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This is only part of a WORK IN PROGRESS
As the singer was exhorting the crowd to take part, she took three steps in my direction and smiled even more. She said the line perfectly in tune "I looked at you" and I answered, "You looked at me" and we both laughed. Another miracle, this was a girl who liked The Doors almost as much as I did. “I smiled at you," she said, and again I answered, "You smiled at me." At the exact moment the band on stage finished their intro to the war song both of us sang together, "And we're on OUR way."
Everyone in the crowd heard it and wondered what two people so very differently coloured and so differently sized could possibly have in common. The lead singer had heard us, had seen how we were in line to be very good friends indeed. And he held up his hands, winked at me and pushed his two hands together rapidly and repeatedly. "I'm Roberta and I'm HOT," she said.
“Yes, I can see that," and I held out my hand for her to shake. "I'm Doc, and I used to be...
By now, nearly everyone in the crowd was paying attention to us and not to the band. The singer on stage called out on the microphone "Don't shake her hand; you will lose a girl who likes 'The Doors.' Kiss her, FOR GOD'S SAKE."
Before I could demur, she reached up and locked her hands behind my neck and planted a big wet one right on my lips. Some of the audience cheered when they saw that, some derisively. And some with genuine admiration. Well, after all, what could we do? We put an arm around each other and began to walk in the direction of my block of flats on Warners Avenue.
"I know who you are and where you live, I work at the video shop." she interrupted. Sexily. "Let's go and get cool somewhere. “As we strolled up the footpath. I asked her what her favourite cold drink was and she said, "Dry cider, of course, what else?" I stopped in at Tibby's Corner Shoppe, where I nearly bought two bottles, shook my head and asked for six. "Oh, and two large prawn salads to go, thanks Tibby."
Tibby, the elderly German lady behind the counter, raised one eyebrow, but said nothing. She had met my about-to-be-Ex-Wife on two occasions, and knew better than to ask any questions. My soon to be Ex-, unlike myself, had never lived outside the United States and had one of those buzzsaw American accents which hurt Tibby's ears. And she did not approve
"So, 'Hot Roberta', you said your name was, how about coming up to my flat? I 'have some etchings you might like' to see."
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" Knowledge and wit and sex-appeal, all in such a tiny bikini. How do you fit all of that in there?" I could see my bearded reflection in the large mirror glasses she wore. I was afraid I might see at Disney cartoon wolf, looking back at me.
"Take me upstairs to the Kasbah," she smiled, "feed me prawn-salad and cider and I will see if I could show you. Put a couple of those bottles in the freezer; we're both covered with sweat. And we really need a shower, do not you think, and I hope you have one of those detachable hose showers up there. And I will be needing lots of conditioner for that beard of yours. I have plans for that beard of yours!"
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"Umm, Miss Hot Rob, since we're on the subject of little and girls, are you sure, are you quite sure . . . ?"
"What you are meaning, am I 'legal'? The age of consent in New South Wales is sixteen years old. Trust me on that." Yes, yes, I DID notice that she hadn't actually answered my question, but, after all, I was technically unemployed at that moment.
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We stood facing one another in my pale blue tile bathroom. I took off my Speedos as she took off her sarong and that tiny bikini. I held out my hand, so she could step daintily up into the bathtub and turned on the warm water. She took the hose from my hand, and we began pretending to wrestle it away from each other, rinsed each other's bodies free of salt and sand. She picked up a bar of Imperial Leather and began to scrub my back, spun me around to face me again and started sponging off my chest. My stomach. My crotch. My thighs, and down to my feet, stood up again and smiled holding the hose out to me.
"Your turn," she said.
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. I decided to say nothing at the moment, and she gave out a sultry chortle. Then came three knocks at the door of the flat and a voice quietly saying "Robbsie. Are you in here?" Robbsie? "That will be my cousin Rikki," Roberta said.
The front door and bathroom door were perpendicular to each other and, still on my knees, I reached across and turned the doorknob. Rikki from the second-hand bookshop was standing in my doorway and laughed when she saw me on my knees. She wore a shimmering red strapless sundress, tied in a wide knot in front of her breasts. Very young women's breasts seem to stand up with a gravity defying arrogance all their own. Her nipples were twice as protruding as were Roberta's. She noticed my stare, and then glanced down at me. "A good man is hard to find, but a hard man is good to find," Towelling Roberta's body had indeed brought my dick to life, and it was standing up straight, pointing between the two girls at my bathroom door. " So have you two started without me or just rinsed off?"
"Rikki, only a light rinse. I've not even had LUNCH yet. We just got here, honest," Hot Roberta, Robbsie, li'l Miss Hairless said in her unplaceable accent.
"I am covered with Used Book dust. Let me in that tub" Rikki was already displaying a bossy-boots attitude, which for the next few hours, I would learn to treasure. But she put one hand on my stiffening cock, and the other on my fingers, which she placed on the knot of her sundress. She made me pull it apart and the garment fell to the floor. She had on no undergarments. There was no lack of pubic hair, no lack of hair under her arms. I was over the moon. As she raised her arms above her head. I was not sure whether to use the waterhose first on her ample pubes or to try to use my tongue at the same time. " Hot Roberta" had already walked into the lounge room, swaying her hips in an exaggerated way and glancing back at me to smile. I turned my attention back to Rikki standing in the tub and drenched her with the waterhose from head to foot. And then knelt down again as I had before. I gently brushed her breasts. And then her nipples, which were hard and brown. Her breasts were swollen and high: thirty-eight D, I thought to myself.
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Greedily I thrust my tongue through the pubic hair to her clitoris and began licking. The gasping and pussy-cat purring sounds she made reached the lounge room, and Roberta said, slightly annoyed, "He did not do that for me. I think he is a bit freaked out by my, by my ... bald spot. Freaked out, is that the right expression ?"
"Doc, you do not have to worry about Roberta's hairlessness. No, she is not u******e, I promise that it is an unusual genetic thing she has. It is kind of cute and spooky at the same time, don't you think? I do."
She whispered in my ear, "And you should know, she's a virgin. Not totally 'innocent, whatever that word means, but she's never, ya know, been with a man, alright?"
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. " Come and get it."
Rikki used a towel on herself with one hand, while still gently stroking my dick. She got out of the tub, pulled me towards her, and then stood behind me as she entered the lounge room with her arms wrapped around me. One hand still on my dick, on the other hand with her fingers in my mouth. "Oo, o-HO, are you being greedy and possessive or do I get a turn at that?" Hot Roberta had primed out, not one but three of the cider bottles. They were lined up icy and cooling before us. The tall and muscular Rikki sat down next to the impossibly tiny Roberta. And each put a hand on the other's private parts. They looked each other in the eye for a second and then looked down at me. I had taken up a kneeling position again in front of them like some sad supplicant in a temple of lust.
"What shall we do with Virile Man?" they sang, as each fingered the other's pussy opening, I did not really care what they did next, just so they suddenly started doing something that involved my mouth, my fingers and tongue and Cock Harold, even my beard has Roberta had promised.
The three of us clinked our cider bottles together. And then took half of the contents down in one long gratifying gulp. And then I just had to ask. "Why? Why are two such a gorgeous young girls doing this? What d'you really want from me?"
# # # # # # # # #
........ At first , they did it gently and then more forcefully as six fingers plunged into twats. Fingers came up to my lips. Fingers and palms as they wiped my beard and my hair back. My ears were seized by four eager hands, hands that were becoming moist with these two girls’ vaginal juices. I was in scent and sensual heaven. There was a short mock struggle between two cousins, as they grappled for an ear to bring my face closer to their lips. By now, I had one of my hands on each of the girls’ cunt opening and peeling back the outer labia, as they helped me do so as well. So many surfaces to lick with only one tongue in my head. I was dizzy with choices....
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" But you still want to fuck me don't you? You want to fuck me, you want my little body oh yes. I can see that you want my little pussy. ......Roberta was lying flat on her back on my waterbed, and she was rubbing the soles of her feet up-an-down my rib cage and my hairy chest. " You are thinking about sliding slowly into me? Yes, you are!
I want you to stiffen your body up for me, lock your arms straight and stay in that position until I tell you to relax."
Her vagina was like a warm, wet welcoming glove. Under orders from Little Robbsie, and with 'permission' from her 'cousin', my outrageously fattened penis had taken at least 20 seconds to sink INside my hairless tiny new friend. Rikki was still clinging tightly to my back, those fine tits mooshed up against my shoulder blades. Roberta had been puffing like a LaMaize-trained mother as I entered her cunt only she was pulling with her vaginal walls, not pushing. "Okay, Rikki, you can let go ... I'm quite sure I have him now."
# # # # # # #
"A half size too small for Sir, perhaps?"
"Look straight into my eyes! Do you like fucking your friend's little cousin? Does that feel . . . gooood? You really know how to like it like that." She was always quoting Sixties songs, but with tiny, charming errors, as if she had studied but not quite memorised them. She appealed to the singer part of my persona. "O.K., Mister I have my own floor routine. See if you can feel this exercise."
The walls of her cunt began to throb. They were throbbing, making me want to come and come almost immediately, even though Rikki had sucked me to orgasm into Roberta's condom not twenty minutes ago.
# # # # # # #
Well, let us try it then." The older cousin behind me, I started thrusting through a long electric moment to regain my breath and my stamina, so that I could keep on and on fucking my two new little playmates. She gasped for breath a few times, as I eased my rockhard schlong back into her now oozing and dripping pussy, into her moist cunt, her hot, hot twat. I wondered if I had died and gone to sexual heaven, not for the first time on this sweltering hot Friday.
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She looked down, past her titties and navel and Mons of Venus to see my condom shrouded shaft slowly vanishing into her slim wee body, skin the colour of café-au-lait. Ever so slowly, I began its rhythm again, "Oh, OOH, look at YOU," she giggled. "That is making my cunt vibrate and pulsate. Can your big, fat cock feel that?" For a virgin, she certainly had a sexy vocabulary, and a peculiar accent I just couldn't place in spite of my years of world travel.
# # # # # # # #
"Uh, yeah", I whispered back, looking into her brown, wide eyes. Her very large, deeply shining eyes seemed to glisten in the half-light of my bedroom.
"Your vagina is a TIGHT FIT; like, it is gripping my Old Fella, hand-shaking it hard. Good Christ, little girl, I have never been this hard in my whole life. You are the most amazing FUCKer, the best, the most attentive lover." I managed to stutteringly say as I reached, slowly, the shaved pussy lips.
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"Okay, slowly now, just as slow as you possibly can; go push it all the way in and stop. Slowly, I said."
I was poised above my new teenage lover with my arms locked straight and my knees pushing through the water bed mattress clear to the floor. Roberta began taking deep breaths of air four or FIVE times, as I recall. And then holding her breath, began rocking her hips in a sideways motion, in an up-and-down motion in a shuddering motion, all to get me as stimulated as she could. She languidly placed her hands behind her head and stared into my eyes. We were both sweating heavily in the afternoon heat.
And that was when I heard the sound of key in the door lock.
Rikki, behind us, rose-up to a kneeling position so that the huge breasts were clearly in view. Aha, so, she had been looking forward to that sound as much as I had, it seemed. It really was a delicious situation, wanting to be caught and having it come true. While Rikki looked towards the door, Roberta looked up at me. And gave a tiny pinch to both my buttocks, got a wicked grin on her face wet and began pressing hard against my back. She put her two tiny feet on the small of my back and began giving loud, loud cries again, still with the wicked grin. It took effect and went from holding still, deep inside her tunnel and began thrusting as fast and as hard as I could, keeping strictly in time with her cries, of course. Out of a corner of my right eye. I could just barely see the figure of my tubby wife entering the bedroom.
She dropped two bags of shopping on the floor. Now remember, this was a woman who had been raised all her life to believe that all sex was evil, was undesirable. Although it is late in summer, her skin is still pink and untouched with a hint of sun. She is at least fifty pounds overweight and five years older then her slim, tanned husband. I took a deep breath and tried to speak.
And remember, furthermore, that she had committed adultery on board the ship only three months after our wedding. And now she walks in to see her hairy hippy husband banging away with two healthy teenagers, who are openly laughing at her.
" Revenge is a dish best served hot, wet and lubricious and concupicious.
I was plunging in an out of Roberta's twat more to get sound effects from her than sexual satisfaction and Rikki behind us was oo-ing and ahh-ing and winking at my chubby wife. Really, I tried hard not to giggle, as I said my prepared line.
" Darling, Dear Heart. This is Tee hee hee, exactly, ho-ho-ho-OOOH, exACTly what it looks like and it feels even Be-be-be-better. You wouldn't know, would you?"
Like I said, "Work In Progress"
As the singer was exhorting the crowd to take part, she took three steps in my direction and smiled even more. She said the line perfectly in tune "I looked at you" and I answered, "You looked at me" and we both laughed. Another miracle, this was a girl who liked The Doors almost as much as I did. “I smiled at you," she said, and again I answered, "You smiled at me." At the exact moment the band on stage finished their intro to the war song both of us sang together, "And we're on OUR way."
Everyone in the crowd heard it and wondered what two people so very differently coloured and so differently sized could possibly have in common. The lead singer had heard us, had seen how we were in line to be very good friends indeed. And he held up his hands, winked at me and pushed his two hands together rapidly and repeatedly. "I'm Roberta and I'm HOT," she said.
“Yes, I can see that," and I held out my hand for her to shake. "I'm Doc, and I used to be...
By now, nearly everyone in the crowd was paying attention to us and not to the band. The singer on stage called out on the microphone "Don't shake her hand; you will lose a girl who likes 'The Doors.' Kiss her, FOR GOD'S SAKE."
Before I could demur, she reached up and locked her hands behind my neck and planted a big wet one right on my lips. Some of the audience cheered when they saw that, some derisively. And some with genuine admiration. Well, after all, what could we do? We put an arm around each other and began to walk in the direction of my block of flats on Warners Avenue.
"I know who you are and where you live, I work at the video shop." she interrupted. Sexily. "Let's go and get cool somewhere. “As we strolled up the footpath. I asked her what her favourite cold drink was and she said, "Dry cider, of course, what else?" I stopped in at Tibby's Corner Shoppe, where I nearly bought two bottles, shook my head and asked for six. "Oh, and two large prawn salads to go, thanks Tibby."
Tibby, the elderly German lady behind the counter, raised one eyebrow, but said nothing. She had met my about-to-be-Ex-Wife on two occasions, and knew better than to ask any questions. My soon to be Ex-, unlike myself, had never lived outside the United States and had one of those buzzsaw American accents which hurt Tibby's ears. And she did not approve
"So, 'Hot Roberta', you said your name was, how about coming up to my flat? I 'have some etchings you might like' to see."
#########
" Knowledge and wit and sex-appeal, all in such a tiny bikini. How do you fit all of that in there?" I could see my bearded reflection in the large mirror glasses she wore. I was afraid I might see at Disney cartoon wolf, looking back at me.
"Take me upstairs to the Kasbah," she smiled, "feed me prawn-salad and cider and I will see if I could show you. Put a couple of those bottles in the freezer; we're both covered with sweat. And we really need a shower, do not you think, and I hope you have one of those detachable hose showers up there. And I will be needing lots of conditioner for that beard of yours. I have plans for that beard of yours!"
# # # # # # #
"Umm, Miss Hot Rob, since we're on the subject of little and girls, are you sure, are you quite sure . . . ?"
"What you are meaning, am I 'legal'? The age of consent in New South Wales is sixteen years old. Trust me on that." Yes, yes, I DID notice that she hadn't actually answered my question, but, after all, I was technically unemployed at that moment.
# # # # # # # #
We stood facing one another in my pale blue tile bathroom. I took off my Speedos as she took off her sarong and that tiny bikini. I held out my hand, so she could step daintily up into the bathtub and turned on the warm water. She took the hose from my hand, and we began pretending to wrestle it away from each other, rinsed each other's bodies free of salt and sand. She picked up a bar of Imperial Leather and began to scrub my back, spun me around to face me again and started sponging off my chest. My stomach. My crotch. My thighs, and down to my feet, stood up again and smiled holding the hose out to me.
"Your turn," she said.
# # # # # # # #
. I decided to say nothing at the moment, and she gave out a sultry chortle. Then came three knocks at the door of the flat and a voice quietly saying "Robbsie. Are you in here?" Robbsie? "That will be my cousin Rikki," Roberta said.
The front door and bathroom door were perpendicular to each other and, still on my knees, I reached across and turned the doorknob. Rikki from the second-hand bookshop was standing in my doorway and laughed when she saw me on my knees. She wore a shimmering red strapless sundress, tied in a wide knot in front of her breasts. Very young women's breasts seem to stand up with a gravity defying arrogance all their own. Her nipples were twice as protruding as were Roberta's. She noticed my stare, and then glanced down at me. "A good man is hard to find, but a hard man is good to find," Towelling Roberta's body had indeed brought my dick to life, and it was standing up straight, pointing between the two girls at my bathroom door. " So have you two started without me or just rinsed off?"
"Rikki, only a light rinse. I've not even had LUNCH yet. We just got here, honest," Hot Roberta, Robbsie, li'l Miss Hairless said in her unplaceable accent.
"I am covered with Used Book dust. Let me in that tub" Rikki was already displaying a bossy-boots attitude, which for the next few hours, I would learn to treasure. But she put one hand on my stiffening cock, and the other on my fingers, which she placed on the knot of her sundress. She made me pull it apart and the garment fell to the floor. She had on no undergarments. There was no lack of pubic hair, no lack of hair under her arms. I was over the moon. As she raised her arms above her head. I was not sure whether to use the waterhose first on her ample pubes or to try to use my tongue at the same time. " Hot Roberta" had already walked into the lounge room, swaying her hips in an exaggerated way and glancing back at me to smile. I turned my attention back to Rikki standing in the tub and drenched her with the waterhose from head to foot. And then knelt down again as I had before. I gently brushed her breasts. And then her nipples, which were hard and brown. Her breasts were swollen and high: thirty-eight D, I thought to myself.
# # # # # # # # #
Greedily I thrust my tongue through the pubic hair to her clitoris and began licking. The gasping and pussy-cat purring sounds she made reached the lounge room, and Roberta said, slightly annoyed, "He did not do that for me. I think he is a bit freaked out by my, by my ... bald spot. Freaked out, is that the right expression ?"
"Doc, you do not have to worry about Roberta's hairlessness. No, she is not u******e, I promise that it is an unusual genetic thing she has. It is kind of cute and spooky at the same time, don't you think? I do."
She whispered in my ear, "And you should know, she's a virgin. Not totally 'innocent, whatever that word means, but she's never, ya know, been with a man, alright?"
# # # # # # # # #
. " Come and get it."
Rikki used a towel on herself with one hand, while still gently stroking my dick. She got out of the tub, pulled me towards her, and then stood behind me as she entered the lounge room with her arms wrapped around me. One hand still on my dick, on the other hand with her fingers in my mouth. "Oo, o-HO, are you being greedy and possessive or do I get a turn at that?" Hot Roberta had primed out, not one but three of the cider bottles. They were lined up icy and cooling before us. The tall and muscular Rikki sat down next to the impossibly tiny Roberta. And each put a hand on the other's private parts. They looked each other in the eye for a second and then looked down at me. I had taken up a kneeling position again in front of them like some sad supplicant in a temple of lust.
"What shall we do with Virile Man?" they sang, as each fingered the other's pussy opening, I did not really care what they did next, just so they suddenly started doing something that involved my mouth, my fingers and tongue and Cock Harold, even my beard has Roberta had promised.
The three of us clinked our cider bottles together. And then took half of the contents down in one long gratifying gulp. And then I just had to ask. "Why? Why are two such a gorgeous young girls doing this? What d'you really want from me?"
# # # # # # # # #
........ At first , they did it gently and then more forcefully as six fingers plunged into twats. Fingers came up to my lips. Fingers and palms as they wiped my beard and my hair back. My ears were seized by four eager hands, hands that were becoming moist with these two girls’ vaginal juices. I was in scent and sensual heaven. There was a short mock struggle between two cousins, as they grappled for an ear to bring my face closer to their lips. By now, I had one of my hands on each of the girls’ cunt opening and peeling back the outer labia, as they helped me do so as well. So many surfaces to lick with only one tongue in my head. I was dizzy with choices....
# # # # # # # ## ##
" But you still want to fuck me don't you? You want to fuck me, you want my little body oh yes. I can see that you want my little pussy. ......Roberta was lying flat on her back on my waterbed, and she was rubbing the soles of her feet up-an-down my rib cage and my hairy chest. " You are thinking about sliding slowly into me? Yes, you are!
I want you to stiffen your body up for me, lock your arms straight and stay in that position until I tell you to relax."
Her vagina was like a warm, wet welcoming glove. Under orders from Little Robbsie, and with 'permission' from her 'cousin', my outrageously fattened penis had taken at least 20 seconds to sink INside my hairless tiny new friend. Rikki was still clinging tightly to my back, those fine tits mooshed up against my shoulder blades. Roberta had been puffing like a LaMaize-trained mother as I entered her cunt only she was pulling with her vaginal walls, not pushing. "Okay, Rikki, you can let go ... I'm quite sure I have him now."
# # # # # # #
"A half size too small for Sir, perhaps?"
"Look straight into my eyes! Do you like fucking your friend's little cousin? Does that feel . . . gooood? You really know how to like it like that." She was always quoting Sixties songs, but with tiny, charming errors, as if she had studied but not quite memorised them. She appealed to the singer part of my persona. "O.K., Mister I have my own floor routine. See if you can feel this exercise."
The walls of her cunt began to throb. They were throbbing, making me want to come and come almost immediately, even though Rikki had sucked me to orgasm into Roberta's condom not twenty minutes ago.
# # # # # # #
Well, let us try it then." The older cousin behind me, I started thrusting through a long electric moment to regain my breath and my stamina, so that I could keep on and on fucking my two new little playmates. She gasped for breath a few times, as I eased my rockhard schlong back into her now oozing and dripping pussy, into her moist cunt, her hot, hot twat. I wondered if I had died and gone to sexual heaven, not for the first time on this sweltering hot Friday.
# # # # # # # # # # # # # #
She looked down, past her titties and navel and Mons of Venus to see my condom shrouded shaft slowly vanishing into her slim wee body, skin the colour of café-au-lait. Ever so slowly, I began its rhythm again, "Oh, OOH, look at YOU," she giggled. "That is making my cunt vibrate and pulsate. Can your big, fat cock feel that?" For a virgin, she certainly had a sexy vocabulary, and a peculiar accent I just couldn't place in spite of my years of world travel.
# # # # # # # #
"Uh, yeah", I whispered back, looking into her brown, wide eyes. Her very large, deeply shining eyes seemed to glisten in the half-light of my bedroom.
"Your vagina is a TIGHT FIT; like, it is gripping my Old Fella, hand-shaking it hard. Good Christ, little girl, I have never been this hard in my whole life. You are the most amazing FUCKer, the best, the most attentive lover." I managed to stutteringly say as I reached, slowly, the shaved pussy lips.
# # # # # # # # # # # #
"Okay, slowly now, just as slow as you possibly can; go push it all the way in and stop. Slowly, I said."
I was poised above my new teenage lover with my arms locked straight and my knees pushing through the water bed mattress clear to the floor. Roberta began taking deep breaths of air four or FIVE times, as I recall. And then holding her breath, began rocking her hips in a sideways motion, in an up-and-down motion in a shuddering motion, all to get me as stimulated as she could. She languidly placed her hands behind her head and stared into my eyes. We were both sweating heavily in the afternoon heat.
And that was when I heard the sound of key in the door lock.
Rikki, behind us, rose-up to a kneeling position so that the huge breasts were clearly in view. Aha, so, she had been looking forward to that sound as much as I had, it seemed. It really was a delicious situation, wanting to be caught and having it come true. While Rikki looked towards the door, Roberta looked up at me. And gave a tiny pinch to both my buttocks, got a wicked grin on her face wet and began pressing hard against my back. She put her two tiny feet on the small of my back and began giving loud, loud cries again, still with the wicked grin. It took effect and went from holding still, deep inside her tunnel and began thrusting as fast and as hard as I could, keeping strictly in time with her cries, of course. Out of a corner of my right eye. I could just barely see the figure of my tubby wife entering the bedroom.
She dropped two bags of shopping on the floor. Now remember, this was a woman who had been raised all her life to believe that all sex was evil, was undesirable. Although it is late in summer, her skin is still pink and untouched with a hint of sun. She is at least fifty pounds overweight and five years older then her slim, tanned husband. I took a deep breath and tried to speak.
And remember, furthermore, that she had committed adultery on board the ship only three months after our wedding. And now she walks in to see her hairy hippy husband banging away with two healthy teenagers, who are openly laughing at her.
" Revenge is a dish best served hot, wet and lubricious and concupicious.
I was plunging in an out of Roberta's twat more to get sound effects from her than sexual satisfaction and Rikki behind us was oo-ing and ahh-ing and winking at my chubby wife. Really, I tried hard not to giggle, as I said my prepared line.
" Darling, Dear Heart. This is Tee hee hee, exactly, ho-ho-ho-OOOH, exACTly what it looks like and it feels even Be-be-be-better. You wouldn't know, would you?"
Like I said, "Work In Progress"
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