I Woke Up An Ice Covered Volcano

Authors notes: None of the people in this little story are under 18. At the time of this story Alex is 201/2 years old.

"Get some spiced herring, Marlene."

A crushing silence descended over the table.

It was summer lunch at my parents' villa, and one of my mother's old friends had finally come to visit. Unfortunately, she had brought her husband with her. Marlene was a beautiful woman in her early 40s, with sparkling black hair and a shapely body that was unfortunately covered by too many clothes. Especially here in the summer heat.

My mother hadn't seen much of her in the last few years and now we knew why. Her new husband was 15 years older than her, but at the same time he was also an extraordinarily stupid, tyrannical pig. He had his own company and was apparently used to getting his way.

I remembered Marlene mostly for her sarcastic humor and eternal good mood. She was an outdoors person and was always tanned. now she was pale and wearing something that was more uniform than dress. she couldn't stand herring and her husband knew it, he just wanted to humiliate her in front of her friends. The silence was broken when I took the herring and carried it out. I just managed to see his hateful pig eyes about to order me back, but then he remembered he wasn't at work and found something else to harass her with instead.

As I stood out in the kitchen putting the herring in place, I heard her run past sobbing in the hallway and run into my parents' bathroom.

As I gently knocked, I heard a faint sob and a gasp from inside. I knew very well what she was thinking.

"It's just me, Alex."

The door was ajar, and I crept in cautiously.

Marlene sat on the toilet and sobbed. She was still incredibly beautiful, and it was not without some awe that I saw. that her one stocking clad leg was exposed. I had been fantasizing about this woman all through my puberty, so it was a little difficult to suddenly play mature and understanding.

"Why don't you just leave him?"

Not very maturely said, but suddenly I got the whole story about her crappy finances and the dream of painting. Suddenly he had been there as a way out, but the dream had been crushed along the way.

And now she was completely paralyzed by his oppressive being. I didn't really know what to say. The exposed thigh fascinated me. So white and clean, alluring like a secret entrance to the rest of her covered body.

Suddenly I sat down in front of her and touched the silky thigh. Her sobs stopped and she fixed her gaze on the infinite. I ran one hand up under her dress and followed the contours of her thigh until I bumped against the hem of her panty. A long sigh escaped her. It was clear that I had to do something. But how do you take on a fantasy?

I pulled her dress all the way up and gently spread her legs. Then I loosened the waist of her dress, and suddenly her full breasts were in front of me. I opened her bra and closed my mouth around the stiff nipples. her breathing quickened and hitched, but her whole body was tense like a bow. As I kissed her nipples, I let one hand slide down to the hem of her panty where I pried a finger inside. She was still sitting very stiff, but when I hit her clitoris with my fingers, she let out a long wheezing breath, as if she had just come up from a long underwater swim. suddenly she threw her arms around me.

"I want to live! I want to live!"

She pressed her breasts against my face and suddenly ripped off her panty. I was a little taken aback, but willingly dove between her legs. Her cunt was well trimmed and beautiful, and I parted the soft labia with my tongue, searching up towards the central sex. She moaned in hard thrusts and gripped around my neck as she alternately spread and gathered her legs hard around my head. Suddenly she jumped up and tore off her dress, so she was standing in front of me in her naughty underwear and reaching for me.

I stood up, but before I could open my pants, her firm fingers had already helped me. She sank to her knees in front of me and then my cock was in her mouth. I couldn't help but watch in amazement as my fantasy woman sucked me off.

It wasn't long now before she, with a desperate movement, tore down her panties and pushed me onto the edge of the bathtub. She turned around and brought my cock up into her from behind. I struggled to keep my balance and was shocked when Marlene sank all the way down on top of me and suddenly let out a piercing scream. It must have been heard all the way down the garden. She moaned that I should be gentle and careful because she hadn't had anything in half a year. She said this while jumping up and down on my cock - and was about to knock me into the bathtub. It was as if she got more and more life in her as we fucked.

I slowly got over the fright and pushed her down on the floor so that there was more room for me.

When we first got there, I took a firm grip on the hips and fucked through, while Marlene alternately held her breath and let out small screams. Her white buttocks slapped against my stomach, and I could see her breasts swaying back and forth. It was far too horny to last very long.

I could feel Marlene tightening around me, and instinctively thought of holding my hands to my ears, but on the other hand, I didn't want to let go of her soft hips either. I let out a roar that was drowned out by Marlene's screaming orgasm.

Afterwards we lay for a while on the hard floor in the bathroom, until suddenly there was a knock on the door. It was my mother.

"Marlene, are you okay?"

We quickly got dressed and went out. My Mother smiled kindly at Marlene and froze when she saw me.

I quickly followed Marlene down the stairs. I didn't feel like talking to my mother right now.

Down in the garden, her husband stood with a quivering lower lip and clenched hands, but before he could say anything, Marlene hit him squarely on the nose with a blow of her fist, so that he fell to the floor.

"I want a divorce!"

Later, when the guests had left, I had to have a serious conversation with my mother. On the way into the house, however, I got a pat on the shoulder and a big smile from my father.

"Well done, kid!"

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