The Horn - The Continuation

We didn't want to get out of the bath, but the water had gone cold and we were wrinkled. We've been in the bathtub embracing for over two hours. "I have an idea…" she said and stood up, letting cold droplets of water fall from her body onto me. She took my husband's shaving foam and a razor and sat back down in the bathtub on her knees. I playfully opened my legs, understanding her intentions. She spread the foam on my pussy, caressing it gently. "If my husband doesn't kill me, I promise you I will never let you go," I said, bringing her hand, full of foam, to my chest, squeezing it tightly in my hands. She laughed and began to shave me carefully, rubbing my clit with her other hand. My arousal was indescribable. "If you don't stop soon, I'll come again…" I said as I thrashed like a fish in the bathtub. She took some water and rinsed me, revealing my bald little slit. I ran my hand over it; it was so smooth. A new sensation, terribly erotic. I felt completely naked. "My turn now, I think…" I said and pushed her back forcefully. She was laughing loudly and couldn't hold back. "If you don't calm down and shut your mouth, I'll shut it for you by force!" I said, filling her blonde hair with foam, and her breasts too. She took the foam from her breasts and spread it over them down to her belly. "Come on then, what are you waiting for?" she said and leaned forward a little, taking one of my nipples into her mouth. "Don't leave the other one complaining," I said, pressing her head against my breasts. She let go of my hard nipple and took the other one near her, biting it lightly. "Will I have to wait much longer?" she asked. I pulled back and began to shave her golden little triangle. I rinsed it with water, just as she had done, and caressed it passionately. A small nick appeared near her swollen clit. A drop of blood just barely showed. "See what you did? You hurt me!" she said with pretend anger. "I'll kiss it to make it better," I said affectionately and bent down and kissed it. She pressed my head against her shaved pussy. I ran my tongue over it. The sensation was incredible. I licked and sucked her rosy slit, which pulsed frantically in my mouth. She moaned with pleasure and drove me wild. When she came, I climbed on top of her, standing up, and closed her head between my legs. She sucked me, aroused, grabbing me tightly by the buttocks. I finished, holding her head in my hands and not letting go. I fell back into the bathtub and into her embrace. "We have to get out of here before we catch pneumonia," she said, laughing.

We couldn't get enough of each other, like little children who won't let go of their mother's embrace. She dried me reverently and we headed to the kitchen naked to make breakfast. "I'm starving," she said, opening the fridge to take out the eggs and sausages. She put the pan on the fire while I set the table. I put a short white cotton apron over her naked body and tied it behind her, over her bare ass. The apron was very small and squeezed her breasts, leaving her pussy naked to my perverted eyes. I turned and bent over a little to put plates on the table when I felt something greasy and cold on my labia. I didn't move at all, waiting anxiously for the unknown object to enter me. She pushed it gently and it went in at least ten inches. I shivered from the sensation and before I fell onto the table, I spread my legs wide and looked between them. She had shoved a sausage into my pussy and was playing it in and out like a man's organ. She took another one, put it in her mouth too, and then shoved it inside me. "Would you like to have two such cocks in your hot pussy?" she asked me as she moved them in and out with difficulty. "Yes, I like it, don't stop… Fuck me, baby," I answered, pulling her on top of me by her hair. I came on the table, exhausted, with my legs wide open and my breasts on the plates and cutlery, smeared with the butter I had served earlier on the table, all over my body. I managed to sit on the chair and let her serve, keeping my eyes on her ample breasts that hung shamelessly from the edges of the apron as if she were a stripper. We fed each other the sausages that until recently I had in my womb, definitely the most delicious we had ever eaten. "I want to take you again, but I have no strength left," I said, worn out. "I have to go, my love. Andreas is waiting for me at the shop," she said sadly. "When will I see you again?" I asked desperately. I was on the verge of tears. She understood and came and sat on my lap. She hugged me, kissed me on the mouth and on my wet eyes. "You'll have me constantly. I'll see you tonight. We are not going to part ever again," she said, kissing me on the neck and ears. "Mmm, don't go, please," I said, sighing with desire.

We kissed in front of the door for quite a while. I was completely naked and had slipped my hands under her blouse, fondling her large breasts, while she had shoved two fingers into my pussy. I wouldn't let her leave. I was afraid I would lose her. She left me abruptly, opened the door and ran towards the stairs. Unconsciously, I stepped out into the hallway naked and barefoot after her. She turned and looked at me, tearful. I was crying too. I watched her as she quickly descended the stairs until she disappeared from my sight. I turned and slammed the door shut before anyone saw me. I fell against the door crying. I was in love. A woman had conquered me, had made me her possession. I couldn't bear the emotion that overwhelmed my mind and heart. I thought of Christos… I felt love for him, but it was clashing with the love I felt for Soula. I stayed for hours naked at my front door, crying like a little girl. When I found the courage to calm down from crying, I got up and dressed to pick up my little one from school. "We're going to the village, to your grandmother today, my boy," I told him. "Mommy isn't feeling well and you'll stay there for a few days." Luckily, he reacted well. What child would say no. My parents adored him and never denied him anything. I left him hastily with my mother, who had pestered me with questions about my health… "I'm just a bit psychologically tired and I don't want the child to see me and get sad. If you need anything, call me on the number I left you. It's a mobile," I answered for the last time and got back into the taxi. "Back to Athens, ma'am?" the taxi driver asked. "Yes, back please," I said and bent down so he wouldn't see I was crying. I opened the outer door of the apartment building and was about to go inside when my eye caught someone smoking in the dark, leaning against an expensive black car. In the dark he seemed familiar, but I thought it was just my imagination. I hurried in and shut the outer door tightly. Who knows what he was doing there at that hour. It was past two in the morning and the cold was biting for someone waiting for a girl in the middle of the night. When I opened the elevator door on my floor, I was stunned. Soula was sitting on the threshold of my door crying with sobs. We fell into each other's arms and kissed without any sense of space or time.

"I was scared, I couldn't find you and I went crazy. I was afraid you might do something stupid..." she said, unable to catch her breath. "I love you," she added. "I love you too," I answered, crying. "I left the little one with my mother for a few days, to recover." "Come on, Andreas is waiting downstairs. The poor thing must be frozen. We've been here for hours," she said, pulling me by the hand. "No, it's not possible. I can't. I'm not ready for Andreas. I don't know if I'll ever be ready. I won't come..." I answered, annoyed. "Please, I can't leave you, but I can't leave my husband alone again either. He's understanding, you'll see. He won't touch you. It'll be just the two of us, please..." she said, breaking into sobs again. I gave in and followed her, although I felt uncomfortable. I wanted her so much, I wondered how far I could go.

Holding me tightly by the hand, we approached Andreas. "My love, this is Katerina. She'll sleep with us tonight, because she's in a bad way. We'll take the bedroom and you'll go to the guest room... Do you mind? Just for tonight, please..." she said, holding me tightly against her. "Hello Katerina. You're a doll up close. The photos you sent didn't do you justice," he said, looking me in the eyes with a smile and continued to Soula: "I'm not some wild beast, my love, besides, have I ever refused you anything?" She kissed him on the mouth while holding my hand and we got into the back seat. The whole time Soula was driving she just held my hand. No other movement. He seemed comfortable with what was happening, although for them it was something unprecedented, but I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me.

Like a whore being taken for her first visit, with my head bowed, I proceeded into their house. It was huge, with very expensive furniture and a wonderful garden. Wealth wasn't hidden in anything inside that house. It resembled a palace more than a house. They led me to their living room and I sat on a black leather sofa, next to the fireplace. "I'll go get something to drink, are you hungry, love... Katerina? Shall I get you something?" she said, blushing from the foolish thing she'd said. "Yes, if it's easy..." I said, my head still lowered. "My love, will you light the fireplace, please? I'm frozen..." she said to Andreas and left for the kitchen. He got up immediately and went to light the fire. I watched him as he tended to the fire. He was handsome. He suited her, indeed. Without extra pounds, with a well-built body... If anyone's photos didn't do them justice, it was Andreas!

He sat opposite me as soon as the fire in the fireplace was properly lit. Could I possibly make love to this man? Probably not. It seemed impossible to me. Maybe I couldn't sleep with a man again. Not even with my own husband. As if he had read my thoughts he asked me: "Do you love your husband, Katerina?" "Yes, I think so..." I said, trying to convince myself too. "I adore Soula... I can't do anything to change her mind, she seems in love with you... ever since you got in touch she talks about you constantly. But if you take her away from me I'll kill myself..." he continued, holding his head in his hands. He had tears in his eyes. He loved her pathologically. But what was I doing there? I didn't fit in the picture...

"Maybe it would be better if I went home... If you could call a taxi..." I said, bursting into tears. He got up abruptly and restrained me as I headed for the outer door. He held my hands tightly and said to me: "Sorry, it was my mistake. I was rude. It's not your fault. If Soula leaves me it will be because I am to blame and not you. If it weren't you, maybe it would be some other woman in your place. I chose you, because I believed you might go back to your husband and be disappointed. If I lose her, I'll have nothing to keep me alive..." He was interrupted by Soula who came in holding a tray with glasses and snacks. "Did I miss something?" she said impatiently. We both sat down, pretending to be indifferent in our seats. "No, well, Katerina and I were talking. I'm a bit tired, I'm going to sleep," he said and got up. They kissed passionately, as if seeing each other again after years, and then he left her and went up the stairs leading to the bedrooms. We were sitting in the dark, embracing Soula, in front of the fireplace absorbed in the sight of the burning logs, when her hand slipped inside my pants. She touched my shaved pussy and made me shiver. I wanted her. I wanted to take her in my mouth in front of the fireplace and make her mine. We threw our clothes off frantically and rolled naked on the carpet. I leaned my back against the wall, opening my legs as wide as possible and let her sink into my cunt, holding her by the hair. We were both moaning heavily. I came, groaning loudly, with her hand almost all inside my pussy and she had gotten up and was sucking my nipples when I discerned a shadow in the background.

At the sound of Andreas's footsteps as he was leaving, she jumped up and ran to catch up with him. Most likely he had been watching us the whole time, from the other end of the living room, without us noticing. I felt like a slut, who had come between the couple and stolen not the husband, but the wife. Andreas was still crying when Soula, pulling him by the hand, brought him close to me. I had hidden my nakedness as much as I could with my hands, without managing very well, in my confusion. "My sweet love, I'm never going to leave you. You just have to share me with Katerina in love. Will you learn to share me?" she asked him in front of me. Andreas looked me straight in the eye and then turned to Soula, held her by her naked waist with both hands and said: "I want you, baby, I want you madly. I would share you even with another man, as long as you never leave me. I can't stand seeing you in her arms, while I sit alone in a corner...". "Come on, you can have me too. I love you both.

I want you both... together, as long as you promise me you won't touch Katerina, or insult her..." she said and left me with my mouth open. Andreas was wearing only pajama pants and his arousal became immediately apparent through Soula's words. She pulled them down completely, and as he stood, she cupped his erect organ with both hands. I had never seen such a large penis up close before. She took it into her mouth and sucked on it insatiably. He closed his eyes and surrendered to her hands, moaning. All this time, I stared bewildered at the young couple and thought about how to leave. But the sight had aroused me. I tried to get up, but at that moment Soula turned backwards and lay down on the rug, literally pulling Andreas by his cock with her hand. She lay at my feet and forcefully pulled me close to her as well. She let go of him and took me in her embrace. She kissed me frenziedly. She climbed on top of me and pressed her breasts against me. I still had my hands over my private parts and was having trouble breathing. She took my hands and wrapped them around her. She trembled with lust and bit my lips. I surrendered to her kisses and grabbed her ass cheeks. We rubbed against each other, forgetting Andreas again. "Come on, my baby, take me..." she said to Andreas, turning her head towards him only for a moment. She spread her legs and climbed on top of my head. She got on all fours, letting her large breasts hang freely, and brought her wet pussy to my lips. I was licking her clitoris when I felt Andreas's presence very close to me. I saw his enormous cock threateningly approaching my mouth. I was about to speak, but I saw Soula's hand grab it and guide it into her. She let out a muffled sound that resembled more the heat call of a wild animal as she took it all inside her. I continued to lick her clitoris and received slaps from his thick balls against my chin, while she convulsed with pleasure. She was saying incomprehensible things, I couldn't understand her. His first spurts flooded his balls as he thrust powerfully in and out of her and he pulled back to finish as well. He came on her ass cheeks and his cum dripped from her spread legs onto my lips. "She's gotten you all wet, my baby," she said and began to clean her man's cum from my face with her tongue. As soon as she finished, she climbed off me and, spreading my legs, dove frenziedly into my shaved pussy, bringing her own once again onto my tongue. I felt more comfortable, intoxicated by the eroticism of the couple, and forgot my nakedness. Besides, they had no hesitation doing it in front of me, so why should I? I frenziedly licked Soula's wet pussy, which until just moments ago had her husband's aroused cock inside it. We were surely giving him a very arousing view as we licked each other with our legs spread open in front of him, because I felt him once again threateningly approaching from above me. I brought Soula's waist closer to me, spreading her ass cheeks and licking her hole, hiding any visual contact with Andreas. After thoroughly wetting her, I inserted my middle finger into her ass. "Mmm," Soula moaned. "Open my little ass for me, my sweet, come on, my man is ready again, don't make him wait..." she said, and out of lust, she forcefully bit my thighs. I added another finger to her little ass and opened it well. "I'm ready, my love, come on, take me," she said to Andreas. He too took his aroused cock and pressed it against her ass. He first inserted his thick head and, continuing the pressure with his fingers, put his entire cock inside her. "Ahhh, rip me, you're hurting me, fuck me already..." she cried out. He began to thrust in and out of her with difficulty and every now and then he spat on his cock to make it slide. I became incredibly aroused by her cries. The thought of his cock tearing her ass, right above my head, made me shiver for the first time since Soula and I had made love for the first time. Secretly, inside, I was jealous. I wanted to feel him inside me too. I wasn't a lesbian after all...

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize Andreas was finishing again, and when I saw him pull his swollen cock out of Soula's ass, I opened my mouth wide like a whore. Surprised by my move, he looked into my eyes for a few seconds, but it was too late, because his first spurts had been forcefully shot onto Soula's open asshole. The subsequent ones, however, found their target and filled my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked his cock like the sweetest treat in the world. He forcefully shoved it into my mouth for me to suck it dry. Only a few centimeters could fit, because the thickness of that cock was also great. "Come on, my baby, help your friend, come on, suck me, my baby," Andreas said, moaning, to Soula, who somewhat belatedly realized that his thick fluids had disappeared. She reacted instantly and fell face down next to me, kissing and sucking, now his balls, now the cum that was running down my throat. Once Andreas calmed down, the three of us chatted together as one mass on the rug in their living room. Morning found us in their bed. They had placed me in the middle and both were hugging me tightly. I felt Andreas's cock slowly growing between my ass cheeks. I continued pretending to be asleep, listening to his breathing increasing at a rapid pace. I shifted a little to avoid his arousal, which was dangerously warming my ass cheeks, but I found myself in an even more precarious position, accidentally bringing it between my pussy lips. Now it was my breath taking on frantic rhythms, while soon my own wetness would reach his cock and he would realize my arousal. With a single move, he could be inside me, only instead of him, I made the move... I slightly arched my back as if wanting to turn in my sleep, bringing him inside me. I moaned from lust as over half his cock entered me with a single move. My moan woke Soula. "You little slut, are you getting fucked by my husband in my own bed?" she asked and immediately grabbed Andreas's cock, which was half inserted inside me. "Come on, my boy, take her, tear that whore apart, make her feel your big cock," she continued, grabbing him by the ass cheeks and urging him to thrust inside me.

Soula's encouragements were enough to enrage Andreas, who was now fucking me like a bitch while she sucked my tits. Completely unexpectedly, however, he got up from the bed and went to her nightstand. She took a plastic cock from a drawer and strapped it to her waist, while I, unable to withstand Andreas's urges, turned him over onto his back and climbed onto his hard cock. He was cupping my small tits while I fucked him with my soaked pussy. We were staring into each other's eyes filled with passion, which made me lean down to kiss him on the lips. I came and collapsed on top of him without stopping kissing him. He squeezed my ass cheeks and began to move my ass up and down hatefully on his cock, while I continued to kiss him, holding him tightly in my embrace. Soula, however, had other plans. "It will hurt a bit, relax and you'll get used to it," she said and smeared my asshole with Vaseline. "No, please, not from behind," I shrieked, but it was too late. She had shoved her finger into my ass and was simultaneously sucking her husband's balls. I felt her taking position behind me and then entering me. I was in unbearable pain, but she continued relentlessly. They were both fucking me together, with difficulty, but they managed. I didn't know if it was pain or lust that seized me, but I found myself in the same position Soula had been in the previous night. I was babbling incoherently non-stop, and the words that did make sense, I certainly would never have had the courage to say to a human being. With relief, I received Andreas's strong thrust that freed me from his cock so he could cum, but Soula continued to fuck my ass, slapping my buttocks hard. I managed to reach his cock and closed my hungry lips around it, sucking his fluids mixed with mine. I didn't let him leave my mouth, even though he had enriched me with a large quantity of his cum.

I didn't let his cock go soft, giving him the best blowjob I had ever given in my life. This spurred Soula to climb on top of him and hide his huge cock inside her. He, however, had other plans. While I was unbuckling the plastic cock from her waist, he turned her over onto her back and was fucking her frantically. I was left with the plastic cock standing erect between my legs, with nowhere to put it. In my delirium, I also smeared it with Vaseline and took position behind Andreas's tight ass. I didn't know if he would want to be taken anally, but who ever asked me? I thrust violently into him, holding him firmly by the waist, and he immediately let out a powerful cry of pain. "You bitch, I'll kill you. Get out immediately. Aaah, get out, you fucking bitch, you're hurting me," he shouted, trying to push me away. Soula, however, held him tightly inside her and gave him no room for other movements. "Do you think we feel differently when they tear our little asshole? You'll see, you'll like it in the end," she told him ironically.

I took courage and continued, despite his groans. He had relaxed and was lying still, accepting my plastic cock in his ass. I, in turn, was overcome by a desire to hurt him deliberately as punishment for the fucking Soula had given me just before. Soula realized this and begged me to stop. "I think we can switch roles now, you've fucked my husband enough," she said, and I got out, scared of the consequences. "Come on, my boy, fuck this bitch again who fucked your beautiful ass," she said and laid me on my back with my legs open. She took the plastic cock off me, grabbed his cock, and, kissing me on the mouth, guided it inside me. He was fucking me like a whore, without pity, turning me on so much that I had lost control and was cumming non-stop. Every so often I would say: "Tear me, don't pity me, punish me, I am your whore," and I would turn him on even more. I felt Soula's cum in my mouth, as she had climbed on top of me a little while ago, while she, in turn, was sometimes licking my pussy while Andreas was fucking me and sometimes taking his cock out and putting it in her mouth. I was waiting for the moment I would feel Andreas pulling out of me so Soula and I could take him in our mouths to finish him off, but he came inside me, punishing me for my indiscipline. We stayed as we were, without any of us moving for a few minutes, and then we tangled together again like a knot until sleep took us again.

Within a few days, I had slept with the neighborhood photographer, I had acquired a lover, I had been fucked by her husband in a crazy love triangle, I had lost my anal virginity, but I had also taken the anal virginity of a man and his wife. My shaved pussy, the blowjobs I had given, and the cum I had swallowed were a drop in the ocean compared to everything else I had done. Damn you, Peppa, with your blog, you turned my life upside down. You turned me from a simple housewife into a luxury prostitute, but I liked it… If I ever find you anywhere, I'll lock you in a room with my lover and we'll tear you apart…

One thing was certain: the cuckold's horns I had placed on my husband would certainly make it hard for him to pass even under the Eiffel Tower… And unfortunately, he intended to visit it!

With love Your Katerina