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| We always agreed that you are two big, that it would never fit, that you will rip me apart and we could never explain to the doctor what had happened Only the sculptor can validate the interpretation of any observer The warm water, the probing thumb and the suds are beginning to have a consequence that is decidedly not erotic as the urge to void my bowel grows This story is about the consequences of that fateful morning We are all alone, so nobody will hear us, nobody You have twitched it in front of me for twenty-five years in your tight jeans and shorts I’ m so lost in the waves of ecstasy coursing through my body that I scarcely notice Don’t stop, please God, don’t stop My body relaxes, totally surrenders, into the loving hands of my man I will spend every last moment of my life remembering each detail, each sensation as I worm it up your delectable ass Maybe we should have encouraged the kids to move out sooner, I think as his fingers slide up and down my crack, working their way into the narrow channel as my muscles relax I gasp for breath as the steam sears my lungs but nothing can tear me away from my man and his lust for me We can yell and scream and chase each other through the house to our hearts’ content if we want The words of protest are made lie to by the actions of my body, as I melt back into him I inch my hips back and open my legs further apart as his fingers work their way into my crack My body starts to slide down the slippery slope, welcoming the new sensations; forgetting the fears, the worries, and the potential dangers I have dreamed of it, I have fantasized about it and I am going to have it, possess it Author’s note: This story is about a middle-aged, married Lady His left hand moves from one breast to the other, tormenting my rigid nipples I lean forward and rest my forehead on my forearm on the shower wall A morning that started out promising something new, stimulating invigorating and forbidden in our sex lives, and ended in disaster The scotch diluted by the melting ice cubes, trickles down the beige wall to puddle at the baseboard beside the shards of broken glass and the fast melting ice " His fingers slide up my channels After all, they are so much more than what they appear on the surface, and only I know As I drift back into the memories, to more sensual times, my finger starts to stroke in and out, and the wet sounds of my arousal echo though the silent, lonely bedroom I barely notice his hand extending his long roughened forefinger into my thick bush and up my dripping channel As the pain subsides the sensations take over The muscles in my little rosebud stretch, accepting, even welcoming, the alien invader His thumb works to loosen the tightened muscle My eyelids droop as a slight thrill courses through my body The lump has disappeared from my throat as I gasp for air in the steamy shower For the first time in my married life, John is in total command of my body His left hand slides up the flat plane of my tummy and cups my right breast As always, comments are welcome " My legs slip further and further apart as if they have a will of their own and somehow are still taking orders from my leaking pussy The warm water cascading over me, the stroking finger sliding in and out of my lubricated channel sending thrills coursing through my body " The meaning of his comment is lost on me in my state of sexual arousal The feelings, the sensations, as old as woman and time, flow through my body " The comment piques my curiosity but my mind is quickly distracted as his finger slides over my slick belly into the sopping hair covering my wet slit The tight muscle slowly begins to relax under the soft touch, sensing that all is well, that this alien appendage is not a threat, a danger His roughened fingers continue to slide back and forth against the tender flesh, touching, massaging the sensitive nerve endings "Relax Peggy, relax and go with the flow As my fingers increase their tempo, memories of that last, fateful morning come flooding back, as if it were only yesterday ENJOY! * * * * * They sit, one in each corner of the double closet, like two, squat, white, abstract pieces of art, open to whatever interpretation the viewer chooses to make of them "No, John…no… I don’t want that…We’ve never…no, John…please…take it out…please, John, take it out, John!" He gives no sign of hearing a word that I have said I’m tired of watching you prance around the house in your tight little shorts with your come hither look Oh, please don’t stop, please…" Deep inside me my taut nerves start to sing "John, no, we have never done this My own body secretions seep out and run down my legs staining the shower stall before swirling away down the drain My mind wants to follow this conversation, to question what he means, to question what is to come Every muscle, every nerve ending is screaming at me, fuck me, fuck me now, fuck me hard, deep…but his fingers just keep sliding in and out of my self-lubricating holes A shudder passes through my body and I shake, impaled on his finger All fear has disappeared as I goad him on " Trapped against the shower wall, there is no escape Modesty and fear have been forgotten, I can't get enough of his probing fingers As a big lump starts to form in my throat I start to beg, "No, John, please no, we’ve never, you are too big, you’ll tear me, rip me apart, please don’t pleaaaase!" The words fall on deaf ears His index finger finds my leaking slit and starts to gently massage the little button Everyone will know what has happened The spray beats on my back and runs down the crack of my ass, providing a lubricant for his roving fingers My fists clench and unclench as they start to gently beat a tattoo against the plastic wall of the shower stall I kept your house and bore your children "Oh God, John, it feels so good My breath starts to come in ragged gasps as hoarsely I cry out, "Oh, John, it feels so good, sooooo good, please don’t stop, pleaaaase!" His hand massages the tense muscles in the cheek of my ass, his fingers slide up and down the crack and slowly I relax under his gentle massage "You can scream and yell all you want I can hear a female voice in the shower stall starting to moan and only barely am I aware the sounds are coming from deep in my own throat My head is thrown back, and the hot spray beats on my face The pad of his thumb caressing the sensitive muscles guarding my nether hole…pop! My eyes open as wide as two saucers but not before his horny thumb has breached the relaxed sphincter muscle, and lubricated by the warm water and the soapsuds, has slipped up my anal chute "John…please don’t stop," I whine, a tone of pleading in my voice His hands, roughened by years of immersion in salt-water brine, chafe at my tender protected membranes Every muscle in my body relaxes as I dreamily flow on the current of feelings generated by my loving man John is standing behind me in the tiny stall, his ever turgid cock wedged in the narrow crack of my ass, a constant reminder of what he is always looking for from me and what I am more than willing to give Then, when he starts back in, relaxing, to invite and welcome his penetration "Yes, Peggy, yes I followed your lead and I supported you Unconsciously, my legs inch apart, as the soles of my feet slip on the suds covered floor of the shower John, chewing lightly on my earlobe, whispers in a voice only I can hear Just like a real beaver, a coarse outer layer of fur covering the fine inner layer and the tender, sensitive skin underneath His hand glides across the small of my back, the fingers like fire on my sensitive skin We are alone and I am going to ravish you in a way you have never been ravished before "Oh, John… don’t you ever get enough," I moan over my shoulder His fingers separate and the hard, engorged bud of my nipple slips between them to be teased, sending a shiver up my spine God damns you to hell for leaving me responsible for them and their contents! How could you? Why would you? What did I ever do to deserve this? I was a good wife, a loving and caring wife " The words, whispered into my ear, send a cold chill down my spine and fleetingly I wonder if the hot water has run out A sly smile teases at the corner of my lips "Yes, yes, Peggy, it is going to happen The back of his finger slides over my little bud each time it slides up my canal to probe at the opening of my uterus and now barren womb "Oh, Jesus, don’t stop, shove your finger deeper, John, deeper Naked in the bed, I let my fingers, cold and wet from clutching the ever-present glass, slide down my flat belly into the luxuriant bush of thickening auburn hair covering my pussy and spreading up my flat belly We have the house all to ourselves, finally The sensations begin to grow, to take command of my body and my mind He leans over my back The coarse whiskers on the side of his unshaven cheek chafe the sensitive skin on the side of my neck I feel his lips release my earlobe and he whispers right into my ear, "Never Peggy, I never get enough of that tight little pussy of yours I can feel his teeth start to nibble at the lobe of my ear as the blood starts to run more quickly through my veins Deep in my conscious thought I marvel at John’s renewed vigor Exposed, I am begging for it with every fiber of my being The feelings, known only to a woman, begin to build The coarse curls protrude through his spread fingers I am totally exposed as his fingers saw in and out of my orifices His unseen lips open, once again, capturing my earlobe between them, sucking on it, teasing, and pulling at it My index finger slides down to the top of my ever-moist slit, slipping into the crevasse to torment once again the ever-agitated bud hidden in the dampened fold of skin I silently curse, once again, as I fling my glass, and the remnants of the latest drink of scotch, against the far wall of the master bedroom We are going to experiment, try new things Lank strands of my still dark hair hang down into my face, the water dripping from the ends Thankfully, the scotch is once again starting to take command, but I don’t care The anal muscles surrender, yielding victory to the intruder, grasping it, and sucking it deeper and deeper into my bowel " A smile, unseen by him, teases at the corner of my mouth as my neck arches back and I fit the crown on my head under his chin; my lips searching for his, my eyes closed in the pounding spray I am swimming in the current of conflicting feelings, emotions, and passions "Get ready Peggy, get ready for the first day of the rest of your life No matter how I shift my head on the pillow in my neatly arranged bedroom, I cannot avoid seeing them peeking out around the edges of the doors on each side of the open closet The sphincter muscle adopts a will of its own, ignoring the commands from my brain, to clamp down, to seize the intruder and expel it from this virgin territory If they put me away in a windowless room for the rest of my life, it will be worth it A shiver darts down my neck, down, down into my sex Deep in the recesses of my mind I know that I am not thinking clearly The finger swirls around the tight little hole, touching, stroking, teasing but never probing, never threatening to penetrate They slide down the crease of my ass where only moments ago his thick cock had been so firmly lodged We always agreed you are too big or rather I am too small "Will you relax, Peggy, the kids are all gone, off on their own, probably screwing their brains out My head, resting on my forearm, slides down the wall and my ass tilts upward to give him easier, fuller access to my leaking holes He eases back and the log that is his rampant cock slips out of the crease of my ass Steam, rising from the scalding waters, clouds the small room, masking everything in its billowy clouds, and making everything slick to the touch They swim before my eyes shimmering, the lettering on the sides flowing together and then separating, forming grotesque faces, first looking at me and then at each other as if deciding as to how to devour me, as if they have not already done so I can hear him, over the noise of the shower The sharp, pungent smell of my arousal mingles with the steam to add a special perfume to the heavy air As we stand in the shower, the needle sharp spray pounds down, soothing our tired muscles, and cleansing the sweat from our bodies after our early morning eye opener John’s fingers are entwined in the tangled hair of my bush Like Scylla and Charybdis, master and mistress of the perils of the sea, and guardians of the straits in ancient Greek mythology, they guard the entrance of my own private hell; or rather they are in and of themselves my own private hell I gasp as I suck in air to satisfy my racing lungs The sentinels watch from the closet saying nothing, observing all I always wondered what it would be like, and now, I am going to find out I am going to drive my rod into that tight little ass of yours if it is the last thing I do on the face of this earth My attention wanders and I quickly forget the provoking words, and lose myself in the physical sensations of the moment Finally he answers, his voice behind me, close to my ear Surely he is not going to stop, not now Please, no, I’ll bleed, I’ll have to go to the hospital to be stitched up Even though I own them I have no intention of even confirming what they represent or why they stand, alone and abandoned, in the corner of my clothes closet The cadence builds as he slides his finger back and forth, the roughened sides abrading against the tender walls and the little bud hidden at the end of the channel My brain, losing the battle for control of my body, emits one last silent prayer of hope that he will not hurt me I am going to drive my cock up your tight little ass until it is tickling your belly button…from the inside "You’re insatiable, don’t you ever get enough?" His fingers tense but he knows that I don’t really mean it as my body relaxes in his hands My eyes are partially open and the water blurs my vision but my brain begins to register this alien presence in this forbidden, most private area Only the walls can hear and they can’t talk "Oh John, that feels so good," I whisper, barely loud enough to be heard over the pounding water, as his callused fingers, covered in soap suds, slide over my tender nipples and down my taut belly It slides in to the first knuckle before I can bear down on the muscle and prevent any further penetration I am so wet, so aroused, that it slides in like a hot knife sliding into butter, worming its way without resistance up my tight channel " His gentle, soothing words, the warm water and my singing nerves ease my fears and I ignore the signals my questioning mind has started to send As the birds chirp outside the window in the early morning light, I float off into my own special world one more time this magical morning You’ll tear me apart A positive response will prompt further chapters The scarred and twisted finger roughly massages my little button on its way past, sending shock waves deep into my belly Grasping, clutching, pulling, they try to suck the thumb up my tight, dark back channel I won’t leave you hanging " I turn my head, trying to see John, but he is bent over my back and I cannot see his eyes The thumb starts to work its way up the forbidden virgin hole in my body He slowly draws his finger out as my muscles, with a will all of there own, clamp down on him, trying to stop him from escaping His index finger begins to circle the brown, puckered hole, touching, teasing the tense little bud Or maybe I cared too much, and that is why I am drinking too much, all by myself in my lonely bedroom, alone in my bed Lubricated with the rich, thick suds he worked up in my bush, his long thick fingers work their way in my crack, teasing my nether hole as they slip back and forth across the sensitive opening The sensation of the thick, rough thumb insistently prodding up this forbidden passage is indescribable " He leans closer to my ear and whispers, in a voice that penetrates over the hissing spray, right into the core of my brain A low moaning, like the wind singing through the telephone wires on a deadly quiet winter evening precursing the coming of a heavy winter storm, starts to escape from my lips His tongue flicks out, probing the opening to my ear The two white sentinels remain impassive in the closet; observing all and saying nothing " The cold hand of sheer terror grips my heart All rational thought is lost as my nerves scream for one thing and only one thing All out friends, the kids, no, John, please I barely notice his right hand slipping out of my bush, abandoning the dripping slit and its sensitive little treasure, and circling over my hip "…Oh, John, oh…you don’t know what you are doing to me "Relax, Peggy, I won’t hurt you The smell of my arousal permeates the heavy steam, giving it a special scent, the smell of a woman in heat One fateful morning her husband arouses her in a manner she would never have suspected she would like, let alone love I start pleading, "No, John, please, we’ve never done this "John…John…what are you doing?" "Relax Peggy, our sex life is about to get a lot more interesting," is his cryptic response Things are going to be different from now on, the kids are gone, scream, cry if you want, there is nobody here to hear you, except the gulls and your screams will just blend into their shrieks They are both my cross and my salvation, all in the same breath; my sole remaining link to the past and the only hope I have for the future It slides, ever so slowly, up to the knuckle and then back, threatening to withdraw totally after having stormed the ramparts My free hand grasps his as he pulls at my taut, singing nipples No one, should they be discovered before my death, will ever fathom their significance in my life or the purpose of their contents The warning bells in my head turn off and, as my eyelids droop once again, I slide back into the world of my senses and feelings as my tingling nerve endings take me to my own special place that only I know and cherish I would be mortified under any other circumstances but I am so aroused I do not even notice or indeed care The deep hum starts again, deep in my core My knees buckle, giving easier access to his exploring fingers His thumb and forefinger saw, in and out, of my delicate, sensitive holes " He whispers into my ear as his finger massages the soapsuds trapped in the thick mat of auburn hair that has always been my secret pride and joy Nobody is going to hear you and nobody is going to know, just us Can I ever get enough of my man, I silently ask myself, as I feel his stiff cock probing insistently at me from behind " The hope that I may be able to reason with him in spite of his arousal is totally destroyed by his next words My mind and body start to relax, to float gently into that ever so special world I visit solely in the arms of my loving husband The initial shock, the initial pain, passes as the muscles relax and his thumb starts an in and out rhythm I see nothing, feel nothing but the rough hands massaging my taunt ass Get it through your head, it is going to happen, not someday, not sometime, but today and now…right now I am going to skewer you on my pole and you are going to dance, whether you like it or not! It is up to you to decide how hard or how easy it is going to be on you "I am going to fuck you in the ass whether you like it or not His hard cock slides up and down the narrow crack between the small cheeks of my ass, rubbing against the puckered little rosebud that is my asshole My eerie moan is lost in the sound of spray beating on my back before it slides over my hips and down my legs to disappear into the swirling drain God damned you, John |
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