Daddy's Insatiable Pleasure

Kirsten stared up at him, her blue eyes open wide with shock as she felt Louis’ cock pulsing inside her.

“You’ve fucking cum, you bastard!” Her anger was obvious as she pushed him off her. “You know I’m not on the fuckin’ pill.”

“Blame your husband,” replied Louis as he got to his knees, watching his long, thick cock slide out of her hairy pussy, to be followed a few seconds later by dollops of thick, white cum as her still-orgasming vaginal muscles contracted in peristaltic waves.

“That’d work if we’d had any form of sex in the last year,” she sneered. “That’s why I’m here, and you know it.” She wiped between her legs with long, delicate fingers, smearing the spunk up into her hairy bush, and bringing her fingers away liberally coated. “We had a deal,” she snapped, still angry. As she sat up, her breasts, which had been hanging to her sides whilst she lay on her back, swung back to sag down her chest, her pink nipples still hard with arousal. Louis reached in and brushed one affectionately.

“You could go on the pill and then we could do it properly, every day.”

“And you could use a condom.”

“You know I can’t feel anything with a condom on.”

“Meaning my pussy is as loose as my tits are saggy? I don’t know why you bother with me!” Kirsten sneered. “You try having three kids in as many years. Christ I wish I’d had my tubes tied like the doctor suggested after the last. But oh no, git-face said that was not natural and we’d just have to restrain ourselves and follow God’s plan. Wanker.”

“Leave him then. The kids have all left home or are at university. Why do you stay with the twat?”

“What? And move in with you? Is that you mean, Louis? Do you want me to move in with you?”

There was an embarrassing pause.

“No, I thought not,” Kirsten snapped, getting off the bed and reaching for her bra and panties that lay on the bedroom floor. She looked back at the damp patch left on the bedsheet behind her.

“You know I’m not good to live with when I’ve got writer’s block. And when I’m writing, I just want to be left alone.”

“And the rest of the time you just want someone to fuck when the mood takes you. You are a bastard, Louis.”

“But you like me really,” he laughed.

“I do when that bloody big cock of yours isn’t firing off inside me. Why don’t you go and get the snip? It’s not like you want children. Or are you scared it would affect your virility, just knowing that you were firing blanks?”

Louis shrugged his shoulders.

Kirsten relented, her anger fading away as she looked at Louis laying on the bed, his hands behind his head and his penis still hard and erect. “Being as, you know, it’s already happened. How’d you fancy and quick doggy, with a proper finish?”

He reached up for her and she looked at him, partially in disgust, but also with desire. After a second or two, she dropped the drab bra and panties back onto the floor and climbed back into bed. Her hand reached for his cock, lifted it upright and took it into her mouth.

“Oooohhhh, Kirsten, you are so very good.” His hands reached out and cupped her breasts that now swung like two Xmas stockings with small oranges in them. His palms brushed back and forth over her nipples, before his fingers closed around the swinging masses.

Kirsten looked up at him, brushing her long, chestnut hair away from her blue, heavily made-up eyes. She sucked hard, and her hand stroked up and down his shaft, urging him back to full rigidity.

“Fuck me, you’ve got a lovely big cock.”

“I knew there was something you saw in me,” laughed Louis, “or liked seeing in you.”

Kirsten slapped him playfully and went back to her skilful fellatio.

“Can you give twenty quid for the Morning After pill,” she asked quietly, sitting back so that her breasts rested against her chest, but her hand remained stroking his cock up and down with long languid strokes.

“Of course,” Louis replied, nonchalantly, “my wallet is in my trouser pocket. Take what you need.” He looked at her. “Take some more and buy some decent underwear.”

“Oh yes, and what’s he going to think when I go home dressed like a hooker?”

“Women that wear sexy lingerie are not necessarily hookers,” he laughed.

“They bloody are in Terry’s eyes.”

“Okay, let me buy you some decent lingerie and keep it here, then you can wear it just for me.”

“Is that what you want, me trussed up like a tart for your delectation? There was a time, Louis, when you just wanted me naked.” She looked at him, sadness in her eyes. “Are you going off me?”

“No,” lied Louis, “I want you just as much as I ever did.”

“Hmm,” sighed Kirsten, the doubt and disbelief apparent in her voice before she went back to sucking his enjoyably large, uncut cock.

Louis pulled pillow to behind his back, propping himself up so that he could watch Kirsten in comfort as her hands and mouth worked diligently on his manhood. She’s always been good at this, he thought. I have to admit, Kirsten’s more willing and more obviously getting enjoyment from doing it than any of the other women that I’ve known. Not that there had been that many. A few girlfriends, a couple that even lived with him for a while, before driven away by his mood swings as the creative urge ebbed and flowed within him. Kirsten had been one of those. She left when she found what she thought was a better option, only to find out five years and three children later that she’d married a boring man with religious objections to contraception and the developing belief that sex was solely for the purposes of procreation. It was at that point, that having bumped into Louis in a shopping mall, gone for a coffee and poured her heart out to him, that their affair had started. So now, at least two or three afternoons a week, she lay on her back in his bed receiving the orgasms her husband never had managed to give her. Or on her knees, sucking him off. She did a lot of that, mainly because he had never been a once a night man. Once aroused, Louis normally managed to cum three times before he needed to rest, and as she never wanted him to cum inside her, she normally finished him off in her mouth. Today though, today was obviously going to be different. Having cum deep inside her once, she was going to make sure she got the best value from the Morning After pill.

With mounting enjoyment, Louis watched as Kirsten performed her fellatio, her head bobbing up and down enthusiastically, her lips rubbing back and forth over the hard rim of his bell-end, and her tongue lashing his shaft as her head twisted from side to side. All the time, she moaned with deep groans of delight, conveying her own arousal and enjoyment of what she was doing.

“Fuck me, Kirsten, you’re good at that. Oh, fuck!” His hips lifted as he sought to push his cock deeper into her mouth, feeling the mounting need for stimulation as his orgasm approached. His hands stroked her lovely, long chestnut hair. Hair the same colour as the thick bush that surrounded her willing vagina. “Kirsten,” he moaned, fighting hard against the urge to bury his hands in her hair, take a grip and force his cock even deeper into her mouth, or down her throat, where, gripped by the tightness that he so missed, he could unload his balls in ecstatic delight. “Kirsten,” he moaned again, as he watched her boobs swinging alluring from her chest. Boobs that had been so round and pert when he’d first met her, which had expanded during her years of continual breastfeeding, only to collapse back to empty dugs, a shadow of their former glory. That he considered a crime against humanity, or at least against mankind, just as much as the havoc three normal childbirths in as many years had wrecked on her vaginal tightness. “OH, Kirsten! I’m cumming,” he groaned, her hard work and his mental recalling of her youthful breasts pushing him over the top.

But Kirsten had other ideas. Just has she felt his cock tense, sensed his body reaching the point of no return, she stopped, rocked back on her heels and held his erection at arms’ length, squeezing hard.

“Oh no, not yet, my lover, you promised me doggy style and a proper fuck.”

As she felt the wave wash over him and the point of imminence recede, she let go, moved from kneeling over him to kneeing at his side, her forearms braced on the bed as her arse pointed upwards. This look of receptive waiting was too much, and Louis scrambled to his knees, moved around to kneel behind her and grasp her firmly by the hips. From between her thighs, her fleshy vulva pouted at him, still oozing cum from his last ejaculation, her pink flappy labia inviting him in. One hand grasped his shaft now, and as Kirsten reached back between her legs, holding herself open so that her vagina gaped welcoming in front of him, Louis offered his cock to her depths, slipped his glans into her and then pushed.

“OH! Louis!” she sighed as he sank into her in one long, long, glorious plunge, his massive cock seeming to spread her wider, part her deeper than he normally did, and much, much deeper than she ever even imagined her husband doing. Grunting loudly, Louis thrust a few times, pushing in deeper each time until his cock hit her cervix. “Ow, careful,” she chastised, waggling her buttocks at him to show that she didn’t want him to be too careful.

“God, you’ve got a lovely pussy,” Louis sighed, shifting his legs to the outside of hers, letting Kirsten clamp her thighs together, trapping him inside her as his hands gripped her hips and he began to fuck her with gusto and unbridled desire.

“Oh, Louis, fuck me, fuck me hard,” Kirsten moaned, bracing herself for the onslaught that experience taught her such goading would illicit.

But Louis needed no extra goading. Today was different. Kirsten was suddenly in his eyes the younger, exciting, impregnable girl she had once been. It was as if cumming inside her once, after all these years of careful pulling out, limited responses and tamed emotions, his restraint, and hers, had been thrown away. Now they were fucking for the pure pleasure of the fuck, for themselves and for each other.

“Oh, Kirsten!” he sighed, leaning back, looking for the first time in what seemed years at the beautiful curves of her buttocks, at the wideness of her hips and the fleshy delights of her labia as their pink, spunk-coated fleshiness wiped his cock on every inward and outward motion. “Fuck me, you’re gorgeous,” he said, meaning it and thrusting into her hard, his hands pulling her hips towards him, as his own hips thrust towards her, Kirsten responded in kind, her body swaying back and forth, her knees and hips pivoting to aid her rocking back and forth in time with his thrusting. And she could feel him inside her, rock hard, now, harder than ever. Harder, and deeper. “Kirsten, Kirsten, Kirsten, Kirsten,” Louis chanted with each thrust, as if something had just been renewed in their lovemaking, some ancient passion restored and reignited.

Kirsten could feel her own body responding too, She felt on fire, a warm glow as if her blood was molten metal and coursing around her body spreading heat, igniting nerves and reawakening feelings long buried and forgotten. Her breasts swung beneath her, but her nipples were harder and her areolae more puckered with arousal than she ever remembered them. She could not have produced better pokies if she’d walked into a deep freeze naked after sunbathing on a summer’s day. And the shock to her system was just as jarring.

“Oh, Louis, I’m cumming!”

It was a high-pitched scream of shock and delight, agony and release, that he’d not heard for years. Her whole body was starting to quiver, and her pussy seemed to be clenching his shaft in a way he’d forgotten could happen.

“Kirsten! I’m going to cum.”

He was prepared, even now, to pull out, to spurt a bucket-load of spunk up her back, or on to the bedsheet beneath her just as he normally did.

“Yes!”

Her pussy seemed to tighten in him more and she pushed back at him. “FILL ME!”

There it was, that was unmistakeable, unequivocal. Pure desire and consent to cum inside her, just as he wanted nothing more, nothing more in all the world,

“Kirsten!”

The world seemed to slow down and stop.

Louis thrust forward, his hips slapping against her buttocks and his balls swinging beneath him.

At the same time, Kirsten pushed back, her vagina tensing and squeezing his shaft, trapping him deep inside her, just as her breasts swayed violently below her.

“Louis!”

There was a tensing, a feeling of muscles clenching deep inside his groin, a gathering of energy and resources, a pause, and then, he came.

With a deep internal thud, with a shockwave that shook his body and made his world go black for a second, Louis came. So hard, so violently, that he felt the surge of fluid as what seemed like a gallon of thick, creamy cum tried to surge up his urethra in an instant, flooding into Kirsten’s vagina. The pressure wave was so much, so violent, that it was almost painful. And then he was cumming, his hands holding onto her hips, holding him to her as he came and came and came.

“OOOOHHHH,” groaned Kirsten, her head hanging in exhausted delight as she felt him pumping so much into her. “OOOOHHHH!” He came again. “OOOOHHHH.” And again and she could feel fullness and warmth now. “FUCK!” If this couldn’t make her pregnant, nothing could. As a wave of orgasmic delight washed over her like a tsunami, she slumped forward, feeling his cock pulled out of her, inch, after inch, after inch of well lubricated inch. “FUCK!” she gasped as she fell face first on to the bedsheet.

But before she could catch her breath, she felt Louis’ hands pushing beneath her, lifting her back to her knees, lifting her up as one hand sought her breasts and two fingers of the other delved into her sopping, dripping depths.

“Cum for me, Kirsten. I want you to cum,” he whispered in her ear, his voice full of passion and pure, unbridled lust.

“I just did,” she whispered, shocked and still cumming.

“Cum harder.”

His fingers were inside her now, delving into her depths, finger-fucking her fast and hard as the ball of his thumb rubbed over her hooded clitoris and his other hand gasped and squeezed her breasts.

“Oh, fuck! Louis!” she gasped as she came, again, and again.

“Cum for me, Kirsten. I want you to cum.” His voice was insistent, demanding

“I am,” she whimpered, her whole body shuddering now.

“Cum for me, Kirsten. I want you to cum.”

Not just his fingers, but it felt like his whole hand was trying to push into her now. If she hadn’t been so wet, so dripping with spunk and so aroused, she’d have been in agony. As it was, she just came harder.

“Louis! OOOOHHHH, OOOOHHHH, OOOOHHHH, OOOOHHHH.”

Kirsten’s whole body shook now as if she was having an epileptic fit, and only now did he let her go, withdrawing his hand and lowering her, quivering, to the bed. She looked up at him, her body shaking with waves of spasmodic quivering as orgasmic waves sloshed back and forth the length of her body. Kirsten looked him, at his absolute rigidity standing straight up, as if he hadn’t just fucked her to the point of exhaustion and given her everything his balls could produce.

“Again?” he asked, turning her over, his hands then slipping under her knees, lifting them up and apart, spreading her open as he bent her double.

And then, just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, she felt his cock plunge into her again, cum from the previous ejaculation oozing out of her as he sank back in, even deeper than before, doubling her up, crushing her, as he speared her to the bed.

“Fancy a fuck?” he grinned, his face close to hers.

“Again?” Kirsten gasped in amazement.

“Okay,” he replied, as if she was asking him if he would.

But the urgency had gone from him now, Although he was spreading her wider than he ever had before, pushing in deeper, he wasn’t doing so with anger or naked desire. Now, as he slowed down, his thrusting strokes becoming slower and more gentle, he stopped fucking her and made love to her, with her, instead. Kirsten reached out for him, curled her arms around him, lifted her legs from his arms and wrapped them around his back.

“Oh, Louis,” she sighed softly as his thrusting shifted to rocking, as their bodies moved together and he eased his head from beside hers, lifting off her enough that he could look at her. And now his hands squeezed between them, scooping her breasts together gently so that he could look at them with love and desire, before bending his neck enough to kiss each nipple in turn.

“I love you,” he said softly.

Kirsten stared at him in shock. This wasn’t their agreement. Years ago they might have been in love, so long ago and in what seemed to have been a different life. But not now. Now they just fucked, he didn’t cum in her, she didn’t get pregnant, and neither of them ever told her husband.

“What’s come over you,” she asked quietly, noticing the gentle way he was now holding and caressing her breasts. “You’le be asking me to leave Terry next.”

“I said I loved you, not that’d gone mad,” he replied, grinning as he tried to retract the previous statement without actually retracting it.

“That’s alright then, I love you too.” She looked at him. “Are you going to cum again?”

There was a silence, a waiting, whilst their bodies kept on moving in synchronicity, but his mind was elsewhere, as if he was testing something.

“I don’t think so, I think I’m done.” There was sadness in his voice, and Kirsten felt it too. Although they were still bonking, she could feel his ardour cooling, his erection softening as his turgidity slowly collapsed. As her grip on him loosened with his reduced tumescence, things got wetter and sloppier until, eventually, he fell out of her. She let him go then, her legs falling from his back and her arms from his neck. Louis rolled off her, to lay at her side, breathing heavily. His hand flopped over, landing palm up on her belly, and she took it in her, holding him as she raised one knee and kept her legs open.

“I seem to be leaking, quite a bit.” She sniggered and he laughed too.

“I wonder why!” He took a deep breath, as if girding himself for an ordeal. “I could lick you out?” It was an offered as much as a question.

“No, don’t, I don’t think I can take any more, not just now, not just now. But thanks for the offer.”

She felt him shrug nonchalantly.

“Louis,” she started, after they’d lain there for a few minutes in companionable silence. “Why did you say you loved me.”

“Because I do.”

“Don’t spoil it, please?”

“Why is that spoiling it. You’re not going to tell me that you love Terry really and this is all a mistake?”

“No, but you don’t want me to leave him and live with you either, do you?”

“Do you think it would work this time?”

“No. Do you?”

“No.”

There was a longer silence.

“I liked that.”

The silence drifted on.

“What?”

“When you came inside me. And when you did it again.” Kirsten rolled onto her side. “If I went on the pill, could I keep them here? I wouldn’t dare keep them at home. He might find them, or catch me taking them.”

“But then you’d have to come here every day, to take it. Even at weekends.”

“Would that be so bad? I could come here every day, take a pill, wear lingerie for you, we could…”

“Fuck? Sounds like you are moving in, just not leaving him as well.”

Kirsten slapped him, semi-playfully.

“I don’t know.” She sat up, turned to look down at him, then swung her legs off the bed and stood up. “I’m going for a shower,” she announced. “I’ll leave that with you.”

As she walked away, Louis watched her arse waggled and decided that she was still a very fine woman, and that she was leaving the decision with him, but as he sat up, he saw the large creamy puddle she had left behind on the sheets. Now he wasn’t so sure what she meant.

“You should get yourself a cleaner. This place is a tip,” announced Kirsten as she walked back into the bedroom, drying her long chestnut red hair with a towel, her drooping breasts swaying alluringly as she did so.

“So that it’s nice when you come each day?”

“No, so that you don’t live in such a tip. Honestly, Louis, doesn’t it bother you?”

Kirsten cast a disparaging eye around he room, bent down and picked up her bra and panties and started to put them on.

“Oh, are you going?” Louis asked.

“Well, I don’t think you’ve got much left to offer, and I need to get to the Pharmacist’s, remember?” She pulled her dress over her head and then crossed to a chair, picked up his trousers and extracted his wallet. She took out a twenty quid note, then looked at him. “Were you serious about buying lingerie.”

“Yes.”

“It’s expensive you know. The less there is of it, the more it costs.”

“Take what you want, take all of it.”

“I will, thanks.” She put his empty wallet back into his trouser pocket, then looked at him, still laying unashamedly naked on the bed. “I’ll buy it on my way here tomorrow and then bring you the change.”

“Whatever.”

“I’ll phone around and find you cleaner as well,” she said, resting her knees against the bed and leaning forward provocatively so that he got a good view down the front of her dress. She stroked his languid cock and felt his fingers run up the inside of her leg, under the hem of the dress and towards her thighs. She pulled back sharply. “Stop it, I must go.”

As she stepped back, Louis held out her hand, his fingers curled as if he wished to slip them back inside her and for a second she nearly moved back into reach.

“I’ll ring you about the cleaner, and see you again soon.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Perhaps.” She knew she was teasing him now, but also she wanted to go shopping, with money in her pocket and buy small lacy things just for the purpose of exciting him. That was something that couldn’t be rushed. But then she couldn’t take them home, not and risk Terry finding them. “Okay, tomorrow.” She blew him a kiss, turned and left.

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