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“This is the Sequel to Danielle’s Discovery. This story is purely a work of fiction, and any resemblance to any real person is simply amazing. All characters are 18 years or older.”

For the past week I had chickened out. Every morning after Jacob left for work I had gotten ready, but couldn’t bring myself to go find the person responsible for the story that I kept hidden in my drawer.

Every night for the past week I had made love to Jacob, but each time I was left wanting. I still hadn’t seen Jacob erect, but my hand had memorized every inch of his cock. I had managed to give him one more hand job, and had gotten out of bed almost immediately and went into the bathroom. I saw what his seed looked like; I had looked in the mirror, as my tongue liked it off of my hand. I had reached down and masturbated as I licked the thick white seed from my fingers. My orgasm was so intense I almost fell over. I felt so dirty after, I crept back into bed, I couldn’t sleep, I kept seeing my reflection in the mirror, my tongue darting out, licking at my finger, sucking on it pretending it was Jacob’s cock in my mouth, and that he had shot his seed into my mouth. I wanted so badly to feel his cock in my mouth, but I was afraid to tell him, or to initiate it.

Other nights after Jacob had spent himself in my pussy and had gone to sleep I had touched myself, biting hard on the pillow so that no sound escaped as I brought myself to climax. Each time I found it easier, and each was more intense than one before.

Each morning after Jacob had left for work I would get the story out and read it again. My hands would caress my breasts, teasing my nipples to full erection. Since I had thrown my sausage away I had tried several other items, but none were as satisfactory, or felt as lifelike.

Today was the day, I wondered if he would think I was pretty. I looked in the mirror for the twentieth time at my face. My eyes were a soft blue; I thought my nose was cute. I had meticulously done her make up, and hair. Not knowing whom I would meet, I decided that dressing conservatively was the way to go.

I checked the address on the envelope, with the building. It was a light industrial area about a mile from where we lived. There was a white truck parked in front of the office. With trepidation I parked beside the truck and got out. My stomach was churning, and surprisingly my pussy tingled, it felt so illicit.

I walked through the office door, and called out, “Hello.”

A man appeared from the inner office, holding a phone to his ear. He motioned me to come in and pointed at a chair across from his desk. He wasn’t at all what I expected. He looked few years older than me, short brown hair, green eyes, and a goatee. He was wearing a black shirt with a company logo. I had to admit, he was a very normal, attractive looking man. I supposed I thought I was going to meet a swarthy faced, nervous man, with greasy hair. I looked around his office as he talked to someone on the phone. I couldn’t understand most of the conversation, there were a lot of technical terms. His desk was neat, maps, and plaques adorned the walls, and pictures of men in suits, one of them looked like the man across the desk from me.

He hung up the phone and looked at me and smiled warmly, “Now, what can I do for you.”

His voice was warm, like his smile. Now or never I thought, I handed him the manila envelope that I had kept hidden for over a week, “Well, uh, this came to my address by accident.”

He took the envelope, and immediately noticed that it had been opened. He raised his eyebrows at me, and took the pages from the envelope. I hoped he couldn’t see the way my hands were trembling.

“Oh good, we thought it had gotten lost in the mail,” he smiled at me, “Well, I see you opened it. Did you like it?”

I felt the heat in my face as I blushed, “Uhm,” that was all that I managed to get out.

He chuckled as he looked at my red face, “From the look on your face you must have read it.”

I nodded my head as I looked down at my shoes, “Yes. I thought it was very dirty.”

His voice softened, “So why did you come here.”

I looked at him, “I don’t know…I just wanted to see what you looked like. What a person who writes very dirty stories looks like.”

“I didn’t write that story, it was my friend Janice. Her computer crashed and she needed me to submit them to a website we belong to.”

I was totally taken aback, the idea that a woman would have written that story was something I hadn’t even once imagined.

“I do write erotic stories, I don’t think what I write is dirty,” he continued.

My face flushed again, “Well, I think they are dirty, because they make me do things I shouldn’t do.” I couldn’t look at his face; I had to look down again.

“What sort of things?” his voice was soft, and gentle.

Choking back tears I whispered, “They made me want to touch myself, and have thoughts…impure thoughts”

He laughed softly, “You masturbated? What’s wrong with that?”

Still looking down, “It’s a sin, I’ll probably end up in Hell.”

He laughed again, “Well if that’s the case, then you will have a lot of company.”

I looked up, “What do you mean?”

“If masturbating is a ticket to Hell then ninety-five percent of men, and about seventy-five percent of women will end up there. There is nothing wrong with masturbation, it is a normal and healthy thing.”

“Do you?” I was shocked that I had said that.

“Yes I do, and I enjoy it,” he replied.

“Is that why you write dirty stories, so you can… masturbate?” I asked timidly.

He looked at me thoughtfully, “No, that is not why I write, I write to relieve stress. I don’t masturbate to my own stories, occasionally I will when I read something written by someone else.”

My fear and embarrassment had subsided a bit. His answers seemed honest and forthright so I decided to continue on, “What about the woman who wrote the story I brought in, why does she write them?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know, I’ve never asked her. I don’t know a lot about her. I met her while writing to a site on the Internet. We just critique each other’s work, occasionally we will collaborate on a story.”

“Oh, I’ve heard stories about people who meet on the Internet. It seems to lead to a lot of problems,” I stated in a matter of fact manner.

“No,” he was laughing, “It’s not like that, she has her life, and I have mine, the only place our lives intersect is in our writing. I don’t know if I’ve done anything to help her, but she has challenged me to improve my writing. You might think they are just dirty stories, but a lot of what I write has meaning to me. There are pieces of my past, my present, and hopefully my future in what I write. I really wish you had seen a different piece of work first. What you got in the mail was a part of something that she is writing with a group of different writers, it wasn’t the whole story.”

It hadn’t occurred to me that someone who wrote stories like this might be proud of their work. This isn’t going at all like I imagined. “Can I ask you one more question?”

“By all means.”

“I read in the story where she mentioned phone sex, what is phone sex?” somehow I couldn’t envision sex with a telephone being enjoyable.

“Well, how do I put this,” he thought for a moment, “Let’s say that your husband was out of town, and that either you, or him needed sexual gratification. One way would be to talk to the other on the phone while masturbating, telling each other how you feel, what you would be doing to the other, something like that. It’s something like having sex together but from a distance.”

In my mind I couldn’t picture Jacob talking to me while I masturbated, and I couldn’t even begin to imagine him playing with his cock whispering dirty things to me on the phone.

I got up, and extended my hand, “Thank you, I’ve probably wasted enough of your time already.”

He stood and warmly shook my hand, “No, you haven’t. I’m glad you dropped this off.” He picked up a thin folder from his desk, “Here take these, read them, and let me know what you think of them.”

I wanted to say no, I wanted to feel morally superior, but I couldn’t. I took the folder willingly. I wanted to get home. I wanted to read what he had written.

The phone was ringing when I entered the apartment; I dropped the folder on the kitchen counter as I ran to answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“Danielle, where have you been, I’ve been calling all morning?” it was Jacob.

“Didn’t I tell you this morning, I had an appointment,” I lied.

“I must have forgotten,” he replied, “Change of plans for tonight, John just called, Becky is sick, so we are going to Rick and Debbie’s tonight for bible study. They are going to barbeque, so grab some soda, and meet me there. Rick is going to pick me up after work.”

“Okay, I’ll call Debbie and see if she needs any help, and maybe go over early,” I replied.

“Danielle,” Jacob was almost whispering, “Please wear a bra.”

I was shocked, “Jacob!!”

He was almost apologetic, “Well lately, uh…”

“Yes, well that’s in my own home with no one around,” my tone was almost icy.

“I’m sorry,” he stammered.

“That’s ok,” I replied sweetly, “I’ll see you over there after work.”

I called Debbie as soon as I had hung up with Jacob, she was relieved that I called; she said that she would definitely appreciate the help. I told her that I would be there by 4:00.

I thought about what Jacob had said about the bra, and I giggled to myself, I wondered what the other men would think if I did go bra-less tonight. Would they stare at my breasts as they jiggled unrestrained? Would it cause them to get an erection? Would they lust over them? I found myself growing wet at the thought of other men getting hard staring at my breasts. I grabbed the folder off of the counter, and headed for the bedroom. I glanced at the clock; I had plenty of time before I had to get ready to leave.

I stood before the mirror, and slowly took my blouse off. Next came the bra, I removed it, allowing my breasts the freedom that they enjoyed. I liked how I looked, topless with the skirt. I wished the skirt were shorter; I rolled it up, further and further. I hadn’t even touched my breasts but my nipples were already like little rocks.

I moved the mirror so I could watch myself from the bed; I enjoyed staring at the image in the mirror, watching her masturbate herself. I left my skirt on, but hiked it up to my hips, and removed my panties. I picked up the folder and began to read.

She pointed to a chair and in a husky voice, “Sit down there, open your pants, I want to see you stroking your cock.”

He unzipped his pants and let his semi-erect cock out. She licked her lips as she saw it, “Mmm, looks good.”

His hand began to move slowly back and forth, his cock hardening fast. She unzipped her short red dress and let it drop to the floor. She bent over slightly and pushed her breasts together giving him the full view of her cleavage, “Do you like my tits?”

His head nodded as his hand continued it’s slow jacking motion.

“Would you like to see them?” she teased.

“Yeah baby, show me your tits,” the lust in his voice rising.

She reached around and undid the clasp on her bra, then leaned forward and let the bra slowly drop to the floor.

My fingers were flying over my clit, how I wished I had something to fuck myself with. I squeezed my breast pulling hard on my nipple. I had found that I enjoyed pulling my nipples, it sent little waves of pleasure through my body, and I went back to the story.

Her breasts were large, and still firm. Her areolas were large, and pink, her nipples jutted out proudly. “Would you like to fuck my tits?” her voice was seductive.

“Yeah, bring them over here, let me stick my dick between them.”

She dribbled some scented oil between her breasts and then knelt down between his legs, wrapping her heavy jugs around his stiff pole and while holding them tight began moving up and down his stiff man shaft.

I wondered what Jacob would do if I tried putting his cock between my breasts, I wasn’t sure if I could get them wrapped around him. As I rubbed my clit I thought about him pumping between my tits, what would it feel like to have him spill his seed on them, and maybe into my mouth.

“Oh yeah baby, move those tits all the way up and down my cock,” he moaned. His hips were moving up and down with her movements.

“Open your mouth, let my cock in,” he ordered

She opened her mouth and could get part of the tip in as his dick moved close to her face.

She was bouncing up and down as fast as she could go, she loved how his cock felt fucking her large tits.

“Open up wide baby, I’m gonna shoot my load.”

She opened her mouth as wide as possible, and pressed her chin against her chest as his cock began to shoot its thick juice. She greedily gulped it into her mouth savoring its taste; she loved the taste of man juice. Just the taste would make her almost climax.

The thought of Jacob shooting his stuff into my mouth made me feel so depraved and dirty that I began to cum. I was almost disappointed that I was cumming it was too soon. It was getting easier and easier for me to masturbate myself to a climax. I thought of how his cum tasted on my fingers as my body shook.

I showered, and changed into a pair of khaki shorts, and a white top, and headed out the door. I stopped; I knew I was forgetting something. Damn! I ran back into the apartment and grabbed the folder I had left on the bed and hid it in my lingerie drawer. That was close, I needed to be more careful, otherwise my dirty little secret would be out.

Debbie was the same age as me, long brown hair, slender, very cute. I really didn’t know her all that well; she was a very quiet person. So, I was quite surprised when she met me at the door and gave me a big hug.

“I’m so glad you came over to give me hand, Rick didn’t give me any notice at all,” the relief was evident in her face.

We spent the next hour and a half getting everything ready. When all was ready Debbie asked, “Would you like a margarita?”

“Oh,” I said.

“I’m sorry, I forgot you and Jacob don’t drink,” Debbie apologized.

“Well, I would love to try one,” I said grinning.

As Debbie was making the strawberry margaritas the top blew off the blender splashing the both of us with the frozen concoction.

“Oh Danielle, I’m so sorry, come with me and I’ll find you something to wear,” Debbie said apologetically.

Debbie led me into her bedroom, without even thinking I pulled off my shirt, the red drink had seeped through my shirt, and was staining my new white bra. Debbie had suffered the same fate; both her shirt and bra were covered with the margarita mix. Debbie removed her bra, as I removed mine.

We both stood there for a minute staring at each other’s naked breasts. We were about the same size, but her nipples were larger and darker than mine. I felt a twinge in my pussy for a moment as I wondered if she played with her breasts the way I played with mine.

Debbie opened a drawer, “Grab a sports bra, that should fit you just fine.”

I reached in her drawer and picked up a grey sports bra, and was shocked at what was underneath. It was perfect, it looked so real, and it was a cock, a rubbery looking cock.

Debbie turned bright red, “I’m so sorry, I forgot…”

I looked at Debbie; the look on my face must have been priceless.

“Please don’t say anything to anyone, please,” she begged.

I looked at her; she was still topless, as was I. “Can I touch it,” I whispered.

Debbie nodded, I picked up the rubbery cock, it was so perfect in every detail, the head was darker than the shaft, the veins, I slid my hand up and down, and this was what I wanted.

Before I could go any farther we heard Rick and Jacob drive up. I quickly dropped it back into the drawer, and Debbie covered it up. We quickly dressed and before we went out Debbie pleaded, “Please don’t say anything Danielle.”

I smiled and patted her on the arm, “No, I won’t say anything.”

I could see the relief wash over her face, “Listen, can I come over and have lunch with you tomorrow?”

“I’d love that, please do,” I responded.

Rick and Jacob came in as we walked out of the bedroom, “What happened,” asked Rick.

“We were making smoothies, and the top blew off the blender,” I replied as I gave Jacob a little kiss on the cheek.

Debbie and I finished getting everything ready while Jacob and Rick got the barbeque ready. The other two couples arrived just as the burgers went on the grill. We all sat outside eating and laughing. As the bible study began Debbie and I cleaned up the dishes, and then joined the others.

The evening passed quickly, again my mind was elsewhere, thinking of what I saw in Debbie’s drawer. I would glance over at her and tried to picture her using that rubber cock on her pussy. I wondered if she had shaved herself as I had done. I wondered what it would feel like. I couldn’t wait to talk to her alone, I had a thousand questions for her.

When we were leaving Debbie whispered in my ear, “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

I smiled, “Yes, please do.”

When we were in the car Jacob asked, “Why is Debbie going to call you tomorrow?”

“We are going to have lunch together,” I answered.

“Good,” Jacob smiled happily, “I’m glad you and Debbie got along so well.”

I couldn’t wait for the next day to come; I was excited that Debbie was coming over for lunch. I had so many questions to ask her about her toy. I wondered what it felt like; I had loved the feeling of the sausage penetrating my wet pussy.

Once Jacob had left for work I hopped into the shower and let the water just flow over me, it felt so good. I dressed slowly, and decided not to put a bra on. More and more I was enjoying the feeling of having my breasts unrestrained. I dressed in a snug, white blouse, and khaki shorts, and did my hair up in a ponytail. I looked in the mirror and was happy with how I looked.

Debbie called me to let me know that she would be here around 12:00. I wanted so badly to ask her to bring her toy with her so I could see it, but I couldn’t work up the nerve. Right at the end of the phone call her voice became very quiet.

“Would you like me to bring it with me?” she had asked.

I knew instantly what “it” was, I could feel my heart pounding heavily as I replied, “Oh yes, please do.”

Debbie arrived promptly at noon and gave me a hug after I closed the door. I had her sit at the dining table as I went into the kitchen to get the Caesar salads I had prepared. I could feel her eyes on my breasts as they jiggled as I went back and forth; I found it a little exciting that she was looking at them.

“That was delicious,” Debbie smiled as she finished the last of her salad.

“I’m glad you liked it,” I replied.

“Thank you for not saying anything to anyone about what you saw in my drawer,” Debbie looked a little guilty, “Rick doesn’t even know that I have it.”

“I had never seen one before, a toy like that, I mean,” I could feel my cheeks blush with a combination of excitement, and embarrassment.

“Would you like to see it?” there was a tinge of embarrassment both on her face, and in her voice.

I could barely contain my enthusiasm, “Yes, I would love to.”

We sat down in the living room where she had left her bag, she opened her bag, she had the sex toy wrapped in a small towel, and she removed it and handed it to me.

I could feel my pussy tingling as I touched, it almost felt life like, “Where did you get it?” I asked breathlessly.

Debbie blushed, “I won it as a door prize.”

My mouth dropped, “Where?”

“Oh God, I can’t believe that I am going to tell you this,” Debbie’s cheeks were bright red.

I wanted to hear so badly, I put my hand on Debbie’s knee and patted it, “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Well you have really satisfied me and to think I wasn’t going to go to the dance. It was Dot that begged me to go with her. Oh I’m glad I went.”

It was just after ten minutes when I started getting hard again and I slowly started filling up her now very well lubricated cunt. I once more rolled her on her back and started moving once more slowly in and out of her passage.

“Oh my again, I don’t think I can take much more and you feel as if you are much bigger than the last time,” Claire gasped as I was now really driving my tool into her.

She reached and was pulling me into her body. She let go of my hips and drive her heels into my bottom pushing in as I plunged into her. This was heaven, her vagina had a hold of my penis in a sheath of warm soft velvet and I felt I could go on for ages. After ten minutes Claire was now just lying there letting me use her body until I finished.

“Claire that was the best fuck I’ve ever had. I’m not just saying that, I really mean it.”

“I’m sorry to say I never thought I would see the day when I would say I could take no more cock, but you have worn me out Frank. We will have to give it a rest, please.”

“Sure Claire,” I said holding her in my arms, lying in her bed as my heart reached a normal beat again. In minutes I was asleep and it was the light from the window that woke me. I was a bit taken back for I didn’t recognise the room, then it dawned on me and I recalled the previous evening. I had a raging morning hard on and I pulled back the clothes and had the shock of my life for my penis had grown at least another two inches and was as thick as a large cucumber.

I lay there in the bed all alone, for Claire was nowhere to be seen but I heard two people speaking downstairs. It wasn’t the voices that was going through me mind, but the size of my cock. It looks as if Master Wu has granted my wish, but I don’t want it to grow any bigger than it is now. As this was going through my mind I heard the voices coming up the stairs and I pretended to still be asleep.

I heard the door open and a pair of feet tiptoeing towards the bed, then the bed moved as that person got in and under the clothes. Then I felt a naked body come up close to my back and a hand going round the shaft of my penis. Last night Claire had almost pleaded that she could take no more now she was playing with my raging hard-on.

In one movement I rolled over and got between her legs and guided my penis to her vaginal lips. These weren’t the puffy lips of Claire and I looked down into the face of Dot, who had been taken by surprise by my sudden and unexpected move. There was I with my purple plumb sized crown hovering at her fanny entrance as I said, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Claire told me how you had more than satisfied her and I didn’t believe her, we thought you wouldn’t notice before it was too late.”

“Lady if you want fucked I have the weapon all cocked ready to go,” I said as I leant forward and in one thrust rammed my now gigantic cock half way in.

“Frank you are built big, Claire was right there, oh God you can’t get any more into me,” she should have said nothing for within another ten seconds I was beating my balls against her bottom and she could have taken another couple of inches as well. Her legs were around my waist and only her shoulders were resting on the bed. Her breasts were half the size of Claire’s but even still they were bouncing like jelly on a plate which was being held by someone running.

It was the duration that I was able to go, which was the thing that was amazing me. Usually after about a dozen strokes I was spurting all over the place. Now I was getting the lovely feeling and not reaching my climax for so much longer. Also in the past women had wished that men could keep going longer, now I was wearing the women out, but these two women sure knew how to give their all, for Dot wasn’t just lying there but pushing her body into mine wanting me to sink in even further.

Then we both climaxed, or should I say Dot had a major climax at the same time as I deposited my load into her body. Her arms went around me as she pulled me to her chest and rocked me, kissing my cheek and neck. “Never have I experienced a fuck like that, how do you manage to keep going for so long. You’re definitely not a roll over a couple of jerks and off to sleep man are you?”

“No, give me half an hour and we can start again.”

“Lovely but no thank you, I think I’ve had my ration for a while,” she said now trying to wriggle out from under me.

Once she had got out of bed I followed and got dressed. I would have loved to have a shower, but that could wait until I got home where I could shave as well. When I got downstairs both the ladies were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee with a mug already pored for me.

“I’ve never met a man like you before,” Claire said with a smile. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk properly for a few days, not that I’m complaining. I’ve never been fucked so long in one session.”

“I feel the same way,” chirped in Dot. “Will we be seeing you at the dance next week, I hope so.”

“So you want more of the same, is that it Dot?” I jested.

“You bet, but once a week is enough for me at this time, maybe if I got used to you, things would be different.”

“Yes, I’ll be there next week,” I said finishing my coffee and left the house.

I was walking up the street and almost at my house when I again was standing in the cream coloured room with Master Wu and another figure, who was well over seven feet tall and wearing a purple one piece suit.

“Are you now satisfied with your altered sex appendix?” Master Wu asked.

“Yes, just what I wanted, but please stop it growing any bigger, this is just right now,” I replied to him.

“You are easy to please,” he replied, taking a round object from the table beside him and pressed it, then handed it to the figure beside of him. “This is Citizen Christine Ng who has taken you on as a case study. She will be in contact with you from time to time. I will let you now return, but once again I warn you about informing anyone what you have been told of the future.”

Once again I was on the pavement on my way home. God I hope they don’t keep doing that, zapping me back and forth, it’s disquieting. I’m also glad that Master Wu has stopped my penis growing for when I went for a piss I was astounded by its size.

I thought about going and seeing Claire again but I didn’t want to push my luck, so I spent the rest of my weekend just loafing around. At work I was getting on great with the senior ladies of the company and had been accepted into their lunchtime group. There were a lot of suggestions which even although they were meant to be in fun, I’m sure were for real. I will give it a little time and see how things progress.

Friday night I got to the church hall about the same time as I did the previous Friday and the same group was there, but no Claire. Dot was sitting with another lady who was dressed in a dark green knitted dress which fitted her figure like a glove; she wore a silk scarf tied around her throat and wore a gold locket showing on the outside. Her hair was neck length, brown and wavy. I would say she was no more than 47, but she had a real nose in the air attitude and seemed to be looking down her nose at everyone. She didn’t look the type of woman Dot would be friendly with.

“Oh Frank, come and meet Gloria she is the principal of the Primary School,” Dot said as I approached.

Gloria held out her hand and gave me a lovely smile, which looked genuine and it looked as if someone had been talking to her about me, it was just a feeling I had. Also she held on to my hand a bit longer than one normally would when you first meet them.

“Please keep Gloria company, I have to go and do the raffle,” Dot said standing up.

“Dot give me ten tickets when you are ready, maybe I can win something,” I said sitting down at the table. Immediately I sat down, the whiff of Gloria’s perfume hit me. Closer I saw that she had on quite a lot of make-up and her finger-nails were quite long.

I was wondering how I was to start talking to her and on what subject when the music started for a slow waltz, which seemed to be the predominate dances. “Would you like to dance Gloria?” I asked standing up.

“I would love to Frank, it’s been quite some time since I last danced,” she said smiling.

“Well we are both in the same boat,” I said taking her hand and then once on the floor took up the traditional waltz hold. Our bodies weren’t touching but within five minutes she had come closer and I was feeling her body against mine. She felt nice and soft against me and she was still smiling. The music stopped but she never moved and when a new tune started we continued as we had now her head was on my shoulder and her eyes were closed as we moved very slowly round the hall.

The lights were turned low and all the dancers seemed to be in a dream trance like us. Then I felt her kiss me on the neck and I looked down at her and kissed her on the mouth, so soft no thrusting of the tongue or anything. It was just a tender kiss and she returned it and thrust her leg between mine so that my penis came hard up against her body. No word had been spoken since we stepped on the floor; it had all been body contact.

After the dance we returned to the table where we were joined by Dot and another elderly lady who was the minister’s wife and organiser of the dances and socials. She seemed rather a stern person and dressed in a floral dress which looked like two pieces because it was all bunchy at the waist, totally hiding her figure. Her hair was dyed auburn brown, for no one has natural hair that colour and so even. She was another woman who lashed on the perfume, but I wasn’t complaining for I like sweet smelling women. She was wearing quite high heeled shoes which made her true height hard to really judge. It appears Gloria and her are very close friends.

As Gloria and the ministers wife was talking Dot whispered in my ear. “Could you come round and see me during the week, I’m in every evening. I have my daughter staying with me this weekend.” Then in a louder voice, “Here are the tickets for the raffle you wanted.” I paid her and off she went visiting other tables. The items for raffle were cakes that the women of the congregation had baked, vegetables and cuts of meat. The raffle was to help the church funds.

That evening I walked Gloria home but at the doorway of her house that was as far as I got, but she invited me to tea on Saturday if I wanted to, also that was her Scrabble night and I was welcome to join her and her group.

This was another Friday I never got my end away, but I have a feeling that there was every possibility if persevered with Gloria. I didn’t mind for I knew that next week I will get as much as I wanted from Dot, for she seemed hooked on big cock.

Saturday:

I went round to Gloria’s house and there were four cars parked there. I was in two minds whether to knock or not. What the hell I said to myself I have to mix with her friends and maybe I’d be able to get into her panties even sooner. There were three couples and the minister’s wife all chatting away in Gloria’s large sitting room. She had two card tables set up with Scrabble boards in the middle of them. All were drinking either coffee or tea from a trolley set between two couches.

They were all well over my age but they seemed to accept me as I was a friend of Gloria’s. Ethel, which was the name of the minister’s wife, was still dressed in the same style dress, but with a different fabric pattern and she still had a sour face, maybe she couldn’t help it.

Whilst Gloria was introducing me, she held onto my upper arm with one arm hooked and the other hand grasping me. It was as if to declare to the group that I was her property. I liked it even more and I was already counting my chances.

I joined the table with Ethel and Gloria and a couple by the name of John and Martha who was also a teacher at the same school as Gloria. I was surprised when she told me she was a teacher for she looked and acted real thick, but then Primary school teachers were not at the pinnacle of the education system.

We played three games and Gloria won all three with Ethel coming second in one of them. I was surprised for I was just a few points behind Gloria in all the games. I thought they were experts the way they talked.

After a final coffee the group split up, leaving only Ethel, Gloria and myself. “Frank would you walk Ethel home, I don’t like her walking home alone. Will you be at the dance on Friday?” Gloria said. Giving me the good-night and telling me she wanted to see me again at the same time.

“Certainly, I’ll walk Ethel home and I will see you next Friday I hope.”

“Oh thank you, because the ministers not at home to-night could you wait until she enters her house before you leave. I will look forward to next Friday,” she said giving me a kiss on the cheek. I feel she would have liked to give me a proper kiss, but because Ethel was there a kiss on the cheek seemed appropriate.

As I walked Ethel home she was holding my arm just the way Gloria was holding it earlier. We chatted about the weather and what I thought of the dances, but nothing else. She kept a hold of my arm all the way and we met no-one at all on the journey to her house.

“This is my house,” she said and I stopped, but she still held onto my arm.

“I’ll wait until you are safely in Ethel,” I said looking down into her face.

“No come to the door with me,” she said dragging me up the hedge edged pathway. “Would you like to come inside, just in case there is someone there?” she said in a soft voice.

Then the penny dropped, this lady wanted me inside her house and it wasn’t to check for intruders. I dipped out last night and I was certainly not going to dip out to-night; that was for sure.

“Yes, maybe I’d better,” I said playing along with her.

She knew that I knew what the game was and for the first time I saw her smile. Once in the hall with the door closed she put one arm around my neck and the other she cupped my crotch and kissed me on the mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.

“So Ethel you want a bit more than a good-night kiss I believe?”

“Bloody right I do, I was watching that bulge in your trousers all last night and to-night and I want what’s in there,” she said stroking my now erect penis which was straight up and down my body.

“If that’s what you want I want us in bed not like a pair of rutting teenagers on a couch.”

She grabbed my hand and took me into a bedroom and kicked off her shoes and started stripping. I wasn’t going to be left behind and I stripped as well. Everything came off, there I was with my raging hard-on pointing towards the ceiling at a slight angle from my body and Ethel with her pendulous breasts with the large areoles and a greyish hairy patch between her legs, gazing at my erection.

I took her hand this time and put her on the bed, whereas she opened up her thighs and bent her knees exposing the Promised Land. A whole week without sex and I wasn’t wasting time with any preliminaries. I used two fingers to open up her puffy lips and guided my crown to her sexual opening and pushed slightly. It was obvious she either hadn’t had sex for some time or her husband was rather small, as I once was, for when I had the head inserted she was flinching, but not complaining as she thrust her hips closer and we no longer were a couple, but now one.

Deeper I sank in until our bodies met and we were rubbing hair to hair. I had a grasp of her bottom pulling her even closer.

“Frank, I feel so full and what a lovely feeling having you all the way inside of me, I have wanted this since I saw you last week-end.”

“Well you have me now, is it all you wished for?”

“Oh a lot more, I didn’t know men got as big as you, you must make a lot of women happy. Does Gloria know you are as big as you are?”

“Forget about Gloria, it’s you who has it now and that’s all I care about.”

She fitted me like a glove of velvet and she was so well lubricated too, in addition her perfume seemed to have an added effect of making me feel comfortable with this lovely lady who no longer had a sour face, but was beaming as she was thrusting her hips into mine and keeping up the steady rhythm I had set. Now I knew I could go a lot longer before I dumped my load, I wanted to fuck at a speed that I would get the maximum satisfaction.

I have always known that women can keep up a lot longer than men, so I knew that Ethel could take all I gave her. She was a lot better than Claire, who was rather clumsy, but then so was I at that first encounter.

I felt Ethel’s vagina tighten it’s grip a couple of times so I presumed she was having small climaxes, but then she had a really big one and she tightened her thighs and legs around my body, reached up and wrapped her arms around my chest and then let out a massive sigh.

“Oh that was wonderful; I felt as though I had left my body, I’ve never felt a climax such as that. Please don’t stop, oh no don’t stop I love the feeling you are giving me,” she said in my ear as she was kissing the side of my neck as I continued to thrust into her. Two minutes later I let go and loaded her love passage with my love seed.

My heart was beating really fast as I lay down alongside of Ethel. “That was fantastic Ethel, thank you; you really know how to fuck.”

“I’ve been at it longer than you, but you are the first who has really and truly satisfied me. I feel wonderful all over,” she said as she half lay over me planting kisses on anyplace she happened to be.

She kept the hugging and kissing up and after about twenty minutes I started getting hard again. I suppose mostly due to Ethel’s handling of my penis, which she had been holding for about five minutes in her hand, even at times slipping down and kissing me on the crown of my penis.

“Wonderful your becoming hard again Frank, more for mama,” she said with a giggle.

This time I got her on her hands and knees and entering was a lot easier, for I just slid right in with a good bit of help from Ethel who just thrust back when she felt the crown between her lips. God this lady loved cock, there was no doubt at all about that. This was the type of woman I was looking for and now I think I’ve found at least two, Dot and Ethel. Claire I am dropping off my list, I like the way Ethel and Dot really put their heart and soul into fucking.

This time I reached under her and had a pendulous breast in each hand and gentle squeezed them as I thrust deep into her warm moist body. All I heard from Ethel was her muffled gasps and grunts, for her face was buried into the pillow. I didn’t need to know how she was loving this rut, for her body kept thrusting back into mine creating a slapping sound, which I felt could be heard all through the house.

This was the situation I often dreamt about and never thought I would ever be in the situation. Now I was experiencing it, it was even better than the dream. The feeling I got as I spurted once more into this lovely willing lady was out of this world. I pulled her with me and I lay on my side embedded inside of her with an arm around her lower body pulling her closer to me so that I could remain in that warm receptacle. It was lying like this that we went to sleep exhausted.

It was still dark when Ethel shook me. “Frank you have to be out of the house well before six, for that is when I’m expecting my husband back, but I must feel you inside of me just once more.”

I had the usual erection as I normally do in the morning, so she moved me onto my back and sat astride my hips and lowered herself down and sat on my hips. In the dim pre-dawn light, she just sat there and looked down at me. “I don’t know when we can do this again, I hope it could be soon, but the situation doesn’t arise very often when I’m home alone. I’ll always remember this night and cherish the memory Frank,” she said then rose off leaving me with my penis pointing to the ceiling all moist from her body fluids.