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More Than She Bargained For
by Sweet Irish (address withheld)
Edited by MLH
***
Life was boring for the 41 year old housewife. Her
husband had stopped relations with her - so Rene
dressed her small but stacked body in a dress that
revealed her beauty. Meeting three former football
linemen started her on a sexual track that took her
around the world. Great and terrific sex abounds in the
story, including her sister in law working in a brothel
at the age 16 as a runaway. (Fb, bg, ped, 1st, inc,
orgy)
***
The third man was again pounding his thick stock of
manhood into her petite body, and her sex was becoming
sore. The other two men had been unmerciful in their
taking her twice already.
Now the brute of a man was pulling and twisting her
body while his penis was striking places an erection
had never touched inside her vagina.
"For the love of god, please let my legs down, you're
hurting me! Augh no, no more! You're too large for me
like this," 41 year old René Maria Shannon, was
pleading as tears ran from her eyes.
Standing a perfect five-feet, and at 101 pounds, the
enchanting and captivating middle-aged housewife was
considered extremely charismatic. Her 32-C breasts and
20-inch waist line, gave her complete self control over
her life that men wanted to control, for at least long
enough for sex.
Women on the other hand, wanted to slap her silly for
looking so young, vibrant and extremely exotic in her
appearance.
René was seldom seen without an alluring smile on her
face, and her deep dimples softened anyone's foul mood.
However life had seemed to change in the past year or
two, as her husband seemed to have become distant, and
René believed he was impotent.
**
Since Eric had ignored her needs, today was her first
experience in sex for nearly two years. Knowing she
couldn't continue without some sexual release,
especially when her husband refused to give her an
answer to why she must be treated cold and loveless.
Leaving the house around five in the afternoon, René
decided to check out one of the local bars and see if
she could perhaps find a man who could appreciate her.
René was uncertain how she would allow some man to
approach her and once he had, could she continue with
the final act of adultery?
Enjoying a glass of wine, and wondering if Eric was
truly enjoying his business trip to Denver, René had
noticed the three huge men enter the lounge and walk to
sit at the cocktail table next to her.
**
René felt her small round hips being slammed by the
thick legs of Jacob, the man who was now ramming his
cock into and back out of her sex.
The striking of the muscular legs of the former
football lineman was like her buttocks were being hit
with the size and strength of a man's fist. With her
body bent double at the waist, the small body of the
woman was turning Jacob on as he poured his lust out
while driving his cock deeper and deeper into her sex.
The first two men, also former football players, had
taken her with the same pounding sex she was now
receiving, except they weren't as large and thick as
Jacob. Tim and Roger had each displayed nine inches of
male meat as she'd watched them undress.
René watched the faces of the two men immediately after
they were nude, and she had removed her own clothing.
Standing in only her heels, René firmly believed the
men had grown an inch longer when viewing her nudity.
René's sex was covered in a triangular shaped thatch of
maiden hair. The curls of hair crowning her vulva was
perhaps two inches wide above her pussy and tapered to
disappear half way down each of her labia. René's
maiden hair was the same as it had been since she first
started growing her sex rug when she was nearly
thirteen.
The fine reddish gold of her muff had excited her
husband the first time he observed it on their wedding
night, and he ejaculated as he stood in front of her,
René recalled. The new bride had watched the thick
white cream shoot from her husband of only a few hours.
At first it scared René, and then she knew a certain
fact, "My darling husband got excited and came just
seeing me nude."
René understood her just married husband was viewing
her maiden hair, and he told her, "Your hair only goes
part way down your sex, do you trim it that way my
love?"
Now at forty-one, the housewife was listening as the
man called Roger spoke out to his friends, "Damn, look
at her hair, it shines and sparkles when the light hits
it, and it only grows down her pussy a short ways."
Jacob asked, "Do you trim it that way or it grows that
way, lovely one?"
"The way you see it is the way it grows, are you
disappointed?"
"No, and if you two don't mind, I will have my turn
with the pretty lady," Tim spoke up.
For a few minutes it was strictly foreplay, then her
sensitive breasts were being sucked and when René felt
a finger parting her labia and sliding up into her
body, she shuddered. Perhaps a total of three minutes
passed and then she was stretched out on her back, and
René knew it was time to stop the man, or she would be
having sex with only the third man in her life.
"Ohhhh, easy... it has been so long... god your going
in me, slow down, please let me feel you slide up in me
slow and gentle... yes, like that... Tim... Tim, I'm
coming... your so big!"
In less than a minute of being penetrated, and Tim
moving his large nine inches of manhood deep into her
body and then withdrawing, and the pounding of his
pubic bone against her clitoris, René was shouting out
her climax. Her hips bumped up from the motel bed, and
she cried out twice as her body gave the man his
pleasures, and the married woman felt his semen
squirting up into her sex, not once but five times she
knew his liquid was shot into her body.
Before she was fully recovered, Roger was between her
legs and the man did not take her gently, but hurriedly
and with a hard thrust. René did not climax this time,
but she loved the hard and forceful strokes as the
large man pounded into her and struck hard between her
lovely legs.
This time, when Roger pulled out of her sex, Jacob
immediately was between her legs and on her. He jammed
his large 14 inches of male meat up her small sex, and
René thought only how thankful she was that the other
two men had shot lots of cream up into her sex.
Then they rested for a half hour or so, and poured
drinks and enjoyed the expensive Johnny Walker Blue
Label over ice. When Tim and Roger rode her the second
time, she was beginning to feel just a tinge of
soreness from the large penises the three men had
shoved up her pussy.
**
Passing through Eric's mind was the fact his wife
looked just like his sister when she was twelve and
thirteen. Eric had accidentally viewed his sister one
afternoon when they were getting dressed to meet their
parents for dinner.
The look on his 17 year old face was one of surprise as
he took in the small tiny breasts that were only puffy
pink caps on what later would be her breasts. There was
a small scattering of hair just beginning to grow at
the top of her immature sex.
"Sorry Pansy, I didn't mean to walk in on you; I didn't
think anyone was in the bathroom." When Pansy did not
move or tell him to leave the bathroom, Eric looked
more closely at his young sibling.
"You're getting really cute, Sis, you best watch out or
some boy will be hitting on you."
"Big brother, you’re funny, and look at your thing - it
must like me as it is pointing at me... is that what a
hard on is?"
"Yeah, how do you know about such things, are you
messing around with guys?"
"No, but my friends and I talk. I'm still a virgin and
will be until the day I get married?"
Pansy, you have cute breasts and I like the hair just
starting to grow on your pussy."
When his sister started to walk past him to leave the
bathroom, Eric about died as she reached out and
grabbed his throbbing erection. Her small hand
continued to hold his meat and suddenly shot his cum
all over her body. "Oh, Pansy, you made me cum! You're
the first girl to touch me or make me cum!"
When he next saw his sister nude, Pansy was thirteen
years old and her body had produced the first evidence
of how she would grow into a sensual woman. In her
first teen year, Pansy had nice 32-A breasts and her
mons was covered at the very top with a small growth of
brown straight hairs.
Eric and Pansy had been left home alone for the weekend
as their parents had flown to Boston for a weekend.
They had left Friday morning and that evening a strong
storm passed through their community and Pansy had ran
into her brother's room and crawled into bed with him.
The eighteen year old boy was sort of watching
television, but mainly reading a book he was doing a
book report on for school, while the storm's violent
winds were driving wind and hail against the house.
When he saw his sister run into his room, Pansy was
wearing only her panties, and nothing else to cover her
nudity.
There were no sexual ideas passing through Pansy when
the winds became so strong and the sounds of the
thunder and the flash of lightning caused her to seek
protection with her brother.
Within moments, the siblings heard a horrendous
crashing sound outside the house, and they both jumped
from the bed and ran to look out the window. The large
tree next to the sidewalk in the front of their home
had blown over and had hit the neighbors van. They saw
that people were looking out their windows but the wind
and lightning was so fierce they weren't safe in going
outside.
"Let's get back in bed, I'm scarred Eric," Pansy said
as she had hugged her brother tightly to get his
protection. Once they were back in bed, Pansy pressed
her adolescent form against him, and he could feel her
quiver in her fear of the storm. Another crashing sound
outside caused them to jump from bed and once more to
see what had occurred this time.
"Look, the tree across the street has blown over and
hit the DeWeiss house," Eric excitedly told his sister.
"I better call mom and dad so they know we're okay.
When he tried to call on the phone, the line was dead,
so he picked up his cell phone and called his parents
from his own phone.
"Hello, Eric, why are you calling us, is something
wrong," his mother asked when she saw his number appear
on her cell phone
"Yeah mom, there is a real bad storm, we are okay, but
the tree in front of the house blew over and hit the
Drake's van, and just now the tree across the street
just blew down and hit the DeWeiss house, and they are
all outside, but it is a mess."
Eric told his mother how the regular phone was not
working, and just then the electric went out. He spoke
for another ten minutes and then his mother asked how
Pansy was. "Eric, get your sister, and you two sleep
together and you make sure you sister is okay." Eric
listened as his mother told him, "If you have any other
problems you can us, okay?"
They got back under the covers, and the darkness of the
night made Pansy even more afraid, and then she was
soon hugging her brother tighter as the wind blew
around the house. The contact of her breasts and her
panty covered sex was causing Eric to become excited,
and he soon found his cock pushing against his sister's
sex.
Slowly Eric moved his arm around his sister and pulled
her to him and he commenced to bump his erection
against her pubic area. Moving his hand up, he cupped
her naked breasts and instead of hearing her ask him to
stop touching her, Pansy whispered, "I like your hand
on me, ohhhh, Eric, would you like me to take my
panties off?"
When Eric moved his sister onto her back and moved on
top of her now fully nude body, he pressed his erection
to the small notch between her legs, and the end of his
cock entered her young sex.
"Eric, oh wait it hurts, we can't have sex... by then
it was too late and his cock was pressing against her
hymen and Eric shoved as hard up his sister's little
twat as he could.
"Noooo, oh stop, Eric, your hurting me... no, I don't
want sex, stop it Eric..."
By the time their parents could return due to the storm
damage at the local airport, it was another four days,
and by then, Pansy had grown fond of having her brother
shove his cock back and forth in her small pussy. When
Pansy was 16 years old, she had become an expert at
providing sex, and it was on a professional level. One
day Pansy got a fake identification card, birth
certificate and driver's license and left for Nevada.
Pansy found work in a brothel and lived the life of a
working girl for five years, then left the sex industry
with the accumulated wealth she'd earned, the majority
of which was not noticeable on a tax return.
For Pansy, she found it easy to fuck the brothels
financially, as they fucked her out of the fifty
percent of what she charged the John, she found out
that she was required pay "rent" for the room, tip outs
for the maids, taxi drivers, who in turn kicked money
back to the madam, and even limo drivers who could sell
a line for the girls who were locked in the house until
her three weeks duty was up.
The working girls usually took their week off during
their period, but Pansy had found when she was on an
outdate, she could do him in his hotel room. After
giving the trick his required time, Pansy could hit the
casinos, and do a trick and pocket a couple of hundred,
before calling the house and having them pick her up.
The girls knew a lot of the employees working the
tables and bars in the casinos and when they were on an
out date or during their week off, they would give the
casino employee a "free piece" and she would be set up
with Johns wanting a quick piece. The best ones
happened when a John had hit it big and he was willing
to share his wealth in knowing he could get the girl
"cheaper" in the casino than at the ranches.
The girls were pissed about the cost of their medical
exams each month, as they were required to keep AIDS
and other diseases from the customers, but hell, the
tests were a week late. When Pansy had her customer in
her wired for sound room, she would whisper how she
would do the trick for an extra hundred and not make
him use a condom.
Even the security guards got a percentage of her fifty
percent when she did a party in the private party
rooms. Other costs that weren't noted when she was
hired seemed to keep cropping up, and finally Pansy
determined that she was lucky to get 15 to 20 percent
of her supposedly fifty percent.
Pansy found the life in the brothel mostly boring, as
she worked from eleven at night until eleven the next
morning and on Friday and Saturday, from nine until
eleven the next morning. The hours dragged if the shit
was slow, but when she hit the guys in the parlor or
bar, she would tell them she would do them special if
they went along on the amount they were paying.
The sexy looking Pansy had determined if she could fool
the John into showing his driver's license, she knew he
wasn't a mark planted by the asshole brothel owner to
see if the girls were skimming.
During her first six months in the brothel she did not
like some of the men as they were dirty or their dicks
weren't clean, and especially those from the desert
countries. Those she made wash their dicks before she
would even do a pecker check.
Then, to her amazement one afternoon, Pansy discovered
her real reason for starting the life of a working
girl, her brother had taught her to fuck, and she loved
it each time, and then she found older guys on the
sidewalk that would pay her money to fuck her.
Five years after starting her sex career in the
brothels, Pansy decided she had fucked enough and
wanted a different life. So at 21 years of age, and she
calculated 6,000 men later, plus most likely 50 women,
she wanted something normal in life, and after a trip
to New York City, returned home.
**
Viewing the three men in the nude when they initially
had undressed, and she had only met them a few hours
before, it was obvious they could see that she had hair
growing part way down her sex. The housewife and mother
knew that the men were looking at her toned thighs that
were hiding what assuredly was a small grotto they
wanted to enter.
Then her mind froze as the third man eased his
underwear down over his legs and before her was a man's
weapon that froze her in fear before it had even been
shoved up her pussy.
No way, René thought, no man alive can have that much
cock hanging between his legs. Hell he must be at least
14 inches long, and shit; he is as big around as a
drinking glass. "Guys, there is no way I can take that
monster, so I'll try you two, but not a cock that damn
large.”
Now René was taking her sixth fucking of the evening
and this time she was being fucked in a brutal fashion.
The first time Jacob had shoved up her pussy, she could
move her body as she wished, but now she was being
subjected to a violent fuck, and with her legs up on
the man's shoulders.
René was sobbing for him to stop, let her legs down,
and then she cried out,
"Your cock is so fucking big, take it out or something
for a little while, I can't take any more, god stop,
let my legs down."
"You like it don't you little one, you like having 14
inches of hard dick up your little cunt, tell me... you
like being fucked by this cock,... fuck... fuck...
fuck... you're the smallest female I have ever fucked,
oh hell you are so fucking tight... I'm getting my
nuts, I'm cumming in you... aughhhh, fuck, guys, who
wants her next?"
After going off the large cock simply shrunk until it
eased from the small sex and the nearly non-existent of
labia on René's body. Her legs ached, and the muscles
had been stretched and twisted in a way she could never
have imagined. Never before had her legs been pushed up
on a man's shoulders during sex, and with the large
size of the man they felt like they would be torn from
her body.
René knew only one thing, her body was beyond any sense
of feeling, she was totally fucked out. Six times her
pussy had been plowed by the large cocks, and the one
that was overly large.
The three men were sitting on the bed looking down at
the woman and they watched as her body was still
shaking in the throes of orgasm. The petite body was
lying with her legs spread open and her youngish
looking sex was slowly giving out the six loads of cum
that had been planted deeper up her pussy than it had
ever experienced.
Tim looked closely at the small lips on the pussy, and
speaking softly told his friends, "Look at her pussy,
it is quivering, and her small ass is shaking... hell I
think she is still climaxing."
René heard the voices, but was so enthralled in
enjoying the afterglow of sex, that she understood that
the man was correct; her body was still sharing the
strong and now weakening climaxes.
The tapering off of cumming for the housewife was
strange, and she had no idea that a female body could
accept such hard pounding fucks and still survive. My
god I feel like I'm split open from that monster of a
man's thing was driven so deep in me, I feel like it
hammered my stomach.
"Would one of you hand me my drink... god you guys
fucked me to death... it has been nearly two years
since I last had a man, my husband ignores me now."
"Little one, you are absolutely perfect and beautiful,
hell I would marry you in a minute," Jacob spoke softly
as his hands caressed the firmness of her breasts.
**
The four of them were now hungry and called for a pizza
to be delivered. When the pizza arrived, Jacob slipped
on his slacks and answered the door. The four of them
sat around the table in the room and enjoyed the extra-
large five topping pizza.
After eating the pizza, Jacob stood up and turned the
chair around that René was seated in, and kneeled down
and commenced eating her pussy. She scooted forward on
the chair seat, and in a few minutes had her legs over
the man's broad shoulders and was soon grabbing his
head in her hands and pulling his face against her
femininity.
"Jacob, I'm cumming oh god that is so good... yes, I'm
cumming... make me cum... aughhhh... now!" Her body was
still shaking from the strong climax she had just
received, and René felt her self being picked up and
placed on her hands and knees on the bed.
"No... Jacob, you too big... I can't take you like
that... ohhhh, god, be easy... aughhhh.... Jacob be
gentle... this is my first time like this... nooooo,
nooooo... your killing me, your too big!" René was
letting the large man know his 14 inches of cock was
filling her and striking her in places a cock had never
been before.
"Jacob, god you're so deep, so deep... your fucking me
in places a cock has never touched before... aughhhh,
ohhhhh wait... you are so deep..."
No sooner was Jacob done taking the petite woman doggie
style that Tim took her the same way. René continued to
sob out her passions and feelings of hurt and pleasure.
"I don't know if it hurts or feels good any more...
just fuck me... fuck me!"
After feeling the first cock of the evening that had
started the night of unabashed sex leaving her pussy,
René felt Roger move behind her and bury his dick deep
in her body.
When he pulled completely back out of her pussy, she
was disappointed and have shouted out, "No, put it back
up in my... not in my ass... no, I've never done
that... ohhhhh it burns... god your splitting my ass
apart... help me... one of you make him stop... my ass,
it hurts... no more... aughhhh!"
René fell forward on the bed and her body continued to
hump up and down after Roger had pulled his cock from
her shrinking ass. The three men could not get over how
she was moving as if she was still fucking.
Never in their lives had they experienced sex as they
had this night. Still they watched and listened as the
small round buttocks, as if they belonged on a 13 or 14
year old girl, and not a woman of 41.
Then a wailing sound came from the woman, as she asked,
"Jacob, do my ass..."
Moving to the woman, Jacob picked her up as if she was
only a football. Carrying her over to the table, he
placed a pillow on the table top, and then laid her on
the furniture with her legs hanging toward the floor.
Jacob's large hands pulled the small buttocks apart,
and before his eyes he saw the still partly open
sphincter of the smallish woman, and he aligned his
thick cock at the round brownish muscle.
"AUGHHHHH, OH HELL YOU'RE KILLING ME... AUGHHHH!!" and
as he drove thick over sized erection up the woman's
ass he felt her go limp. "Hell guys, I think she passed
out.
For five minutes, Jacob rode the woman's ass, and when
she regained her consciousness, he made her know she
was being butt-fucked the hardest and deepest she
likely would ever know. Shooting his cum up her ass,
Jacob could feel her gripping his manhood with her anal
muscles and then dumped his load of cum up her ass.
**
The guys left around four in the morning, after each
had once more enjoyed her pussy. René woke from a deep
and sound sleep to the sounds of someone knocking on
the motel door. Then she made out what was being said,
"Housekeeping, time to checkout."
Glancing at the clock, René saw it was 11:30 and called
out that she would be leaving in a half hour.
Walking into the bathroom, she found it impossible to
use the toilet except to urinate. "My god, my sex and
butt are so sore, was it a dozen times, no I think it
was fifteen times they rode me, and each took my
butt... god I must have been crazy to have agreed to
such a night of sex," René spoke out loud to her self.
"Eric, you asshole, wherever you are at this moment, I
hope you can hear me telling you that we are finished."
**
Thinking back to when she was twenty-five, René
recalled flying to San Francesco to meet up with Eric
who had been working in Guam in the Mariana Islands for
three months on some military project installing global
radar tracking units. They were going to enjoy a week
long second honeymoon, in the city, and René remembered
how she had become so fidgety without sex after only
one month.
The three months of taking care of the children and
sleeping alone had started to take its toll on the
attractive mother, and she reasoned that she and her
darling husband could make up for lost time.
When she checked into the hotel, she was surprised to
learn that Eric had not arrived, but decided that the
long flight from Guam could account for his not
greeting her. The desk clerk handed René an envelope
with a message inside.
Opening the envelope the message was brief, "At the
last minute, I was offered the chance to spend another
three months on Guam on the project, so will not be
able to meet you, Eric."
Under her breath René said, "You bastard, not even an,
"I love you," and you decided this without consulting
me."
Once she was in her room, René was so mad, that she
didn't cry, but thought how she might just as well
enjoy the week in the city she had always wanted to
visit. Undressing in her room, René lay down on the bed
and was soon sleeping a troubled sleep, and when she
awoke, it was nearly half past six in the afternoon.
Taking a long hot and soaking bath with liquid gel she
found in the room. René stood under the shower and
rinsed off the gardenia scented suds, and even after
drying off, her body gave off the fragrance and she
made a mental note to purchase some of the gel if
possible from the hotel.
It was nearly eight by the time she dressed, and René
remembered she had decided to wear the stockings and
garter, and matching bra, and no panties, she had
brought along to dress up to have dinner with her
husband. Instead, she recalled, "I'll wear it out by
myself, and find a nice restaurant to enjoy dinning out
on my first night in San Francisco.
Taking a taxi to the restaurant recommended by the bell
captain, René knew she was attractive looking, and when
she stepped into the taxi, she did not consider how her
dress had shown her spread legs as she stepped into the
cab. The look on the hotel doorman's face told her that
the 18 or 19 year old boy must have seen all the way to
her sex.
When she arrived at the restaurant, she was careful to
keep her legs together when she swung them out of the
cab.
Telling the maitre'd she wished a table near the front
center of the restaurant, René listened as he informed
her, "They are all tables for four or more, madam, but
I have a nice table on the side near the back of the
restaurant."
"Sir, let me assure you that I don't run a whore house
so don't call me madam, and secondly, I want a table
like I asked for, and if you can't offer me such, let
me speak with the owner, as I just might purchase the
restaurant and you will be the first person out of a
job."
"I will see what I can do for you but it will be about
a half hour, would you care to wait in the lounge?"
René looked at the fiftyish year old man and replied,
"Fine, and would you ask the owner, and if he isn't
here, the manager to see me in the lounge?" Looking at
the man, she told him, "You may tell him Mrs. Shannon
is waiting to see him."
"Before I forget to mention it, I always tip the host
after I have eaten, in the event I find I have been
seated poorly." Smiling, René carried her white lie a
little more and told the pompous ass, "I was taught
that by one of the Kennedy women while I was
vacationing in Palm Beach once."
When the owner arrived in the lounge, he greeted René
in a warm voice, and she asked if he had a moment that
he could join her. "I'm René Shannon, and I will be in
town on executive business for the coming week, and I
hope to enjoy my dinners here nightly." René soon was
informing the owner about her experience with his host,
and as she listened, was told that her drinks and
dinner would be his treat this evening.
The Steak Diane was perfect and fixed at her table, and
the chive and garlic twice baked potato was superb and
the wine was one of the finest reds she had ever
tasted.
Just before the desert tray arrived, Bernie Youghstine
walked over and asked if everything was alright. René
liked the elegance of the man, who she found out was 52
years old, and recently divorced. "Would you like to
join me, as I hate traveling and having to dine alone?"
After a terrific piece of double chocolate cheesecake,
with a caramel sauce, they moved to the lounge and
enjoyed two glasses of green cream de mint each.
"You dress exceeding fashionable Ms Shannon, and your
choice of a dress is perfect," Bernie said in a soft
voice.
After enjoying the second cocktail, they decided to
have a cup of black coffee together. By the time it was
midnight, René was becoming attracted to the man, and
when she was asked if she needed to return to her hotel
immediately, she understood where the question was
leading.
"No, but may I be excused for a moment, I need to find
the little girls room."
When René returned from the restroom, she had made up
her mind, “If he should ask me to sleep with him, I
will," she told her self.
Instead of asking if she wanted to go to her hotel
room, or to his home, Bernie asked if she would like to
see his private quarters on the second floor of the
restaurant. "I have a private dinning room, which will
seat a hundred for dinner on the second floor, and my
own apartment, which is where I live."
Taking the escalator to the second floor, René was
somewhat nervous, then she became at ease as Bernie
showed her the dinning room, the complete kitchen and
then from there down a long hallway to where his
apartment was located at the front of the building. I
have two bedrooms in here, and I had a false area build
between the dinning room and my apartment, and it
provides sound proofing.
Viewing the living quarters, René noted the expensive
leather furniture and the solid walnut and burl oak
dinning table and chairs. Walking into the hallway from
the living room into the kitchen, René saw it was
complete and evidently could be used to prepare private
dinners for Bernie's guests.
Entering the hallway to the bedrooms, she saw there was
a large bathroom, and then she was surprised to see
each bedroom was very large and had its own bath.
Leaving the master bedroom, which also looked out onto
the street, she was shown a sauna and a large Jacuzzi
in a separate room from the Swedish steam room.
René asked, "Tell me, do you entertain in your own
rooms, Mr. Bernie?"
"Yes, in fact I have a private function tomorrow night
for some VIPs from D.C. coming here. They will be using
my personal area and I assume you can understand why I
don't just let anyone know I live here.
"Would you like to sample the sauna and Jacuzzi, or
just one of them with me?"
"Bernie, you might find this hard to believe, but I
have only known one man, and that is my husband, so
what does one say at a time like this?"
Smiling, Bernie took her hand in his and told René,
"You only need to say one word, "Yes" and that will
answer it all.
Looking back at the man, René wondered what it be like
to undress in front of another man, but she knew this
man was powerful and he likely could get any woman he
wished. Smiling back at Bernie, René simply replied,
"Yes."
As if he was afraid she would change her mind, Bernie
reached out and took René in his arms and as he kissed
her passionately, eased the zipper down in the back of
her dress. Letting the dress fall from to her hips,
René eased it over her hips and as it fell to the
floor, remembered she was not wearing panties.
Unfastening the René's bra, Bernie pulled it down her
arms and gazed at the perfect cones sticking out from
her chest. "Damn, your breasts are perfect, and I love
you maiden fleece."
Kneeling down, Bernie unfastened her stockings and
rolled each down her leg. Then he unhooked the garter
in the back and before him was a woman who looked like
a girl who just turned into a teenager.
"Your perfect, hell, I feel as if I'm about to be with
my 13 year old granddaughter."
Before they moved to the sauna and then into the hot
tub, Bernie took René on the floor and ate her pussy
before fucking her. When his thick cock started up into
her body, René sobbed out, "Bernie be gentle... your
thick... ohhhhh, easy, god your driving me crazy, I've
never been fucked like this... Bernie, you're making me
come."
They got up from the floor and proceeded to the sauna,
and after sitting in the steam room for ten minutes,
they rose and eased into the swirling water of the
Jacuzzi. René spent the night with Bernie and when
returned to her hotel the following morning after a
wild night of sex.
For the remainder of the week, René enjoyed sex with
the powerful built man, and left San Francisco a woman
who had experienced more sex in a week's time more than
she did with her husband in two months time.
René had the memories of that time in her mind during
her total marriage, and now it came back to her as she
showered after having three men take her in brutal sex.
**
Walking into her home after leaving the motel she
checked the answering machine and found a call from
Regina Martin reminding her of the ladies country club
meeting on Thursday.
Entering her bedroom, René undressed and slipped on a
pair of panties, shorts and a top, but did not put a
bra on over her breasts. Her nipples were sore and felt
as if they had been chewed off from the action the
three men gave them.
During the day, as she would bend or stretch to pick
something up, René could feel the tenderness in her
anus from it being taken three times by the large built
men. Anal sex is something I will desire in the future
but not once a month.
By three in the afternoon, René got in her car and
drove to the mall, and as she shopped, enjoyed the
stares she received from men as she walked by them. One
young boy, who she later found out was seventeen, spoke
with her as she enjoyed a cappuccino at the coffee bar.
For nearly an hour the two of them spoke together and
when he wanted to call her, she replied, "I won't call
you, Tike, or allow you to have my phone number, but I
come to the mall at least once or twice a week, so if I
see you here again, we'll see what happens. Do me a
favor, wear slacks and a nice shirt so we can perhaps
enjoy eating a meal together."
Four more times René met Tike at the mall, but each
time declined his offer of going to eat. René noted
that he always had on slacks and a shirt. When they
spoke about his name, she laughed as he explained it
was because his friends like to watch him ride his dirt
bike, and he'd crashed several times when he first
started competing in riding. Someone had suggested
putting training wheels on his bike and it would be a
tricycle, so he ended up being called Tike.
It was a Sunday afternoon and René was bored setting at
home so she drove to the mall. Wearing a skirt and
blouse, she looked attractive and she walked to the
coffee bar. She had just started to sip her latté when
Tike walked over and asked if he could join her. For
the next twenty minutes, they enjoyed each other's
company, and Tike asked, "Can we go somewhere and eat,
it's my eighteenth birthday today."
They ate at a TGIF and after the birthday meal they
walked from the restaurant and having already discussed
going to a motel, René pulled into the nearest one at
the interchange at the interstate, and obtained a room.
Once they were in the room, René simply undressed and
looked at the surprise on Tike's face as she slipped
off her panties and stood nude before him.
"If you want your birthday present, you should undress
and then we can celebrate together, Mr. Tike."
When the young boy was undressed, René saw he was well
buffed out and had previously told her he was on the
wrestling team and also a starting playing for three
years on his high school football team. After he they
were both nude, René walked the few steps to where Tike
was standing and she kneeled down and commenced giving
him a blow job.
Within a few minutes, René was swallowing the thick
cream of the young boy, and after she had gotten him
off, took his hand and led him to the bed. Moving onto
her back, she took his still erect cock and placed it
in the notch of her sex.
"Ugh, your something else for a young guy... oh hell...
fuck me like that, wait, don't come yet, stop for a
minute... make it last... yeah, fuck me, fuck me like
that... oh hell Tike I'm ready to cum, come with me...
now Tike, cummmm, oh yeah," and as she cried out felt
the full length of the young boy's cock push deep in
her body and shoot his cum against her womb.
Twice more that afternoon and evening Rene allowed her
body to be taken and she realized it had been nearly
five months since she had been with the former football
giants of men. What would it be like to feel them up
her openings once again?
Dropping Tike off at the mall, she asked him not to
tell anyone about their afternoon if he ever wanted to
be with her again.
**
Six months after being with the men, René was finally
able to be alone with her husband when he wasn't on a
trip or too busy to speak with her.
"Eric, I want a divorce, and no fucking tears because I
know you don't love me, and haven't for a long time,
besides, who are these charming young boys I see in
these photographs?" While speaking to her asshole of a
husband, she flipped down the six photos of Eric and
the boys, in which they were holding hands or kissing,
and in one photo, both.
"They aren't what they appear to be, how you got
these... I will never divorce you René, never, you
belong to me."
"Wrong Eric, I have never belonged to you, and here are
the divorce papers and you need to sign them, three
copies, and wherever you see the arrows on the paper
clips."
"No way you bitch will I sign divorce papers... ever!"
"Fine, I want you to know that copies of these photos
will be delivered to the president of the firm where
you are employed at nine in the morning, so either you
sign, pack your shit and leave this house within the
next hour, or my not calling someone will result in the
photos being delivered, your choice you gay prick."
**
René had dressed in a full skirt and peasant blouse,
slipped on a pair of mules, and hadn't worn panties,
bra or stockings. Today was her forty-third birthday
and had flown to Luxembourg to start a three week
driving trip through Europe. René had not set up a firm
itinerary, as she wanted to travel at her own pace. The
hotel was in the center of town and as she exited the
hotel, was amazed at how clean the streets were, and
there seemed to be flowers growing everywhere.
After Rene` had strolled the sidewalks and looked in
store windows, she stopped at a quaint tea house and
enjoyed a hot tea and some of the local cookies.
Within a few minutes she was speaking to a couple from
Phoenix and after they left a couple from Paris. When
they heard her name was René, they asked if she was
French. For nearly an hour and two more pots of tea,
René was in need a restroom. The lady went with René to
the ladies room, and after they returned to their
table, they said goodbye and perhaps they could meet in
Paris.
The trip gave the René all she wanted in the way of
relaxing and she found that five nights of sex
satisfied her during the three weeks. Her favorite
place to visit was Louis XIV Versailles, and the
thought that someone lived in such grandeur, was
impossible to imagine.
Even more impressive to René was the fact the place was
built in the mid 17th century. Especially when the
country was going broke, no wonder some lost their
heads.
**
Back home and once more involved in activities that did
nothing for her, René decided to sell her home and
perhaps she move to Belize. Purchasing a small
efficiency apartment once she arrived in Belize, and
after a month of enjoying the country, René decided to
find something to occupy her time.
Finally René took a part time job as a hostess in an
upscale restaurant she had enjoyed eating in a few
times. One evening as she was taking dinner
reservations, she saw the large body of Jacob entering
the restaurant with another man.
When they were in front of each other, Jacob looked at
René and said, "No way, my god I stopped by that bar
where we met many times hoping to find you there... now
I'm here on vacation and find you. After introducing
her to his friend, Jacob told her he would wait for her
to get off work.
Two weeks later they were married, and they both
decided to wait and enjoy sex together on their wedding
night.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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