He couldn’t believe the change that had come over his helper: she was like Jekyll and Hyde. The power with which she was working his penis was simply awesome. Peter couldn’t remember anything like it. Maybe Nyala came close, he thought. But Petsi took it to another level, and all without deepthroating him in the classical sense. Basically, she combined high speed with comprehensive coverage. One minute, she would be slurping on the first two or three inches of his cock as if it were an iced lolly that was in danger of melting on a hot summer’s day, using a combination of lips, tongue and even teeth, the last named being used lightly, sparingly and to incredibly erotic effect. The next she would be licking his balls, combining the same delicacy of touch with attention to detail. And then she would be at the base of his shaft, intermingling the light touch of her fingers with the fervent ferocity of her tongue – and once more, those incredible teeth.
The upshot of all this attention was of course that Peter, try as he might, was unable to hold out for long. He wasn’t generally very vocal in his lovemaking, but the exception, as they say, proves the rule. As soon as he knew he had no chance of holding back his orgasm, he gave vent to the emotions that had been pent up for so long, to the desire that had been simmering below the surface from the moment he first set his eyes on her.
‘Oh, god, how I wanted this!’ he cried.
With a voice filled with emotion, he added, ‘How I have wanted you, Petsi! You won’t believe it.’
And then he came, flooding the mouth that had just given him so much pleasure with its just reward.
TEN
Peter was hungry for more of Petsi – a feeling that was reciprocated by the au pair. He unzipped her dress and helped her out of it before placing it over the back of a chair. With something of the excitement of a schoolboy, he then unhooked her white bra and tossed it towards the same chair. It fell short, but neither of them cared. Her breasts were larger than he had imagined, the shape of green pumpkins. Her areolas were tiny, only twice the diameter of the nipples that rose above them. Their colour depended on the light and the angle at which you viewed them – sometimes pink and sometimes brown. In their resting state, the nipples were not tall, but Peter hoped they would at least double in size once he got to work on them, which was his very next task.
Or his next but one. First, he reminded himself of his obligation to be a gentleman, drawing Petsi into a kiss – another department in which the busty Swede proved herself to be extremely adept. She favoured the use of a lot of tongue, which was absolutely fine by Peter, especially as Sophia had never been a big ‘tonsil hockey’ type of kisser. Well, not with him, anyway, he thought with a laugh. Her hands were definitely of the roving type too, moving in rapid succession from his face to the back of his head, his back, his buttocks and finally his penis. Even before her hands reached it, it was hard again, but after they started to rub it and squeeze it, it regained its full stature.
Petsi took this as a signal that it was time for Peter to penetrate her, which she communicated to him in her own inimitable style by telling him she wanted him to fuck her hard. Peter was, to be frank, a little disappointed, as he had been hoping to lick her out while her pussy was still in pristine condition, before it had been drenched in his cum. On the other hand, it was fun to be led by his helper and sometimes, anyway, the best things in sex, as in life, came in unexpected ways. He did at least get the pleasure of pulling down her panties before they got onto the bed hand in hand.
But what a mistake that was! It was so damn beautiful that all of Peter’s guff about the best things in life flew out of the window. He just had to have it and have it now. To be honest, Petsi didn’t put up much resistance as he spread her legs and moved into position to eat her out.
‘My god?’ thought Peter. ‘Where to begin?’
‘Fuck the civilities!’ he told himself. ‘I’m diving right into the deep end.’
With a long sweep of his tongue, he traversed the length of her opening, which was pink and luscious and in pristine, almost virginal, condition. Petsi let out a whimper, and told Peter (rather unnecessarily) not to stop. He continued to lave her outer parts with passion, delighting in the incredible taste he was encountering. He went further in, where the taste was perhaps a little saltier, but the saltiness was offset by a more abundant supply of fluids. Lifting Petsi’s legs, he got her to hold them up by placing her hands around her ankles. With much better access to her vagina, he drove his tongue in a deep as it would go, eliciting a cry from his new lover. It only took a few more strokes before she came in a violent orgasm.
Making sure she kept the same position, he moved his penis up and drove it deep inside her. This time, she screamed out, telling Peter not to stop but to fuck her senseless. This wasn’t at all what Peter had planned. He had made a solemn promise to himself that he would make love to Petsi slowly, on his side – his front pressing against her back – and yet now here he was fucking her as if there would be no tomorrow and about to shoot his load inside her before she’d had the chance to properly enjoy it. Or so he thought…
But Petsi was enjoying it just fine, having fantasised many times about Peter entering her bedroom at night, pulling her out of bed, bending her over her dressing table and fucking her like an animal from behind. God knows how, but Peter managed to delay things, though he didn’t slow down an iota, pumping her desperately and grunting like Maria Sharapova. Petsi too was unstinting in her vocal contributions, turning the air blue with Anglo-Saxon epithets. Somehow, they managed to enter a kind of sexual limbo from which no escape was permissible. It was as if by willing each other not to release the primal forces that were locked below the surface, they were able to defy the natural order. But nature always has the last word, of course, and it wasn’t that long before they lost all control and sealed their union with a bang.
While they were lying on the bed in post-coital bliss, Peter took the opportunity to ask Petsi if she had dreamt about having sex with him. She seemed surprised at the question, displaying her usual candour to tell him that of course she had. Peter admitted to having had the same thoughts about her, especially when she left the house at the weekend. How much he had envied Ulf for having her all to himself! Petsi winced at the mention of her unfaithful ex’s name, but was delighted at the thought of Peter lusting after her.
Peter then asked her if she had fantasised about having sex with his wife. Petsi bridled instantly, denying the thought had ever crossed her mind. ‘The lady doth protest too much,’ Peter thought, his intuition telling him that Petsi was no stranger to Sapphic love.
‘Are you being quite honest with me, Petsi? I think we deserve that from each other, don’t you?’
‘Oh, Peter, but she is so creepy around me. I’ve told you that already.’
‘Yes, but you haven’t told me if you find her attractive. Many women do.’
‘Peter, why are you talking to me like this? Do you want to push me into her arms?’
‘Not at all, Petsi. But I sense that you are not being honest, and that could prove to be a big hindrance to our relationship. Don’t you see?’
‘Do you want me to make love to your wife? Is that it?’
‘It’s not what I want, my dearest, it is what you want.’
Seeing that Petsi didn’t answer, Peter decided to drive home his advantage.
‘I wouldn’t be upset if you told me you desired her. It wouldn’t change our relationship at all. In fact, it would make it stronger because I would know that you were not denying yourself what you wanted, and what you deserved.’
‘Sometimes, when I am lying in bed,’ Petsi spoke very softly, as if she was worried Sophia might overhear. ‘Sometimes, I think about her.’
‘Do your fingers go to your pussy, Petsi?’
‘Sometimes, yes.’
‘What is she doing to you? She is taking the initiative, right?’
‘She comes up behind me when I am loading clothes into the washing machine. I pretend not to notice her but actually I know it is her. I bend down more than necessary to put the clothes in. I am wearing a short skirt and that day I am wearing no panties. She doesn’t say anything, but just slips a finger inside me. She speaks now to tell me off for not wearing panties and for being so wet. In response, I bend even lower, hoping that she will replace her finger with her tongue. My wish comes true and I come almost as soon as her tongue touches my pussy.’
‘I want to thank you for being so honest with me, Petsi. You feel better now, don’t you?’
‘Yes, and I want you to take me on the kitchen table. I have dreamt about that so many times.’
After Peter had made a quick call to one of his colleagues to cry off the function owing to a bout of food-poisoning, they slipped bathrobes on and headed downstairs. As soon as they got there, even before Peter had the chance to get a drink from the fridge, Petsi had disrobed and taken up a lewd position near the edge of the kitchen table with the palms of her hands on the table behind her and her legs wide apart. Peter took one look at the Swedish beauty spreading herself for him and promptly forgot all about refreshments.
However, he was determined to make up for the lack of self-discipline he had showed that evening, and swore to himself that he would attend to her breasts before he penetrated her again. Once he got working on the first tit, while it wouldn’t be true to say he forgot all about her gorgeous pussy, it would be true to say that he found it very stimulating indeed. And so did Petsi, by all accounts, as she told Peter how good he was and generally gave every appearance of having a thoroughly good time. The nipple did not merely double in size, it very nearly tripled its height. At the same time, the areola became swollen, elevating itself as if it were competing with its more illustrious cousin. Peter kissed and licked both the base and the projection in turn, careful not to show favouritism, even if the jutting nub was clearly the greedier of the two. After a while, it was time to move his attention to the other breast, which received, as far as Peter was able to manage it, exactly the same treatment.
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