forward as two fingers pounded her hungry cunt. I was surprised when with eyes closed, she felt for the still gushing hose head and quickly took it to aim with at her slit.
Helen bit her bottom lip, her toes curled inward as the jet spray of the hose took her to ecstasyas it massaged over her clit.
Sated she threw the hose away, collapsed on her back and let her naked thighs drop wide open before her fingers withdrew from her exposed fuck hole. Those fingers trembled as she caressed them back over her breast and touched them to her lips before slowly savoring thier taste and she lay there for another five minutes dazed with eys squinted closed to the sun letting her baody recover.
Rolling to her side to stand up, she stubbled a little then collected her belongings, raced to the tap to turn the hose off.
For another ten minutes helen paraded about the yard enjoying her naked freedom posing to a pretend camera occasionally as she smelled flowers or touched a tree branch.
Again she surprised me before the show was over. I sudden urge seen her hand clasp again between her legs as her knees crossed.
She squatted under a tree balancing on her ankles and began to pee onto the dirt with a hand bending a small limb down for support. One knee dropped open as she admired her golden stream darkening wet the small bare patch of earth. There was a half smile of relief on her face and as she finished. Her left hand rubbed through her wet pussy once again. I was shocked when she raised those glistening digits to her face and tentitively smelled her dirty aroma. Helen looked nervously around the yard and for a fleeting moment I thought the dirty bitch was going to taste her own piss but with a face flushed inembarrassment and shame, she skirted inside with her wet clothing clutched to her naked breast.
I only had to replay the video half way through before my throbbing 6 inch phallus exploded over my chest and belly.
“Oh fuck yeah, good girl. That’s it my little nun cunt.” I gasped having used the pure religious image of Helen in my mind to assist my climax.
later while showering off my mind hatched a plan.
“Yes my sexy nun fuck. I think I can take advantage of what you showed me today. I’ll just wait until hubby is out of town before I make the move my dirty closet slut.”
What is the best term to equally describe a male as a slut?
The term 'slut' used either affectionately or dregradingly toward a female seems to fit well but what do we call a male who fucks anything or everything around.
We see many words that can offend the female feelings in society such as slut, whore, trash and the like but really, do the opposite words offend men like, asshole, giggilo, prick, bastard or pervert and seriously, men are rarely offended by these choices.
I think calling either sex a 'cunt' is the most offensive tag but we need to find or invent another term for a man who acts like a 'slut' in the real terms, something that can either be taken as offensive and degrading or the opposite, as an endearmeant to sex play.
The dictionary describes a 'slut' as " a promiscurous woman" but could I find a word describing a 'promiscuous man'? Nope. A little sexist right?
Again I find that the word 'nymphomaniac' only describes a female with an abnormal and intense sexual desire. There is no similar word for a male of the same nature. (more sexism, lol and I am sure most man have the same 'abnormal intense desire')
Lets find an answer.
The description is simple, one word that describes;
A promiscuous man of little moral value, nymphomaniac in nature. i.e, one masculine word for a nymphomaniac male slut.
Lets fix this gross error and use it often so the dictionarys of the world pick up the new word.
Suggestions are welcome but it has to sound offensive to males. So come on girls, tell this ignorant male what you think. Lets make the status-quo fair.:)
It's about time I guess. I have been on this site for a few years and only now after reading others, felt I should say something of myself.
Okay. I've been a single dad most of my life and still am now though it should not be long before my daughter leaves the nest.
I guess the thing I see now is that raising a child of todays generation has kept me in touch with most things
One thing that I discovered is how open minded and "educated' todays generation is and that I love.
A regret in myself is that I was so much stuck in the "missionary" postion for far too long..lol.
I love to write erotic stories, explicit in nature and usually involving and age gap scenario. (well at my age admiring the sexy young body of a younger woman/girl is just second nature and part of the food chain, at least, it is a natural thing for a male right?. All men admire other woman/girls in some respect and are liars if they say they don't. (It does not make them pedo if that female is underage 12-16, just simply, an admirer of potential later in life, what might be etc)
I have many fantasies, some of the incest nature, others taboo and all safely locked in a creative imagination.
My first sexual experience was at 10yrs, a female friend I will say for now (relative aged 26) liked to express her love of nature.
One summer I stayed at her farm, a little property about 200ks from where i lived. She was a rebel according to my dad and other relatives. (later I was to discover she was Lesbian and that was the one thing my family at the time, could not deal with.)
I will call her Jane and Jane was my first impressionable love.
An injury on the third day of my 2-week vacation saw a dramtic change. A poddy calf back-kicked me high on the thigh and hip and as a boy, I cried like a baby. Jane took me inside and before long I had my pants off for her to inspect the servere bruising.(with lots of coaxing)
Seeing me uncomfortable she took off her top and progressed to undress as she treated my wounds until she herself was naked explaining, "there is nothing wrong being nude Lexin, the human body is to be admired not hidden"
At this age I had no physical repsonse other then in the mind and how awesome it was to see a woman naked. Jane had small tits, A-cups maybe B but to me they were huge breast and something to behold. I had no idea what a girl looked like until that moment and had really never wondered.
Even back then her pussy was smoothly shaven and I found myself starring from pussy to boob and back again much to her amusement.
To cut the story short I will say that the next days saw us rarley with clothes on and I found the freedom exciting. That was not all though.
Jane some might say "used" or "abused" me, something I would strongly defend on her part as I was a keen as ever to let her take me down this educational trip, to lead me astray.
In doing so she also taught me how to "help" her and that included most things you can imagine without going into details.
She was able to get me to a "stiffy" stage and used that as well though I never ejeculated, in fact, it was almost 2 years later before that happened.
The episode did mess up my teens to some exent but not in a bad way. It just left me frustrated because it was seven years later when I finally lost my virginity. There were no "bad" girls in my small town..lol..and as a shy awkward teen and a dad that never had porn in the house, I used that experience and the memories with Jane many times over to get off.
I had the gults as well, the dirty feeling of being perverted. It was just how society was back then. Anything sexual was hidden, forbidden, taboo, all of which I made sure was not going to be the case in raising my children.
You might say it was the birthing of a creative imagination if nothing else though during this time I never put pen to paper.
What happened?
Jane was ostriized from the family and though they never found out what had happened, because of her sexuallity she was excluded from any family functions and as so, there were no more visits to her farm.
Sadly, when I was in my late teens Jane was killed in an accident and I never had the chance to thank her, in fact I doubt at that age I was even thinking of her then until after the fact. Such is the way with a young buck.
Today my stories go back to those curious immature teen years where I am able to relive my feelings and emotions within the scripts.
My role playing days were an inspiration as I met woman and girls of all ages with open non judgmental minds and rewrote those tales into chapters, sometimes for them but mostly for my own satisfaction.
My view is, 'she' can have a pretty face and a sexy gorgeous body but first and foremost it is how 'she' uses her mind, that is the "sexy". A woman that can express what she wants and likes to no matter what the consiquence, is the sexy one.
Any relationship needs its "pillow talk" hours to discover someone best. Those personal periods after sex when you lay and chat long into the next day.It is through these 'sessions' that I find I discover and admire more about a person in a deeper sense. For me it is a place of freedom, sacred to both as secrets and fantasise are revealled.
About time I guess. I have been on this site for 2 years and only now after reading others, felt I should say something of myself.
Okay. a single dad most of my life and still am now though it should not be long before my daughter leaves the nest.
I guess the thing is that raising a child of todays generation has kept me in touch with most things One thing that I discovered is how open minded and "educated' todays generation is and that I love. A regret in myself is that i was so much stuck in the "missionary" postion for far too long..lol.
I love to write erotic stories, explicit in nature and usually involving and age gap scenario. (well at my age admiring the sexy young body of a younger woman/girl is just second nature and part of the food chain, at least, it is a natural thing for a male right?. All men admire other woman/girls in some respect and are liars if they say they don't. (It does not make them pedo if that female is underage 12-16, just simply, an admirer of potential later in life, what might be etc)
I have many fantasies, some of the incest nature, others taboo and all safely locked in a creative imagination.
My first sexual experience was at 10yrs, a female friend I will say for now (relative aged 26) liked to express her love of nature.
One summer I stayed at her farm, a little property about 200ks from where i lived. She was a rebel according to my dad and other relatives. (later i was to discover she was gay and that was the one thing my family in the time, could not deal with.)
I will call her Jane and Jane was my first impressionable love.
An injury on the third day of my 2-week vacation saw a dramtic change. A poddy calf back-kicked me high on the thigh and hip and as a boy, I cried like a baby. Jane took me inside and before long I had my pants off for her to inspect the servere bruising.(with lots of coaxing) Seeing me uncomfortable she took off her top and progressed to undress as she treated my wounds until she herself was naked explaining, "there is nothing wrong being nude Lexin, the human body is to be admired not hidden" At this age I had no physical repsonse other then in the mind and how awesome it was to see a woman naked. Jane had small tits, A-cups maybe B but to me they were huge breast and something to behold. I had no idea what a girl looked like until that moment and had really never wondered.
Even back then her pussy was smoothly shaven and I found myself starring from pussy to boob and back again much to her amusement.
To cut the story short I will say that the next days saw us rarley with clothes on and I found the freedom exciting. It was not all though. Jane some might say "used" or "abused" me, something I would strongly defend on her part as i was a keen as ever to let her take me down this educational trip. In doing so she also taught me how to "help" her and included most things you can imagine.
She was able to get me to a "stiffy" stage and used that as well though I never ejeculated, in fact, it was almost 2 years later before that happened. ( I cant go into more deatil here)
The episode did mess up my teens to some exent but not in a bad way. It just left me frustrated because it was seven years later when I finally lost my virginity. There were no "bad" girls in my small town..lol..and as a shy awkward teen and a dad that never had porn in the house, i used that experience with Jane many times over to get off. I had the gults as well, the dirty feeling of being perverted. It was just how society was back then. Anything sexual was hidden, forbidden, taboo, all of which I made sure was not going to be the case in raising my children.
You might say it was the birthing of a creative imagination if nothing else though during this time I never put pen to paper
What happened?
Jane was ostriized from the family and though they never found out what had happened, because of her sexuallity she was excluded from any family functions and as so, there were no more visits to her farm. Sadly, when I was in my late teens Jane was killed in an accident and I never had the chance to thank her, in fact I doubt at that age I was even thinking of her then until after the fact Such is the way with a young buck.
Today my stories go back to those curious immature teen years where I am able to relive my feelings and emotions within the scripts.
My role playing days were an inspiration as i met woman and girls of all ages with open non judgmental minds and rewrote those tales into chapters, sometimes for them but mostly for my own satisfaction.
My view is, she can have a pretty face and a sexy gorgeous body but first and foremost it is her mind that is the "sexy" A woman that can express what she wants and likes no matter what, is the sexy one and any relationship needs its "pillow talk" hours to discover someone best.
