Hazel - Butter my gutter.

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OTT (Over the top.) I just LOVE sluts calling their cuckolds!

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"Honey," Hazel said as she was calling her husband Peter on the phone, "I will ask our handyman to plow my garden tomorrow, on Tuesday."

While I was fingering Hazel's married slit on their marital bed, as a 19-year-old, she decided to plan our next fuck on Tuesday. Which is tomorrow. I thought it was a national holiday; I guess I was mistaken. Boy, was she wet. I could have skipped the fingering right away, but as a true gentleman, I first wanted to shove two fingers in her soppy twat to get her to a point that she was almost ready to come, keeping her on the edge just before penetrating her with my cock. Nothing is more erotic than when a slut comes on your cock with the initial insertion.

"What do you mean?" Hazel asked, spreading her legs more, giving me all the access I needed.

"My garden, your garden, our garden, it is all the same, Peter. Don't be such a little pesky baby."

"Of course, I know what needs to be done, Peter. I told you about those holes I want to have filled."

"You never saw any? Well, that explains why my handyman has to fill my holes, honey."

Peter, you still don't get it, do you? Like I said before, my garden, our garden, and your garden. It is a matter of speech. I address our problems as my problems, you know this."

"Yes, I know you might have to work on Tuesday, and I will be all alone with him. He is not going to **** me. Would you want him to **** me? That would be funny! Because I might **** him!"

"Of course he is good-looking, Peter; all those young studs are. Didn't you meet him at the party?"

"Ah, I forgot, you passed out. Well, he doesn't, I can tell you. If anyone passes out, of the two of us, it would be me. The other day I could barely keep up with him as he was fucking my tight cunt."

"What? No, again, Peter, you are really going deaf. This is so annoying! I said chucking. We were chucking a taut cord. Yes, for his lathe so he can properly drill here."

"Apology accepted," Hazel replied. "But in the future, just don't ask."

Hazel then added, "If he is doing my garden on Tuesday, and I tell you on the phone something like, for example, "Sitting on a big cock. "Then you will know that your ears should have heard that we have a problem with a big rock, and we are sitting on it, like dealing with it, trying to solve the issue. I don't want any stupid questions anymore from your side. Just swallow what you heard, and trust me, just as he thrusts me."

"Thank you, Peter. It is nice of you to understand that you are always the problem."

"No, he is busy with his big hands. Or should I say big fingers? They are so big; in most of the cases he only needs two fingers to get me going. Now I notice you cannot give him any delicate tasks because his hands are very rough from all the basketball. But once he grabs me hard by the waist, he won't let me go until he is finished."

"Shall I repeat myself? Again?"

"I said, 'Once he grabs the hard waste. No, he does not want me to carry the heavy garbage bags, so he won't let me go do this. And he won't let me do anything else until he is done. I just have to lie there and undergo his efforts."

"Yes, that's what I said, Peter."

"OK, apology accepted again."

"Yes, that's true. At what time do you leave the house?"

"OK. Yes, good idea. I might give him something for breakfast first to give him more energy."

"Oh, I don't know, Peter. Why go into details? I might give him a juice from my box; I really don't know, Peter."

"Oh Peter, can you just wait one second, please? I need to open up for him and let him inside."

"Mmmhhh?"

"Ooooh, yessss. I need. To check if... Ooooh... He does things rrrright... Oh." Hazel half-moaned as she looked over her shoulder, watching my big cock disappear inside her married cunt.

"Yes, you are right; he has a tendency of bashing a little, Peter. He sometimes just charges in like a bull. He is very young and sometimes a bit rough; I need to guide him here when you are not around."

"Oh Peter, I checked myself, he really knows what he... OH!... is doing to your wife."

"Verrry ooooh...Good, Peter! Now you understand. Mmmmhhhh..."

"Yesss. You just let me do him. Ohhhh."

"Oh Peter?"

"Yes, I wanted tooooo... Oh... Tell you something, honeyyyy." But she couldn't stop moaning.

"Well, my doctor said that it isssss... oh, it is better for me to be off the pill."

"Yes, I know, mmmhhh."

"Yes, that's why. Oh. Oh! Since we don't have sex... mmmhhh… anymore, I stopped taking it like half... aaaah... year ago."

"Well, yes, it's a bit irregular, right... oh... oh... nooooow, I sometimes really don't know if I am ovulating or not. Like right now, between today and Tuesday, I might be fertile. That's why I am so hyperactive; I somehow need to be worked on. And that's why I want our handyman to reorganize my interiors."

"Ohh... OK, Peter, I have to cum soon; I've got to hang up... Ohhhh."

"What?"

"Peter, please come or go; it is all the same to me. Bye." Hazel finished the call harshly and abruptly.

"OH, FUCK ME!" Hazel screamed at me, pushing her cunt against me, trying to get me as deep as possible.

I did the opposite, teasing her, pulling almost completely out.

"Oooohhh." She moaned about her loss, feeling empty. "Oh, please fill me, oooohhh, pleeeease." Get that baby butter in me, honey.

I again shoved my cock deep inside her cheating cunt, ramming it now time after time as deep as possible, giving her this hard and fast pace. She willingly assisted me, by banging her ass against me, in perfect sync. I was getting so close now; the call with her husband got me rock hard, and my balls were aching to fill that cheating tunnel. What if she was really unprotected?

"Two more shoves, babe," I said. "Get ready for my cum."

"Two."

"One."

And off my seed went, blasting through my cock, my balls injecting load after load deep inside her womb. I groaned like a madman, but I wasn't the only one. Hazel, feeling my hot jizz getting pumped inside her, grunted like a true whore as her cunt walls were contracting on my cum-pouring rod.

"AAAARGGHHH!" My married whore cried, having her twat spasm on me several times, knowing she was being bred by a stranger. There was no way back now, and the thought of her carnal adultery made her cunt milk my cock even more. Her womb sucked all my seed in; not a single drop was lost.

As my cum stopped flowing and was safely stored inside her, Hazel turned around and my cock slipped out. She quickly lay on her back, raising her knees, feet flat on the mattress, to prevent any cum leaking out. She pulled a pillow towards her and placed it under her ass to assist the illegitimate breeding. Her face was all sweaty from the bashing she just received, but at the same time she had this natural glow over her, of a woman who has fulfilled her deepest desire. Placing one hand on her flat stomach, feeling the warmth, she was already looking forward to the swelling. Her tits would grow too.

"Oooh, so beautiful," Hazel whispered to no one in particular. Feeling this magic moment inside her made her warm all over. She knew my strong swimmers were on their way to her fertile egg, and maybe, if she were not fertile today but perhaps tomorrow, my seed would survive at least four days inside her womb, giving her a precious bastard baby. She hoped it would be a baby with blond hair, just like me, instead of having brown hair like her husband.

When would her breasts start leaking? she wondered. Was it when the breastfeeding started? Those hypersensitive nipples being sucked and chewed on every day, several times a day. She read that it was easy to have orgasms from the milking. At least half of the moms found it very erotic, and if needed, with two quick fingers, the orgasm would be imminent, straight from the suckling on the hard, leaking nipples all the way to her stretched cunt. She would probably need a much bigger cock after giving birth, even if she had to wait two months and use lube in the beginning.

Suddenly, a worrying thought popped up. What if, somehow, she were not knocked up today? What if, somehow, she needed another warm load of seed inside her womb? Then her brain reassured her that the next fuck session was already scheduled for tomorrow, and her breeding would be just fine.

And she still had to show me the pool today, didn't she...

To be continued.

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Spoiler

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I only saw Hazel once after that famous off-campus party where Ute wanted to sit on my lap, and, yes, we had a great fuck the next Monday. But the truth is, I couldn't skip classes or basketball during the day when her husband was gone. She tried to organize another party so she could have my cock inside her while her husband would be drinking, but the party was cancelled at the last moment. That was the last time I spoke to Hazel.

So, this chapter is fictional, same as the upcoming chapters called "tool my pool," "harden my garden," and "bitching my kitchen," but hey, I am allowed to have some fantasies as well. :-)

BTW, when readers think I didn't fuck all those babes, well, my memories start at a very young age (Élodie), who took my virginity, and go until today, with Darija. Which is a timespan of roughly 30 years.

But I also wanted to add that you have to be lucky, having the right location, the right age, and the right experience, such as in Playa del Carmen. On Cozumel, for example, I only fucked like three babes in six months. In Playa I could have had tourist pussy every night...