We spotted each other as soon as I walk through the pub door. Doreen sat at a table with her husband Bill. She looked great.
I had dropped in on impulse as I passed, felling the need of a cold pint of beer on a warm July night. They both waved at me with beaming faces. Bill stood unsteadily and held out his hand. "Didn't know you were in town," he said as we shook. His speech was slurred.
"I got in yesterday," I replied, " I thought it was time to pay mum a visit, or to be more accurate, mum thought it was time I paid her a visit." I kissed Doreen on the cheek before sitting down. She smelled nice.
"How long are you here for Vince?" she asked, " not another flying visit?"
"Couple of weeks max, depends on the fun available." I had emphasised 'fun'. I went to the bar to get a round of drinks leaving Doreen with a smile and blushing slightly. 'Fun' was what I called the time Doreen and I had masturbated each other when we were young teenagers. The memory of her with her knickers round her knees and trembling to my touch lived with me still. She had remembered the code word. It had started with the usual, 'You show me yours and I'll show you mine.' We brought each other to orgasm despite of our inexperience. It was the first time she had seen sperm. It was the second time I had fingered a pussy. Doreen was my first cousin and two years my junior. Bill was fifteen years older than she was, and her second husband. The first one had divorced her when they discovered it was improbable she would have children.
I carried the drinks back to the table. We chatted about family, the state of the traffic on my trip up from Essex and generally put the world to rights. The landlord called for last orders. Bill gulped the remains of his pint down and staggered to the bar. Doreen and I didn't want another.
"Bill is well on his way," I remarked.
"That's normal for a Friday night," she replied, "we've been here since opening time. When the fresh air hits him, I have to carry him home. Good job it's not far." She wore a thin blouse, the bra cupping her voluptuous breasts just visible.
"You remembered then?" I asked.
She looked at me from under her black lashes, a small smile playing at the corners of her full lips. "Remembered what?"
"The 'fun' we had when we were kids."
"Of course I did. You were the first boy to touch me there." She smiled, "I sort of got a taste for it after that and let a few boys grope me, but they were never the same. There's something special about your first sexual experience."
"I have to agree with that. You were the first girl to jerk me off. I've relived that pleasure a few times since."
"Memories are a wonderful thing," she replied, crossing her legs. I noticed her nipples were more prominent. "With hindsight is was no big deal, but at the time it was frightening and exciting. I was certain my mother would know I had been up to no good with a boy."
"You managed to hide your guilt?"
"It seems so, and that gave me the all-clear to enjoy life; which I did."
Bill weaved his way back to the table, beer slopping over his fingers. I changed the subject. It didn't take him long to down his larger; soon we were making for the door. I wrapped one of Bill's arms over my shoulder and supported him round the waist as he staggered along, trying to weave from side to side on rubber legs. One thing in Bill's favour; when he's drunk he becomes very mellow, even over friendly.
We got him indoors and he slumped in an armchair. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open. His hairline was receding and his face becoming florid and puffy. A roll of fat hung over his belt. At thirty eight, he was an unattractive man while his wife was young and very beddable.
"Ok boys, coffee all round?"
I replied in the affirmative and Bill mumbled something. Doreen stood in front of him. "Why don't you turn in darling?" She glanced quickly at me. "Saturday tomorrow; you can have a nice long lie in." I helped Bill to his feet just as rain splattered on the window.
"Where the HELL did that come from. That wasn't forecast?" I cried.
"It was actually Vince," replied Doreen, "it wont clear away until late morning."
"Not much chance of getting a taxi with the pubs chucking out." I said resignedly.
Bill was steadying himself with his hand on my shoulder. He patted me. "No problem my old mate, stay the night in the spare." He belched loudly.
I considered it for a moment, "That's very kind of you Bill, ok by you Doreen?"
"Of course it is. It will be a pleasure to have you." She looked away quickly. I couldn't work out from her expression if the innuendo was meant or not. Hardly likely, she had married Bill six months ago. I hadn't made it to the wedding.
I helped Bill climb the stairs, which he did slowly, with one hand on the banister and one on the stair treads. I left him as he veered to the toilet and returned to the lounge and the aroma of fresh coffee. I sat down on the couch as Doreen entered from her kitchen carrying two steaming mugs. She sat beside me, not in an armchair, her perfume just discernable over the coffee. We heard the toilet flush upstairs and footsteps over our heads as Bill stumbled around in the bedroom undressing. Then the house fell silent. The sound of the rain on the windows was interspersed with the swish of a car moving along the road outside.
We sipped at our coffee; the mugs seemed to go to our lips in unison as we sat next to each other, our thighs touching softly. It was a warm night, the drink was hot but I was aware of the heat emanating from her shapely body. I wondered if she was feeling the same sexual tension as me. My interest in her had turned to a huge lust producing a hunger in the pit of my stomach. Her bubbly nature had gone, she was quite; in a world of her own. I looked at her and she turned her head towards me. Her large brown eyes gazed unblinking into mine. Her full lips parted slightly showing a glimpse of white teeth. As she watched me I studied her black glossy hair that fell to her shoulders, her small button nose, the point of her chin. My eyes travelled down to her breasts, her hips and her stocking clad legs. We made eye contact again. She looked at me steadily, unsmiling, breathing deeply, a slight sheen of perspiration on her face. She stood up gracefully.
"I best check on him," she said, as she walked to the door, her hips swaying.
I listened to her mounting the stairs unhurriedly, her movement above my head. I took the empty mugs into her well appointed kitchen and placed them on the worktop. I stayed there until she reappeared.
"How is he?"
"Dead to the world." She stood close to me, her eyes downcast; she seemed to be shivering a little. She looked up, her eyes were brimming, her lips trembling.
I placed a hand on her cheek, which she pressed into my palm, her eyes closed. I cupped her other cheek and drew her face closer until our lips meet softly. Suddenly her arms went round my neck and crushed her mouth to mine; her juicy tongue invaded my mouth. I sucked on it as I backed her up awkwardly until her thighs contacted the kitchen table. She lay back almost panting, her knees parted. I stepped between them eagerly. I was dizzy with lust. At last, I was going to fuck Doreen. My trembling fingers fumbled with her blouse buttons.
"No!" she gasped, "too dangerous to undress." I pulled her skirt up round her waist; she lifted her buttocks to make it easy. There was a damp patch on the back of it. At least her panties could come off. I hooked my fingers in the waistband, again her hips lifted in the air to aid their removal. Her unconfined delta of black pubic hair sprang out to delight my eyes. Untrimmed; just as nature intended. I left her underwear dangling off one ankle. Her knees came back and parted wide, opening her plump labia to the strong kitchen light. Her prominent clitoris pointed at her moist, glinting pink petals and the dark portal of her sweet vagina.
I hurriedly unzipped and drew out my granite cock, followed by heavy balls and presented it to her beckoning opening. The aroma of sex drifted up to my flaring nostrils. As my engorged gland touched her labia she gasped a little noise. She pushed herself up on her elbows to watch the entry. She was not smiling, just an intense look of fascination. Her eyes widened when she saw how well endowed I had become. I guided the tip of my purple bulb until it nestled in her wet opening. A clock started to chime the midnight hour.
"She looked at me, "have you any idea how long I've waited for this Vince?" she whispered in a husky voice.
"As long as I have maybe," I replied. I started to push slowly, my knob picking up her copious juices as it slowly advanced. I gripped her naked hips. She was flexing her pelvic muscles making penetration tight. Her tongue curled over her top lip in concentration. Her pink petals folded in with the friction. We both gasped, as with a little jerk, my knob passed her pelvic bone. She glanced up at me with her intense look and quickly back to the action. Centimetre by centimetre I fed my shaft in, slowly invading her soft eager body.
"Jesus Vince! I'm on the verge already," she announced in a whisper.
"You are delicious Doreen," I said truthfully. The penetration continued until my aching balls pressed against her buttocks, our pubic hair mingling. My head went back, "At last, at long last," I groaned. I started to withdraw.
"No! Not yet," she said, gripping my hips and pulling me back into her. "Let me feel your throb." I could feel her soft, warm flesh surrounding my cock. Her vaginal walls flexed exploring me, savouring my presence filling her cunt. "God Vince, why has it taken us so long?" A few seconds later she shuddered and squeaked. "Don't you move," she gasped. Her hips started to thrash wildly. Her eyes were screwed shut, tears trickled down her cheeks. She moaned loudly as she worked my shaft against her clit. Her tits wobbled enticingly inside her blouse, sweat glistened in the hollow of her throat as her pelvis bucked and jerked as she rode my penis greedily. It was torture to stand there motionless. Her violent shaking reduced to trembles as her orgasm abated. She was panting with the effort she had put into her own pleasure. "God! I needed that," she whispered hoarsely. There was a slight pause. "Your turn Vince," she quietly ordered me, "don't spare me. I want it hard and deep. Hurt me Vince, hurt me."
Her words were music to my ears; my straining prick seemed to expand in response. I hadn't realized how uninhabited and sexually voracious she was. At family gatherings she was always demure and a 'nice girl' as far as the aunts were concerned. I withdrew my cock until the back of my knob checked against her gripping pelvis, my wet shaft glinted in the light. Her head was on the table, she held her legs back, eyes wide staring at the ceiling, lips slightly parted. I plunged in to the root hard and deep making her gasp, she spread her legs wider to make sure she got ever last centimetre. Again and again my cock drove into her with all the power my loins could muster, giving her maximum length. I grunted with each thrust, she gasped and groaned. The table creaked in protest and the sound of flesh slapping on flesh created an alarming amount of noise. She started to shudder again, her hips moving in unison with my brutal in-driving. The table was the perfect height for fucking. I could adjust my strokes to caress her g-spot, her bearing down on the squelching withdrawal caused her ultra sensitive clit to contact my shaft. She started to squeak as her orgasm grew. She clamped both hands over her mouth to stifle her sounds of joy, her eyes wide as if terrified. A pink flush appeared on her face making her look more desirable than ever. Unselfishly we gave each other our best to tease out every last fragment of bliss.
Doreen removed her hands from her lips. "Cum inside...me...Vince," she gasped, "I...need to...feel every last...drop of...your spunk...in me." I didn't reply. It would not be long. The thrill of fucking such a responsive girl, and not just any girl, but Doreen, was too much. I couldn't make it last much longer. God! I pounded that girl. My pubic hair was matted with her fluids. I felt the stirrings of life in my full testicles.
"God...Doreen!" I gasped. She felt the extra urgency of my vicious thrusts. Her body shook violently and her hands clamped to her mouth once more. The overpowering ecstasy of my sperm gushing along my shaft made me feel faint as the first jetting splattered into her willing vagina.
"Yes," she cried as she felt my hot juice bathe her insides. "Yes!" again at the second splash. Too loud. She repeated "Yes!" at each ejaculation. She was weeping with joy. I kept thrusting long after my spunk was spent, willing my cock to retain its strength. It betrayed me. I slowed, panting and sweating with the work I had put into our enjoyment. She was the best fuck I had ever had and I told her so. For a girl to show you how much she enjoyed you is good for the ego. My sticky, defeated cock slid out of her. A small pool of liquid that had gathered between her thighs shimmered in the light, I watched some frothy sperm dribble out of her adulterous pussy into the pool. Doreen lay on the table recovering while I tucked myself away. The metal of my zip had laddered her stocking.
I helped her haul herself into a sitting position. She tossed her black tresses. "That wasn't your first time was it? Your girl friend is a lucky lass."
"Bill is a very lucky chap." I replied.
She giggled, "it's agreed then we are go for each other. God! I asked for it hard, I will have bruises in the morning."
"I'm sorry, was I too rough with you?"
"She shook her head, "the rougher the better. It was perfect." She stood up and replaced her panties. I kissed her softly on the lips and we clung to each other. "You go on up, first door on your left. There are towels in the cupboard at the top of the stairs." She looked at the puddle on the table. "I'll clean up the evidence of your successful seduction."
I could hear Bill snoring softly as I left the shower with a towel round my waist. I tuned off the bedroom light and drew back the curtains. I stood naked watching the slanting rain in the light of the sodium street lamp positioned outside the front gate. It was a corner house at the road junction; the light would remain on until daybreak. It cast an orange glow into my room. I heard Doreen climbing the stairs and turned to the door expectantly but she went straight into the bathroom. I waited until I heard her bedroom door close before climbing into bed. I replayed the torrid and wonderful sex I had just enjoyed with her. I had an uneasy feeling that she had been in control, that she had used me instead of the other way around. Her inhibitions and neediness had surprised and delighted me. I was getting hard again.
I was just drifting off when I heard a bedroom door. I listened intently but it was Bill on a trip to the loo. I heard his unsteady, shambling steps, the copious amount of piss he jettisoned, the toilet flushing and his return to the delicious Doreen. The house became quite again. No traffic disturbed the silence. I was not familiar with this depth of stillness or the strange bed, comfortable though it was. My ambition to fuck Doreen fulfilled, and the memory of it, meant I was not ready for sleep. I had my back against the headboard, the duvet over my hips. I was thinking about dressing and returning down stairs, when my door quietly opened.
She didn't poke her head round to see if I was sleeping, she fully intended to wake me if I was. She stepped in, closing the door silently. She glanced at the open drapes and smiled in approval. Her hands went to the straps of her long nightdress and, with a wiggle of her fertile hips let it fall to the floor round her ankles. She advanced on me, gloriously naked, breasts jiggling. There was a tan line indicating the wearing of a tiny bikini. I folded back the corner of the duvet for her to slip in beside me. She took hold of it and dragged it off completely, leaving it on the floor. She was in charge again. She grabbed my ankles with a soft giggle and dragged me onto my back. She lay beside me throwing one smooth thigh over my stomach.
"This is bloody dangerous," I whispered.
"Yes it is," she whispered back, "I don't care. It will add a bit of spice. But he's unconscious again, at least until the next call of nature."
We kissed, tugging at each others lips, tongues pushed past each other. My hand cupped her full breasts. I broke off the kiss and pushed her onto her back drinking in her magnificent tits for the first time. Her protruding nipples were brown, as was the small areola surrounding them. I gripped one firmly watching her flesh squeeze up between my fingers. My finger tips ran across her large nubs, she rewarded me with soft mews. I licked each nipple in turn before sucking them deep into my mouth, my tongue flicking them. Her shoulder twisted to meet me, pushing her breast at me. They seemed to swell and harden to my touch. I could hear her thighs rubbing together. Her hand slid between us reaching for my weapon. Her fingers ran round the knob with a feathery touch before massaging the shaft. Her spare hand stroked my head.
"You've grown a lot since the last time I did this...when you abused me." Her voice was husky again.
I released her breast from my mouth. "So have you," I replied, "but I remember that incident differently to you. As I recall, you were up for it."
"I tried to stop you pulling my knickers down."
"You didn't try very hard, you could have stopped me if you wanted." My lips returned to her nipples as my hand slid over her stomach. Her legs opened unbidden as I reached her thatch of pubic hair. I ran my fingers through it, held some tufts and tugged gently; she seemed to like that. She squeezed my rod before relaxing. My middle finger stroked her hard clitoris, varying the movement and tempo for her pleasure. Her soft mewing turned to moans with an occasional gasp. Her body moved against my finger. Three fingers slipped into her slick cleft pushing apart her plump labia lips, her legs parted wider. My middle finger pushed into her hot tunnel while my mouth continued to enjoy her tits. My finger circled inside her caressing her g-spot; my thumb on her clit. Sporadically my finger withdrew with a faint squelch and my nail scratched gently from hole to clit along her pink crevice. I tapped on her clit with the pad of my finger, stroked, rubbed and tweaked it, varying the tempo and pressure, taking her by surprise and drawing husky groans from deep in her throat. The movement of her enjoyable body, the change in her ragged breathing and noises warned me of her impending orgasm. I delved two fingers into her, rapidly working her pussy to wet squelching noises. Her juices dripped of my knuckles. Hips bucked and jerked against my hand as her body quivered and shook and stifled squeaks emanated from her mouth. I slowed my movements as her passion subsided.
Doreen lay quietly, her breathing steadying. After a short while she whispered, "did you know, in the entire human race, male and female, the clitoris is the only organ of the body whose only purpose is to give pleasure?"
"I think I have heard that somewhere," I replied. "Fancy some tongue on it?"
She blinked. "Oh God, would you? Bill refuses to do it to me, It's been sooo long."
I tucked two pillows under her lower back and stroked her inner thighs as she raised and parted her knees. Her labia opened invitingly, as she knew it would. Her wetness had run down her bum crack and reflected the orange glow from the street light. There was a damp patch on the sheet. Her puckered anus looked virgin, I wondered if it was untried. Although it would be safer for her to return to her own bed as soon as possible, I took my time before dipping into her bright pink, glinting vulva. Her body language betrayed her desperate eagerness for my attention. I licked up the insides of both thighs and the groove between her labia where they joined her legs. Her hands were on my head ruffling my hair. My tongue ran up and down each lip, they seemed plumper than ever with a dusting of black hair. She tried to push my face into her, but I resisted. "For Gods sake Vince...thats nice...but do it, do it to me," her hoarse voice begged.
I sucked each fat lip into my mouth and nibbled making sure not to touch her clit. I lay flay on my stomach and parted her labia wide with my thumbs, blowing gently over her cleft. My hands released her labia and curled round to fondle her breasts. Then my thick tongue thrust into her vagina fast and as deep as I could push it. Her vagina convulsed round my tongue as she gave a loud squeal that echoed of the bedroom walls. I stopped what I was doing and looked at her shocked. Her eyes were wide and swiveled to the door. We lay listening, holding our breath, my eyes on the door handle. The tension eased and we looked at each other.
"That was your fault," she announced in a breathy voice, "you should have given me some warning."
"Just what did you think I was going to do down here?" I whispered before my lips kissed her cleft. I thrust my tongue in again, her body jerked. I tongue fucked her for a while before starting the slow slide up her crevice as my nose touched her clit she exploded. Her hips bucked as she pressed me face into her body. Drops of fluid sprinkled my face while she stifled her noise the best she could. I managed to move and contact her clit with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth as her orgasm raged on. She showed signs of recovery so I got up on my knees and thrust two fingers into her pussy rapidly working her G spot and still sucking on her clit. She erupted again, her vagina convulsing and her breasts bouncing as her body thrashed on the pillows. Her hands left my head and were clamped over her mouth. Sweet cum was dripping of my chin. She was weeping quietly, sometimes there were sobs.
"No more," she moaned, " Vince, stop...I can't take it... I'm going to faint."
I removed my dripping fingers from her cunt slid the index down her bum crack and stroked the ring of her anus, my tongue still working her clit. I put pressure on and the tip of my finger and started to enter her. Her elastic sphincter tightened up with reflex. "Vince what...God Vince." I was in up to the first knuckle. I pushed in up to the second knuckle. "Jesus Vince nobody...It's strange." I thrust my finger in as deep as it would go. An animal noise, somewhere between a grunt and a growl escaped her lips as I started to twist my finger. Her body stopped moving except for trembles, she seemed to be in shock; or concentrating on the unfamiliar experience. Soon her tremors turned to shudders then to violent shaking. Her hands left my hair and covered her mouth as her inhuman noise became louder. Her head was rolling from side to side, her eyes screwed up, tears trickled from them. Her orgasm relaxed her sphincter allowing me to ease a second finger in. My face was sprinkled again. I have never had a girl who responded to my efforts with such a display of intense abandon. But my sidelined cock was demanding its own fulfillment.
This fuck was going to be for me. I had unloaded into her an hour ago, this second shot at her would last longer. Doreen came across working her pussy on my weapon, with tight gripping, baring down and thrusting to meet me, We rolled around, switching positions without uncoupling. I pounded and pounded, she orgasmed again and again. When I felt my climax approach, I pushed myself up on my arms, my back bent like a bow, toes scrabbling for leverage. Exclamations of joy came from both of us as each ejaculation was pumped into her greedy, cheating vagina.
She didn't lay recovering for long before she slid out of bed and donned her nightdress. As an after thought she licked and sucked my limp dick clean before heading for the bathroom. I listened to the shower. She seemed to be in the bathroom a long time before the house fell silent again. I slept the sleep of the innocent in a bed wet with tears, sweat and love juices.
The sound of the toilet flushing woke me, it was the cuckold again. The sky was a lot lighter, dawn was approaching. Within five minutes my door opened. Doreen placed a jar on the bedside cabinet before stepping out of her nightdress.
"What's that?" I whispered.
"Skin cream. Might do the job as a lubricant, " she replied, dragging the duvet off again.
When I woke in the morning it was broad daylight, the rain had stopped. My watch told me it was after eleven. I hurriedly dressed and went down to the kitchen. Doreen had her back to me. She turned as I walked in and blushed crimson at the memory of her first anal experience. She peered out of the window before speaking. "I've rung your mum and told her you stayed here the night in case she was worried." I hadn't given my mother a thought. "Bill's in the garden checking to see if last night's rain did any damage. Must get your bedding in the washing machine before he sees it." We kissed hungrily before she disappeared. She just made it. Bill walked in as she was stuffing the evidence into her machine.
"Sleep alright, old chap?" he queried. He was a lot brighter than he had any right to be after the state he had been in last night.
"Very well considering I was in a strange bed," I replied.
Doreen got us some breakfast, I was starving. The smell of bacon delicious. We ate in comparative silence until Bill said, "If you have no other plans, why don't you spend the evening with us next Friday at the 'Oak and Crown'. You could stay the night again. Doreen wont mind will you Doreen?"
She made eye contact with me, "Not at all. It will be great to have you again Vince." She gave a little smile.
"That's settled then," said the cuckold, "we are looking forward to it already, aren't we Doreen?"
Some weeks later I was back in Essex and Doreen rang me from her office. "Hi Vince," she greeted, "thought I would let you know; I'm pregnant."
I didn't reply for some time. " I thought you couldn't have kids. Is it mine?"
"Almost certainly. It was never impossible for me to have children, just highly unlikely. Obviously all I needed was strong, thick sperm and lots of it, and you certainly provided that, over and over. The Doc thinks I'm seven weeks."
"How do you feel about that?"
"Over the moon. I can't believe it. I haven't told anyone else yet."
"Do you want me to do anything?" I mumbled.
"God no, Vince. To everybody else I will adjust the dates so conception happened when you weren't here. The brat will be either premature or late. You're going to be a daddy Vince. I will keep you informed about progress. And if all goes well, I shall need to have other babies."
I heard her giggle as she hung up.
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