A Housewife's Dilemma - Choice No. 01

There was no way a barefoot ex-gymnast with an ability to change direction quickly and skip upstairs could get caught by a muscle bound fifty year old man weighing two hundred pounds!

As added insurance to gain a few yards, I started slamming doors closed behind me as I ran giggling like a schoolgirl through the house. By now, the reaching back to pull doors closed behind me had loosened my robe to the extent that the belt gave way and it had become like a super hero cape as it flowed from my shoulders.

It was a cunning plan, but absolutely futile.

Joe was close enough behind me still that he simply ran through the swinging doors before they were able to close and latch and as I reached the kitchen I prepared for my clinching manoeuvre with the ability to change direction fast and skip upstairs in about three leaps.

The change in direction went like a dream! The traction my bare feet gained on the timber tiled hall floor was sufficient to permit me to jump onto the third step.

My next giant leap got me half way up the stairs but I heard the thud as Joe reached the staircase.

He was STILL right behind me!

My brain quickly calculated whilst in flight that from the remaining steps I needed one more skip to within about four steps of the top then a final leap onto the landing then a swift turn right to sanctuary.

Perfect! I landed square on the fourth step from the top with my left foot and my trailing right foot would reach the landing with ease. But just as I was about to bring that right foot forward for the final leap there was a thud as Joe lurched up the stairs and grabbed my right ankle in his huge, rough right hand.

The sudden arrest of my right leg caused me to lose my balance and for my upper torso to fall forward onto the landing. I landed with a thump that briefly knocked the wind out of me and this caused my trailing robe to leap up my back and over the back of my head.

This left me lying prone with my hips over the top step, my bare ass in the air and my upper torso and head on the carpet of the landing.

I was still giggling uncontrollably as Joe grabbed my other ankle with his other hand. The power in his hands was amazing. They weren't soft and I hadn't really given it any thought, but with his line of work I guess I couldn't expect them to be. He was pulling my legs straight and down the stairs. My upper body was flat on the landing and my hands were flat with splayed fingers trying to claw myself onto the landing.

Joe pulled my legs apart and growled.

"Thought you'd get away did you? I gave you a sporting chance" he stated flatly.

Suddenly, I felt Joe's face on my exposed bottom. He was growling and moving his face side to side as he burrowed into the gaping valley of my ass and I felt the hotness and wetness his tongue invading my tight, puckered flower.

The bristles of his chin and cheeks could be clearly felt on the tender, private skin of my inner ass. He started licking furiously and then I felt his tongue harden and start to dab at me. I stopped giggling immediately and gasped.

"Oh Joe!" I moaned.

I had never had my ass licked and it was driving me insane with pleasure. By now I had given up on any thoughts of escape and Joe was noisily slurping and growling as he consumed my little asshole. He would alternate with his lapping tongue across the 'Bridge of Sighs' between my puckered flower and my exposed pussy with his flat tongue, then he stabbed the tip of his tongue hard into my gaping womanhood, almost fucking me with it.

My whole body was alive with tingling pleasure. My clit was throbbing like crazy, I could feel my wetness as he breathed across my gaping crotch and my nipples were stiff and rubbing on the carpet. My robe was wide open to the point that my shoulders were out of it and it was in a bundle gathered on my shoulders and by now, my fingers were clawing at my own hair.

I could feel all the fear and trepidation washing from my body as Joe hungrily feasted on me. He still grasped my ankles in his vice-like grip but had eased off on pulling my legs to the extent that I could now get my feet on the flat of a step and get on tip-toes. This had the effect of allowing me to raise my buttocks to give him ease of access and I arched my back to bring my gaping and sopping wet pussy fully into range.

He needed no second invitation. He lowered his face and took one long lick from my clitoris up the hot opening of my vulva and up to my ass. Suddenly, he was dabbing in and out of my rudely gaping cunt with his tongue. It felt amazing! He was making slurping sounds and muffled growls as he ate me and his breathing was heavy and laboured from the chase and arousal.

By now, I was making gasps and moans that I would swear in a Court of Law were coming from somebody else. I was straight legged, my ass was raised in the air and my lower spine arched to present to Joe. It was like an out of body experience, my whole body was consumed with waves of pleasure and I had a loud and juddering orgasm as Joe lowered his head and latched onto my clitoris with his mouth.

I remained prone and submitting, totally exposed to his wishes, panting gently and sighing. Joe gently released my ankles and shifted up the stairs to lay his forearm across the middle of my back, leaning his weight there to pin me.

"I'll teach you to behave like a slut!" Joe hissed.

Suddenly, I felt the rough palm of Joe's hand rub up and down my exposed womanhood and a finger slip inside of me. Then there were two. Joe's massive, thick fingers slid into my wet, gaping pussy with ease. He wasn't too rough as he stretched me open but he wasn't overly gentle either. It felt wonderful, as he started to gently pump his fingers into me and rub the knuckles of his fingers on my G-Spot.

Next, I felt his thumb tickling and circling my puckered ass as he spread the slippery wetness of my arousal round and around, then gently into my resisting opening. The tip of his thumb slid in with ease and then he started to wriggle it gently whilst pressing it home. I'd never had anal sex and had only experimented with my own slim finger on occasion. The feeling of this thick, wriggling thumb slowly penetrating me there was simply sublime. I went from slight pangs of discomfort, to being relaxed and in immense pleasure as Joe gently worked his thumb deeper until he had me impaled on his fingers and thumb like a bowling ball.

Joe started rhythmically pumping his fingers and thumb into me and bending and straightening his thumb. I could do nothing but lay on my front, head sideways with my mouth open in a gasp and moaning loudly. He still pinned me across the middle of my back with his free arm and was pumping me gently to orgasm.

Suddenly, I had an overwhelming need to pee. I was bursting to pee and Joe had me pinned and was fucking me with his fingers. I could feel myself clamping onto him as I desperately tried to avert the embarrassment and my eyes rolled and I gasped and moaned uncontrollably.

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Suddenly, Joe stopped. He pulled his thumb out of me gently and then his fingers. He took his arm off of my back, stood and in one sweeping movement slid an arm under my hips and scooped me up like a rag doll, throwing me unceremoniously over his shoulder. My robe fell off of my arms and this left me totally naked so that I lay with bare ass in the air over his shoulder. I placed my hands on his back to steady myself.

"Now you get what's been coming to you" Joe hissed and strode into the open door of the main bedroom with me over his shoulder. I was completely his. I wanted him to take me. To use me like a whore. I was totally compliant and wanting.

Joe sat on the end of the bed with me still over his shoulder and as if I was just a rag doll, he transferred me in one simple movement so that I lay on my front over his lap.

It was now that I became aware that there was a substantial presence. His penis was engorged and I could feel it moving in his shorts and pressing against my lower belly as I lay across his lap. He placed one massive hand on the small of my back then out of nowhere; Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

He repeatedly smacked my buttocks in turn. I lost count. There was no warning, no pause, just a repeated spanking of each buttock in turn. Even now, it seemed that Joe wasn't too rough. It stung like crazy and I felt helplessly pinned by his rough hand, but the feeling was a mixture of humiliation, stinging pain and absolute pleasure.

After this stinging assault, my buttocks were on fire. Joe placed a rough hand gently on my behind and rubbed my butt cheeks round and around, up and down, delving a finger to roughly penetrate my pussy and wipe my oozing wetness up onto my ass. I was close to orgasm again and I could feel it welling up in me, as again was that urgent need to pee.

Before I could try to negotiate a tactical withdrawal to the loo or take five to pause for breath, Joe grabbed me and literally threw me on my back, stark naked onto the bed.

"That'll teach you to mess with a man like me" Joe growled. "Now you get what's coming to you!"

Joe stood upright at the foot of the bed as I dared to raise myself onto my elbows to watch him whilst laying on my back, legs splayed apart, in total awe of his frame.

Joe lifted his tee shirt off over his head, threw it down to the floor and stared at my groin.

I stared at his face, scanned his chest and his flat but contoured stomach and rested my gaze at the huge bulge across the front of his shorts. I was totally mesmerised and just fixed my stare at his confined erection.

Joe instantly slipped the thumb of each hand into the waistband of his shorts and whilst bending slightly, in one swift downwards movement slid his shorts and underwear down over his thighs. His penis leaped free from its confinement and rudely pointed upwards as he raised each leg and kicked off his shorts.

This was truly the most beautiful penis I had ever seen, in real life or in pictures. And it was by far the biggest. It had a gentle upward curve and the shaft was as thick as my forearms as was the huge swollen head. His penis was the same tanned complexion as the remainder of his body, yet the shaft was slightly darker than the top couple of inches where there was a lighter ring where the sun had obviously got through the fabric of his shorts whilst he was flaccid. His balls were proportional to the size of his penis; they were huge. I figured that Joe was twice the size of my husband!

My buttocks were tingling and still stinging from Joe's admonishment. My pussy was throbbing and I could feel my engorged clitoris pulsing. Joe, stood naked with a fully engorged and huge penis, was a work of art. He was quite simply and by far the most beautiful man I thought that I had ever seen. I quickly made a calculation in my mind and decided that the cucumbers I had been using were not in the correct proportion. Joe was thicker by far and I had a sudden feeling of fear and trepidation that he was going to try and shove that enormous tool into me.

Joe mounted the end of the bed with one knee and crawled stealthily forward, his head lowered to between my legs. I duly obliged and showing off my ability to perform the splits, opened my legs wide as his mouth came down onto my gaping cunt.

Starting with a flat tongue, Joe licked from my puckered butt and up along my entire womanhood. He then proceeded to lick up and down, pausing on my clitoris to gently lick, suckle and nibble around it with his lips. He worked me with his tongue, delving, dabbing it into me, all the while with his massive hands grasping the backs of my knees.

I seldom got to enjoy this kind of a treat and I was really being pleasured by it. I writhed and rotated my hips onto Joe's invading mouth, whilst I also clutched at his hair to pull him onto me whilst propping myself up to watch him in action. That feeling of wanting to pee was building again and I was in dire fear of a diplomatic incident if this assault continued much longer!

I was fearful that Joe would be getting himself a face full and I would die of embarrassment. I needed to touch that beautiful penis, to have it in my hands and in my mouth. But I needed to break free from the delicious pleasures that Joe was providing with his mouth before it got too out of hand. Somehow, I was vexing for an excuse to slip away to pee!

Suddenly, Joe stopped. He withdrew his mouth from me and licking his lips; he crawled up over me, grabbed a large round decorative cushion from the head of the bed and slid an arm under the base of my back, lifted me bodily and pushed the cushion under me to raise my hips from the bed. I let my head lay back on the bed as Joe shuffled forward and I immediately reached down and grasped the shaft of his penis, positioning it on my wet, gaping womanhood.

Joe looked down at himself as he displaced my hand and took hold of himself, studiously rubbing the enormous engorged head of his erection along the slit of my opening. He began to rotate his hips slowly, then forward and back, rubbing the shaft up and over my now throbbing clitoris, which rudely stuck up and outwards.

Introducing the tip of his enormous manhood to my opening, he pressed forward very gently until the entire swollen and purple head slipped into me.

My eyes rolled in my head and I gasped "Oh Joe!'

After a brief pause to ensure I was comfortable and with my raised hips at the appropriate angle, Joe pressed forwards and a few inches of his thick, throbbing penis slid into me. The pleasure was intense. I raised both arms, placing one hand around the back of his neck, the other pressed flat on his muscular chest. There was no pain or discomfort at all and I was holding my breath and whimpering in pleasure.

Joe then started to pull out of me gently, then push back into me. His penis seemed to glide on the sopping wetness of my arousal and after several gentle thrusting motions; almost the entire length of him was in me. I could feel him filling and stretching me, the pleasurable ache it caused in my pussy and tummy were incredible!

Suddenly, Joe made a final push. I felt the head press against my cervix which caused a sharp pain, making me cry out and jump, placing my hand on his belly and trying to push him away from my pussy. Joe stopped still for just a few seconds; instead of pulling out of me, he started rotating his hips. I could feel the enormous head of his penis start to circle my cervix and he pressed forward until I could feel his huge balls draped on my ass.

This went on for at least a minute, during which time I was able to relax somewhat. This feeling of being totally and completely filled was the most pleasurable and emotional experience I had ever had.

Joe pressed onto me, his pubic bone rubbing on my clitoris as he slowly gyrated, rotating his penis in its deeply penetrative position and I grasped him tightly with my hands over his upper arms and shoulders, wrapping my legs round his back and just hanging onto him like a limpet. All of his weight and power were pressing onto my groin. He supported his massive torso on his arms and looked down at me with an intense, passionate look on his face. I could feel the emotion and passion build in me.

The feelings of pure pleasure and emotion made me feel like weeping with joy, but welling up in me was my orgasm and that uncontrollable need to relieve myself. I was going to wet myself at any moment and as Joe fucked me gently and firmly, not even withdrawing his penis from its fully inserted position, I was being pushed over the edge.

My orgasm overtook me. I clamped onto Joe with the muscles of my pussy, hung onto him tight and let go. As I released, I wet myself. I orgasmed, I shuddered, I cried and I shook as I had the most amazing sexual climax I had ever experienced!

Joe just kept rotating his hips and pressing into me as my juices gushed over his swollen manhood, running down my crack onto the sheets. My vagina pulsed, clenched and throbbed on the shaft of his manhood. My entire body jerked and shook in spasms. When my orgasm subsided, Joe gently withdrew with a loud "Plop!" and kissed my neck then moved down my body to suckle my swollen nipples. His rough hands gently stroked, squeezed and fondled my breasts, gently tugging on my nipples, licking and gently nibbling them as I lay in a heap, waves of orgasm still rolling through me.

I was almost unable to move. I felt exhausted. But Joe hadn't finished with me yet! He gently turned me over onto my front, shifted the cushion to under my hips and approached me from behind. I lay perfectly still, head to one side with mouth open, my ass in the air and legs apart. I felt Joe kneel behind me and he introduced the head of his throbbing cock to my asshole and gently pushed it forwards.

There was no way my tight little hole was going to take that monster and it would have been too painful. I flinched as Joe fumbled to get his penis further into me beyond the tip and tensed my butt cheeks together in silent protest. He grunted, gave up even trying and I felt him push the tip of his tool down and to the entrance of my still gaping, slippery and stretched pussy and instead; pushed the bulbous head into me.

This time, he didn't employ the slow and steady routine. I felt him glide into me almost fully, filling me, gently stretching me and making me gasp with pleasure. Joe put one hand each side of my shoulders and I felt him rise up behind me a push his groin hard at me. He fully entered me with a loud grunt and proceeded to fuck me hard and rhythmically, nibbling at my shoulders and the back of my neck.

Joe grabbed my hair at one stage and gently pulled it as he fucked me faster and faster. There was no pain, just the feeling of absolute ecstasy of being filled, fucked, used, wanted, being pleasured. I was being completely and utterly taken.

I was now ready to fully participate and raised my hips and arched my back as Joe pumped into me harder and harder, grabbing my hips with his huge, rough hands and impaling me onto his weapon. He fucked me to a shuddering orgasm and then filled me. I could feel his hot sperm gushing into me as he roared like a beast and collapsed onto me, flattening me with the cushion under my hips allowing my buttocks to remain in a raised position in acceptance of his penetration.

We lay exhausted for a few minutes, before he climbed off me, drew me to him, kissed me and stroked my face before shuffling off of the bed, then getting to his feet and pulling on his shorts before walking from the room then straight downstairs. I lay there for several minutes panting, trying to recover and to put what had just happened all in place in my mind and emotions.

I pondered that if Joe had asked me to run off with him right there and then and leave everything I had built over the years I would have. I was totally besotted! I wanted this beautiful man to fuck me day and night. I felt that I wanted to have him in sight daily, in my bed and to hold me safe and close in his massive arms.

Once having regained some composure, I squatted on the toilet to pee and let Joe's seed run out of me. I jumped in the shower then stripped all of the soiled bed linen, pulled on some panties, shorts and a tee shirt then changed the bed and proceeded downstairs to put the laundry on. By the time I had got downstairs Joe had finished for the day.

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As much as I would have loved to have reported that Joe fucked me silly every day from then on, it didn't happen. Indeed, despite continued efforts to snare Joe, he continued much the same as before. He was polite, aloof, gentle and busy.

The day before we were due to move house, Joe came over to do a final clean of the swimming pool. I was really frustrated and wished that we could have carried on daily but it just didn't happen. Joe seemingly didn't want it to happen. I tried to the very end. I took my shower and just put my robe on. I wanted to please Joe. Everything was in boxes and we were essentially packed.