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(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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 64