An absolutely true story

This actually happened, only just last year. It might take me a few installments to tell the whole story.

Katie is 15 years younger than me and breathtakingly pretty: about 5�.9�, with flawless light caramel skin, icy blue eyes, jet black hair, the sweetest voice, a slim waist, an absolutely gorgeous bum and long smooth legs that look unbelievable in high heels.

A beguiling mixture of poise and shyness, Katie leaves quite a mess in her wake, every guy she encounters wanting to fuck her. She has not just good looks, but a movement about her that screams of both sexual confidence and kitten-like innocence. What most men don�t know, but can probably suspect, is that all of this comes together in bed, where Katie is a mind-blowing collision of sexy and cute: the closed-eyes, the fingertips to the lips and the sweet, desperate cries (she is surprisingly loud) tell of a girl utterly submissive, but the way she moves when aroused � how she seems to know what every inch of her body is doing, and how it will look and feel to a man � betrays a girl who, despite having only had a handful of lovers, is expert at the art of sex. It has always been my belief that few men could have sex with Katie without falling instantly, head-over-heels in love with her.

Our sexual kinks compliment each other. I�m a hopeless sucker for a girl who knows she�s irresistible and how to use it, and Katie gets a sexual thrill out of knowing she�s making a man crazy (she regularly dresses up in heels, sexy little skirts or lingerie and dances for me, getting turned on by how sexy she looks and how mad with lust she�s making me, until I can finally stand it no more and fuck her hard). She loves to watch herself in the mirror, wimpering with excited disgust at the sight of my cock sinking into her from behind, and she�ll often suck me so that we can both see, her pretty legs straight and her pert bum raised as she bends at the waist to take my cock between her lips. Like many Catholic girls, Katie�s fantasies are almost entirely to do with her virtue being outraged � the �good girl� obligate into being �bad� � her precious beauty indulged and used by men who lust after her so intensely that they become naturals who gormandise her regardless of her wishes. I have a bitter-sweet obsession with imagining Katie being fucked by someone else, a man who appreciates her beauty as I do, and for whom the sight of her smooth legs spreading for him would be so powerful as to move him to completely annihilate her, consuming her until this exquisite creature is transformed into a shameful whore, his lust closer to hatred than love.

Katie and I had often fantasised aloud to each other, our role playing going to elaborate lengths, she dressing as she might were she going to a niteclub and me pretending to be someone else, fucking her hard and selfishly, Katie relating the details of the fuck with the �stranger� some time later. I often wondered whether either of us would handle it were the fantasy to become something real.

Last year, when Katie was 25 and her body more delectable than ever, we moved cities to a place where we had virtually no friends at all. We made a point of accepting every invitation to every event, just to meet new people if nothing else. At one such corporate event one evening we were introduced to a 50-year-old man called Peter, who claimed to be an entrepreneur, though his vague explanations of what he actually did made me suspect he was not all he seemed, his true vocation something less than socially acceptable. Tall, slightly stooped and carrying some excess weight, with grey, thinning hair, a large nose and a faintly obnoxious self confidence, he was not the sort of man most husbands would consider a potential threat, particularly when your wife is a young hardbody who can pick and choose from every man in the world. But he had a presence about him, that�s for sure, and I noticed him paying Katie lots of attention (more than he was paying his own partner, to her evident annoyance) and she accepting his overtures with some curiosity. At the end of the night we exchanged phone numbers and agreed we�d meet up again some time in the future.

During sex that night, the usual topics arose, and I asked Katie whether Peter had interested her sexually. She paused for a while before answering, finally venturing: �I suspect he�d probably be the selfish type, and that would be interesting, I suppose.�

A few days later, I answered the phone to find it was Peter. He wanted to know whether we might like to go for a take the following Friday. As it happened, I was to address a work meeting the following Saturday morning, and had set aside Friday night to complete the report I had not yet even begun, so an evening of leisure was quite out of the question for me. Peter then asked whether Katie might be free to come by on her own. The idea of my wife meeting Peter and his partner for dinner didn�t seem at all strange, so I said I�d ask her and she�d call him back. When I mentioned it to my wife, she was at first keen, until she asked whether I was sure Peter had said his partner would be attending and I realised then that I wasn�t. After some discussion, we agreed that Katie would ring back and gently enquire, for while she was happy to occasionally entertain thoughts of Peter while fantasising, she found him too dubious a character to consider making the fantasy a reality.

But when Katie phoned him back, her shyness took over (or perhaps it was his arrogance) and she hung up the phone having made a date with Peter while no wiser as to whether it would be just the two of them.

The next few days saw Katie repeatedly lifting the phone to cancel her date with Peter only to hang up without calling and, on the afternoon of the date itself, I actually found Katie quietly shedding a few nervous tears in the kitchen, and I wondered whether I shouldn�t call Peter myself and be a normal husband for a change. But we agreed that it needn�t be such a big deal. They were to meet at a bar at 7.00pm, and if Katie arrived to find Peter alone and herself uncomfortable in his presence, she need only have a few takes and politely call it a night.

So my sweet young wife stole herself and got ready; strappy heels, and a short, white, Roman-style dress that showed off her back, shoulders and lovely long legs. The place they were meeting was a sexy hang for models and the like, and there was no way Katie was going to be outdone in such a place. Plus, she may not have been comfortable with the idea of having sex with Peter, but that didn�t mean she wasn�t going to send him home with a massive erection in his pants.

As she climbed into the taxi, I reminded her to go to the bathroom and call me on her cell phone if she was in need of a rescue. She smiled and told me to call her in an hour or so, just to be sure. She added that all this worry had probably been for nothing, as Peter�s partner would most likely be there anyway, and that she�d probably see me in a few hours.

About 30 minutes later I received a text message from Katie that said simply:

�All OK. I love you.�

I wondered whether this meant Peter had not been alone after all, or whether she simply felt OK in his company. And I wondered why she had not been specific about that.

Over the next half-an-hour these thoughts grew too large in my head, and I became gripped by a strange dread I had not yet felt about all of this. What on Earth was I doing happily sending my gorgeous young wife, dressed like a sacrifice, out to meet a strange man twice Katie�s age and about whom we knew absolutely nothing? In a moment of clarity, I picked up my phone and called her, to tell her to finish her take and come on home. Perhaps we could have sexy sex and ruminate on what Peter might have liked to have happened.

But a pre-recorded voice told me that Katie�s cell phone was either switched off or not in a service area. I tried again and again, my panic rising with each failed attempt. Hadn�t she told me to call in an hour? I sent her message after message, demanding she call me, and I found myself becoming angry at Katie for not checking her cell phone for her husband�s call. No longer capable of concentrating on my report, I proceeded to get very takes.

I awoke to the sound of a ringing phone. It was Katie, and the time was 11.15pm. She sounded calm but spoke in a hushed, conspiratorial whisper, as if hiding from someone. She was just calling, she said, to let me know she was OK.

�I�ve been arelax,� I said, groggily. �Have you been trying to call me?�

�No,� she breathed.

�I tried to call you a million times,� I said, �back when we agreed I would, but your phone appeared to be switched off.�

There was a short silence, during which I suddenly realised there was no chatter, no music, no noise at all in the background.

�Yeah,� she finally replied. �I turned it off.�

�Why did you do that?�

There was a pause again, and a tense knot began to rise in my stomach.

�Tom?� my wife whispered cautiously. �Do you want me to have sex with Peter?�

Here was the moment I�d been fantasising about for years � my young wife, dressed to *******, alone late at night with another man, her precious body�s *** at the hands of a total stranger only moments away, and all I had to do was say the word. The moment had come, and I was on fire, but it was with disappointment that I realised my fear was going to win the battle after all.

�Look, Katie,� I said, both deflated and slightly panicked, �I think we need to talk a bit more about this before we get ourselves into something we�ll regret. Don�t you think?�

There was another silent pause, much longer than the last. Something was not being said, so I said it.

�Or has something already happened?�

The silence hurt. Katie�s whisper hurt more.

�Well�yeah.�

�What?� I gasped. �What happened?�

�Oh�� she whispered nervously, then: �Tom, we did everything.�

My ears seemed to fill with white noise. My lovely young wife had been fucked by another man. I tried to swallow, but couldn't. Somehow, through the shock, my loins stirred.

�Oh, fuck. Tell me what happened.�

�I can�t tell you about it now,� she whispered back, as if irritated by my questions.

�Katie!� I implored her, but then I heard a toilet flush in the background and she was suddenly whispering in a hurry.

�Look, Tom, I can�t talk now. I�ll tell you about it later.�

�Oh, fuck,� I half shouted. �Don�t leave me hanging like this!�

�Tom,� she hushed, �I�m at Peter�s. It�s awkward. I just called to let you know I�m alright. I�ll talk to you when I get home, OK?�

�Well, when�s that going to be, Katie?�

Her voice then sped up, as if somebody was coming who she didn�t want to hear.

�OK. I�ve gotta� go. I�ll see you later. Bye.�

Click.

I�m not sure if she heard me shout her name.

very good story, but please continue. Don't leave us hanging..

Great story, when is the rest coming but who the fuck is Tim?

More within the hour. Tim was misprint - I meant to write "Peter". Like I said, the story is true, but names have been changed. Guess that kinda blows the secrecy.

WOOOOW! Please give us the rest; my cock is bursting!
Panos

I hung up the phone and collected my wild thoughts. My wife had just been screwed by a 50-year-old man whom neither of us knew at all. She was in his home, right this very minute, alone with him. He was no doubt going to fuck her again � probably in the next few minutes, or maybe he was starting to already. I imagined him coming up behind her as she hung up on me, and her turning to meet him. He would probably have been naked. I imagined them kissing, him feeling her body, and her taking him in her hand. And I imagined her slowly sinking to her knees, her shoulders straight, her head bowed, her lips opening to take him, him grunting as her cheek bulged with the outline of his prick�

I called her number and she answered immediately.

�Katie, you can�t leave me like this��

She interrupted me, her voice no longer in a whisper.

�Hi-eee,� she said cheerily, as if speaking to me for the first time tonight. �Sorry I didn�t call earlier, but everything�s fine. How�s the report coming along?�

�Er, Katie�when, exactly, are you coming home?�

�I don�t know, sweet. Probably not really late. Peter�s just going to take me to this cool little bar he�s been telling me about��

Only now that she was speaking at an ordinary volume did I note a certain lilt to her voice � a languid but excitable tang to her accent, her tone considerably more girlish and playful, but noticeably unsteady. It was a sound I recognised instantly.

�What have you taken?� I asked her

�Oh,� she replied, matter-of-factly, �Peter had some Ecstasy, and he asked me if I wanted some, so I said �yes�, because I didn�t feel like takeing��

Peter had some Ecstasy. At the bar. How organised of him. Clearly, his cock had reserved its place in my wife�s body days ago.

�Alright, Katie,� I said, �you don�t have to tell me anything, just say yes or no. OK?�

�Uh-huh.�

Water ran briefly from a tap nearby. She was at the sink in the bathroom, or maybe the kitchen.

�Are you really going to a club?�

�No.�

�So he�s going to fuck you again.�

�Uh-huh.�

There was something about that �Uh-huh�, which is a sound I had never before heard my wife utter anyhow, delivered tonight for the sake of economy, as if Katie�s mind were too distracted to be bothered with the forming of simple words.

�Is he fucking you now?�

�No.�

There was a sharp reverse gasp, and I could almost see Katie biting her lip.

�Is he eating you?�

�Mmm�not really.�

Another brisk gasp from Katie, and then I heard a whisper � I couldn�t make out what it said, but could make out well enough that it was Peter�s voice, not Katie�s. He was close, behind her, whispering in her other ear.

�Look, I�ve got to go now, Tom,� she said briskly, the words trembling because of whatever the man behind her was doing to her immaculate cunt. �Bye.�

Click.

I spent the next hour pacing back and forth, never moving more than ten feet from the phone. My mind constructed every picture imaginable: my beautiful wife mewing with desire as her open lips sucked on the old man�s tongue; his thick fingers lashing at her moist insides, his prick, painfully stiff and greased with Katie�s juices, prising open the flesh at her virgin ass and bullying up her till she felt it in her gut�

What had they done and for how long? What did she mean by "everything�? Then it occurred to me: she had left the house a bit late, just a few minutes before 7.00pm, and the taxi trip was at least 15 minutes. I had called her at 8.00pm and her phone was turned off by then. Did that mean she was already fucking him? Had he seduced her from the bar that quickly?

I honestly can�t remember how I spent the rest of the night. I was electric with a filthy, almost psychotic lust, but my nerves were too shattered to successfully masturbate. All I can tell you is that I definitely didn�t relax, each car driving down the street making me jump to my feet. At one point I plugged the camera into my computer to look at the photos I�d taken of her while she was getting ready. I zoomed in on her pretty face, the tops of her legs, her beautiful ass, and said aloud: �She�s been haveged and fucked by someone else and he�s fucking her right now.� I ejaculated immediately, barely feeling it approach.

The sun was up and the birds were chirping by the time I heard a taxi idle in the drive. My heart was pounding. I heard the click clack of Katie�s heels on the path to the door. I heard her keys jangle and the door open.

She looked gorgeous, of course, but a wreck, like a girl who had been deprived of relax for days. As I rose and walked towards her she flashed me the weakest smile, but when I went to touch her she furrowed her brow.

�Tom,� she said painfully, �I�ve really got to go to relax.�

I tried not to explode.

�Well,� I pleaded, dragging her into the living room to the sofa, �can�t you just tell me what happened?�

She looked pained again, closed her eyes and made a little squeak of protest.

�What about I make you a coffee to wake you up?� I said.

She nodded and entered the living room while I ran to the kitchen and fixed her a coffee as fast as I could. But, when I returned, she was lying stretched out on the sofa, eyes closed. I tried to wake her but she seemed either fast arelax or determined.

I looked at the time and realised I had just over an hour before I had to present that damn report. It was no use; I had to leave her be and try to keep my feelings on ice until I returned home in the afternoon.

There is no need to describe the sort of day I had. The report I delivered was terrible and I could hardly care, the pornographic images flashing through my mind dominating my day, not to mention the thought of what I would find out later that evening. It was the longest Saturday of my life.

It was dusk when I finally did return home, breaking the speed limit all the way, but when I entered the house it was in darkness, Katie relaxing in bed still. I tried to wake her and, again, nothing. This was not unusual after a night of taking haves, but it was maddening, given the circumstances. I left the house and went to a nearby bar for a few hours, trying to take the frustration out of me. Then I realised what would pull Katie out of this stupor: more haves. Katie always became very revved up and vocal whenever she took them, and it was a plan that had clearly gotten Peter what he�d wanted. So I called a connected friend, drove across town and purchased a small amount of amphetamines.

When I came home it was nearly midnight and Katie was up, in a dressing gown and on the phone, her voiced hushed as I walked into the room. I raised my eyebrows as if to ask who it was, and she told me it was Susan, an old school friend who Katie always called whenever there was a dilemma or crisis, or a piece of sexy gossip. She was still talking when I handed her a strong coffee, not letting on that it was spiked.

After she hung up we just sat there for a while, almost in silence, sipping from our cups, watching some music show on the TV, occasionally looking at each other furtively, a blush and that weak, embarrassed smile occasionally flashing from Katie�s face. I was patient, knowing the amphetamines would kick the haves from last night back up. And I was as excited as Peter would have been the night before when, eventually, Katie rose and left the room, softly calling out from the bedroom:

�What do you want me to put on?�

I told her straitght away that I wanted the outfit she had worn last night.

�Mmm,� she said nervously, �if you can stand it.�

A few minutes later she walked out in the dress and heels, her gorgeous legs and delectable figure as perfect as they had ever been, but, as I gazed at her, I knew that body was different. Another man had used it.

I could wait no more and dropped to my knees, turning her around by the hips and sinking my face into her from behind. She stood there mewing so prettily, her legs straight and slightly apart, her bum raised upwards.

In no time we were on the sofa, her legs spread wide for me, my fingers pumping her, my tongue deep in her mouth. I was insane. It was time to discover it all.

�Tell me everything,� I moaned in her ear. �I want to hear every detail, in order. Tell me want happened when you got to the bar.�

Between gasps, her eyes closed, her head to the side, fingers at the corner of her mouth, she answered me.

�I just got there and�as soon as I saw him I�oh!�he asked me straight away if I wanted a pill and so I took it because I was so nervous.�

�And it worked quickly, didn�t it?�

�Yeah. I don�t really know what happened next�just flashes�but I know we were just�oh!...kissing and groping each other.�

�Right there in the bar?�

�Yeah.�

I kept pumping her delicious cunt with my hand. God, she was pretty.

�Were people watching you?�

�No. Somehow he had gotten me�uh!...around to a deserted part.�

�Did he fuck you in the bar?�

�No�I remember him grabbing my hand and saying �Let�s go�, and then we were�mmm�outside at his car, kissing really passionately. Then he was driving and touching me with one hand.�

�Fingering you?�

�Yeah. And running his hand�uh!...up and down my legs, going on and on about how much he loved them. We were �oh!...only driving for a few minutes, because he lived so close.�

Peter had it all worked out from the start. The sleazy fucker. My girl was so wet.

�The we sort of stumred up the stairs to his apartment, feeling each other and�uh!...stopping to kiss really hotly outside his door. Then we went inside and�mmm�he went to the bathroom and I just sat on the sofa waiting for him.�

I so desired to fuck this beautiful girl, who was now not just my wife but Peter�s conquest from last night. But I wanted to hold off and enter her when she told me he did.

�Then he came out and we were kissing�uh!...really hard. The haves were really peaking and I just felt so out of my mind. He was running his hands up and down my legs again, then he�oh!...moved my hand down to his cock.�

I moved her hand to mine.

�Was he big?�

Katie nodded, eyes closes, breathing heavily.

"Very big?"

Another nod.

�How much bigger than me?�

She didn�t answer, just groaned and began gently thrusting her cunt against my hand, almost sorry. Something had set her off.

�How much bigger than me, Katie?�

An expression crossed her face that was a mixture of lust and something like worry.�

�About�uh!...twice.�

�What?�

She was really humping my fingers now.

�Katie, that�s 12 inches long. Are you sure?�

�Yeah.�

Her face glowed and her lips plumped with red as she exhaled strongly, then inhaled, then exhaled, as if hyperventilating, her whole body seeming to uncoil now that she could see it in her mind�s eye. What she said next seemed to flood out of her like a long-kept secret finally released.

�It was ridiculously massive," said my lovely wife. "I felt it pressing into me�uh!...at the bar, so I knew it was big, and when I was touching him on the sofa I realised�oh!...that I probably couldn�t wrap my fingers all the way around it.�

Oh, fuck.

�But seeing it...uh...was really scary. I remember looking down and seeing it�mmm�just pushing his underpants straight out away from his body and I couldn�t�uh!...believe how huge and hard it was.�

I climbed up between my lovely wife�s legs.

�And what happened then, Katie?�

�Uh�we were still kissing but�oh!...when I looked down at his cock I felt his hand on my the back of my head and�uh!...I knew what I had to do.�

I was sliding my own cock up and down her slimy cunt.

�So tell me what you did, Katie?�

�I stretched out and lay face down�oh!...in his lap��

�So that he could see your legs?�

�Oh!�yeah. And I arched my back so my ass would have looked good�mmm!...and then�oh!...I took him in my mouth and sucked him.�

I put my finger in her mouth and her lips closed over it.

�Could you even get it in your mouth, Katie?�

�Uh� I could�mmm�get the head in�oh!...but my mouth wouldn�t fit around it much further�mmm�so I jerked him a lot�or I was running my lips up and down��

�And did he like that?�

�Oh, yeah�uh!...he was moaning really loudly�oh!...and running his hands all over my ass and�uh!...putting his finger really deep inside me��

I felt myself losing it. I had to fuck her.

�So did he fuck you then, Katie?�

�Uh�not yet. I sucked him for a while�oh!...and then he kind of lifted me up so that I was�uh!...standing in front of him while he sat on the sofa running his hands all over me and driving his tongue into me really roughly��

�Oh, fuck...he was getting you ready for his giant cock, right?�

"Yeah."

"Katie...what position were you in when he first entered you?"

�Oh�my mind�s kind of mixed up�but somehow I was on the sofa on my back�uh�and he was holding my legs up and straight together�oh!...just rubbing his cock on the backs of my legs and my ass�mmm�and he was groaning and going on about my ass and my legs and then he just kind of half stood and lifted my legs onto his shoulders��

I raised myself up and lifted Katie�s pretty legs over my shoulders.

�Like this, Katie?


Without opening her eyes or saying a word, she stretched one leg straight and bent the other slightly, turning it inwards to make the most fetching pose any man has ever fucked.

�And then?�

�Oh!�and then...he just rammed himself completely into me.�

I sank my cock into my beautiful wife and nearly ****** as she cried loudly�for the first time, I knew, not for me. I was crazed.

�And how did his cock feel, Katie?� I grunted.

�Oh�uh, fuck�it was so massive and�mmm�he went so deep in me�uh!...�

Then she gasped the words I�ll never forget.

��and every time he entered me I felt like I was being fucked for the first time.�



To be continued...

very well written.

You've obviously put some thought into it.

Hell of a good read!

absolutly great story.

I came so hard I nearly ******, my heart pumping red to my head just as powerfully as my balls pumped cum into Katie�s womb. I had just heard my darling wife declare that a stranger had triumphantly conquered her gorgeous young body, his bulbous prick violating her so deeply that, from the very moment her slippery walls stretched to swallow it, all others who had come before seemed like nothing more than foreplay. Myself included.

For a while we lay there silent but for breath, and under normal circumstances that would have been it for me, as I take a long time to recover from an orgasm before I am of any use again. But my nerves were electrified, charged with that wicked and wonderful hunger that needed to be fed. There was so much to know � I had only really heard about the first few minutes of the whole 12 hours, and the first dozen thrusts of a cock that had drilled into my wife maybe 50,000 times.

I lifted myself up beside my wife � her eyes closed and her breathing still anxious - and whispered to her that, were she to continue with the details, I would surely get hard again in not time. She said nothing, but just continued thinking her thoughts, the fingers of one hand at her lips, while the other hovered lightly over her own moist cunt. I reached down and replaced her hand with mine, and a girlish gasp escaped her lips.

I scarcely knew where to start. I wanted to know everything.

�So, Katie,� I asked her, �did you fuck for the entire 12 hours?�

�Basically,� she replied, eyes still closed. �We stopped sometimes for maybe 15 minutes at a time, but it was just full-on most of the time. I think he must�ve taken Viagra or something, because he was constantly super huge and rock hard.�

All things considered, I figured Katie was probably right that our man had been well organized. I also found myself yearning for a look at this penis of his, Katie swearing it was so ludicrously monstrous that it "didn't even look real". Every 'fuck my wife' fantasy features a big dick, but what were the odds I'd score the biggest Katie had ever seen, even including film and magazine?

�So, when I called you and your phone was turned off, you were already fucking?�

�Probably,� she replied, �I turned it off when we were in his car, so, yeah.�

�So he fucked you within an hour of meeting you.�

�Yes,� she blushed ever so slightly. �He would have been surprised at how easy I was.�

I pushed my finger inside of her.

�Why were you so easy, Katie?�

�I don�t know. Just the haves, I suppose, and the tension, and his powerfulness�it was all overwhelming. I just caved in.�

�So, after he started fucking you, did he cum pretty quickly?�

�No�he didn�t cum for a long time.�

�What�minutes? Hours?�

�I don�t know. Probably an hour, maybe two. It was just�uh�really furious and passionate so I couldn�t keep track of time.�

�Did you cum?�

I sweated on the answer � Katie orgasms very rarely.

�No,� she breathed. �Lot�s of little ones, but not a big orgasm.�

�And did he fuck you mostly in that same position, with your ankles over his shoulders, or did you change around?�

�He changed me around a lot. It was like he wanted to see what I looked like�being fucked by him in every way. And there was a big mirror in his bedroom and you could�uh�see part of the bed in it, so he was sometimes positioning me so he could look, bending me over the edge of the bed or whatever.�

I felt my limp cock stirring to life as I continued fingering my wife�s cunt.

�And you liked looking in the mirror, too, didn�t you.�

�Yeah. It looked amazing. And when he saw me looking he got really excited.�

I slipped a second finger into her now-dripping cunt.

�Did you keep your heels on the whole time?�

�Yeah, and the dress too.�

�Did he like that?�

�Tom,� she said, opening her eyes briefly and looking into mine, before closing them again and disappearing into her own memory, �he�s exactly like you. He loves�everything about me that you do. When I was on the edge of the bed and he�uh�was fucking me from behind, he was always pulling my shoulders towards his so that my back�arched, and then he�d grab my waist as if he was trying to wrap his hands completely�oh�around it and fuck me. Or he�d make me stretch one leg out to the floor and run his hands up and down as he watched in the mirror��

I felt myself getting hard now.

�So, when he came, how was he fucking you?�

�I was on the bed on my stomach�with my legs together and my bum raised right up, and he was�oh�straddling me and fucking me into the bed.�

�Show me.�

I removed my fingers as Katie rolled over, her heels clicking as her legs locked together, the small of her back arching until her perfect ass was almost at right angles to the bed. This is what Peter had seen before he sent his load into her. I was about to climb onto her and fuck her like he had, but Katie reached out and more or less stopped me, taking my hand and moving it to her ass and down to her cunt. Why she wanted this I did not know, but I slipped my two fingers back inside her.

�Did he tell you he was cuming?�

�No, I just knew. He just kind of�stopped and moaned really loudly, then thrust into me really deeply�uh�and held it there, and he did that a lot of times, moaning really loudly each time he�pumped into me.�

I thrust my fingers into her firmly, and was surprised when I felt Katie�s hand reaching around, seeking out my third finger and drawing it in. I slipped them all inside as she desired. She let out a gasp, then said something quite unprompted:

�There was a lot of cum.�

�What?�

�Yeah. It was everywhere.�

I was insane with lust.

�So he pulled out and came on you?�

�No, he came�completely inside me. But he was just cuming for ages. When I eventually�oh�stood up it ran all down my legs and dripped on the kitchen floor, and Peter had to get a towel to wipe it all up.�

I drove my fingers harder into her and rubbed my stiff cock on her hip.

�Was that when you called me, Katie?�

�No. I called you from the bedroom while Peter was�in the bathroom.�

�But then I called you straight back.�

�Oh�yeah. Yeah, I was in the kitchen by the time you called me.�

�And that�s when his cum ran out of you?�

�Yeah.�

�So, while I was talking to you Peter was wiping his cum from the insides of your legs?�

�Oh�yes.�

�And fingering you.�

�Actually,� she said, her brow furrowing at a filthy thought, �he was scooping his cum from my legs�with his finger and putting it in my mouth.�

�And you sucked it off and swallowed it?�

�Uh�yes.�

�And what happened when I hung up.�

�He fucked me pretty much straight away.�

�In the kitchen?�

�Leaning me over�the sink.�

�With your legs together or apart?�

�Both, I think. But mostly he liked them together. He kept�going on about my ass when I did that.�

�Did he fuck your ass?� It was a loaded question - Katie has never been fucked in the ass.

�Oh, God, no. He would have�uh�split me in half.�

�Did he want to?�

�I don�t know.�

�Would you have let him if he�d wanted to?�

�I don�t know�maybe I would have�uh�let him try. I was so horny.�

�So did he cum again when he fucked you in the kitchen?�

�Not then, but he did later.�

�How was he fucking you then, when he came again, I mean?�

�Just with me on my back on the living room floor�uh�and him on top of me, kissing me really deeply.�

�Did he cum inside you again?�

�Yeah. Not as much�as the first time, but quite a bit.�

�Did you suck his cock much?�

�All the time. Every time he wanted me�oh�to change positions he�d make me suck him for a while in between.�

�How did he make you?�

�He�d just move my head towards his cock, and he�d�keep telling me to suck it.�

�And did you give him a show when you sucked him?�

�Tom, I was a total show off. I did�uh�everything with my legs and my ass that I do for you.�

Once again, I felt Katie�s hand reach for mine, urging my fourth finger into her, and at last the penny dropped: my hot little sweetheart was stuffing herself with something bigger than my cock.

I pulled my fingers out of her, flipped her over onto her back and plunged my four fingers back into her as deep as they would go. Katie moaned loudly, almost a scream, and on her face was a look of lustful relief.

�Did he fuck you hard, Katie?�

She nodded her head, very determinedly, eyes closed.

�Really hard?�

She nodded again, and I wondered whether my shy little Madonna/whore, who had taken years to become sexually vocal with me, had overcome her bashfulness on the first night with Peter. I pulled my fingers out of her and took her face in my hand. She opened her eyes.

�Did you ask him to?�

She hesitated, her ice blue eyes gazing into mine with fear and guilt and complete lust. Then she nodded her head.

I plunged the five fingers of my hand into her sopping wet cunt.

�What did you say exactly?�

�I don�t�uh�really remember. I just know it was�oh�at the beginning and I was on my knees on the edge�of the bed and he was standing�behind and fucking me. I was trying to keep it down�because I was making�uh�a fair bit of noise. Then I think he just went�really deep into me and I just�uh�begged him to fuck me hard. And he did.�

I pulled my fingers out of her, turned her over onto all fours and drove my cock into her as hard as I could.

�Was it the hardest you�ve ever been fucked, Katie?�

�Uh�oh�definitely.�

�Do you want to fuck him again?�

�Uh�yeah.�

�When?�

�Uh�Tuesday night, I think.�

I pulled her shoulders back towards me then bit lightly on the back of her neck as I held her waist tight and fucked hard.

�Well you can fuck him as much as you like, Katie, so long as you tell me all about it later. Can you do that?�

Katie answered with a word I had never heard her use in reference to herself.

�Uh�yes, Tom�I love being a slut for you!�

And for the fourth time in two nights, Katie�s perfect body was polluted by a filthy jet of hot, greasy cum.

We lay silent again. I thought about Tuesday, Katie�s body and mind, and what had just happened.

The lust having drained out of me, I was worried.


To be continued

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If you have more to tell, the please do. Otherwise, you're more than welcome to fictionalise what happens next. Like maybe a scene with the cuck present where Peter displays his natural arrogance and assertiveness to humiliate him verbally. And Katie hitting her first ever BIG orgasm on his huge rod, without the help of Xpills.





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