My lover walks thru walls.
One I wrote on a whimsy slightly inspired by the big tits of Jennifer Love Hewitt.
He was 28 when he died. I was sitting at home waiting for him to come through that door, pick me up in his arms and swirl me around the living room until my heart was racing and my skirt was swirling around my hips. He would laugh and tell me I was naughty for forgetting to put my knickers on when I got dressed from my shower after work. I would giggle naughtily and tell him that I hadn't been wearing any all day.
Growling he would push me up against the big heavy lounge chair and tell me to bend over. I would pretend to not want to but his big hands and body would turn me around I would have my head almost in the cushions as he held my skirt up over my back and stared at my delicate little bum in all her bare glory. Then he would drop to his knees behind me and I would squeal as I felt his hot breath and then his lips on my arse cheeks. Groaning as his tongue lathered my soft skin and his hands would pull my cheeks apart to let him see my freshly washed and well prepared arsehole. His tongue would dip into the strawberry flavoured gel we used and he loved. My mind would go blank as he tongue fucked my arsehole as he snaked two or three of his long fingers up my saturated cunt.
"Hurry up, lover, my husband is due home soon. You better fuck me or get out of here before he comes and catches you," I would call out from my position bent over the chair.
His cock would ram into my cunt and I would squeal in bliss as nine inches of cock was buried up my wet twat. Bam! Bam! Bam! His cock slamming me would make me howl. His fourth stroke would find my arsehole and his cry of bliss as his big dick slid deliciously slowly but firmly up my back door would have us both hissing in pleasure. I would cum as I felt his hot groin hit my arse cheeks and know that he was spreading me wide to ensure he could get every millimetre of his fat hard prick up me.
Holding me tight he would tell me I was a whore for his big dick and I would cry out and tell him that I was. He would fuck me fast and hard for a few more strokes and tell me to open my mouth and get ready for my husband to come in and find his wife ready to suck his cock while her lover drilled her arse. His fingers would find my open drooling mouth and he would tell me I was a good slut as I sucked his cunt juice covered digits as if I was sucking his big prick.
Fingers and cock would move together and I could well imagine him being at both ends and riding me to heaven. I would bite his fingers to let him know I wanted it harder and his hips would slam into my arse making loud smacking sounds until finally he would pull his fingers from my sucking mouth and hold my hips hard. "Take my dirty cum, you nasty filthy fucking slut!" he would roar.
My cunt would cramp as she came hard around a cock that wasn't there as his cock juice filled my bowels with a heat I just couldn't describe. Its warmth spread through my body and blanked my mind. I was now just a slut with a big cock up her arse and he could do whatever he wanted to me.
Most times he leant down and kissed my arse cheeks as his soft cock slid slowly out of me. Sometimes he was playful and told me to squeal like a little piggy as he rode my arse all the way to the downstairs bathroom. Sometimes he would fuck me harder when we stood at the entrance to the big shower area and pull at my tits that he would expose as he made me pull my dress off over my head as he kept his cock deep in my arse. "Piss, you filthy pig slut!" he would yell as he lifted me off my feet and had me almost sitting on his cock with my legs spread wide in his powerful arms. I would squeal and snort as he bounced me on his dick and my cunt would give up the fight. My piss would spray across the floor and he would laugh. When I finished he would lift me off his dick and tell me to sit on my slutty arse while he jerked his cock and blew his load over my face and into my slut's mouth. I would stare up at him with all the love I could muster and he would tell me that he loved me too.
But not today. Today I sat in that lounge chair and bawled my eyes out. A policeman and woman had come and seen me about half an hour ago. My beautiful powerful man was not coming home, never coming home again. His lifeless body lying on a cold table in the morgue. A truck, out of control and on the wrong side of the highway. A woman in a car screaming as it headed straight at her and then... a miracle. My husband's truck intercepting the runaway vehicle and meeting it head on. Turning it away from the woman and forcing it over the bridge and into the river. My husband's vehicle locked into a deadly embrace with it as they tumbled twenty metres to the cold water. Both drivers dead though it seemed that the other driver was already dead before the collision.
My man had been gone for almost 12 hours before they came and told me.
"What are you crying for?" the concerned voice asked me as he came and knelt at the side of my knees and grasped my hands. My heart almost stopped. How could he be here? Why were his hands so cold?
"They told me you were dead, honey! Killed saving a woman from a runaway truck!" I sobbed as I pulled my hands from his and wrapped them around him and tried to pull him into my arms. He was so cold!
"Oh, that," he said softly. "Yeah, I guess I am then."
I stared into his eyes. The big deep brown orbs stared back at me and there was a brightness there that belied that he was lifeless. He grinned and his arms swept me up off the chair and swung me around. My skirt flew off and across the room! I had forgotten to do up the button when I came out of the shower and sitting in the lounge made the zip open and it was loose. Of course my bald cunt was not covered by any knickers as I was expecting him to fuck me like the slut I am when he came home on Thursday and had the day off on Friday.
He chuckled as he told me that I was a piggy slut and I laughed with him as he set me down on my feet and his lips met mine. He was cold but I didn't care. He was here and he was with me!
"Bend over, you slutty little pig!" he commanded. I was over that chair in a heartbeat. My legs spread as I leaned my head against the back of the chair this time and placed my hands on the big padded arms. This was his other favourite way to have me. My cunt quivered in anticipation as my heart began to race.
"How many bastards have been to fuck this cunt this week?" he growled from behind me as I heard his trousers hit the floor along with his belt. His underwear would be next along with his shirt. I was not allowed to turn my head to look at his chiselled body else my arse would feel the sting of his belt. I liked it but today I wanted to feel only him.
"Four big cocks have fucked my slutty cunt this week," I told him. It was true. He had fucked me four times this week and my cunt was begging for him again.
His open palm slapped up into my cunt with a stinging smack. I groaned and jumped a little at the cold feel of his hand. Again, again and again his hand smacked me. Not hard and stinging but firm and almost caressing as his fingers plucked at my fat pussy lips as my cunt juice began to trickle rapidly out of my almost gaping hole.
