Michelle's Story

Mervin put his cup down and turned towards Michelle. She looked at him and smiled weakly. His hand went up and cupped her breast and he gently squeezed it.

"Mervin what are you doing?" she called out looking over at Andy a need for help on her face.

Mervin moved his hand to the other breast and squeezed that one too.

"Stop it Mervin, Andy will you tell him," anger in her voice.

Andy remained quiet.

Mervin then moved in close while Michelle tried to put her drink down and move away. Mervin grabbed her round the waist, spun her round, and at the same time bent her over the sink forcing her arse into his groin.

"Andy, do something," Michelle screamed.

Andy watched as Mervin fumbled with his trousers as he held his wife down over the sink. His cock appeared hard and ready. Then with great skill, Mervin managed to pull her knickers down and thrust his cock up between her arse cheeks. He bent his knees and then slid into his wife's cunt.

"Oh my god he's fucking me. Andy stop him please, he's going to fuck me."

Andy sat and watched Mervin take his wife. He watched him thrust his cock in and out of her wet cunt as she braced herself against the sink. He fucked and fucked her until I saw my wife look back over her shoulder saying, "Oh god he's going to bring me off." Then her legs seem to bend slightly then straighten as her orgasm crashed through her body, "Oh yes, that's so good!"

Then Mervin heaves into her cunt one more time and holds himself there. He growls as his cock throbs within her body ejecting boiling hot spunk in to Michelle's now willing cunt.

They stand there panting as the afterglow of their lust slowly diminishes. Mervin pulls his cock out of her cunt and steps aside.

With her dress still rucked up across the small of her back and her knickers half way down her thighs she turns towards her husband. Andy sees the hairs of her black muff wet and matted as Mervin's white muck drips from her engorged minge flaps some clinging to her pubic hair before landing in her knickers. Michelle moves and her dress falls back into place while she pulls her knickers back up and straightens her clothing. She turns and looks at her husband. There is a knowing smile on her face while her eyes are burning bright with satisfaction. She went to him and kissed him on the forehead, "That was nice, darling, thank you," she said quietly. Then returned to the sink and started washing the cups. Mervin sat back at the table looking at Andy with a huge grin on his face.

That's how his imagination was and to some extent still is. Yet it was still only his imagination.

One Saturday afternoon while Michelle was out with friends, both Andy and Mervin were sitting drinking a beer watching a couple of trains go round the track. Work in the garden had finished early so they went up into the loft to work the train set. When Andy asked, "You still got the hot's for my wife Mervin?"

"I'm sorry about what I said Mr Stevens, really, I am," Mervin replied embarrassed.

"That's alright mate, she's hot though isn't she," he pressed, "Well I think so, do you?"

Mervin didn't quite know what to say. Andy had put him on the spot and now he wasn't sure about how to respond. He could see Mervin squirm in his seat as he contemplated walking out but at the same time thought that if he did he wouldn't see the train set again.

Andy really didn't want to put him on the spot for too long so allowing for a short period of silence he then finished his beer and got up to play with the controls for the trains. Andy looked at his watch to see it was just after four thirty. "Time to close the system down Mervin," he said as he reduced the speed on the running trains. Once they had come to a stop, Andy switched the power off and headed for the loft entrance. "Switch the lights out as you come down mate."

Climbing down the ladder, he was quickly on the landing and then heading downstairs for the kitchen. He called back, "I'll put the kettle on for a drink before you go."

By the time, Mervin entered the kitchen the kettle was on and he'd prepared the cups, "Tea or coffee Mervin?"

"Um, no thanks Mr Stevens, I've got some beer left," Mervin replied and sat at the table.

They fell silent for a moment as they waited for the kettle to finish boiling. As it clicked off Andy said, "Michelle, she's hot isn't she?" he asked again as he poured the hot water onto his teabag.

"Yes she is, Mr Stevens."

Andy finished making his drink and placed it on the table. "So you would really like to fuck her would you?" he asked. His hands were shaking with apprehension as he sat, picked up his cup of tea and took a sip of the hot liquid.

Mervin looked scared and embarrassed. He really didn't know what to say, or how to say it. He looked at Andy with fear in his eyes knowing that if he were to say anything to upset him Andy would throw him out and then speak with his mum.

"It's okay Mervin you say what you want you'll not offend me. And whatever you say will be between us and nobody else."

"I'm not sure Mr Stevens," he paused drinking his tea, "What I said last time was out of order."

"Yes I know Mervin, but we've known each other now for quite some time I'm not going to say anything about what is said here today or any other day. Besides I'd like to know what you think of Michelle."

"You would?" he said surprised.

"Yes of course I would. Why did you tell me you wanted to fuck Michelle?"

Mervin then let loose, "Because she's one sexy lady. I'd love to shove my cock up her."

This was more like it; Andy felt his cock stiffen almost immediately. "Go on tell me."

"Well I'd like to get her on her back so that I can put her legs in the air and slide my cock all the way in. I'd fuck her making sure she came on my cock and then I'd shoot my sperm into her womb and get her up the duff."

"Jesus is that what you want - to get my wife up the duff?" Andy asked excited.

"Yes sir Mr Stevens, I'd keep fucking her until she was."

"And who will look after your baby when it's born?"

"I'd let you do that Mr Stevens I just want to fuck."

"What else would you do?"

"Well I certainly wouldn't let her out of bed much that's for sure. I'd fuck her all the time in fact I'd have my cock up her every hour of the day and night."

Andy could see Mervin was now lost in his own fantasy world. His mind was in a sexual overdrive of lust and desire - and he had one of the hardest erections ever. Just listening to his ranting was enough to excite him to the point of wanting release there and then.

"Does she shave her mound Mr Stevens?" he asked his face a pinkish glow of lust.

Jokingly I replied, "That's for me to know and for you to find out."

"I intend to," he replied seriously, "I hope she has a really hairy bush 'cause if she has I'll go down on her and lick her clit and munch on her minge flaps. She will also suck my cock and drink my spunk."

He became restless his face had now turned an angry red colour though he certainly wasn't angry. He was constantly moving in his chair when Andy saw that he was sporting an erection, "And when she's up the duff good an proper I'll then fuck her up the shitter until she come's and I'll add my spunk to her turds."

Andy's erection was now throbbing and once Mervin had stopped his schoolboy ranting he asked, "And what plans have you got in place to get Michelle to let you fuck her?"

He looked up and Andy saw his expression drop as he realised it would never happen, "I don't Mr Stevens. It's all a dream. I look at Mrs Stevens and wonder what it would be like to do it and I go home and dream about it."

"Is that what you did with the lady in the shop Mervin?" Andy asked realising that all he was really doing, as most teenagers do, is fantasise.

He sighed and shrugged his shoulders, "Yeah sort of, it was all a misunderstanding."

"What was?"

"Well, I fancied her something rotten and I get to thinking that she wanted it. However, I got it wrong, "Mervin spoke with his eyes cast down, "She was just nice and friendly that's all."

"What happened?" asked Andy his curiosity getting the better of him.

Well I don't know if I should say any more Mr Stevens. I don't want to get into trouble. It was bad enough then I don't want it to start all over again."

"Hey Mervin, we're friends aren't we. Have I repeated anything you've told me in the past?"

"No you haven't."

"Well come on out with it you can't stop now," Andy was eager to learn what happened.

"I'm not supposed to say anything Mr Stevens my mum made me promise."

"I see, well you know I can keep a promise. I've not said anything to anybody about what you said about the dirty magazines or what you want to do to my wife so you can trust me Mervin."

"I know but . . ."

"Come on Mervin what happened?"

"Well okay, but you've got to promise that you'll not tell a soul about it."

"I promise Mervin," Andy's enthusiasm spilled over, as he desired to know what Mervin had done with Mary.

"Cross your heart and hope to die."

Andy crossed his heart, "Cross my heart and hope to die."

"Okay, I went to the shop just as it was about to close for half day. Mary was there and told me that she was stocktaking today. I asked her where Tom, her husband was, she said he had to go to a business meeting with the bank.

I helped her with some of the counting. We talked a lot and I told her that I like her a lot. She said she liked me. Mary wasn't frightened of my face as Mrs Stevens is. I told her I liked her more than a lot and she looked at me and smiled. I went to her and cuddled her, she felt nice and soft, warm even but most of all she smelt wonderful. As I cuddled her, I put my hand on her tit. It was soft and squashy but it was the very first tit I'd touched except for my mums and I got a hard on straight away.

Then Mary went crazy and started yelling at me to stop and go away. She hit me across the face and it hurt. She kept pushing me until she had me out of the shop and I never saw her again.

When mum found out, she went crazy too. Mum never let me out for over a month. She called me a pervert at first and when we finally sat and talked about it she realised that it was all a misunderstanding and that Mary was just being nice to me and nothing more."

Andy sat stunned. He didn't know what to say at first as he thought over what Mervin had attempted to do. Give full credit for trying to get into Mary's knickers but once again, like all teenagers they get it wrong. "Mervin you have nothing to worry about me telling anyone, your secret is safe with me."

"Thanks Mr Stevens."

"You're welcome," Andy replied still wanting to know more. His lust wanted to know all the gory details if there are any, "So you were all prepared to fuck Mary a Mervin?"

"Yeah I'd dreamt about it for months."

"Did you wank over her?" Andy asked as his mouth went dry.

"All the time," he replied.

"Do you wank thinking about Michelle?"

"Sure, I can't get her out of my mind, I even dream about her."

"What sort of dreams?" asked Andy his heart now thumping hard in his chest while his erection began to throb. He wanted to know - needed to know.

"Well," Mervin moved in his chair putting his arms on the table and leaning forward slightly, "Well I've dreamt that I was on my knees with my head up Mrs Steven's dress as she stands in the living room. I've pulled her knickers to one side and I'm licking her minge flaps. I taste her juice and I want more, she opens her legs a bit and bends her legs at the knee, thrusting her cunt into my face. I suck on her clit and she comes off crying out my name. As she orgasms I drink from her hairy hole lapping up her juice."

"Shit Mervin that's some dream!" exclaimed Andy eyes wide with lust.

"You're such a lucky man to have such a beautiful sexy wife Mr Stevens."

"Thanks Mervin, so you still want to slide your cock into my wife do you?"

"I'd do anything to lie between her open thighs."

"You and me both know it's not going to happen now don't we?" spoke Andy his voice full of salaciousness.

"Yes," Mervin said despondently. However, Mervin heard something in Andy's voice he hadn't heard before. The tone was different and he sensed Andy wasn't as dismissive as he was before about fucking his wife. There was a hint of something else, an expectation, a want, Mervin looked into Andy's eyes, and his teenage mind saw the lust in them and something else that he wasn't sure about, something he'd seen in Mary's eyes and he certainly wasn't going down that road again.

Shaking, Andy finished his coffee, "Never mind, Mervin we all have our dreams I have mine too," he said as he still pictured Mervin up under Michelle's dress, "Come on mate drink up you've got to go on home."

Mervin finished his beer, got up, and went to the back door. He turned to look at Andy, "You won't say anything will y' Mr Stevens?"

"As I said Mervin your secret is safe with me, I'll not say anything."

He smiled at me showing all his yellowing decayed teeth and with a slurp opened the back door, he half turned looking over his shoulder saying, "Maybe next time you can tell me your dream Mr Stevens?"

Andy smiled, "Yes maybe."

Mervin then went out closing the door behind him.

As soon as Michelle came home, he took her to bed and fucked her hard and fast with pictures of Mervin and her together. They didn't even have dinner that night as Andy wouldn't let Michelle out of bed.

During mid-October, the weather bought some serious storms that battered the country for several days. The hundred miles an hour winds brought down several trees in the local area. The Steven's garden wasn't exempt. A young tree had been up rooted and fallen over into their garden breaking the fence demolishing the smaller of the two garden sheds. On the Friday Andy had purchased a new fence panel and hired a chainsaw to cut up the young tree. In fact, Andy thought it was great as he had more logs he could burn in their open fire in the lounge. He thought it best to wait for the spring to replace the shed.

Mervin arrived the next day.

Both of them got on well with the work and just after lunch, Andy received a call to attend the care home where his mother lives. She had fallen ill and was asking for him.

"I'd better go sweetheart," he said sadly looking out of the kitchen window.

"Yes of course you must," Michelle replied concerned, "I hope everything is okay."

"I'll quickly go out and explain to Mervin what I want him to do and then shoot off."

"Okay," said Michelle meekly.

Andy went out into the garden, spoke with Mervin, and went.

Late in the afternoon Mervin entered the kitchen to find Michelle wasn't there. He walked to the kitchen door leading to the hallway and tentatively looked down towards the front door and saw that it was empty. Not knowing what to do Mervin turned worried and called out.

"Hello."

There was no answer but he could hear the TV was on in the lounge. He took a step forward and hesitated. Again, he wasn't sure if he should go any further. Taking a deep breath and sucking up through his exposed teeth, he walked down the hallway to the lounge door. It was open and he could see Michelle on the couch. She was lying on it with her feet up under her. Her arm resting on the arm of the couch with her head in her hand watching a TV programme.

Mervin cleared his throat, "Mrs Stevens?"

Michelle jumped up shocked. She managed to stifle a scream as she stood beside the couch looking at Mervin.

"Hello Mrs Stevens I was wondering . . ."

"Mervin," she gasped.

"Oh, sorry Mrs Stevens I've finished the work Mr Stevens had given me. I wasn't allowed to use the chain saw so I put it away in the big shed out of the way."

"Oh, okay," she said catching her breath, "That's good Mervin well done."

"Is it alright for me to have a drink please?" he asked.

Michelle looked at the man and gently sighed, "Yes of course you can." Quickly she moved passed Mervin and went to the kitchen. She could feel Mervin's eye on her as she walked down the hall. She couldn't see his reflection in the mirror this time, but she knew he was looking at her bum.

In the kitchen she half turned saying, "What would you like Mervin?"

"Um is it alright to have a cup of tea?"

"Okay," she replied and grabbed the kettle. Placed it under the tap and turned on the water.

Mervin stood by the kitchen table watching the mother of two move about preparing the drink. He watched the way she moved and how her pleated skirt sways with the movement of her hips. Then he saw the way her breasts giggled under her blouse. Mervin was awe struck and he felt his cock start to erect.

Michelle turned once she had everything ready and just waiting for the kettle to boil, "Oh, please sit Mervin, you don't have to stand." She smiled warmly and thought she would take this opportunity to see if she could get over her problem with his disfigurement.

Leaning back against the worktop Michelle again smiled warmly at the man with the teenage mind. He must be nearly as old as I am, she thought, but mentally he was a teenager. As he sat there looking away from her she looked at him with a seriousness she hadn't done before. His body was quite lean, skinny even, he was also tall maybe five nine, ten. He towers over her at five foot four inches. Michelle tried to look at his face but he was looking down, "So Mervin, do you like working here with Andy?" she asked trying to make him look at her. She needed to look at him properly for her to accept his disfigurement.

"Yes, very much Mrs Stevens," Mervin replied as he remained looking down.

"What is it you like about working here?"

"I just like it," he replied then said, "I like trains as well and I like Andy, he's my friend."

The kettle switched off and Michelle made the tea. She passed Mervin his cup and he looked up at her as he took it.

Michelle looked at him and smiled weakly but she held his look and tried to look beyond his defacement. Looking into his eyes, she saw the hurt and sadness and she suddenly felt awkward pretentiousness and then her own snobbishness. She turned away and leant back against the worktop. Picking up her cup of tea, she again faced Mervin. He had returned to looking at the table.

"You've done a good job out in the garden Mervin," she said hoping to coax him into talking to her.

"Thank you Mrs Stevens I have learnt a lot from Andy and he has looked after me. He has allowed me to help him with his train set," he said quietly still looking down at the table.

"You like Andy a lot don't you?" Michelle asked drinking her tea.

"He's my best friend."

"Am I your best friend as well?"

"Not sure," Mervin replied instinctively.

"I would also like to be your best friend Mervin."

"But you don't like me Mrs Stevens?" he retorted looking up.

"I do like you Mervin; it's just that I find it difficult to see beyond your injuries. I have tried hard to see you for what you are and slowly I think I am."

"I like you too Mrs Stevens, I think you're a lovely lady." Again, he looked up at her, looked into her eyes.

"Why thank you Mervin." Michelle replied somewhat shocked at his response. Equally, she was sincere in her reply.

Mervin drank some of his tea. His confidence seemed to rise, as he sat not eight feet from Michelle. He took a sideways glance and saw the rise of her breasts and he smiled to himself.

"You are a pretty lady Mrs Stevens," he said nonchalantly and smiled revealing his yellow teeth and the huge gap where his front teeth should have been.

Michelle was a little shocked and didn't quite know how to answer.

"Mrs Stevens you are actually quite sexy."

"Really, Mervin," Michelle replied and snapped back, "So you're some kind of expert on sexiness?"