Cool twist
"In a past life, I must have been Don Juan," thought Evgeny Alexandrovich, looking at the plump rear of the hostess protruding before him.
In this life, he was a professor, a Candidate of Technical Sciences with many published scientific papers, firmly settled on a solid financial sandbank, and also a chronic impotent, living with a beautiful wife who openly cheated on him with his students.
Yielding to a sudden impulse, he mindlessly stepped toward her and, growing cold from his own boldness, ran his palm under the short hem, expecting to encounter the tightly stretched fabric of panties. His hand slid over living, hairy flesh, the unprotected female crotch.
Expecting "thunder and lightning" of indignation from her in response, he even closed his eyes, yet not removing his hand from the exciting place. But nothing followed.— Don't fool around, professor, if you're not serious, — the woman quietly asked. — Don't tease me, or it'll be bad for you.
— What will be? — inquired Evgeny Alexandrovich, passionately kneading her moistening, swelling folds.
— I'll make you love me for a very long time, until you completely satisfy me.
— Is that all? — Surprised at his own recklessness, with drunken mischief, he provocatively inquired.
— Well, professor, that's it, you've gone too far.
Straightening up before him, the woman grabbed Evgeny Alexandrovich and gave him such a scorchingly strong kiss that sparks flew before his eyes and his head rang.
He came to an hour later, wet and weak like an infant, and just as blissfully happy. Next to him, like a white mountain of flesh, blissfully sprawled, lay Varvara, squeezing his firmly erect member with her fingers.
— What have you done to me, witch, — he quietly asked, insatiably stroking her swollen, parted labia. — But I'm impotent. I... lack an erection.
She laughed with an arousing hoarseness that stirred all his blood, and several times, as if masturbating, slowly moved her hand along his member.
— Send your wife away, or...
— What, "or"?
— Stay with me. I'll love you so sweetly! I promise you'll always be hard.
— H—how, will you? — Evgeny Alexandrovich inquired in a breaking whisper, greedily kneading her crotch.
— Like this, — Varvara whispered hotly, leaning over him, and again plunging him into the sparkling whirlpool of unimaginable pleasure.
She never repeated this offer to him again, but he stayed with her for one day, a second, a third,... vainly trying to sate himself with her large, generously giving body of caresses and tenderness, but he did not become satiated, only further inflaming his thirst. He had never experienced such a feeling of complete sexual harmony with his wife, who remained somewhere in the city, and who, he was absolutely convinced, was now lying in bed with his next amorous student. But he felt no jealousy, nor any desire to return to her.
April 21, 2003
Author's e-mail: Sеvеrin809@rаmblеr.ru