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Mr. Olson - 2
by Petthara (petthara@hotmail.com)
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The second part of the story of Ellen (18), Christian
(18) - and Mr. Olson (68). A tale of intergenerational
attraction. (M/MF-teens, exh, voy, size, cuck, huml)
***
Author Note: I decided to finish my story about Mr.
Olson. English is still not my native language.
***
1
We entered the car and drove off. None of us said a
word. I gave Ellen a few sideways looks. She kept
looking out the window.
"Take me home Christian. I need to think."
I stopped the car outside their house.
"Bye Christian. I am so sorry. Take care. I love you."
A light peck on the chin. Then she was gone.
I didn't hear a thing from Ellen the next four days.
She didn't answer my calls, nor my SMS's. Her mobile was
turned off.
I see no reason to elaborate on what I was feeling these
four days. I had seen the tide coming and I had been
unable to stop it. Now she was with another man. I now
knew she had been longing for this geriatric stud. And I
had learnt I was absolutely no match for him in bed.
This old man was pure sex.
Yes, there was despair and depression. There was
jealousy and there was fear for her well-being. Yet, I
was feeling horny all the time. Ellen had been right. I
had been fantasizing about watching this old patriarch
in action with some young woman. Now he was giving some
of his patriarchy to my own beautiful feminist
girlfriend. The two of them were inside my head all the
time... kissing... sweaty bodies... Ellen adoring the
old man's assets... her screams when his enormous weapon
is deep inside her lovely body... his massive
cumshots...
I jerked myself off... and off... and off.
The fourth day I received an SMS. It read:
"Hi Christian. I am in Greece. Sorry for having been
inaccessible. I've been had by a real man now. Back on
Monday. Still love you."
Then nothing more until I got the next one Tuesday at
noon:
"Hi. Back from heaven. Would you like to meet me? Cafe
Felix at 19.00? Love, Ellen".
I did want to meet her.
2
She sipped her coffee and she was radiantly beautiful.
She was a woman now. No jeans, no t-shirt. She wore some
sort of trouser suit. It clung tightly to her sexy
curves. Her full lips were painted, so were her elegant
nails. When she slipped off her shoes I could tell that
she had painted her perfect toes too.
She was completely relaxed, smiling, small talking. I
was tense, silent. But I was hard. So hard. I wanted her
so bad.
Then she abruptly said:
"OK let's go. I know I have behaved like a total bitch,
Christian. I really feel sorry for you. But I couldn't
help myself. Ask me anything you like. I will be
honest."
I felt tongue-tied. She continued.
"I want you to know that there are no emotions involved
here. Eric and me...that's pure lust. I could never fall
in love with him. I love you. You are still the best
thing that's happened to me. But at this point in my
life... well I simply needed to be picked up by a man
like Eric."
My voice sounded very feeble, I managed to ask:
"You and old men, Ellen. You really like them?"
She looked liked she found the question boring.
"Old men...Not as such really. It's mostly been my old
fantasy studs."
She laughed a little.
"And they hardly exist you know. It's just happens that
I have now met one. Met HIM. The other old guys are
mostly decrepit dotards."
"And now you want to be with him."
"Too be with him...well... another man is having me now,
But like I said I don't love him, Never will. But yes,
he is on my mind, day and night. But not for long. I
hope. I think. I'm just going through an animalistic
phase now. But I will come back to you. If you will have
me."
"Animalistic?"
"Yes."
She was studying my bewildered look.
"Like, take the way you make love. How do you think a
stranger would describe it? Maybe he would say you make
love with your eyes? That your love-making is
voyeuristic?"
"Voyeuristic?"
"Voyeuristic. You always want me to be on top. You watch
my face all the time, with this adoring look. You prefer
that I do the work. You have said yourself that I look
like the Madonna in that painting in your parents' home.
It's some sort of worship. You want me to be a Madonna.
And that makes me try to subdue my own horniness. If you
only knew what grimaces I would have liked to make! It's
not easy to be a Madonna when you are being fucked by
the man you love!"
She bit her lip.
"I am not a Madonna. I am a sow and I want to be taken
like a sow."
"What did you just say?"
"I have tasted what Eric calls his more ferarum.
Mounting a woman from behind. Doggy style. You have seen
him. The first time he did that to me it was like a
revelation."
"A revelation..."
"A revelation. Maybe that's because I have my back
against him so that he can't see me and I can make all
the grimaces I want. Maybe because I, unlike when I am
with you, submit, while he acts. Maybe..."
"Maybe...?"
"Well, maybe because when we fuck and he is real horny
he says to me: "Say that you are my sow!". And I have to
repeat: "Yes. I am your sow."
"You don't have to. You don't have to say anything. You
like to say it. That's all."
"No. I have to say it."
"Why?"
"Because when he is wild with lust he pushes my head
hard against a table or whatever and he whispers in my
ear: "If you don't say it I will break your neck."
"He is that brutal?"
"It may seem brutal so say things like that, but the
voice he uses is far from brutal."
"And what kind of voice would that be."
"A voice filled with love."
"So you love him."
"I have already told you I don't."
She could see I was in a bad state now.
"Come on. Don't be depressed. When it all comes down to
it, it's better to be treated like a Madonna than a sow.
Soon I will come back and be your good old saint's
image. OK?"
"I don't believe you."
"And I don't blame you. I am cuckolding you with a man
old enough to be your grandfather. I have caused you big
pain. But then.. I believe I also have given you some
thrills."
"Excuse me?"
"Come on, Christian. We both know you like to watch. And
that you have a strong imagination. We both know you are
as fascinated by "the exceptional old man" as I am. Of
course you are jealous. But there is so much more..."
"Like what?"
"Look, I know that fantasizing about this big old
stallion pleasuring me must turn you on enormously.
Eric's incredible manliness simply turns you on. I know
that!"
She waited for me to say something. I didn't, so she
continued.
"Well. That's us, isn't it? He turns us on because he is
such a big, over-powering, dominant old man. Eric's
everything that you are not. He is your opposite. You
despise him. And yet you envy and admire him."
"You don't think..." I felt my voice cracking.
"That you are gay? No. It's just that you are a beta
male. The careful guy who avoids risk and confrontation.
You're quiet. Smart. You're collaborative. And
idealistic. You don't try to prove your value all the
time. And you definitely have a submissive streak."
"Ellen, enough now."
"So, on stage comes this strange old man who can get any
woman, in spite of him being old and plain and small.
Eric is simply the ultimate alpha. He just claims sexual
rights to females that attract him. If a woman turns him
on he will pursue her. And even now, pushing 70, he is
an extremely attractive male. Women - and men too -
gravitate to him and follow him. He may sound like a
primitive, self-centered asshole. But he is not."
"A freak of nature."
"That's right. Literally. He "suffers" from a very rare
hormonal disorder. Affects his sex drive. And his
ability to build muscle. In a big way."
Ellen made a pause. She ordered two glasses of wine.
"Betas like you will be intimidated by the alpha male.
Particularly a much older alpha."
She waits for me to say something. I must have looked
like a beaten puppy.
I wanted the conversation to take a different course. I
heard myself ask:
"What exactly happened that day you first met him?"
"You are you sure you want to hear about that? I'll tell
you exactly what happened if you want me to." She
touched my hand.
"I want to"
This is what Ellen told me.
3
It was my sister who showed me his advertisement. She
knows me you know, probably some kind of bait. I phoned
him immediately. He was flirty. He said I sounded cute.
I guess I wanted to sound cute.
He told me to send an application and a nice picture.
I sent him the one that you took some weeks ago. The one
with me standing with my hands on my hip smiling widely
into the camera. I wear jeans and a tank top. Bare
belly, bare feet. I think he liked it.
The next morning I was very nervous. I wore jeans and
tank top again.
He was even smaller than I expected. And certainly not
any better looking. He wore some sort of formless
tracksuit.
Yet it was lust at first sight.
He eyed me from head to toe. I felt my knees shake.
After a couple of minutes of talking I noticed this huge
bulge running down the left leg of his pants. I first
glanced. Then I took a full look. And... yes... that was
his penis. Eric's cock ran more than half way down to
his knee and tented out from his pants.
He caught me looking at it and he smiled, He just
continued to look me straight in the eyes, effortlessly
continuing the conversation. Then this monster inside
his baggy tracksuit starts pointing upwards!
Eric just smiled and continued talking. He was openly
checking out my long nipples. They betrayed my lust, I
know. I struggled hard to keep looking at his face but I
couldn't help staring at his monstrous manhood, I was
ogling him! That amazing bulge down the inseam of his
trousers. Its length, it's thickness. Its power, nearly
ripping through his pants, wanting to get at... ME!
Then, after maybe five minutes in the hallway, he
suddenly steps forward. He pulls my head down and
presses his mouth to mine. Our tongues meet and all of a
sudden I'm in his arms. It happened so quickly I didn't
have time to think. I was stunned, so overwhelmed by
this old man's gall. Our kiss quickly heated up. He
tasted so good! I was totally into the kiss in no time.
He was using his tongue like nothing I had ever felt.
And all the time I felt his gigantic boner against my
stomach.
Suddenly he broke the kiss. We got our breath back. Our
faces very close. We held and stroked each other. He
told me he needed to make a few business calls before he
was going to a meeting. His daughter and her kids were
staying for a few nights. His daughter had promised him
to show me around the house and tell me about my duties.
He was VERY sorry that he couldn't have the pleasure of
doing that himself. He adjusted his boner and rudely
peeked down to his crotch to underline his point..
On our way to the kitchen we had a phony little
conversation. He says, "I am a little old runt, you
know. A bad boy."
I just laughed and said, "If you say so."
"Some little girls like old batboys."
Then I locked eyes with him and said: "Yes. Some do."
His daughter was very nice. Her children are his
youngest grandchildren. 3 and 5, very cute, very
outgoing. I played a little with them before and after I
had my guided tour. His daughter is an organizer of
cultural festivals. She is very proud of her father.
Spoke so fondly of him, joking about his "Neanderthal
ways". She is extremely beautiful.
After a while Eric joined us in the dining-room. He had
taken a shower and wore suit trousers, shirt, bare feet.
He had some time to spare before his meeting.
Incredibly, his pants seemed to bulge the moment he saw
me. His daughter must have noticed too. He sat down and
fell into the conversation in no time. We spoke about
his law suit and about the festival. He was so funny!
His daughter must have noticed the way I giggled at
Eric's remarks and the way I looked at him. Eric had
started playing footsie with me from the moment he sat
down. I slipped off my shoes and started tickling his
feet with my toes. I felt up his instep, his calf, his
sole...
All of a sudden he manages to grip my big toe between
his big one and his second toe. He squeezes it so hard
that it actually hurts a bit. He gives me a wolf-like
grin. His daughter no doubt sensed the chemistry between
us. She pretended not to notice. I worked up some
courage, returned his grin with a doe-like smile. Eric
then touched his crotch crudely and changed position so
that his lap was towards me.
He had steered his hard-on so that it pointed upward
along his stomach. The fabric of his pants was stretched
obscenely. Unreal, I thought. He sat like that, his back
half-turned to his daughter, his lap hidden from her by
the table corner, while he in this calm, deep voice
gives a lecture on a famous classical singer who will be
visiting his daughter's festival. He looks at me all the
time, the tent in his pants disclosing his urgency and
desire. All of his lust... for me.
It was the jungle! I was with a dominant old alpha who
had made his choice and showed off his size and
virility. I was the young female he had decided to mate.
And I felt.. chosen.
I must have looked like I had enough.
"Shall I continue Christian?"
"Yes." I didn't recognize my own voice.
Well, all of a sudden Eric says time flies, he and I had
some formalities to close before he left.
Then Eric and I left for the library.
Inside, he was standing close to me, looking me deep in
the eyes. I look into his. He slowly lifts his thumb and
pointer finger and rubs my chin a little.
Then he takes my head and once more pulls me down to
kiss him. His kiss made me tremble all over. The entire
time we kissed we felt each other up. In no time he was
inside my panties, manipulating my sopping wet pussy.
I stroked and squeezed his immense bulge. That iron hard
old bull cock inside... It turned me ON, Christian! His
fingering felt too good to be true. All of a sudden I
felt myself lying over his shoulder, like a slaughtered
animal. I could only whimper... it just felt too good!
Then I came. Like a volcano. My whole body convulsed. I
desperately tried to press my mouth to his neck to
subdue my shrieks.
I slowly came to myself, still hanging feebly over him.
He tried to make me stand on my own two feet. He placed
me in a chair. My knickers were at my knees. He lifted
my legs up and looked at my pussy and ass.
He looked at his watch, his hand was still covered in my
juices. He licked it up and told me he had 25 minutes
till he needed to go to a meeting. He motioned me to
take out his cock.
I could hear his grandchildren play outside his room.
Suddenly his daughter called for him. It was urgent. A
grandson of his had been injured in an accident in
school and sent to hospital.
Before I knew it he was off. He adjusted his erection,
gave me a kiss and simply said "tomorrow."
4
Ellen seemed to have finished her story. She was waiting
for my reaction.
"You were ready to let take out his penis when his
grandchildren were playing outside the room?"
"He could have mounted me as he pleased, with his
grandchildren playing outside the room."
She stared dreamily into the air. I didn't detect any
look of shame.
"But he didn't. And in spite of that crazy come I felt
very unfulfilled, So, I was quarrelsome and very very
horny when I met you on Saturday. Grumpy that Eric and I
didn't get to finish."
I had been fingering my crotch most of the time she
spoke. My hard penis was very visible. She looked at me
and she smiled. I felt myself blushing.
I was surprised I didn't feel more depressed. I was
surprised that I still needed to learn more.
"Are you still a feminist, Ellen?"
"Oh yes! Eric is a dominant man. Particularly in bed of
course. But it's NOT chauvinist to happen to have unique
sexual prowess. It's NOT chauvinist to be able to give a
woman incredible pleasure. It's NOT chauvinist to
emancipate so much sexual energy in your partner. ALL of
Eric's women have been strong, independent, beautiful.
So are his daughters. He hates bimbos.
Ellen's mobile beeped. She read the text, gave a
delighted giggle and sent me a secretive smile.
"Excuse me. I need to go to the toilet."
I was still very horny. My sense of decency had gone. I
picked up her mobile. I read the text message.
It was from Eric:
"Boring meeting. Needed to tape my dick down. Your place
10 sharp."
Ellen was back with me.
"I really need to go Christian. I have some stuff that
mom sent me from Italy that I promised to further on to
my aunt. Then I have an appointment. See you."
A quick kiss on the cheek and she is gone.
"Your place at 10." It was now 8.30.
I felt in my pocket. I picked up my keys. This Easter
Ellen and her mom had both been out of town. The "son in
the house" had fed the cat and watered the flowers.
Their house key was still on my key ring.
5
I left the cafe. My head was spinning. I wandered
aimlessly around town. Suddenly I found myself outside
Ellen's house. Hmm... How did I get there?
I let myself in. I walked around the house like a
zombie. I remember climbing the stairs. I went to her
room. I smelled her duvet. I fingered her pillow. I just
needed to be there, close to her things. Then I walked
downstairs again. For a long time I was staring emptily
out the window. All the time I was saying to myself
"leave now, leave now."
Then suddenly... someone at the door. GOD... that was
Ellen already! What had I done? This was completely
insane. I dived in behind the sofa.
I listened to Ellen pottering around the house. The
floor behind the sofa hadn't been vacuumed for a while.
What if I sneezed? Why couldn't she go upstairs so I
could sneak out?
But no, she never did. I was stuck in the dust behind
the sofa in my girlfriend's house. There was no escape.
Someone at the door again.
I could hear Ellen's high-pitched scream and Olson's
sonorous voice. I could hear her giggling.
"You sexy beast!"
Then nothing for several minutes.
I tried to picture them in the hall, they must have been
entwined in a deep kiss. Ellen's whimpering could be
heard even behind my sofa.
Ellen's voice: "I don't believe you." More giggling.
"Like a crowbar already."
They moved into the living-room. Eventually their feet
appeared less than a meter from my face behind the sofa.
They quickly undressed each other. It sounded like she
was smooching him after every garment that was removed.
Before long they were completely naked, from under the
sofa I was watching their two feet, her toes now over
his.
The little old man's strong feet were almost twice the
size of Ellen's. I watched her lift her right foot to
let it slide over Olson's bulging calf and then further
up his leg. He must have gripped hold of her sexy foot
because she was on one foot for a long time. I could
hear the sounds of lips and tongues in action. I could
hear Ellen's moaning and Olson's grunts.
Suddenly she knelt down before him. The lustful sound of
her voice when she praised his equipment was unbearable
to listen to. "It's gorgeous...the taste...they hang so
low!!...all that hair...you smell SO sexy down here..."
He pulled her up and said "I'll deal with your goodies
later."
"Deal! But Eric dear I need to go the bathroom first."
A loud smacker. I heard her closing the toilet door.
My position was very uncomfortable. I had to make,,,
just one small adjustment. No!!! God please..how could I
make that sound?
I could hear the sound of Olson's bare feet.
6
"Who the hell are you?"
I was unable to breathe. My heart hammered like it was
going to explode. I turned my head slightly so that I
could see the face and huge barrel chest that was above
me.
Before I knew it the little old bastard had gripped my
shirt and tugged me up from the floor. The force was
such that he ripped my shirt, buttons popping and flying
in all directions. He crumpled up the fabric and pulled
me to him. I was kneeling before him. The old man was
stark naked. The tip of his enormous erection touched my
chest.
"I asked you a question!"
"I..."
He suddenly slackened his right hand grip and slapped me
with incredible force. They must have heard the slap in
the house next door... Through my intense pain, in skin,
jawbone, teeth, I could hear Ellen scream "Eric! what's
happening?"
I felt blood drip from my lip.
He lifted his hand once more and hit me with the back of
his hand on the other cheek.
Suddenly he raised me to my feet. Old Olson, a head
shorter than me, thrust me brutally up against the wall.
He gave me a blow in my diaphragm that completely took
my breath away. I fell towards him, this prevented me
from falling to the floor. He was holding me by the
throat. I was holding my stomach, trying to get my
breath back. Suddenly I received another blow with
similar force, now against the ribs.
When I looked down I had a glimpse of his still erect
monster flailing here and there.
Ellen was back in the living room, hysterical.
"Christian!!! What's... Eric, please, please don't hit
him anymore!
"Why??"
"It's my bo... I know him!"
"So? What the hell is he doing here?"
"I don't know..."
More blows, 8 maybe 10 quick ones, to my stomach and
chest. He stepped back as I slid down the wall to the
floor. Before I lost consciousness and hit the floor he
boxed my ears a couple of times.
When I came to I was in a fetal position. I coughed and
vomited. I whimpered. Blood streamed from my mouth.
Tears streamed from my eyes.
Ellen and Olson were talking quietly. Ellen whispering
"Please.. calm down... for my sake... you are so much
stronger..."
"That boy needed to be disciplined."
"Yes but please... no more."
They were very close. Both of them completely naked.
Through my tears I was watching Eric Olson, the little
old man who I now knew had come to destroy my life. He
was still radiating aggression.
I watched his huge torso. His deltoids were massive. The
size of his huge forearms was scary. His pectorals so
hard, so pronounced, so fully covered in a heavy matting
of untrimmed white hair. The hairs also covered his ab
muscles all the way to his...
Ellen knew I had come to, a couple times I had seen her
casting sideways glances in my direction. She was gently
masturbating Olson's penis as they whispered. It seemed
he had never gone soft all the time he was beating me
up. Ellen was holding his incredible member straight up
now and it was long as my forearm. The head was as broad
and bulbous as a fist. It sprouted out of a heavy white
pubic bush.
Not only was his size unreal, I had to admit that his
penis also had a remarkable esthetical quality. It's
shape was perfect. His more than impressive hairy
scrotum hung halfway to his knees, swaying back and
forth because of Ellen's ministrations of his colossal
penis.
I could hear her whisper "God Eric, what a going-over
you gave him". Before I knew it they were in close
embrace. She had moved her young beautiful face down to
meet his plain one and their mouths were locked in a
deep wet kiss. She was caressing his bulging upper arm.
Finally she was out of her lover's arms and had knelt
down to take care of me.
"How are you doing Christian?"
She laid her hand on my forehead.
"I will get you a face cloth and some water."
She cleaned my face and wiped up my vomit. She gave me a
band-aid and a painkiller. My ribs were killing me.
"You should see a doctor, Christian. At least get an
adhesive bandage at the pharmacy. I think you have
several ribs broken."
Olson was in the sofa, his anger gone. He looked almost
friendly now.
"I'm really sorry I was so rough on you boy. I thought
you were a burglar. Will you be OK?"
I was unable to answer.
"How did you get in?"
Ellen answered on my behalf.
"He has a key. I think he wanted to watch us... do it."
Olson didn't look surprised.
"Thanks for your interest. But I'm afraid that's out of
the question. I don't enjoy having sex in public."
He picked up his shirt from a chair.
"Keep it. I will stay the night so I have brought a
spare one. Now please leave. This young lady and I have
got business."
He got up. Smiled lustfully at my girl.
"And you... You get ready. I'm not waiting another
minute. I gotta have you right now."
Ellen blushed a little, smiled back widely, her eyes
fixed on his amazing love muscle as he approached her. I
now noticed that she hadn't trimmed her pubes for a
while. Painted nails and lips and a full bush, is that
what a real man likes?
7
It was a feverishly passionate kiss. The little man held
her so close, so hard, she whimpered, his embrace must
have given her pain. I walked to the door but I was
glued to the spot when I looked back halfway. I had
Olson's shirt on and I was unable to take my eyes from
the scene.
My lovely girlfriend's full beautiful mouth devouring
and being devoured by her old seducer. After long
minutes of wet sounds, moaning and whimpering their lips
slowly parted.
They were still standing together as close as two people
can be, both heaving to catch breath after that intense
kiss. They said nothing, just looked into each other's
eyes. They loosened their embrace enough for their hands
to explore the other's body a little.
Olson was slowly but roughly massaging Ellen's buttocks
in between fingering her crack. Ellen was tenderly
caressing Olson's unattractive face, his cheek, his
ears, his bald head. All the time her eyes were locked
with his.
He motioned her to go down on all fours. She was about
to obey. Then she detects me, still in the room.
"Christian!!!"
And Olson's gruff voice.
"You still here? Didn't I tell you to get out?"
He turns to me, hands on his hip. He looks at me with an
inscrutable look. Not menacing, not really arrogant,
just... superior. Without mercy he exposes me to the
most mortifying - and awe-inspiring - sight a young man
could ever behold. The angle of my rival's now behemoth
hard-on is incredible. This nasty old man doesn't even
respect the law of gravity. His long fat rod is lifting
towards the ceiling like a swaying thick lever. From its
huge smooth head pre-cum runs freely down the trunk of
his awesome penis.
Ellen watches me closely to see my reaction to Olson's
horrid performance. I notice a little smile in the
corner of her mouth when she detects a bulge in my
pants. It must be the first time she has seen be with
one.
I stumble for the door. The cat has arrived in the room,
casting an indifferent glance at the mismatched couple
that is getting ready to mate. I am about to open the
entrance door to get out when I hear her make a sound -
a loud yelp - when Olson takes possession of my lovely
Ellen. I can hear her draw in a huge lungful of breath
very fast, she is making some loud whooping sound
followed by a few words, spoken with effort in a low
voice.
"Eric..my big big Eric!! I love you... love you... only
you!!!"
Then the powerful old brute starts pleasuring my
gorgeous girlfriend.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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