Claire’s
revelations of her relationship with her husband. As degraded
and ashamed as she had been made to feel.
“Fuck me woman, fuck me!” she cried knowing that Claire would continue
long beyond anything that her husband could manage.
The
Stain
He lay in bed, eyes closed tight, running his fingers over the length
of his cock. The taught skin, tight around his engorged shaft felt like silk to
the touch whilst the swollen head of his glans was barely able to stand any
more of the caressing.
He stroked and teased himself a little more running his finger along
the long hard ridge that bulged with his waiting seed, down to his balls
drawing tantalising circles over the tight wrinkled flesh of his sack. Hooking
his thumb under the base of his rigid shaft he let his four fingers glide up
the shaft until they rested beneath the rim of its head. He shivered and felt
his heart thumping in his chest as a trickle of pre-cum squeezed free from the
tip and dripped onto his belly. He held still for a moment, trying to regulate
his breathing in deep steady breaths. For a moment he was distracted. A
noise somewhere in the house made him pause. A door opened out on the landing.
He held still. It was Aunt Maggie getting up. He held his breath; his cock
throbbed in his hand pulsing in rhythm with his heart while his loins ached
with the tension.
The toilet flushed and he heard the whisping sound of Aunt Maggie’s dressing gown as it brushed passed his door before her
footsteps descended lightly down the stairs. He waited a moment longer. The
sound of running water came through the pipes as she filled the kettle down in
the kitchen. Relaxing again he stroked his still tense cock gently with his
fingers but knew it could take no more of the teasing. Closing his fingers
gently around its girth he tightened his grip and began to work his fist in
short jerking movements. His breathing tensed and his heart raced inside his
chest as he drew the image of Melissa Carter into his mind, naked on all fours
her long golden hair cascading down over her face and shoulders. He slipped his
cock into her and felt her flesh against his groin and the wet silky feel of
her cunt. Suddenly he was coming.
He lay there for a few minutes while his body came back down and his
limp but satisfied cock retreated back to its normal size. He cursed as he
climbed out of bed; his come had trickled down off his belly and lay in a pool
upon his sheet. No worry, today he had English Literature and Melissa Carter
was in his study group. He dressed quickly after his shower and skipped down
the staircase making it from top to bottom in four leaps. In the kitchen
Aunt Maggie had made tea and toast and it was laid out ready for him.
She wasn’t his real Aunt. More an old school friend of his Mothers but
they had always called her Auntie. When he got his place in University it had
been an obvious thing that he would go and live at Aunt Maggie’s until he felt
settled in the new town and could find digs of his own. She was Ok. She had
grown up kids of her own and didn’t seem bothered about him staying out late or
getting drunk. Some of her views on things were a little outdated but, well, he
guessed she was forty five or more so that was normal.
He gulped down the tea and snatched up the toast along with his
shoulder bag full of books a grabbed his keys.
“No need for them today.” Aunt Maggie said “I’m in all day, coffee
morning with the ladies and its wash day too.”
“Ok” he said pocketing the keys anyway and waved goodbye as he thrust
the slice of toast into his mouth.
“English lecture, finished about midday.” He said trying not to lose
the toast from between his teeth.
The lecture passed quite slowly but he got to sit behind Melissa and
marvel at her long golden locks. It brought back the memory of that morning,
lying in bed wanking. He had imagined fucking Melissa from just this angle and
a knowing satisfied grin spread across his lips as