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Wrong House, Right Bed

It started out as a bad, but rather classic joke. I bought a house in one of those beige California subdivisions, that looks kind of like a bleached out game board, house after matching house of split-level, two car garage in front, slate roof duplicates. I'd bought it to try and bolster a marriage that collapsed anyway, and I got stuck with the damned house. I remember at the house warming party I said "one of these days, I'm gonna come home to the wrong house." Everybody laughed except my then wife, who insisted on believing I was dipping my wick everywhere it would fit. I was relentlessly faithful just to prove...something. If I had it to do all...oh, fuck it. Water under the bridge. 

Well, I'd had a week at work that I'd only dreamed about. The CEO popped for the beer. That was the best. He popped for beer and actual food you'd eat, carried it in himself, plopped his ass down and tossed a silk suit jacket aside, yanked on his tie and grinned at me. "Shit," he said. "You're getting one hell of a bonus, and I made those cheap bastards toss in an expenses paid trip to Bermuda." Guy to guy grin. "Our stockholders are going to cream." We had one of those male-bonding things you read about, and I was higher than a kite when I got home. Not drunk exactly, just relaxed and feeling like King of the World. 

The lock argued with the key, but while I was screwing with it, I discovered the door wasn't locked in the first place. I stumbled in, whistling. I looked left, and there was no little light for the burglar alarm. Shit, I thought. Didn't do a fucking thing right. I locked the door and kind of drifted off to the bedroom, bouncing off the furniture. I fumbled around for the light switch, swearing, finally found it...and was struck with several important facts at once. 

My bedroom isn't blue. It isn't decorated in matching everything. I don't have a king sized four poster bed. And I am not now, nor have I ever been, the possessor of ANYTHING like the creature sitting bolt upright in the center of the bed. Pale blonde hair, but long, thick hair that was a mass of curls. Enormous blue eyes. Wide with fright, but clear, innocent eyes. Little nose. Pink cheeks. Firm chin. Full lips. She was naked, clutching the blankets and sheets to her in an almost successful attempt to cover herself. One breast was covered. The other, a perfect, high, round, pure white globe with pale pink nipple, was not. I licked my lips as I looked at it. She trembled. I saw her eyes flick down, and she gasped softly at the bulge in my pants. 

Well, I thought. This is interesting. I was swift enough to realize I was in the wrong house. I glanced left, and saw the wedding pictures on the dresser. Dana and Zach. My neighbors. I was in my neighbor's house. Next to the bride in one of the pictures was my luscious blonde. One of the bridesmaids. Also on the dresser was a frame containing me, Zach and a large dead fish. Luscious was no dummy, bless her. She followed my gaze, saw the photos, and the blue eyes lit up and her breathing returned to normal. She'd figured out who I was. I opened my mouth, grateful we were both on the same page, when Luscious switched books on me. 

She rose to her knees in the middle of the bed, the sheet held up to cover only half of her. I looked at the small waist, the hint of a gently rounded tummy, the curve of her hips. I had to put a hand on the door jam to steady myself as I realized her blonde hair was natural. I'd never seen a bush that color. Creamy pale gold, and left the way it should be. Firm thighs. So pure. Ivory. The exposed nipple was jutting at me, a hard wrinkled nub. She licked her lips, and let her eyes float closed then open again. "Please," she said in a throaty voice. "I'll do what ever you want. Anything. You don't have to hurt me." 

I had a white knuckle grip on the door jam and I really thought my cock would explode. Luscious was just fucking handing me the fantasy of a lifetime. I breathed deeply and tried to convince myself that I didn't want to be fucking power mad cocksman who would just TAKE this helpless creature. I tried very hard to tell myself that. I knew I was full of shit. I glared at her, letting every bit of sexual frustration, every bit of lust, every bit of every dominant fantasy just flood me. She looked appropriately helpless. I started shedding clothes. The helpless innocence flickered on and off in her eyes as she admired my body. I climbed on the bed, grabbed a fistful of that silken hair and hauled her mouth to mine. I kissed her roughly, my tongue demanding, forcing its way into her mouth. She made helpless whimpering noises and struggled just enough. I slid my hands to her wrists and pinned them behind her back. "You know what I'm going to do to you?" I growled. She showed me the big innocent eyes, and whispered "no." I grinned at her. "Anything I fucking want to. Anything at all." 

She let out a breathy whimper, and pressed twin hard nipples against my chest. I put a knee between her legs, forced her thighs apart and felt the incredible wet heat pressed against me. She was so damned wet. I could feel her puffy lips opened by the hard clit that thrust through like a tiny cock. I bent my mouth to her neck rapidly and gently bit her, more to hide my grin than anything else. Son of a fucking bitch, Luscious had a pussy worth dying for. A full, pale blonde curly bush, tremendous heat, pouring hot nectar, and a huge engorged clit. And it was all mine, for anything I wanted to do. 

I had her on her back with her wrists tied to the posts so fast she was genuinely startled. The sweet, musky, intoxicating smell drifted from her and nearly drove me insane. I got between her legs, gripped a hand around each slender ankle and forced her legs up, opening her. For a few seconds all I could do was look at her. I dropped my voice into a growl. "What a cunt," I said. "What an incredible cunt. Mine for the taking." She did some kind of movement that had that all that sweetness humping up just as my mouth was coming down. 

I kept a good grip on her ankles as my face buried in her hot, wet pussy. Her back arched immediately and she let out a howl. I tongued her cunt, then sucked each pussy lip into my mouth, one at a time, gently nibbling and nipping at her. Finally I flicked my tongue across her engorged clit. She let out a long, shuddering collection of sounds. I fastened my mouth on that beautiful clit and SUCKED. She threw herself into an extended monologue. "No! You can't! You can't do that! No one's ever done that before!" etc., etc. I went wild and sucked her hard and fast. She came BIG, convulsing and howling. I kept up the mouthwork on that big clit, and she got off a second time. My face was coated with her hot cum. The third time she exploded her monologue started to sound a little sincere, and a lot desperate. I backed off her clit and knelt between her legs stroking my cock. 

I let her calm down as I slid my fingers up and down my swollen shaft, my precum dipping onto her beautiful bush. When her eyes stopped spinning around in her head, she focused on me, then stared at my cock with a perfectly done "I've never seen one that HUGE!" look. My happy cock bought it, and started to turn purple, the precum just oozing. I started on a monologue of my own, enjoying torturing myself with the wait. 

"You're all mine, beauty. All mine. That incredible cunt is mine, and I'm going to take it and take it and take it, slamming my rod into you DEEP. I'm going to FUCK you so hard. So fast. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before and FILL you with CUM!!!" 

The lovely, innocent face went wide-eyed with a virgin's horror. The most beautiful cunt in the world got hot and dripping, the huge clit coming to attention. I could smell her sweet, musky arousal. I rubbed the head of my cock against her swollen lips, feeling her heat. She squirmed and wiggled, her huge tits jiggling, and I just fucking lost it. I slammed my cock into her TIGHT cunt and fucked. Fucked hard. I rode her harder and faster than I've ever done in my life, and each stroke was ecstasy. Even tied, Luscious knew how to move. She fucked like she held the patent. I drove my cock into her as deeply as I could, and that hot, tight hole clamped down on it like a fist. We came together in a screaming, sweaty explosion. I couldn't believe it, but I stayed hard and kept fucking like some kind of demented animal. Luscious let loose a string of obscenities that made me proud, then spasmed herself into an orgasm so huge it rattled MY teeth. By the time I dumped my third load of cum into her perfect cunt, and she'd had countless orgasms, there was nothing left for us to do but pass out cold. So we did, me on top of her, my cock still in her. 

Luscious turned out to be named Amy, a sweet demure name for a sweet, demure appearing woman. I took Amy to Bermuda, and fucked her in ways I'd never even heard of. In the hotel, in the hotel hallway, in the elevator, in the lobby at 3:00 AM behind the potted palm, in the parking garage, on the beach a hundred different ways, in two taxis...and on and on and on. When we got back, she redecorated the damned house the way I had wanted it but never got around to. I'm trying to work up the nerve to fuck her on the roof. 

(c) Morgan Grayson 1997 
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