Call Me: Part One of Four
This is my expanded adaptation of a story originally written by a friend who's no longer active online. She went by 'No Panty Girl' and authored quite a few raunchy stories about slutty wives and gang-bangs. This was one of my favorites, so I gave it the SheriffBart treatment. This is Part One of Four
Laureen's husband Earl was a good provider, but he was always on out of town business trips for two to three days at a time. As the area rep for Brabant newspapers, he was responsible for selling advertising from one end of the state to the other.
Brabant published a series of weekly small-town newspapers in a dozen towns and Earl Simpson's job was to sell display advertisement to the local merchants. With his expense account, he managed to do quite well financially.
Laureen enjoyed the lifestyle Earl's salary supported, but missed his company. She often found herself alone in their beautiful suburban home. Even the in-ground pool in their large back yard did not fill the void left by Earl's constant absence.
Dee Whitney and her husband Al lived next door to the Simpson's. Dee had become Laureen's best friend during the brief six months they had lived on Abbey Court. Like Laureen, Dee was a grass widow as her husband was constantly on the road as a union representative.
Both Laureen and Dee were tall and attractive. Laureen was a 5' 8” redhead complete with freckles, deep green eyes, an ample 38D bust that she usually hid under loose blouses, a slim waist and trim hips. She was glamorously beautiful with high cheekbones and a broad jawline. She could have been a fashion model. Like most well-to-do redheads, she dressed in pastels to compliment her burnt orange hair and fair complexion. Although she occasionally wore a form-fitting sweater that hinted at the deep cleavage beneath, she was more comfortable in tight skirts and slacks that showed off her slender figure. As attractive as she was, Laureen Winston was not a flirtatious woman; never had been.
Dee was a dark-haired beauty with big dark eyes, thick lashes that made her look like a gypsy woman. Although not as buxom as Laureen, Dee’s firm round 38C tits were quite sexy, and she made the most of them by wearing tight stretchy tops and bare shouldered “peasant blouses”. Her sensuous bosom was outdone by her broad hips and round, firm ass. At 38-28-44, she had never been skinny, but her intensely seductive manner made her the equal of any fair-haired waif. Dee was as wild and uninhibited as Laureen was prim and proper.
Dee loved inviting men to undress her with their eyes and constantly flirted with strange men during her husband's absences. A lucky telephone repairman or a pizza delivery boy, might find her answering the door in a skimpy halter top and a pair of low-rise Daisy Dukes. She was always trying to coax some stud into filling her needs.
Dee was constantly chastising Laureen for not taking advantage of her husband's absence to add variety to her sex life. She revealed how she was teasing and seducing men who came to her door for one reason or another. She told Laureen that their husbands were almost certainly getting laid while on the road. She sometimes pictured her husband fucking an e***** in his motel room and finger-fucked herself to orgasm. She figured if he could play, so could she.
Laureen found it hard to imagine that Earl would cheat on her, but Dee's steady diatribe started her doubting him. Laureen had not been with another man since long before their marriage five years ago. Dee's persistent heckling "what's good for the goose..." got Laureen thinking.
She thought about Earl getting a blowjob from one of his customers in another county. The thought both made her angry, and wet. The more she thought about him letting other women suck him off, the more frustrated she became and the more encouraged she was to try to do something about it. Her opportunity came sooner than she expected.
She had hired Peter Teichmuller to clean her carpets. She had been careful to avoid hiring a young man to come into the house. She chose someone that would be unlikely to take advantage. Mr. Teichmuller was rugged looking, but not particularly handsome. His deeply lined and tanned face gave him the look of an old cowboy. He was old enough to be Laureen's father, so she thought she was safe with him. Perhaps because of her growing lust and nerve, perhaps just by chance, Peter arrived a bit early for his 10 am appointment and caught Laureen still in her robe.
Laureen was naked beneath her robe and the thought of being so scantily dressed alone with a strange man excited her. Ideas flashed through the young wife's mind as the rug cleaner brought his equipment in from his van.
Laureen pointed out the areas she wanted cleaned and Teichmuller got right to work shampooing the carpet. As the cleaner droned doing its task the aroused wife disappeared into her bedroom to apply her makeup and fix her hair. She exchanged the long terry housecoat for a short semi-transparent baby doll nightie trimmed with black lace. The little bow in front adorned her ample cleavage nicely. She admired her image in the bedroom mirror, took a deep breath and returned to see how Teichmuller was doing.
Peter looked up from the carpet and saw the lady of the house nearly naked and walking slowly toward him. With the sunlight behind her, Laureen's slender figure was silhouetted through the thin material of her negligee. Her magnificent tits bounced and swayed in the little nightie as she sauntered toward him like a Victoria’s Secret runway model. He could see the outline of her toned thighs and her “camel toe” outlined by a substantial fiery red bush flashing in the sunlight as she sauntered into the room. She watched him closely for any sign of disapproval in his eyes.
Laureen's stiff nipples seemed to be trying to push through the thin fabric and Teichmuller's eyes fixated momentarily on her full round tits heaving as she stood breathlessly before him. He allowed his gaze to wander down her stunning body, taking in the shape of her hips and parted thighs. Standing this closely, he could see tufts of dark red pubic hair through the sheer, lacy fabric.
"Wunderbar!" Teichmuller gasped.
Laureen knew as she stood watching the bulge form in the front of the handyman's jeans that she had crossed the point of no return. She had begun her journey down the road toward becoming a slut. She slipped her negligee off her shoulders and allowed it to drop into a pile around her ankles and stood gloriously naked before the astonished carpet cleaner.
"Would you... like to fuck me?" she asked breathily, wearing nothing but a tentative smile.
In response, Peter grabbed her and kissed her passionately, his strong arms crushing him to her. Laureen moaned and melted into his embrace as his hands began to explore her soft naked flesh. Down her back, around her waist and upward to caress, then grope, her big, soft tits. As his hands wandered over her breasts, he moaned and thrust his hips toward her, grinding involuntarily. The feeling of her full tits filling his hands sent steel surging into dick.
Laureen began tearing at his clothes, frantically unbuttoning his shirt, then pulling it out of his jeans. She dispatched his belt buckle in a frenzy, moaning with anticipation as she jerked it through his belt loops and threw it aside. In less than sixty seconds, she had stripped him of all but his socks and was stroking his throbbing cock. It was completely rigid already filling her small soft hand. It was not terribly large, but she thought it felt like the hardest cock she'd ever felt,warm and throbbing in her grasp. Delicate fingers traced along rigid flesh as she teased him, running her nails along the bottom of his shaft.
Peter responded by leaving his fondling of her wondrous tits to slide his hands down her hips and cup her firm slender ass. He groped her ass roughly and kissed her again as his hungry fingers sought and found their target moist. As their tongues entwined, his big rough hands slid easily into her wet labia. Teichmuller reveled in the feeling of the housewife's wet, hot, pussy inviting him in.
As Peter slid two fingers inside her, Laureen broke the kiss, gasping as pleasure and desire shot through her body and soul.
It had been over six weeks since Laureen had been laid. The past weekend she had been on her period and Earl had opted for a blowjob instead of screwing her. She had wondered if it was just another excuse to stick his dick in her mouth. Earl loved nothing more than watching his lovely, sophisticated wife stretch her ruby red lips along his thick cock. He lived to fuck a pretty face. But after she had sucked him off and swallowed his thick, briney load, he left the room and went to watch football, leaving her frustrated and abandoned. Now she was about to finally get what she wanted, what she needed.
She grabbed Peter's manhood and began jerking it slowly, and looked into his eyes.
“Now Peter. Please fuck me. Right here...right now!”
Peter laid her down right there in the middle of the living room floor on the still-damp carpet. Laureen spread her legs wide, and brazenly caressed her breasts and licked her lips, wordlessly repeating her invitation. Peter paused for a moment, drinking in the sight, his eyes traveling from her fiery green eyes to her hands cradling her magnificent bosom, across her pale, flat belly, taking in the mound of her pelvis, the white flesh under her belly, the thick dark red bush, and her swollen pussy lips, wet with desire, drooling for his cock. Teichmuller climbed on top of the nude housewife and slid his thick, hard cock into his supine client. Slowly at first, savoring the incredible pleasure of being engulfed in her warm wet embrace, then, with one long thrust, he buried his rod deep in the gorgeous desperate housewife. Laureen's legs clamped around him like a pair of human vice grips as her cunt closed around his dick with a life of its own. She threw her head back and moaned.
“Ohhh God yess! Take me like a dirty whore! Oh Peter, fuck me!”
The old German took his time, sliding his cock slowly out of her sweet pussy, savoring the sensation of her tight wetness, before slamming it deep into her. With each hard thrust, he drove the breath from her trapped body. Her hips gyrated in eccentric circles in symphony with the German's cock sliding in and out of her neglected fuck hole. She contracted her pelvic muscles and thrust her hips upwards in an effort to get maximum penetration from Teichmuller's cock.
Laureen was driven to the brink of orgasm within minutes as the German pounded his thick hard cock into her like a diesel piston. Her legs wrapped around his ass, trying to add to the force of his invasion. She found herself biting his neck and moaning like a wildcat as the heat built within her abdomen. She started thrusting back at him, grinding her cunt upward to meet his powerful thrusts. She was out of control now, fucking like an a****l, swept away with lust. She had never allowed herself to behave like this before, not even with her husband. She started whispering in her lover's ear, talking like a porn star saying the filthiest things she could think of.
Peter responded to her lewd demands by fucking her deeper and harder, instinctively driving her to the brink. Laureen clasped his shoulders and arched her back, crushing her breasts against his chest and the first wave crashed through her. She opened her mouth wide to vent the fire, but only grunts came from her writhing body. Her pussy spasmed and clamped down on Peter's rod but he only fucked harder, driving deep into her cunt, driving her mad with pleasure.
A moment, an hour, a lifetime later, as the spasms faded and she began to breathe again, he balanced himself on one arm and with his right hand groped her left breast and lowered his head to kiss her chest. With a start, Laureen realized his cock was still rock hard and throbbing within her.
“Ohhh God, you're still hard. Are you for real? Mmmmmmm yesss” She gyrated her hips, grinding on his fleshy steel, feeling the warmth of her passion rising again as he kissed and fondled her breast.
“I think I know what you want..” She pushed him gently and they rolled over. She straddled him and rose slowly upward, leaving a trail of her creamy juices along his thick shaft. She didn't have to explain. He slid his hands from her hips upward, pausing at the top of her ribs, feeling the underside of her huge tits sitting on the tops of his hands. He drank in the sight, warmth and weight of her bosom. Slowly, he began caressing and squeezing her breasts, savoring each sensation. She felt his cock throb reflexively as his hands closed hard around her titflesh and pinched her large nipples. He thrust upward and they moaned in unison as his cock penetrated her fully once again.
“Oh know you don't Peter” she chided. “I'm going to ride you for a while.” Just lay back, enjoy these..she said as she clasped her hands over his, “and relax.” Peter did as he was told and lay prone on the floor. His consciousness was filled with the sensation of her soft round breasts filling his hands, and her tight, wet pussy sliding up and down his cock.
She rode him for a luxuriously long time, rising up and down on his axle like a carousel horse. When she felt him tensing, she slowed and relaxed as much as possible. She was not only behaving like a slut, but she was in control and she wanted to make the most of it. She sat on his shaft and gyrated, loving the sensation of trapping his cock against her G-spot.
“Ohhh God” she thought, if I keep this up I'm going to cum again before he does. So fucking good...Why haven't I ever done this with Earl?
The thought of her husband brought a rush of jumbled feelings.
I'm cheating on him, I'm betraying my husband! No, he's probably cheating on me right now, with some little blonde slut, letting her suck his cock in some motel...Yes, he's probably about to come in her hot little mouth right now...Oh fuck me, he's cumming in her mouth!
Just then she wondered what Earl would do if he walked in on them right now and found her riding this German stranger, fucking him like a sorority slut right in the middle of the living room floor.
He'd probably walk over, take out his dick and shove it in my mouth...
Laureen gyrated faster, grinding hard on Peter's trapped cock as he groped her tits and moaned in sweet ecstasy trying to hold on as she rode him with abandon. He could see that she was in a world of her own, her eyes closed, her thoughts as foreign to him as his native tongue was to her as she used him to drive herself to another orgasm.
He was just a sex toy now, just a hard cock trapped in her pussy, a tool for her to release her pent up desire. And that was fine with him. The thought of being used by this lonely beautiful woman turned him on even more and he began to gasp as his hands now ran all over her torso, drinking in the sensual flood of her body dancing on his.
He'd walk right up and pull out his big fat cock and start jerking off right in my face! Laureen thought. The idea of Earl standing over them jerking off sent her over the edge and she started slamming herself down on her German fuck toy and moaning loudly.
“Ohhhh Fuck! Ohhh God, Yesss. Give it to me, dammit!” Her cries of passion reverberated off the living room walls. “Give me your hot cum, I want all of it in me! Give it to me!”
“Kleine Schlampe!”, Peter growled as he stiffened, grabbed Laureen by the waist. “ Kleine hure!” he hissed, and began bucking upward, fucking Laureen without control, without restraint, driving his cock deep into her like a man possessed. Laureen groaned loudly and in a spasm, slammed herself down in his bucking loins, locking her legs around his. They locked their bodies in one **** of release as his cock finally exploded within her, blasting hot cum deep into her womb.
Her second orgasm was more powerful than the first, intensified by Peter's spurting cannon and the simultaneous thought of Earl watching and jerking off all over her. Laureen wailed in ecstasy as her fingernails dug into the German's back. She felt herself overflowing with his cum.
When their passion subsided, she slid down Peter's sweaty body and slowly, looking wantonly into his eyes, began to lick him clean. She sucked his slippery dick deep into her mouth, sucking hard as it spat a few more spurts of brine into her hungry mouth. She moaned in appreciation and gulped it down. Then she looked up at him and licked her lips, leaving a dollop of semen on her chin. A shadow crossed her face momentarily as something drifted back into her mind.
“You said something...Meine schampe...meine hure?” What does that mean? Is that German for “Oh baby?” She gave him her most beguiling smile. She looked like Betty Homemaker again, except for the cum glistening on her sweet face.
Peter blushed and cleared his throat. “Kleine schlampe. Kleine hure” he corrected. “It means, um...Little slut. ..Little whore. I'm sorry Mrs. Winston, I was --”
“Tish tosh! No need to apologize. Considering the circumstances, Mr. Teichmuller, I consider that pretty high praise.” She ran her tongue along the base of his cock, slowly snaked it around the bottom of his ball sack and began lightly stroking his stiffening cock. “Now, let's see if I can live up to it.”
Laureen's husband Earl was a good provider, but he was always on out of town business trips for two to three days at a time. As the area rep for Brabant newspapers, he was responsible for selling advertising from one end of the state to the other.
Brabant published a series of weekly small-town newspapers in a dozen towns and Earl Simpson's job was to sell display advertisement to the local merchants. With his expense account, he managed to do quite well financially.
Laureen enjoyed the lifestyle Earl's salary supported, but missed his company. She often found herself alone in their beautiful suburban home. Even the in-ground pool in their large back yard did not fill the void left by Earl's constant absence.
Dee Whitney and her husband Al lived next door to the Simpson's. Dee had become Laureen's best friend during the brief six months they had lived on Abbey Court. Like Laureen, Dee was a grass widow as her husband was constantly on the road as a union representative.
Both Laureen and Dee were tall and attractive. Laureen was a 5' 8” redhead complete with freckles, deep green eyes, an ample 38D bust that she usually hid under loose blouses, a slim waist and trim hips. She was glamorously beautiful with high cheekbones and a broad jawline. She could have been a fashion model. Like most well-to-do redheads, she dressed in pastels to compliment her burnt orange hair and fair complexion. Although she occasionally wore a form-fitting sweater that hinted at the deep cleavage beneath, she was more comfortable in tight skirts and slacks that showed off her slender figure. As attractive as she was, Laureen Winston was not a flirtatious woman; never had been.
Dee was a dark-haired beauty with big dark eyes, thick lashes that made her look like a gypsy woman. Although not as buxom as Laureen, Dee’s firm round 38C tits were quite sexy, and she made the most of them by wearing tight stretchy tops and bare shouldered “peasant blouses”. Her sensuous bosom was outdone by her broad hips and round, firm ass. At 38-28-44, she had never been skinny, but her intensely seductive manner made her the equal of any fair-haired waif. Dee was as wild and uninhibited as Laureen was prim and proper.
Dee loved inviting men to undress her with their eyes and constantly flirted with strange men during her husband's absences. A lucky telephone repairman or a pizza delivery boy, might find her answering the door in a skimpy halter top and a pair of low-rise Daisy Dukes. She was always trying to coax some stud into filling her needs.
Dee was constantly chastising Laureen for not taking advantage of her husband's absence to add variety to her sex life. She revealed how she was teasing and seducing men who came to her door for one reason or another. She told Laureen that their husbands were almost certainly getting laid while on the road. She sometimes pictured her husband fucking an e***** in his motel room and finger-fucked herself to orgasm. She figured if he could play, so could she.
Laureen found it hard to imagine that Earl would cheat on her, but Dee's steady diatribe started her doubting him. Laureen had not been with another man since long before their marriage five years ago. Dee's persistent heckling "what's good for the goose..." got Laureen thinking.
She thought about Earl getting a blowjob from one of his customers in another county. The thought both made her angry, and wet. The more she thought about him letting other women suck him off, the more frustrated she became and the more encouraged she was to try to do something about it. Her opportunity came sooner than she expected.
She had hired Peter Teichmuller to clean her carpets. She had been careful to avoid hiring a young man to come into the house. She chose someone that would be unlikely to take advantage. Mr. Teichmuller was rugged looking, but not particularly handsome. His deeply lined and tanned face gave him the look of an old cowboy. He was old enough to be Laureen's father, so she thought she was safe with him. Perhaps because of her growing lust and nerve, perhaps just by chance, Peter arrived a bit early for his 10 am appointment and caught Laureen still in her robe.
Laureen was naked beneath her robe and the thought of being so scantily dressed alone with a strange man excited her. Ideas flashed through the young wife's mind as the rug cleaner brought his equipment in from his van.
Laureen pointed out the areas she wanted cleaned and Teichmuller got right to work shampooing the carpet. As the cleaner droned doing its task the aroused wife disappeared into her bedroom to apply her makeup and fix her hair. She exchanged the long terry housecoat for a short semi-transparent baby doll nightie trimmed with black lace. The little bow in front adorned her ample cleavage nicely. She admired her image in the bedroom mirror, took a deep breath and returned to see how Teichmuller was doing.
Peter looked up from the carpet and saw the lady of the house nearly naked and walking slowly toward him. With the sunlight behind her, Laureen's slender figure was silhouetted through the thin material of her negligee. Her magnificent tits bounced and swayed in the little nightie as she sauntered toward him like a Victoria’s Secret runway model. He could see the outline of her toned thighs and her “camel toe” outlined by a substantial fiery red bush flashing in the sunlight as she sauntered into the room. She watched him closely for any sign of disapproval in his eyes.
Laureen's stiff nipples seemed to be trying to push through the thin fabric and Teichmuller's eyes fixated momentarily on her full round tits heaving as she stood breathlessly before him. He allowed his gaze to wander down her stunning body, taking in the shape of her hips and parted thighs. Standing this closely, he could see tufts of dark red pubic hair through the sheer, lacy fabric.
"Wunderbar!" Teichmuller gasped.
Laureen knew as she stood watching the bulge form in the front of the handyman's jeans that she had crossed the point of no return. She had begun her journey down the road toward becoming a slut. She slipped her negligee off her shoulders and allowed it to drop into a pile around her ankles and stood gloriously naked before the astonished carpet cleaner.
"Would you... like to fuck me?" she asked breathily, wearing nothing but a tentative smile.
In response, Peter grabbed her and kissed her passionately, his strong arms crushing him to her. Laureen moaned and melted into his embrace as his hands began to explore her soft naked flesh. Down her back, around her waist and upward to caress, then grope, her big, soft tits. As his hands wandered over her breasts, he moaned and thrust his hips toward her, grinding involuntarily. The feeling of her full tits filling his hands sent steel surging into dick.
Laureen began tearing at his clothes, frantically unbuttoning his shirt, then pulling it out of his jeans. She dispatched his belt buckle in a frenzy, moaning with anticipation as she jerked it through his belt loops and threw it aside. In less than sixty seconds, she had stripped him of all but his socks and was stroking his throbbing cock. It was completely rigid already filling her small soft hand. It was not terribly large, but she thought it felt like the hardest cock she'd ever felt,warm and throbbing in her grasp. Delicate fingers traced along rigid flesh as she teased him, running her nails along the bottom of his shaft.
Peter responded by leaving his fondling of her wondrous tits to slide his hands down her hips and cup her firm slender ass. He groped her ass roughly and kissed her again as his hungry fingers sought and found their target moist. As their tongues entwined, his big rough hands slid easily into her wet labia. Teichmuller reveled in the feeling of the housewife's wet, hot, pussy inviting him in.
As Peter slid two fingers inside her, Laureen broke the kiss, gasping as pleasure and desire shot through her body and soul.
It had been over six weeks since Laureen had been laid. The past weekend she had been on her period and Earl had opted for a blowjob instead of screwing her. She had wondered if it was just another excuse to stick his dick in her mouth. Earl loved nothing more than watching his lovely, sophisticated wife stretch her ruby red lips along his thick cock. He lived to fuck a pretty face. But after she had sucked him off and swallowed his thick, briney load, he left the room and went to watch football, leaving her frustrated and abandoned. Now she was about to finally get what she wanted, what she needed.
She grabbed Peter's manhood and began jerking it slowly, and looked into his eyes.
“Now Peter. Please fuck me. Right here...right now!”
Peter laid her down right there in the middle of the living room floor on the still-damp carpet. Laureen spread her legs wide, and brazenly caressed her breasts and licked her lips, wordlessly repeating her invitation. Peter paused for a moment, drinking in the sight, his eyes traveling from her fiery green eyes to her hands cradling her magnificent bosom, across her pale, flat belly, taking in the mound of her pelvis, the white flesh under her belly, the thick dark red bush, and her swollen pussy lips, wet with desire, drooling for his cock. Teichmuller climbed on top of the nude housewife and slid his thick, hard cock into his supine client. Slowly at first, savoring the incredible pleasure of being engulfed in her warm wet embrace, then, with one long thrust, he buried his rod deep in the gorgeous desperate housewife. Laureen's legs clamped around him like a pair of human vice grips as her cunt closed around his dick with a life of its own. She threw her head back and moaned.
“Ohhh God yess! Take me like a dirty whore! Oh Peter, fuck me!”
The old German took his time, sliding his cock slowly out of her sweet pussy, savoring the sensation of her tight wetness, before slamming it deep into her. With each hard thrust, he drove the breath from her trapped body. Her hips gyrated in eccentric circles in symphony with the German's cock sliding in and out of her neglected fuck hole. She contracted her pelvic muscles and thrust her hips upwards in an effort to get maximum penetration from Teichmuller's cock.
Laureen was driven to the brink of orgasm within minutes as the German pounded his thick hard cock into her like a diesel piston. Her legs wrapped around his ass, trying to add to the force of his invasion. She found herself biting his neck and moaning like a wildcat as the heat built within her abdomen. She started thrusting back at him, grinding her cunt upward to meet his powerful thrusts. She was out of control now, fucking like an a****l, swept away with lust. She had never allowed herself to behave like this before, not even with her husband. She started whispering in her lover's ear, talking like a porn star saying the filthiest things she could think of.
Peter responded to her lewd demands by fucking her deeper and harder, instinctively driving her to the brink. Laureen clasped his shoulders and arched her back, crushing her breasts against his chest and the first wave crashed through her. She opened her mouth wide to vent the fire, but only grunts came from her writhing body. Her pussy spasmed and clamped down on Peter's rod but he only fucked harder, driving deep into her cunt, driving her mad with pleasure.
A moment, an hour, a lifetime later, as the spasms faded and she began to breathe again, he balanced himself on one arm and with his right hand groped her left breast and lowered his head to kiss her chest. With a start, Laureen realized his cock was still rock hard and throbbing within her.
“Ohhh God, you're still hard. Are you for real? Mmmmmmm yesss” She gyrated her hips, grinding on his fleshy steel, feeling the warmth of her passion rising again as he kissed and fondled her breast.
“I think I know what you want..” She pushed him gently and they rolled over. She straddled him and rose slowly upward, leaving a trail of her creamy juices along his thick shaft. She didn't have to explain. He slid his hands from her hips upward, pausing at the top of her ribs, feeling the underside of her huge tits sitting on the tops of his hands. He drank in the sight, warmth and weight of her bosom. Slowly, he began caressing and squeezing her breasts, savoring each sensation. She felt his cock throb reflexively as his hands closed hard around her titflesh and pinched her large nipples. He thrust upward and they moaned in unison as his cock penetrated her fully once again.
“Oh know you don't Peter” she chided. “I'm going to ride you for a while.” Just lay back, enjoy these..she said as she clasped her hands over his, “and relax.” Peter did as he was told and lay prone on the floor. His consciousness was filled with the sensation of her soft round breasts filling his hands, and her tight, wet pussy sliding up and down his cock.
She rode him for a luxuriously long time, rising up and down on his axle like a carousel horse. When she felt him tensing, she slowed and relaxed as much as possible. She was not only behaving like a slut, but she was in control and she wanted to make the most of it. She sat on his shaft and gyrated, loving the sensation of trapping his cock against her G-spot.
“Ohhh God” she thought, if I keep this up I'm going to cum again before he does. So fucking good...Why haven't I ever done this with Earl?
The thought of her husband brought a rush of jumbled feelings.
I'm cheating on him, I'm betraying my husband! No, he's probably cheating on me right now, with some little blonde slut, letting her suck his cock in some motel...Yes, he's probably about to come in her hot little mouth right now...Oh fuck me, he's cumming in her mouth!
Just then she wondered what Earl would do if he walked in on them right now and found her riding this German stranger, fucking him like a sorority slut right in the middle of the living room floor.
He'd probably walk over, take out his dick and shove it in my mouth...
Laureen gyrated faster, grinding hard on Peter's trapped cock as he groped her tits and moaned in sweet ecstasy trying to hold on as she rode him with abandon. He could see that she was in a world of her own, her eyes closed, her thoughts as foreign to him as his native tongue was to her as she used him to drive herself to another orgasm.
He was just a sex toy now, just a hard cock trapped in her pussy, a tool for her to release her pent up desire. And that was fine with him. The thought of being used by this lonely beautiful woman turned him on even more and he began to gasp as his hands now ran all over her torso, drinking in the sensual flood of her body dancing on his.
He'd walk right up and pull out his big fat cock and start jerking off right in my face! Laureen thought. The idea of Earl standing over them jerking off sent her over the edge and she started slamming herself down on her German fuck toy and moaning loudly.
“Ohhhh Fuck! Ohhh God, Yesss. Give it to me, dammit!” Her cries of passion reverberated off the living room walls. “Give me your hot cum, I want all of it in me! Give it to me!”
“Kleine Schlampe!”, Peter growled as he stiffened, grabbed Laureen by the waist. “ Kleine hure!” he hissed, and began bucking upward, fucking Laureen without control, without restraint, driving his cock deep into her like a man possessed. Laureen groaned loudly and in a spasm, slammed herself down in his bucking loins, locking her legs around his. They locked their bodies in one **** of release as his cock finally exploded within her, blasting hot cum deep into her womb.
Her second orgasm was more powerful than the first, intensified by Peter's spurting cannon and the simultaneous thought of Earl watching and jerking off all over her. Laureen wailed in ecstasy as her fingernails dug into the German's back. She felt herself overflowing with his cum.
When their passion subsided, she slid down Peter's sweaty body and slowly, looking wantonly into his eyes, began to lick him clean. She sucked his slippery dick deep into her mouth, sucking hard as it spat a few more spurts of brine into her hungry mouth. She moaned in appreciation and gulped it down. Then she looked up at him and licked her lips, leaving a dollop of semen on her chin. A shadow crossed her face momentarily as something drifted back into her mind.
“You said something...Meine schampe...meine hure?” What does that mean? Is that German for “Oh baby?” She gave him her most beguiling smile. She looked like Betty Homemaker again, except for the cum glistening on her sweet face.
Peter blushed and cleared his throat. “Kleine schlampe. Kleine hure” he corrected. “It means, um...Little slut. ..Little whore. I'm sorry Mrs. Winston, I was --”
“Tish tosh! No need to apologize. Considering the circumstances, Mr. Teichmuller, I consider that pretty high praise.” She ran her tongue along the base of his cock, slowly snaked it around the bottom of his ball sack and began lightly stroking his stiffening cock. “Now, let's see if I can live up to it.”
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