les histoires de chrislebo

Can I Borrow Her?




Deep in thought, Alan started applying the breaks to his corolla before coming to a stop at the light just blocks from his home of the past year.

He was new to this Midwestern town, leaving his home on the west coast for a better job as the CFO of a new start-up business, taking nothing but his beat-up sedan and his wife of 3 years. He firmly believed this was the next step in his ambitious career plan. He had been stressed with all of the new changes but more so by the self-placed pressure he placed on himself which had always helped him succeed in the past. He was doing well at his job, but allowing himself to relax wasn't an option. He was a driven man and not achieving his goals was unfathomable.

"you need to chill out, get more balance in your life, " he could hear Jenny consoling in his head as she had so many times. She was always so devoted and supportive, but he was afraid his stress was putting some strain on their marriage. They had talked about maybe starting a family after they got settled in their new life. But at this moment it all just seemed like added burden...'a family..hell, what about just having sex again?'. His thoughts drifted to his wife's piercing blue eyes atop her full luscious lips, the swell of her busty chest as her fingers unfastened each shirt button lower and lower...

The horns behind him snapped him back to reality as he realized the light had been green.

He turned onto his street, smiling has he saw the neighborhood boys tossing the pigskin. He continued past, admiring the wholesome simple feel of the block, filled with simple but friendly and hard-working citizens. Turning into his driveway, he was surprised to find his garage door open. He pulled is car in next to their minivan but noticed an empty space that his new riding lawnmower normally occupied.

Frustrated, Alan walked out onto the street and immediately turned his gaze toward the old Fenke house. He walked towards the ashen gray home that stood out like a stain on the otherwise model neighborhood. Similarly the home's sole occupant, Raymond Fenke didn't seem to belong. He lived there alone after the passing of his ****** some years ago and both he and the house had seemed to deteriorate. Ray was in his mid-forties but always struck Alan as *********, maybe even developmentally delayed. Unemployed, Ray survived on his inheritance. In truth, Alan pitied Ray; it must be so lonely to be alone with no job, no family.

As he approached he could hear a sputtering engine he feared was his mower. He walked through the homes side-fence into the back yard where the 42 year old Ray Fenke sat atop the mower trying in vein to start the engine while his pants where sliding down his waist.

"Ray, what the hell are you doing? I have told you not to go by my home to borrow things without asking me!", Alan confronted, getting angrier by the second while staring into the vacant look of the balding fat man.

"c'mon Al, you wasn't home yet and I needed it. Jus' cool yer horses there hoss." He was so non-chalant, no concern that he broke into another man's garage and took, then broke his mower.

Again, Alan thought of his wife and cooled off. With just a warning glare, he walked over and started steering his mower out of the yard. Turning back he chastised Ray in parting, "Just stay away from my home."

Once home, Alan was relieved to find that Ray had simply run the mower out of fuel. But he was still upset, tired from work and annoyed with his dolt of a neighbor. Unfortunately again he couldn't help but stay upset as he greeted his loving wife.

He confronted Jenny about the mower and why she hadn't heard Ray ***** open their garage and drive the mower out. Alan started to feel bad after she explained that she had probably been in the shower during that time, cleaning off after doing some yard work.

In truth, Jenny was aware of every second of it but she was too afraid to go down and confront him. He repulsed her in every way...from his few strands of graying hair combed across his balding head, to the large gut that bulged out under his stained tank top, to his fetid rotting scent. Worst of all was his adolescent ********** grin plastered to his face each time he saw her and the way he would stare at her chest as if he could see her naked.

She was disgusted by Ray and chose to deal with her husband's foul mood rather than come face to face with the creature.

Ray stood in his lawn still seething with anger and hurt feelings. He hated Alan the way he hated most people -- he hated the way others looked down at him, like he was stupid.

"I'll borrow anything I want!" he told himself, wiping hateful tears away.

He told himself he would show Alan who was stupid.

After another day at work, Alan Chambers made the drive back home with fatigue. He parked his car again and stared in disbelief at the space ..."did that dolt really take it again?!"

He stomped over to the decrepit house with nothing short of fire in his veins. This time the side door was locked...Alan could hear his mower running in the yard and fueled by hatrid he scaled the door. As he turned the corner his anger turned to disbelief...

Like a king atop his throne, Ray Fenke sat riding the mower...naked. But Ray's hands weren't on the steering wheel. To alan's horror, there sat Jenny on the fat man's lap, topless, wearing nothing but her Victoria's secret thong. The beautiful blonde wife steered the mower as Fenke fondled her large round breasts, rolling her nipples in between his fingers as tears streamed from he young wife's eyes. His other oversized hand moving roughly between inside her thong between her tan toned legs.

The rest of the events were a blur to Alan. He recalls running towards them and next thing he remembers is the vision of Ray Fenke on the ground with a ****** face as he grabs his wife and pulls her away from the scene.

Once home, Jenny tearfully recants the events of the day -- of Ray Fenke knocking on the door and wrestling her to the floor before tying her up and dragging her into his car. She revealed the rest of the gruesome details of how he got her out of her clothes and onto the mower with him, but Alan just stared vacantly hearing only little.

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At the local police station, Alan Chambers felt the nightmare continue.

"No case?? How is that possible?!", he felt like he was going insane. "Breaking and entering, ********* of my wife!!"

Jonathan Myers, chief of police tried to settle him down. "Look Mr. Chambers, you have been a model citizen for the short time you've been here. But there's no evidence to prove that Raymond Fenke committed any of the crimes that you have spoken of. We cannot prove **** without evidence of physical struggle or even semen analysis.

"And further, he has denied taking your mower and there are no witnesses to back up your story. Mr. Fenke is an odd one, but he has no criminal record, not even an unpaid parking ticket.

Look, I hate to be the one to say this..." the chief lowered his voice, " but there was no sign of breaking and entering...no broken windows, no damage to your garage door... have you considered that maybe your wife has been having a consensual affair?"

"Fuck this, Jon...and frankly fuck you for saying such a thing." Alan stormed out realizing he would receive no help from the law.

Alan changed all of the locks at his home and placed a new lock on his lawnmower. He asked Jenny if she still felt safe at home or if she wanted to move. Despite her trepidation, she felt it too selfish to ask for such a thing while Alan was so busy with work.

Life for the couple seemed to calm down over the next several weeks. Alan immersed himself at work, and there was no further mention from either of them about what had transpired.

It all seemed a distant nightmare until a warm Tuesday afternoon...

Jenny ran downstairs to answer the banging door to see the disgusting Ray Fenke with arms crossed.

"hey bitch, I know your prick husband is mad because of what he saw us doing but now he's gone too far. You better come with me," Fenke grabbed her arm and dragged her outside where he pointed at his house. In his driveway sat the Chamber's lawnmower, crashed into garage door which now lay in several pieces.

Jenny knew that Alan would never do this but she knew she had to somehow deal with this monster.

"look, Ray, I'm not sure what you want but I won't press charges if you just leave me alone now and walk away."

Ray pulled her in closer so her tits rested against his stomach and growled, "listen to me slut, I will be the one pressing charges if you don't find a way to make this ok. Do you really think I'm afraid of you going to the police again?," Ray was now grinning ear to ear. "The Fenke family has owned the police for decades! In fact, you will be hearing soon from them regarding your attack on my property! That is...unless you will find a way to satisfy my anger."

Ray began running his hands down her back to her ass as Jenny struggled to break away.

The gorgeous blond wife new this was ludicrous and that his plan was juvenile at best. But she didn't know how deep his connections really were in this small town and after her **** charges were dismissed so easily, she was worried that his threats may not be as empty as his intillect.

Fear now clearly setting in, Jenny stammered," uhm..uh...ok, Ray...fine, let's talk, but that is all, and I will keep my cellphone with me at all times in case you try to assault me. Let's just go inside."

"haha, whatever you want. I won't make you do anything...didn't take much ***** last time, did it?"...Ray sneered,"now let's go bitch."

Jenny was led to Fenke's home, he kept her in front the whole way eyes locked on her perfect ass covered by her short white shorts.

Once inside, Fenke immediately turned and fastened the several bolts on his door as Jenny gulped in fear. Like a sheep, she was led over to his musty couch in the poorly lit living room where the stagnant air felt like it had been there for decades.

"Ok, Ray, what do you want? How can we settle this?" Jenny tried to assert herself to hide her fear, all the while clutching to her phone.

"you probly think I'm stupid or something, I know. You and your dumb ass hubby think yur better than me. I tried to be nice but he had to pick on me," whined Fenke, truly reaching deeply into his emotions.

'He is really like a *****!', thought Jenny. He just needs a friend.

"I'm sorry Ray, I didn't realize how we made you feel and I really am sorry. Will you please forgive me? We can pretend like none of this ever happened...even the other day in your yard, I will forget it all, ok?" Jenny thought she was getting through to him.

Ray smiled and whipped away a tear with his yellow-stained tank top. "Ok, I forgive you..".

Jenny sighed heavily in relief.

..."but your stupid-ass husband, I will never forgive him or the way he looks down at me! I don't have a lot of friends and I tried to be his friend but he doesn't want anything to do with me!"

"...Ray I'm sorry, what can I do to show we are both sorry?" jenny tactfully inquired.

"well you can be my friend then...", his smile turning mischievous as his eyes squinted and eyebrows furrowed. "just come over on the couch and watch a movie with me"

It was only 2pm and Alan wouldn't be home until at least 5:30, she knew she had to deal with this on her own. She took a deep breath, and then acquiesced to joining him on the foul-smelling aged couch beside her disgusting neighbor after he popped in an old tape into an ancient VCR.

After only a few minutes into the movie, Fenke suddenly reached over and lifted the blonde wife onto his lap, his arms encircling her holding him to his chest. Jenny squeals and pleads with him, still acting as if they are friends, but he insists. Her skin starts to crawl as she feels the long curly hairs on his arms rubbing against her bare skin and the gritty feel of his sweat pants on the back of her thighs....but she could not deny the power she felt from the large man clutching her to his lap.

"fine, Ray...we can sit like this, but no other funny business or the movie is over," Jenny tried to reassume control.

The pudgy badling man agrees, giving his best innocent ***** look.

Only several moments later, Fenke's hands begin to roam as he starts caressing her arms with his large paws. She moves his arms down to the side but he continues undeterred. Gradually the hands fine their way along her thighs...jenny grabs his hands with hers but quickly realizes he is far too strong to stop so she reluctantly allows him to continue.

'he is so repulsive', she thinks, 'but I guess this is harmless and if it will make this all end then so be it."

The sexy wife finds herself paying attention to the movie to try to forget the disgusting beast under her until suddenly she notices that her button up shirt is now unfastened at several of the lower buttons and his hands now caressing her stomach. The hands then move under her shirt onto her tits and suddenly the fear returns, giving her flashbacks of when she was stuck on the lawn mower.

She struggles and tries to jump off of his lap all the while scolding him and threatening to call the police. His hands continue to roam, no concern for her threats. Realizing the gravity of the situation, she lifts her phone and starts to dial 9-1-1.

But Fenke quickly grabs the phone out of her small phone, now laughing smugly.

"Just relax you little slut...we are friends now." Fenke continues his assault on her body and Jenny's struggles start to die as she loses the strength to keep fighting. She stares at the clock...only 3:30...she's all alone here.

The movie ends but the tape continues and another film immediately pops up...this one starts with an attractive blonde with huge fake tits undressing....Jenny can't believe she is going to have to watch a porno with this foul creature who is trying to get busy like a horny adolescent...

Jenny again tries to struggle and threatens to scream, but Fenke cooly secures her arms with one of his large paws. He then lifts her phone up to her mouth and starts to shove it into mouth, jamming it into her lips and against her teeth until she finally opens and allows him to ******* her. Gradually she relinquishes the fight and allows him to slide the object in and out.

Seeing the fight go out of her, he leaves the phone in her mouth and resumes his attentions on the rest of her.

His pudgy sausage fingers roughly pull open the remaining buttons on her blouse exposing her perfect tanned round tits threatening to break loose from the shear lacy white bra as her chest heaved with each breath.

Confused and flustered, the beautiful faithful blonde wife was unaware that she was now sucking on the phone of her own volition as Fenke's hands now pawed her tits. However, she became acutely aware of the power beneath her as the mountainous growing bulge beneath her rubbed her ass and made her squirm.

She hoped in vain that the grotesquely flabby man would be content with getting to second base as she felt his hands struggle to unbutton her small white shorts. After a minute of fighting with the zipper, Fenke reaches down and simply tears the thin shorts and rips them off of her as if it were a sheet of paper.

She could now feel his obscenely large bulge rubbing against her pussy lips through his sweatpants which were clearly stained with urine over his crotch.

As he continued to paw her succulent tits, she unknowingly started to move instinctively over his crotch until she was lewdly grinding her pussy into him. Seeing his victory, the fat man wasted no time in snaking his claw under the front of her lacy thong.

"oh, yea, you slut.," Fenke chuckled, "your bald pussy is gettin' wet for me...you're such a whore."

'Can I possibly be aroused by this foul creature???', the blond wife wondered in disgust before Fenke began to plunge his thick fingers deep into her sex, banishing all thoughts in her head.

He fingered her roughly as Jenny moaned around the metal and plastic still between her lips. Fenke removes the phone and quickly stuffs his pussy-juice soaked fingers deep in her mouth while working her clit with his other paw.

Jenny's eyes suddenly lock onto the face of the busty blond on the TV screen as she sucks a large cock and she realizes that her situation is just as hopeless.

As Fenke rolls her clit between his large fingers she finds herself writhing on his hand and now participating in the ********* of her mouth by sucking on his fingers as they work their way all the way to the back of her mouth, tempting to ********* her.

Reveling in his victory, Fenke feels the young wife start to shake and suddenly moans around his hand. "MMMMMmmmm" she spits out his hand," NOO, I'm commminggg!, MMMMmmmmmmmnn!!!!"

Exhausted she falls back on his chest, not realizing that now her face his dangerously close to his. Suddenly she tastes the putrid tongue of Raymond Fenke as it struggles to taste every inch of her mouth. Fenke continues to make out with the young wife as his hands return to her perfect tits.

"Rayy...mmph...ray...mmphh, please, ray.....", Jenny pleads between smacks from his crusting lips, "haven't I made up ..mmph, for everything? Mmphh...can I go now, Ray?"

"you better ask me nicer, you filthy slut!", Fenke now commands, fully relishing his upper hand. "call me Daddy Fenke, hahaha"

"Plleeaseee Daddy Fenke...mmph,....can I go??" She squeels.

"Ok...first get on your knees and beg like the whore you are"

Jenny gets up on wabbly legs and lowers herself between his large thighs. Little does she know, this brings her face to face with his huge tool, tenting his urine-stained pants...her eyes are glued, she remains speechless.

Fenke grabs her thin wrist and places her hand on his bulge. "Take it out you slut, wife", coldly Fenke commands. With glossy eyes, jenny pulls down the sweatpants over his huge fat ass, releasing a strong foul musk. She continues to his *********** underwear, her hands touching his sweaty hairy ass as she struggles to pull them down to his ankles.

Without asking, jenny reaches out and grabs his firm manhood with her small hand...suddenly she feels as if she is the ***** here.

Her eyes now adjusted to the dim lighting, she sees the most disgusting cock -- covered with veins and lined with verrocous warts. Worse yet was the foul smell that reminded her of a public restroom...but nevertheless, she found her small hand working its way up and down, amazed by how hard it was on such a flabby man....and how BIG it was

'..i'm speechless...it's huge...maybe Alan is the *****'

The obese man, stands up, his huge cock now resting on her nose, bobbing up and down her face, painting it with his precum. "you want to suck it don't you, you cheating slut?", Fenke chuckles.

Unsure to this day why she responded as she did, Jenny stares up at her fat neighbor and whisper, "Yes please, Daddy Fenke." Before she can take back her answer, the head of the beast penetrates her lips, the smell and putrid taste nearly making her gag.

"Not yet, my blond barby slut...you'll ***** soon enough," Fenke mocked.

Sensing her reluctance return, he moves his cock back into her mouth as she starts to open her mouth to talk and starts rocking back in forth. Suddenly he plunges deeper, tickling her throat with the tip of his monster cock, and as she tries to move back he holds her head in place, ******* her to deepthroat him.

She urgently yanks her head back, partly because she couldn't breath but more out of horror of what was happening. She inhaled deeply, but instead of sweet air she inhaled the pungent aroma from his cock deeper into her lungs and tasted every bit of him deep in her throat.

She looked up into his cold eyes, down to his weak chin housed by his open laughing mouth which was showering her with drops of foul spit. Her gaze continuing over his hairy chest down to his fat ass stomach defined only by his impossibly deep umbilicus, his fat hanging well over wherever his waistline should be (did he ever clean underneath?...how does he ever see his pe.n...i...)

Her thoughts ended abruptly as she tracked the thick angry cock pointing straight at her face. (oh yes, there it is, I cant believe this is happening). Purple veins coursing along its entire length, covered in her thick saliva with strands dripping down to her chest.

"suck it sa'more ya dumb bitch" he snickered as ran his cock all over her face, painting her.

He gathered up the respectful wife's hair in his hands and plunged his cock straight through her lips into her throat. She couldn't believe what was happening but didn't know what to do to make it end. He guided her up and down his massive pole in a slow steady rhythm each time filling her throat until she was making gagging sounds then gliding back out until his putrid mushroom head was flesh with her full lips. His cock was growing harder by the minute as the building saliva was making gurgling and smacking sounds with each ********* of her face.

At one point he yanks her head back and commands her to keep her mouth open as he lets a train of saliva drip from his tongue through her lips.

He held her head in place while fucking her face rhythmically, but not too fast ...he was going to take his time to really enjoy this.

Soon the blond wife was bobbing up and down on his cock without coaxing, losing herself in the lewd act, occasionally spitting on his cock while staring mesmerized.

Even Fenke was surprised when the wife reaches around undoes her bra, giving Fenke full access to her bare tits as saliva continues to drip off of her cock and down to her nipples.

"how big're ya my sexy slut?" Fenke stared in wonder

"ghmmph,...I'm...slrrrp... 32 C....mpph", she responded over his cock, never letting it slip from her mouth.

It's Fenke's turn to be speechless as he throws his head back in pure pleasure...

A sexy blond wife on her knees in front of him, deepthroating his cock as her wet tits bob up and down...

...as his hidden camcorder tapes the whole thing...

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Alan Chambers felt triumphant on his ritual drive home today, reveling in his productive day at work. Again he pulled the corolla into the garage, but when he went to open the door into the house, it was uncharacteristically locked.

That's when he again noticed the space where his lawnmower should be, but this time instead set-up was a card table holding an old TV and VCR. A tape sat on the table labeled, "play me."

Obediently, he started the tape and in seconds, the nightmare returned...

There on the screen was his beautiful blond wife with the man he most loathed...and as her sexy lips slid up and down his pole, he knew this wasn't ****. He couldn't turn his eyes away as his wife kept her mouth open for Raymond Fenke as he shot horse loads of cum into her mouth, coating her face, hair, and tits....nor could he look away as she bent her head under his cock to catch a remaining strand of jizz.

He stared blankly as she stood and slid her lacy thong down her thighs and climbed aboard the blob of a man, guiding his monster cock into her wet pussy...

Mercifully the tape stopped and snow filled the screen. A confused and defeated man, he opened the door to his house and made his way to the living room....

...he stopped at the entrance to the room where he saw a naked Raymond Fenke on his couch. His wife wearing her sexiest thong and highest heels, make-up done up like a whore, her huge tits fully exposed. He watched as she crawled over to where he sat and struggled to swallow as much of his cock as she could, coating his putrid cock with her saliva mixed with lipstick, her eyes watering with the struggle causing mascara to run down her cheeks. at one time he held her arms above her head so he could fuck her face while she knelt helpless.

...he watched as she slid her thong down her perfect legs and climbed onto his wide hairy lap. He stuck his thick tongue out at her and she began sucking on it like a baby. In horror, Alan watched the fat man penetrate her ass with his finger while they made out. He removed his finger and lifted her onto his cock...slowly penetrating her asshole as she whined..."oh...ooohh, please be gentle, Daddy Fenke..."

They fucked for what seemed hours as the blond slut whined. Alan's ears burned with the sounds of his huge cock plunging her hole mixed with her pleads for more over multiple orgasms, in between the sounds of their kissing.

Fenke threw the blond off of him and onto her knees where again he painted her face with his foul cum. Obediently, Jenny cleaned off his cock, even deepthroating him several times, unable to hide the look of lust on her face.

Fenke suddenly turns the blond wife's face toward the entrance, cock still deep in her throat until her eyes connect with the vacant look of her husband.

"you know what Alan, sorry for not asking but I borrowed your wife...hope she's not broken too."

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Blackmail Diary

Thursday 17th November

A couple of months ago I witnessed a truly shocking incident. Since it happened, it has played over and over in my mind a thousand times.

Before explaining any further, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I'm currently in what will be my final year of secondary school, after which I will, hopefully, be going off to university. I live at home with parents, which at times can be frustrating, but most of my friends have it a lot worse. As well as being in full-time education, I keep myself busy with a couple of part-time jobs, neither of which are particularly interesting, so I won't bore you with the details. I have a good circle of friends, I play a lot of sport, I like music, films, ********, the occasional joint. I'd like to think I'm a fairly typical 18-year-old.

My love life has been a bit crazy lately. I recently broke up with my girlfriend of two-years after she found out I'd been cheating on her. It was a nasty break-up. Her friends had heard various rumours about me playing the field, most of which, I'll admit, had some substance, and had confronted her with the gruesome details. For days I tried to talk my way out of it, using every clichéd excuse I could muster.

It was the final night of the break-up when I witnessed the aforementioned incident. I had been at my girlfriend's house, pleading with her to let me in, so we could talk. I was having little luck. When a box of my belongings landed on my head via her bedroom window I realised that the time had come to accept defeat. I got in my car and headed home.

The route took me down a number of narrow country lanes. I was very emotional, too emotional to drive. I pulled over and let it all out.

I must have been sat there, in the darkness, for a good hour sobbing away like a little girl, when suddenly, from nowhere, a man walked passed my window. I was so startled that I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw him. This was a narrow country lane, in the dead of night, there was no foot-path to speak of, and all of a sudden there was a strange man just a few feet away. It soon became clear that he was very *****, he was stumbling from side-to-side and didn't even acknowledge my presence. I shook my head in disbelief and decided it was time to pull myself together. I looked down to the ignition as I turned the key, my eyes can't have left the man for more than a second when I heard a terrifying screech. As I looked back up I saw another car's headlights, and the man was flying through the air. My jaw dropped.

As I'm sure most people could appreciate, this was already one of the most surreal moments of my life. But things were about to get a whole lot stranger. A woman jumped out the car, she was panicked, and sobbing hysterically.

'Oh my god,' she kept repeating over and over.

She looked down at the man and then over towards me. I couldn't believe my eyes. I knew her! It was my English teacher Miss Truman. She started backing away slowly towards her car. She's going to run, I thought to myself, she's leaving him.

I reached for my phone and dialled 999, as her car sped off into the distance. I was given a few instructions, and assured that an ambulance would arrive shortly. One did, along with the police.

In the time I was waiting a lot of thoughts went through my head. The first being that there was no possibility that Miss Truman had recognised me. It was dark, my headlights were on, she couldn't have seen into the car. And if she had realised it was me, she would have never run. It would make no sense.

I knew I was going to be questioned at some length by the police, and I knew that I had a big decision to make. Do I tell them everything? Do I end the career of this woman? Possibly send her to prison?

I didn't get on well with many teachers at my school, but I had always liked her. She was very attractive, early 30s, long dark blond, and a figure that had been longingly admired by my friends and me throughout our time at the school.

I told the police I was parked in the lay-by. I told them I'd had an argument with my girlfriend earlier that evening. I told them I'd been crying. I told them the man came stumbling along from nowhere. I told them the other car had hit him from nowhere. And I told them the driver raced off, immediately after the collision.

'They didn't get out the car?' they asked.

'No,' I replied.

'Did you get a look at the driver?' they asked.

'No,' I replied.

'Did you see if they were male or female?' they asked.

'No,' I replied.

'Black or white?' they asked.

'No,' I replied.

'Did you see what make of car it was?' they asked.

'No' I replied.

They took a few more details, and sent me on my way.

I told no one about the accident. Not my parents, not my closest friends, not a single person.

A few days later there was a small story in the local paper. 'Homeless Man Injured In Hit And Run,' the headline read. According to the report, the man had fractured his skull, broken his leg and some ribs, but was in a stable condition. 'No arrests have been made,' the story confirmed.

For the entire week following the accident Miss Truman was absent from school. A succession of cover teachers took her place, offering no explanation for her absence. When she did return she looked pale and washed-out. Her lessons lacked coherence, she was clearly distracted. It was odd knowing that I was quite probably the only person who knew the route of her troubles.

As the weeks have gone by she has gradually returned to her former self. I find it frustrating that she doesn't know how much I have helped her, and has no knowledge of the risk I took. I feel I'm owed a significant debt. And it's time for payment.

Today I got to school before 7.30, knowing there would be few teachers around at that time. Cautiously, I crept into her classroom, making sure I wasn't seen. On her desk, I left a sealed white envelope, addressed to 'Miss Truman'.

A short note within read, 'Dear Miss T, I know your secret. It's time we talked. Text me.' My phone number was at the foot of the page.

Judging by her distracted demeanour in a lesson of hers I attended a few hours later, I am confident that she both received and read the letter.

However, midnight is now fast approaching, and I've not had any contact from her.

This wasn't unexpected. Tomorrow is another day.

Friday 18th November

Today began in much the same way as yesterday had. I arrived at school early and found my way to Miss Truman's classroom. Today, however, I decided not to extend the courtesy of a private note.

I took a black marker, and it foot-high letters on the whiteboard I wrote: 'Tut, tut, tut. You're a very bad girl. You can't run from everything you know. Text me. This is the last time I am going to ask.'

I didn't have a lesson with her today, but I did see her eating in the canteen at lunch time. She was deep in conversation with another teacher, making it difficult to gage the effect my message had made.

Just after 6pm, my phone beeped. A new message, from an unknown number. I felt nervous as a tapped to open it.

'Who is this?' it read.

'Is this Miss T?' I replied.

'Yes, who is this?'

'I'm a pupil of yours.'

'What's your name?'

'I can't tell you that. Did you get my note?'

'Yes, I got both your notes. I have no idea what you're talking about. Stop this right now and I'll take it no further.'

'You have no idea why you're a bad girl?'

'I'm warning you! This stops now!'

'Or what?'

'I'll report you.'

'Go ahead. I'll happily tell anyone who wants to listen all about your little accident.'

'I honestly have no idea what you are on about! Leave me alone!'

'Really? That wasn't you driving away from that poor man that night?'

I waited ten minutes, but there was no further reply.

'If you're not going to talk to me I'm sure the police will,' I provoked.

'I honestly don't know what you're talking about,' she replied.

'If you tell me that one more time I'm going straight to the police. Understand?'

Again, there was no reply.

'Hello?' I prompted.

'What do you want from me?' she responded.

'A thank you would be nice for a start.'

'Were you in the other car?'

'Yes, that was me.'

'Why didn't you tell the police it was me?'

'It wasn't your fault. He shouldn't have been there. Maybe you shouldn't have run away, but I guess you probably panicked. A lot of people would in that situation.'

'Thank you.'

'How are you feeling about it all now?'

'I'm okay. Still a bit shaken-up. The main thing is that the man is okay.'

'Have you told anyone else what happened?'

'No, I haven't. Have you?'

'No, and I have no intention of doing so. I really just wanted to let you know that I knew. If you ever want to talk about things let me know.'

'Thank you, that's very kind.'

'Have a good weekend.'

Monday 21st November

I had a lesson with her this afternoon. She was focused, bright, at times almost bubbly. There was no indication that she had been burdened by me having contacted her. Maybe she really believed that all I wanted was to offer her a shoulder to cry on.

If she was holding that opinion, there is little doubt that will have changed dramatically this evening.

'How are you?' I texted her around 9pm.

'I'm okay thank you,' she replied, an hour later.

'Did you have a good weekend?'

'Yes, thank you.'

I prepared myself for an angry reaction to my next question.

'Have you got a boyfriend?' I asked.

'Don't ask me questions like that. I appreciate what you've done for me, but I'm not answering those sort of personal questions.'

This was a do or die moment. I was quite nervous. A voice inside my head was telling me to leave it, to walk away. But there was another voice shouting louder, convincing me that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and now was the time to take it.

'You'll answer whatever fucking question I ask you! Have you got a boyfriend?'

'I can't answer that. I'm your teacher!'

'If you don't answer me you won't be a teacher much longer. You decide. Are you more likely to get in trouble answering my questions or not answering them?'

'I haven't got a boyfriend.'

'Good. When did you last have sex? And don't make me ask twice!'

'About six months ago.'

'Who with?'

'My boyfriend at the time.'

I left the conversation there, with a final message that read 'That wasn't so hard was it.'

Tuesday 22nd November

Miss Truman was not in school today. I was a little concerned. What if she turns herself in? What then for me?

I shook off my worries, she would be a fool to confess to everything at this stage.

'Why aren't you at school?' I asked her at lunchtime.

'I didn't feel up to it. I've got a lot on my mind. Mainly because of you!'

'Because of me?' I replied, in disbelief.

'Yes, you're scaring me.'

'You have nothing to worry about. Do as I say and no one will ever find out about what you did.'

I had to work tonight. It was nearly midnight by the time I arrived home.

'Are you still awake?' I texted.

'Yes' she responded.

'Are you going to be in school tomorrow?'

'Yes.'

'Good. I'm going to ask you some questions now. Okay?'

'What sort of questions?'

'The sort you won't want to answer. But you're going to. Understand?'

'Yes.'

'How many men have you been with?'

I waited over an hour for a reply. Just as I had given up hope of one coming my phone beeped.

'Five' the message read.

'And how many woman?' I replied, hopefully.

'None' came her expected, but still disappointing, response.

'Do you like sucking cock?'

'No'.

'Do you like having your pussy licked?'

'Sometimes'.

I am delighted with myself. She may not have appreciated it at the time, but she has now given me an extra layer of collateral. It would have been difficult for me to come forward about the accident at this stage. Had I done so, I would have had a lot of questions to answer myself. I withheld information from the police; not to mention the fact that I have been blackmailing a school teacher. Now though I have a far more feasible weapon at my disposal. Two text messages, sent within minutes of each other. The first from my phone asking if she enjoyed cunnilingus; the second from hers with a tentative reply. I could, in theory, take these messages to a number of sources, my parents, my older sister, another teacher, and tell them that I am uncomfortable with the relationship I'm having with this teacher. If I did this, what could she possibly do? She couldn't tell anyone I was blackmailing her, they would ask how and what with. Her only feasible option would be to resign, in the full knowledge she would never be allowed to teach again.

My final message of the evening detailed the above theory. Miss Truman made no reply.

Wednesday 23rd November

I had no lesson with Truman today, but I did see her on a few occasions. She didn't look too good. She was very pale and wore no make-up.

'You look ill' I texted her, as I climbed into my car at the end of the school day.

'I didn't get much *****' she replied.

It was time, I decided on the drive home, to set her a little assignment. Nothing too challenging, just something to ease her into the game.

'Do you ever watch porn?' I asked.

'No' came her predicted response.

'Later tonight I'm going to send you a link to a porn clip. You're going to watch it. All of it. Understand?'

'Yes.'

Later in the evening I sent a link to what is a fairly typical porn clip. It features a well known female pornstar with two men.

'Have you watched it yet?' I asked, shortly after having sent it.

'I'm not at home at the moment.'

'Where are you?'

'At a friend's house.'

'Let me know when you're back.'

I waited a couple of hours, and then started to grow inpatient.

'Are you home yet?' I asked.

'Yes' she replied.

'I told you to let me know when you were back!'

'Sorry, I've only just got in.'

'Have you looked at the link I sent you?'

'Yes'

'Tell me what happens in it then.'

'A dark haired woman has sex with two men.'

'How does it end?'

'They ejaculate on her breasts.'

'Did you enjoy it?'

'No.'

'Oh well, I'll have to send you something a bit more interesting next time then.'

Thursday 24th November

I think I'm getting a bit obsessed by this situation. All day long I've been thinking about her, last night I dreamt about her. This afternoon Josie, my ex, sent me a text message saying that she was missing me, and having second thoughts about the breakup. A couple of weeks ago I would have done anything imaginable to get this girl back in my life; today, it just seemed irrelevant. I didn't even reply to her message.

'Where are you?' I texted Truman, at half six this evening.

'At home' she replied.

'I want a picture' I told her.

'A picture of what?'

'You. Your face.'

'Why? You know what I look like.'

'Just do it. Now!'

A picture arrived shortly after. Her miserable expression, coupled with the fact she wore no make-up, made her look almost unattractive.

'Why do you look so unhappy? And why aren't you wearing any make-up?' I questioned.

'Because I'm not happy, because you won't leave me alone.'

'Send me another picture. With make-up and a smile this time.'

She did as instructed, I was soon looking at the second picture, in which she now wore lipstick, a little eyeliner and an uncomfortable smile.

'Much better. You look pretty again now' I informed her, before asking if she was ready for some more porn.

She didn't reply but I forwarded a link. The video I directed her to features one of my favourite pornographic niches, bukkake. The word alone makes me hard.

'I've watched it' she replied, a short while later.

'Tell me what happens in it.'

'A lot of men, ejaculate over a girl.'

'I don't like the word 'ejaculate'. It's too formal. Tell me again what happens.'

'What word do you want me to use in its place?'

'Use your imagination.'

'A lot of men cum all over a girl.'

'Did you enjoy?'

'No I didn't.'

'How does it end?'

'The girl swallows it all.'

'Do you swallow?'

'No. Can I go to bed now please?'

I made no reply.

Friday 25th November

Today was very busy. I had a full timetable at school, five very long lessons - none of which were taken by my favourite teacher - followed by an incredibly boring three-hour shift at work. Once that was done, I went home, had a quick shower and headed out for a few beers. It turned out to be a very good night.

I arrived home quite ***** but by no means paralytic, some time around 1am. I wasn't planning on contacting Truman, but as I climbed into my bed thought, why not give it a shot?

'Are you up?' I texted.

'Yes' she replied, almost instantly, to my surprise.

'What you doing?'

'Not much, just got back from my friend's house.'

'Is this friend male or female?'

'She's female.'

'What did you get up to?'

'Watched a film, drank some wine.'

'I want a picture.'

'Of?'

'Your tits.'

I was waiting for a hostile response, and, when my phone beeped its little beep a few minutes later, I assumed I would be reading one. But I wasn't. Instead I was looking at her beautiful naked tits.

'Nice' I responded, not wanting to fully convey how surprised I was at the ease of her compliance. 'Now send me one of your pussy' I followed.

Surely a protest is coming this time, I thought to myself. Again though, I was wrong. Her naked pussy was soon on full display on the screen of my mobile phone. Above it lay a patch of neatly trimmed dark hair.

'I don't like the hair. Get rid of it' I demanded.

'All of it?' she questioned.

'Yes.'

'Now?'

'Yes.'

After a relatively short wait, I was looking at an almost identical picture to the one I'd received previously, the only difference being my requested amendment.

'Very nice' I told her.

'Thank you' she replied.

She was thanking me now? This was all too much. I knew I needed to capitalise on her unexpected williness to follow my instructions, but the ******* was stifling my imagination.

'I'm going to send you some more porn' I informed her.

'Okay' she replied.

The clip I sent her the link to this time again centres on the art of bukkake. It stars two girls, one who catches the cum directly from its source and the other who has it spat at her via the mouth of the other.

'I've watched it' Truman confirmed, about ten minutes later.

'Did you enjoy?' I asked.

'It was okay' she replied, to my astonishment.

'Really? What did you like?' I probed further.

I was eagerly anticipating her next response. She liked it, I kept thinking to myself. She may have only said it was okay, but that was a giant leap from what I had expected. My excitement soon turned to frustration, as my phone remained painfully silent. I chased once, twice and even a third time, but there was nothing. I do not know if she fell asleep, or if she came to her senses.

As the clock ticked over to 3am, I decided to let go of my frustration and drifted off to *****.

Saturday 26th November

I woke early this morning with a moderate hangover and a raging hard-on. I needed her answer to my final question.

'Good morning' I texted.

Her reply was disappointing. It made it clear that she was less than comfortable with last night's events. 'This has got to stop! You need to leave me alone', it read.

'Are you forgetting something? You owe me' I responded.

'I'll give you money, anything. Just stop making me do things! Please!'

'I don't want your money.'

'Well that's all I can offer you. I can't do anymore of these things you've made me do. I won't.'

I made no reply. It was time for action. I spent the rest of the morning creating aliases on various social networking sites. I then posted the pictures she'd sent of her tits and pussy across a number of different groups and forums, one of which is directly related to our school. I included no description or explanation.

'I think you should look at these' I texted her, along with half a dozen links that led to intimate photographs.

'What the fuck are you doing!' she quickly came back.

'Do as I say and they will be removed before the end of the day. If you don't, I am going to start adding descriptions. This is your final warning.'

'Okay, I'll do anything just take them down.'

'First, I want an apology.'

'I'm sorry. I promise I won't argue again.'

'Good, but you still need to be punished.'

'What do you mean?'

'You are going to send me a video. And in this video you're going to slap yourself ten times. If the slaps aren't hard enough I'll make you do it again.'

'Slap myself where?'

'Your pussy.'

I was apprehensive. I knew that I had demanded a lot of her, and, if she didn't comply, I knew I would have a big decision to make.

The video was dark and grainy. The hand that held the camera was visibly shaking. But none of that mattered. I had the video, and I could see and hear everything I needed to. Truman was perched on the end of her bed, naked from the waist down. Her free hand left the shot and then returned quickly, planting itself on the perfectly bald pussy at the centre of the frame. The smack, was accompanied by a whimper and the faint mumble of 'fuck'. A couple of deep breaths followed, before her free hand settled a few inches in front of her cunt. After one final deep breath the hand began moving back and forth in rapid succession, smacking hard each time. After the tenth strike the screen went black.

'Good. If you ever argue with me again the punishment will be far worse. Understand?'

'Yes.'

Monday 28th November

I was sat in the library this morning trying to study. All I could think of was Truman. I knew that contacting her at this time of day was somewhat futile, she was more than likely taking a lesson, but I couldn't help myself. 'Reply as soon as you get this' I sent her.

By the time she did reply, a couple of hours later, I was in a physics lesson. That wasn't going to hold me back though. I put my phone under my desk and began tapping away.

'Where are you?' I asked.

'I'm in the staff room' she responded.

'I want you to take a marker pen and go to the toilet. Text me you're sat in the cubicle.'

'I'm there' she confirmed, after a short wait.

'Good. Now write 'I love sucking cock' on the wall.'

The next message I received was a picture, displaying red graffiti against the faded blue of the partition wall.

'Now take your top off' I ordered.

'Done' she replied, within seconds.

'Write 'slut' across your tits.'

Another photo arrived, her beautiful tits, marked as I had instructed.

'I'm done with you. Go back to the staff room.' I told her.

This evening, I decided it was time to revisit Friday night, and see if I could dig deeper into her warmer-than-expected reaction to the second bukkake clip I'd sent. To do this I simply sent it again.

'That's the same video from before' she sent in response.

'I'm aware of that. Did you enjoy it this time?' I replied.

'No, I didn't enjoy it last time either. It's disgusting.'

'I don't believe you.'

'Believe what you like. Do you want anything else from me? I want an early night.'

I was disappointed, I had convinced myself she had enjoyed it. Perhaps I was wrong.

Tuesday 29th November

Today was a bad day. First my parents were on my case, for various reasons I won't go into. Then I was in trouble at school, for various reasons I won't go into. Josie then started hassling me, and her friends soon decided to join in too. Yes, I behaved terribly; yes, I'm an arsehole, but it's over. That was your fucking choice, now leave me the fuck alone! Finally I had work, which was as it always is, very long and very boring.

It was 9 o'clock, I was in my bedroom ******** a beer, sulking. I didn't plan on contacting Truman. I couldn't be bothered with anything that required even the slightest effort. I was going to finish my *****, have one more maybe, go to bed and forget that the day had ever happened.

My phone beeped. A new message from 'T-man'.

'Why the fuck are those pictures still online?' it read.

I gritted my teeth in anger as I typed, 'Who the fuck do you think you are speaking to me like that?'

'I'm sorry but you need to take those photos down. Please!'

I went to my computer and thumped away at the keyboard. Via my alias, I logged onto a popular social networking site. The picture I'd posted of her tits in our school group now had a handful of comments - 'Nice', 'WTF!', 'Who's this? lol' - along with a fifteen thumbs-up.

I added to the comments, 'Believe it or not this is a teacher of yours...'

I knew this was a risky move that could, if seen by the wrong person, lead to an investigation into the authenticity of the statement. But, in that moment, I did not give a fuck.

'You should look at this' I texted, along with a fresh link to the picture.

My phone started ringing, 'T-man' flashed across its screen.

Good, I thought to myself, she's panicking.

I rejected the call and sent another message. 'I'm not going to speak to you, but I will punish you.'

'I'll do anything. Just take that comment off' she replied.

'I want pegs on each of your nipples for 30 seconds.'

A video arrived soon after, showing a close-up of her naked chest. A clothes peg was attached to each tit. She seemed to cope well with the pain, her breathing was controlled, and there was no whimpering to be heard. The video lasted a whole minute, with the pegs clamped to the nipples throughout. I was in no mood to offer her praise for having exceeded my expectations, in fact, I was looking for any fault I could find.

'Who said you could clean your chest?' I asked, referring to the instructions I'd given yesterday.

'Sorry' she replied.

Shortly after I was looking at a photo showing that she had not only re-annotated her tits, but she had also re-attached the pegs.

I was still reluctant to commend her, so instead I sent her instruction for tomorrow.

'In the morning you're going to dress in a skirt for school. No tights, no panties' I told her.

'Okay' she replied.

Wednesday 30th November

I had a lesson with her this morning. She wore a light pink blouse and importantly, she had on a skirt. There were definitely no tights underneath the skirt, but, naturally, it was difficult to determine whether or not she was pantyless. At every given opportunity I would stare intently at her arse, to see if there was any hint of a panty-line; there wasn't.

It was my intention to demand photographic evidence to confirm all my instructions had been completed, but unfortunately the day ran away from evening.

This evening too, lacked for any real interaction. I sent her a message around six o'clock, asking if she was home. She replied to say she was having dinner with her friend.

I then went on an unscheduled outing to the pub, and didn't give her much thought.

Thursday 1st December

This morning I woke up to a text message from Josie that read 'I'm not going to school today. I'm home alone. And very horny.'

I ended up spending the whole day with her. I fucked her every way I could imagine, all the while wishing she was Truman.

After I was done fucking her I was ready to leave, ready to walk out and prove I am the arsehole her friends keep telling her to stay away from. But she gave me those puppy dog eyes, and before I knew it we were sharing a starting platter at the local Chinese restaurant.

I got home late, and confused. I was in no mood to contact Truman.

Friday 2nd December

Today was another hectic Friday. Before I'd even left the house this morning I'd had one friend calling me about a game of football after school, and another trying to arrange this evening's ******** venues. I also had a string of texts from Josie, which were swiftly ignored.

With a full day at school, and a shift at work, on top of the plans I'd been making, I resigned myself to this being the third successive day that would see minimal contact between Truman and me.

I was very wrong. At about eleven o'clock this evening, I was sat in the local pub with my friends, and I felt a vibration in my pocket. I assumed it would be Josie, so ignored it. Half an hour or so passed and I headed to the toilet to take a piss. There were two new messages on my phone. The first a text from Truman that read 'The writing is beginning to disappear'. The second was a picture of her tits still bearing now faded letters of the word slut.

'You better re-write it' I texted, hurriedly. In less than a minute, another photo arrived.

'Are you at home' I asked.

'Yes' she replied.

'Are you alone?'

'Yes.'

I had now made my excuses and was walking home from the pub.

'Have you been ******** wine?' I quizzed.

'Yes I have' she answered.

'I want to see the empty bottle in your cunt.'

The next picture nearly brought on an eruption in my pants. It showed a dark red bottle with its entire neck buried in her hairless pussy.

'What now?' she asked, as I was still taking in the picture.

'Fuck yourself with it' I instructed.

I had to read to her next message a three or four times to convince myself I wasn't imagining it. 'Can I watch some porn while I fuck myself' it read.

I forwarded her a link to a favourite scene of mine. A man and woman in a toilet cubicle; he's rough with her, very rough. He slaps her face, spits in face, fucks her face, until she gags, and then pushes her head into to toilet bowl while he fucks her hard from behind.

I waited impatiently for her next reply. It came some fifteen minutes later, in the form of a video.

She was laying down on her bed, completely naked. Her knees were hitched up, the bottle was going in and out of her pussy. She moved the camera to show a laptop sitting on a bedside table; the clip I'd sent was playing. The camera returned to her, and the speed with which she fucked herself increased. 'Fuck,' she kept repeating, 'fuck, fuck, fuck.' She was going to cum. She began screaming in ecstasy and the screen went black.

'You came?' I enquired.

'Yes, I did' she confirmed.

'Did I say you could cum?'

'No, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself.'

'You need to be punished.'

'Okay.'

I was so turned on that my hand was now shaking.

'Suck the bottle clean.' I ordered.

Minutes later I was watching her running her tongue along the bottle's neck. The visible marks that she had left earlier were disappearing as she circled the glass. She looked into the camera and smiled, then took the bottle neck into her mouth. She worked it back and forth, slowly at first, and then with more pace. I wished more than I'd ever wished for anything that I could be that bottle. Soon it was moving so fast that she started to gag. This didn't deter her though, she pushed the bottle further down her throat, and held it there. She went without a breath for at least half a minute before pulling the bottle free.With mascara running down her cheeks, she swallowed hard and took a deep breath of air. Finally, she turned to the camera, smiled again, and the video ended.

It was all too much for me; I now had a mess of my own mess to clean up.

Saturday 26th November

I woke early this morning with a moderate hangover and a raging hard-on. I needed her answer to my final question.

'Good morning' I texted.

Her reply was disappointing. It made it clear that she was less than comfortable with last night's events. 'This has got to stop! You need to leave me alone', it read.

'Are you forgetting something? You owe me' I responded.

'I'll give you money, anything. Just stop making me do things! Please!'

'I don't want your money.'

'Well that's all I can offer you. I can't do anymore of these things you've made me do. I won't.'

I made no reply. It was time for action. I spent the rest of the morning creating aliases on various social networking sites. I then posted the pictures she'd sent of her tits and pussy across a number of different groups and forums, one of which is directly related to our school. I included no description or explanation.

'I think you should look at these' I texted her, along with half a dozen links that led to intimate photographs.

'What the fuck are you doing!' she quickly came back.

'Do as I say and they will be removed before the end of the day. If you don't, I am going to start adding descriptions. This is your final warning.'

'Okay, I'll do anything just take them down.'

'First, I want an apology.'

'I'm sorry. I promise I won't argue again.'

'Good, but you still need to be punished.'

'What do you mean?'

'You are going to send me a video. And in this video you're going to slap yourself ten times. If the slaps aren't hard enough I'll make you do it again.'

'Slap myself where?'

'Your pussy.'

I was apprehensive. I knew that I had demanded a lot of her, and, if she didn't comply, I knew I would have a big decision to make.

The video was dark and grainy. The hand that held the camera was visibly shaking. But none of that mattered. I had the video, and I could see and hear everything I needed to. Truman was perched on the end of her bed, naked from the waist down. Her free hand left the shot and then returned quickly, planting itself on the perfectly bald pussy at the centre of the frame. The smack, was accompanied by a whimper and the faint mumble of 'fuck'. A couple of deep breaths followed, before her free hand settled a few inches in front of her cunt. After one final deep breath the hand began moving back and forth in rapid succession, smacking hard each time. After the tenth strike the screen went black.

'Good. If you ever argue with me again the punishment will be far worse. Understand?'

'Yes.'

Monday 28th November

I was sat in the library this morning trying to study. All I could think of was Truman. I knew that contacting her at this time of day was somewhat futile, she was more than likely taking a lesson, but I couldn't help myself. 'Reply as soon as you get this' I sent her.

By the time she did reply, a couple of hours later, I was in a physics lesson. That wasn't going to hold me back though. I put my phone under my desk and began tapping away.

'Where are you?' I asked.

'I'm in the staff room' she responded.

'I want you to take a marker pen and go to the toilet. Text me you're sat in the cubicle.'

'I'm there' she confirmed, after a short wait.

'Good. Now write 'I love sucking cock' on the wall.'

The next message I received was a picture, displaying red graffiti against the faded blue of the partition wall.

'Now take your top off' I ordered.

'Done' she replied, within seconds.

'Write 'slut' across your tits.'

Another photo arrived, her beautiful tits, marked as I had instructed.

'I'm done with you. Go back to the staff room.' I told her.

This evening, I decided it was time to revisit Friday night, and see if I could dig deeper into her warmer-than-expected reaction to the second bukkake clip I'd sent. To do this I simply sent it again.

'That's the same video from before' she sent in response.

'I'm aware of that. Did you enjoy it this time?' I replied.

'No, I didn't enjoy it last time either. It's disgusting.'

'I don't believe you.'

'Believe what you like. Do you want anything else from me? I want an early night.'

I was disappointed, I had convinced myself she had enjoyed it. Perhaps I was wrong.

Tuesday 29th November

Today was a bad day. First my parents were on my case, for various reasons I won't go into. Then I was in trouble at school, for various reasons I won't go into. Josie then started hassling me, and her friends soon decided to join in too. Yes, I behaved terribly; yes, I'm an arsehole, but it's over. That was your fucking choice, now leave me the fuck alone! Finally I had work, which was as it always is, very long and very boring.

It was 9 o'clock, I was in my bedroom ******** a beer, sulking. I didn't plan on contacting Truman. I couldn't be bothered with anything that required even the slightest effort. I was going to finish my *****, have one more maybe, go to bed and forget that the day had ever happened.

My phone beeped. A new message from 'T-man'.

'Why the fuck are those pictures still online?' it read.

I gritted my teeth in anger as I typed, 'Who the fuck do you think you are speaking to me like that?'

'I'm sorry but you need to take those photos down. Please!'

I went to my computer and thumped away at the keyboard. Via my alias, I logged onto a popular social networking site. The picture I'd posted of her tits in our school group now had a handful of comments - 'Nice', 'WTF!', 'Who's this? lol' - along with a fifteen thumbs-up.

I added to the comments, 'Believe it or not this is a teacher of yours...'

I knew this was a risky move that could, if seen by the wrong person, lead to an investigation into the authenticity of the statement. But, in that moment, I did not give a fuck.

'You should look at this' I texted, along with a fresh link to the picture.

My phone started ringing, 'T-man' flashed across its screen.

Good, I thought to myself, she's panicking.

I rejected the call and sent another message. 'I'm not going to speak to you, but I will punish you.'

'I'll do anything. Just take that comment off' she replied.

'I want pegs on each of your nipples for 30 seconds.'

A video arrived soon after, showing a close-up of her naked chest. A clothes peg was attached to each tit. She seemed to cope well with the pain, her breathing was controlled, and there was no whimpering to be heard. The video lasted a whole minute, with the pegs clamped to the nipples throughout. I was in no mood to offer her praise for having exceeded my expectations, in fact, I was looking for any fault I could find.

'Who said you could clean your chest?' I asked, referring to the instructions I'd given yesterday.

'Sorry' she replied.

Shortly after I was looking at a photo showing that she had not only re-annotated her tits, but she had also re-attached the pegs.

I was still reluctant to commend her, so instead I sent her instruction for tomorrow.

'In the morning you're going to dres in a skirt for school. No tights, no panties' I told her.

'Okay' she replied.

Wednesday 30th November

I had a lesson with her this morning. She wore a light pink blouse and importantly, she had on a skirt. There were definitely no tights underneath the skirt, but, naturally, it was difficult to determine whether or not she was pantyless. At every given opportunity I would stare intently at her arse, to see if there was any hint of a panty-line; there wasn't.

It was my intention to demand photographic evidence to confirm all my instructions had been completed, but unfortunately the day ran away from evening.

This evening too, lacked for any real interaction. I sent her a message around six o'clock, asking if she was home. She replied to say she was having dinner with her friend.

I then went on an unscheduled outing to the pub, and didn't give her much thought.

Thursday 1st December

This morning I woke up to a text message from Josie that read 'I'm not going to school today. I'm home alone. And very horny.'

I ended up spending the whole day with her. I fucked her every way I could imagine, all the while wishing she was Truman.

After I was done fucking her I was ready to leave, ready to walk out and prove I am the arsehole her friends keep telling her to stay away from. But she gave me those puppy dog eyes, and before I knew it we were sharing a starting platter at the local Chinese restaurant.

I got home late, and confused. I was in no mood to contact Truman.

Friday 2nd December

Today was another hectic Friday. Before I'd even left the house this morning I'd had one friend calling me about a game of football after school, and another trying to arrange this evening's ******** venues. I also had a string of texts from Josie, which were swiftly ignored.

With a full day at school, and a shift at work, on top of the plans I'd been making, I resigned myself to this being the third successive day that would see minimal contact between Truman and me.

I was very wrong. At about eleven o'clock this evening, I was sat in the local pub with my friends, and I felt a vibration in my pocket. I assumed it would be Josie, so ignored it. Half an hour or so passed and I headed to the toilet to take a piss. There were two new messages on my phone. The first a text from Truman that read 'The writing is beginning to disappear'. The second was a picture of her tits still bearing now faded letters of the word slut.

'You better re-write it' I texted, hurriedly. In less than a minute, another photo arrived.

'Are you at home' I asked.

'Yes' she replied.

'Are you alone?'

'Yes.'

I had now made my excuses and was walking home from the pub.

'Have you been ******** wine?' I quizzed.

'Yes I have' she answered.

'I want to see the empty bottle in your cunt.'

The next picture nearly brought on an eruption in my pants. It showed a dark red bottle with its entire neck buried in her hairless pussy.

'What now?' she asked, as I was still taking in the picture.

'Fuck yourself with it' I instructed.

I had to read to her next message a three or four times to convince myself I wasn't imagining it. 'Can I watch some porn while I fuck myself' it read.

I forwarded her a link to a favourite scene of mine. A man and woman in a toilet cubicle; he's rough with her, very rough. He slaps her face, spits in face, fucks her face, until she gags, and then pushes her head into to toilet bowl while he fucks her hard from behind.

I waited impatiently for her next reply. It came some fifteen minutes later, in the form of a video.

She was laying down on her bed, completely naked. Her knees were hitched up, the bottle was going in and out of her pussy. She moved the camera to show a laptop sitting on a bedside table; the clip I'd sent was playing. The camera returned to her, and the speed with which she fucked herself increased. 'Fuck,' she kept repeating, 'fuck, fuck, fuck.' She was going to cum. She began screaming in ecstasy and the screen went black.

'You came?' I enquired.

'Yes, I did' she confirmed.

'Did I say you could cum?'

'No, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself.'

'You need to be punished.'

'Okay.'

I was so turned on that my hand was now shaking.

'Suck the bottle clean.' I ordered.

Minutes later I was watching her running her tongue along the bottle's neck. The visible marks that she had left earlier were disappearing as she circled the glass. She looked into the camera and smiled, then took the bottle neck into her mouth. She worked it back and forth, slowly at first, and then with more pace. I wished more than I'd ever wished for anything that I could be that bottle. Soon it was moving so fast that she started to gag. This didn't deter her though, she pushed the bottle further down her throat, and held it there. She went without a breath for at least half a minute before pulling the bottle free.With mascara running down her cheeks, she swallowed hard and took a deep breath of air. Finally, she turned to the camera, smiled again, and the video ended.

It was all too much for me; I now had a mess of my own mess to clean up.

Saturday 3rd December

I knew I had delicate situation to handle. Last night's excitement was almost undoubtedly fueled by her ******* intake, and it was therefore highly likely that she would be regretting her actions.

I decided not to mention it, and instead set her a fairly simple task. I told her that, at some point over the weekend, I expect her to go a busy carpark and finger fuck herself.

She gave no reply, not even to confirm receipt, but I remain confident that during the course of tomorrow I will be watching her carry out my instruction.

Sunday 4th December

Around 1pm I was lazing on the sofa watching some crap on TV, when my phone beeped. I smiled, and retreated to my bedroom, knowing that I now had something far more interesting to be watching.

The car park was familiar, a retail park just the other side of town. She panned the camera around, showing that it was moderately active, with around a third of all the spaces occupied. The camera moved down, as she slid forward slightly in her seat and rolled up her skirt. She wore no underwear. Then came as very pleasant surprise, her free-hand left the shot and returned with a small pink dildo.

The toy headed straight for her pussy. As she began sliding it in and out, there were audible indications that she was aroused. She continued for a couple of minutes, the fuck-rate increasing, along with her moaning.

Suddenly she stopped. She moved the camera up and pointed it out the window, just a few yards away a woman was getting into her car. The video ended.

Monday 5th December

I had a lesson with Truman this morning. I couldn't help but stare at her for long periods, the whole time questioning if the weekend's events had been real. Had I really coaxed this beautiful, respectable woman into the performing of such debauch acts? Surely it was all just a figment of my imagination?

The longer I stared at her, the more I wanted her. Frustration was taking hold of me. I wanted to ***** her over her desk, to rip off her panties, to fuck her so hard that she'd scream and cry until her body couldn't take anymore. I wanted her mouth, her cunt, her breath. I wanted my cum on her and in her.

By the time I left the classroom my frustration was turning to anger.

'Where are you?' I asked her at lunchtime.

'I'm in the staff room,' she replied.

I was looking for any excuse to chastise her.

'Address me properly you fucking whore!' I insisted.

'Sorry Sir. I'm in the staff room Sir,' she corrected.

'Are you wearing panties today?'

'Yes Sir.'

'Did I say you could wear panties today?'

'No, sorry Sir.'

'Take them off.'

Within minutes I was looking at her black panties screwed up on the toilet floor.

'Have you ever been fucked up the arse?' I questioned.

'No Sir I haven't' came her reply.

'Why not?'

'I don't know Sir.'

'Have you ever fingered your arse?'

'No Sir.'

'Well what are you waiting for?'

The next photo showed her tight little arsehole engulfing the middle finger of her left hand.

'Does that feel good?' I asked.

'I'm not sure Sir' she replied.

This brief exchange had cooled my rage, but the frustration was still with me. After school I had a four-hour shift at work, during which I thought of little but Truman. More specifically, I thought of little but me fucking Truman. I walked through the logistics in my mind, and found nothing but obstacles. The crucial issue, I surmised, would be my loss of anonymity. Allowing her to discover my identity would be far too great a risk to take at this stage; it could end the game, or, worse, get me into some serious trouble. Accepting this, I questioned the feasibility of fucking her without revealing myself. A mask maybe? This seemed a little far fetched but I gave it some thought. I was actually on the verge of concluding it could work when I considered the legality. Yes, what I've been doing up to now is undoubtedly outside of the law, but fucking her, without full consent? That might be taking it a tad too far.

I left work defeated. On the drive home I reached for my phone and sent a text.

'I'm coming over to your house right now, and I am going to fuck you very hard' the message read.

Unfortunately, the recipient was Josie.

Tuesday 5th December

I woke up this morning, freezing cold, on the back seat of my car. Josie lay next to me, her head resting against. my shoulder.

We decided to take the day off school. Things were going great, it was if we'd never been apart. I started to remember how much she had meant to me, and regret having ever let her get away.

If something feels too good to be true it all too often is too good to be true. One of her friends phoned, asking why she wasn't in school. All her friends are ************ little bitches - who think far too much of themselves - but the girl who rang, Emily, is the worst of them. By the time their conversation had finished, Josie was in floods of tears, and questioning if I could really commit to her this time around. I did my best to assure her I would, but it wasn't good enough. We were soon in the midst of a heated argument, centred on my past infidelities.

It was early evening when I arrived home. I was full of anger and resentment; I needed to let off some steam.

'Where are you?' I asked Truman.

'I'm home Sir,' she replied, instantly.

'Send me a picture.'

'Of what Sir?'

'Anything.'

I was soon looking at her naked tits, which still bore the word slut. It was a nice enough picture, but nothing exciting, nothing I hadn't seen before. I wanted something new, something different.

I decided to find out if she had a webcam. She confirmed there was one built into her laptop, but claimed she didn't know how to use it. I told her to set-up an account on a popular instant messaging service, and to download the corresponding application. I gave her the username for an alias I had created and a few minutes later I was accepting a new contact request from 'dfc7777'.

'Is that you?' I typed, my hands a little shakey.

'Yes, it is Sir' she replied.

I initiated a video call, safe in the knowledge that there was no camera attached to my own computer.

Truman sat on her bed, legs crossed looking down towards the camera. The room was dimly-lit. She wore what appeared to be pyjama bottoms and a hooded sweatshirt. Her hair was tied back.

She waved at the camera and then leaned forward to type.

'Do I not get to see you Sir?' she questioned.

'Of course not, you stupid slut,' I responded, 'I'm in a bad enough mood as it is without you asking me dumb questions.'

'Why are you in a bad mood Sir? Is it something I've done?'

'Take off your top' I ordered, ignoring her question.

She pulled the sweatshirt up over her head and threw it to one side, revealing a black bra underneath.

'Shall I take my bra off too Sir?' she asked.

'No,' I instructed, 'leave it on but take your tits out.'

She pulled both cups of the bra down and her tits fell free.

'Now smack one' I wrote.

Her left hand went up above her right tit and came back down with moderate *****.

'Harder' I demanded.

Again the hand went up and down, impacting twice as hard as her first attempt had.

'Harder!' I repeated.

This time the hand went high above her head and crashed down with such ***** that the camera rocked.

I still wanted more. 'Hit it harder you fucking cunt!' I demanded.

Her hand went higher and crashed back down, and then she repeated it, not just once, not even twice, but three times, each strike more vicious than the last. When she was done her tit had a fiery glow, her breathing was rapid and tears ran down her flushed cheeks.

'Go and get your dildo' I ordered, consciously making no attempt to acknowledge her efforts.

She disappeared from the screen, and returned within seconds, dildo in hand.

'Suck it' I instructed.

With the base gripped tightly in her right hand she began moving it in and out of her mouth.

'Guess what you're going to do next' I typed.

'Fuck myself Sir?' she replied, breaking off her plastic fellatio.

'Yes. But not your pussy.'

'My arse Sir?'

'Yes.'

'Now Sir?'

'Yes.'

She nervously bit her lip, shuffled away from the camera and began sliding her pyjama bottoms down her legs; she wore no panties.

'What are you?' I asked.

She leaned forward again, to answer my question via her keyboard.

'No!' I stopped her, 'don't type it, say it!'

'I...I'm' she stuttered, quietly, 'I am a slut.'

'Louder!' I typed.

'I'm a slut' she repeated, still not loud enough.

'Louder!'

'I am a fucking slut.'

'Louder! Tell your neighbours, you fucking whore!'

'I am slut,' she shouted, 'I'm a dirty fucking slut!'

'Good, now put that plastic cock in your fucking arsehole!'

She threw herself down on to the bed, lifted her bum and planted the toy in its target.

I sat back, cock in hand, to enjoy the show. It had an uncomfortable beginning. There were a chorus of distressed moans, accompanied by numerous profanities, as she cautiously moved the dildo in and out.

Within a couple of minutes she began to relax. The moans continued, but not all were quite so pained. The repeated outburst of 'fuck' seemed to have evolved from 'fuck, that hurts' to 'fuck, that actually feels okay.' Soon, it was more akin to 'fuck, that does feel good' and then 'fuck, that feels really good.' Her free hand was lightly caressing the inside of her thigh. She wanted to touch herself.

I was now pulling on my cock so hard I knew I had only seconds before there would be an explosion. I reached for a box of tissues, but then stopped. Why waste a perfectly good load of cum? I asked myself.

'Stop!' I wrote. She looked up at the screen as my message sounded its beep. 'That's enough for tonight,' I continued, 'I'm going to bed.'

That was a of course a brazen lie, there was no possibility of me ******** in my current state. I jumped in a cold shower, and thought through my plan for tomorrow.

Wednesday 7th December

7.30am, as usual, I was woken by my alarm. Today instead of reaching for the snooze button I found my phone and began tapping away, to put my plan into action. 'You can wear your panties to school today' I texted.

9.05am, sat in a maths lesson I initiated stage two of the plan. I sent her a message telling her that she was to go to a specific cubicle in the boy's toilets, where she would remove and hide the panties I had so graciously allowed her to wear.

10.28am, I was studying in the library, when I received confirmation from Truman. 'They are under the toilet brush holder Sir' her message read.

12.29pm, I took a lunchtime trip to the toilet, heading to a very specific cubicle. The panties were a dark blue cotton. I wrapped them around my cock, and began pumping away. I came quickly, my fat load soiling a large portion of the knickers. I then began wrapping them using toilet paper and a roll of sticky tape I had stashed in my bag. Once the parcel was back under the toilet brush where I had found it, and I was far away from the scene of the crime, I sent another message, telling Truman to retrieve it. She was given strict instructions not to unwrap the paper.

8pm, I arrived home from work, wolfed down some dinner and darted up the stairs to my bedroom, locking the door firmly behind me.

'Are you home?' I texted.

'Yes I am Sir.' she replied.

'Did you pickup the package?'

'Yes Sir I did.'

'Go to your webcam.'

Finally the real fun could begin. The scene was much the same as it had been yesterday evening , she sat on her bed, looking down on the camera. Tonight she wore a white t-shirt. By her side lay the crudely wrapped panty package, and her pink fuck-toy.

'Have you any idea what I'm about to make you do?' I asked, via the instant messenger.

'No Sir,' she typed in response, 'I don't.'

'Does that scare you?'

'A little Sir.'

'Does it excite you?'

'It does Sir.'

I took a deep breath to compose myself. 'Open your present' I instructed.

She picked up the parcel, her hands trembling, and began tearing away the tissue. Slowly, she pulled the panties free.

'Can you see what I've done to them?' I questioned.

'Yes Sir, you have cum on them.' Her breathing deepened, and her face flushed red.

'Take off your clothes,' I demanded.

She edged away from the camera and began to undress.

'Are you wet?' I asked as she threw her bra to the side of the bed. In reply she entered two fingers into her naked pussy and produced a substantial squelch.

'Pick up your toy,' I ordered next. 'Do you want to fuck yourself?' I followed.

'Yes,' she said outloud, 'I really want to.'

'You really want to what?'

'I really want to fuck myself, Sir.'

'You have my permission.'

She leaned back and planted her toy into her cunt. I watched for 3 or 4 minutes as the dildo brought her close to climax.

'Do you want to taste my cum?' I asked.

She continued fucking herself, and nodded her head. I wasn't able to finish typing my next instruction. It would have told her to stop what she was doing, to pick up the panties and to lightly run her tongue across the gusset. But before my fingers could even reach the keyboard, she had taken the panties and stuffed them in their entirety into her mouth. The speed with which she fucked herself increased. I could hear her sucking on the cum-stained underwear.

My hand found my cock, knowing that I didn't have long before she would be cumming, and the show would be over. Muffled screams soon escaped her panty-filled mouth, and she fell back onto the bed. My balls erupted.

As I watched her laying there, trying to regain her composure, with deep uncontrolled breaths, I made a big decision. Regardless of the obstacles and risk that may lay in my path, I will, in the near future be fucking this slut.

Thursday 8th December

I woke up this morning tingling with excitement. Over night I had thought through numerous plans that I truly believed would end with me fucking Miss Truman. They were risky and none of them were perfect, but I genuinely believed that more than one of could work.

Tonight I go bed heartbroken. A silly mistake has ended my hopes and ended the game.

I was sat in a lesson of hers today. The class was working quietly, when my phone started to ring aloud in my pocket. I always turn it off before a lesson, always. I reached quickly to reject the call. As I lifted it out my heart sank and my stomach turned.

The word 'slut' flashed across the screen.

Thursday 22nd December

It's been two weeks since my last diary entry.

After leaving the classroom that day I drove straight home, and hid in my bedroom. I barely left it for a whole week. I didn't go to school, I didn't go to work, I didn't see my friends. I told my parents I was ill and, thankfully, they asked few questions.

When I did return to school a week later I went straight to my head of year and pleaded for permission to drop English. I was flatly refused.

When attending her lessons I now don't say a word, and I avoid eye-contact at all costs.

I've made no attempt to contact her, and have had no intention to. I've deleted her phone number, and, reluctantly, I also deleted all the pictures and videos she had sent me.

Today was the last day of the school term before the Christmas holidays. Most my friends were heading out for some ****** this evening, but I wasn't in the mood. Instead I went home and watched a couple of films.

Just after midnight, as I lay spread out across the sofa, my phone beeped.

The message was from an unknown number.

'Are you missing me?' it read.

'Who is this?' I replied quickly, not daring to hope.

'Have you forgotten me already?' came the next reply.

I sat up. My stomach fluttered.

'Is this Miss T?' I sent nervously.

'Yes Joe, this is Miss T.'

I took a deep breath.

'Have you missed me?' she asked again.

'Yes!' I replied.

'Well don't be a stranger. Speak to you soon x'

Friday 23rd December

I lay awake for hours last night wondering if I should continue the conversation. Her last message had been very final; she wanted to speak 'soon', not now. There were dozens of questions I wanted to ask, but I convinced myself that I shouldn't ask them. Not yet anyway.

Today I woke up with a plan: let her come to me.

That plan died a death at around 4pm.

'Why did you text me last night?' I asked.

'I don't know. I shouldn't have,' she replied.

I wanted to punch the wall.

'You must know!' I demanded.

A couple of hours past, in the absence her reply, I lost all discipline and bombarded her with messages.

'Don't fucking ignore me!'

'Send me a picture now!'

'I'm going to the police!'

The messages continued, on reflection, each one reads more pathetic and desperate than its predecessor.

Tuesday 3rd January

The Christmas break has been and gone, today was my first day back at school. And what a day it was.

I arrived around 9 o'clock. I had a maths lesson first thing, followed by English with Miss Truman - something I'd been dreading the entire holiday. Before my maths lesson I went to my locker to get some books. Waiting for me there was a present far greater than anything I had received over Christmas.

A large white envelope sat on top of my text books. In block capitals it was addressed to SIR. I threw it into my bag and made a beeline for the nearest toilet.

Inside there was a black thong, and a hand-written note.

'Dear Sir,

I am deeply sorry for the way I've behaved.

I will do anything to be your slut again. I know I must be punished.

Please take me back.

Your Slut'

My cock was so hard it hurt; my hand was shaking uncontrollably as shoved the panties into my pocket.

The maths lesson was a write-off. I didn't hear a word of what I was being taught.

Walking over to my English class I was excited, nervous and more than a little nauseous. I was confused when I entered the room, as were my classmates. All the tables had be rearranged, and were pushed to the wall. A single desk remained in the clearing.

'What's going on?' one of the girls asked Truman.

'We're doing a practice exam today' she explained, her cheeks bright red, 'all the desks have name tags. Can you find your seats as quickly as possible please?'

There were numerous protests from the other members of class. Some claiming it was unjust for us to have an exam sprung upon us without prior knowledge. Others questioned why the exam required the seating alterations. She fended off the revolt and everyone started to take their seats. I looked for mine.

'I can't find my seat Miss,' I explained.

'I must have forgotten you,' she said, casually looking round the room, 'just sit there'.

She pointed to the desk in front of hers. The one desk that could see hers during today's lesson.

I sat down and tried to make eye contact, but she was very deliberately avoiding it.

Ten minutes passed. My eyes hadn't left her, but she remained focused on the paperwork in front of her. When she did look up she still resisted my gaze. I was beginning to grow frustrated, when her hand moved to her chest. My initial assumption was that she was relieving an itch. A button on her blouse popped open. And then another. And another.

I could now see a black bra beneath the blouse. Peeking up from below it were three lines drawn in red marker pen, which I knew formed part of the word 'slut'.

My eyes were drawn to movement under her desk. She slowly began to spread her legs. I shook my head in disbelief, as her bald cunt came into view.

I looked back up and finally made eye contact. She smiled, bit her lip and pulled her phone out from under some books on her desk. I returned the smile, and reached quickly for my phone.

'You filthy whore,' I texted.

'Are you hard?' she replied.

I looked up and nodded.

'Are you wet?' I asked. She echoed my nod.

An idea sprang into my head from no where.

'I want you to pick a girl in this room,' I instructed.

'Any girl?' she wrote back with a confused frown.

'The one you think is the prettiest.'

I surveyed the room myself for a moment. It was an easy decision to make. Josie's friend Emily was sat directly to her left. I hate this girl, but she is truly stunning. Golden blond curls, perfect tits, perfect arse and a smidgen of puppy fat, that enhances rather that detracts from her appeal.

Truman didn't disappoint, 'I'd say Emily,' she replied, still looking a little baffled.

'Okay. Here's what I want,' I started to explain, 'It's a Friday night. You've put the little whore in detention. The whole school has emptied. Just the two of you remain. I want you to tell me what happens.'

She smiled and started tapping away at her phone.

'She comes into my classroom,' she began, 'I tell her to sit down and give her some work to complete.

'She does as she is told to begin with, and I start marking some books. Ten minutes pass, I look up and I notice she is watching something on her phone.

'I storm over and angrily tell her to hand it over. She refuses, so I snatch it from her. As I do I notice what I assume is a porn video is playing on the screen.

'On closer inspection I see the video is not porn. It's actually Emily on screen...sucking on a big fat cock. I can't take my eyes off the screen.

She asks if I like what I'm seeing. I tell her 'no', but she sees straight through me. Standing up, she grabs my hair and ****** me to my knees.

''You're going to do exactly as I say' she tells me lifting up her skirt. She pulls her panties to one side and orders me to eat her teenage cunt.'

I looked up at this point. The pink glow in Truman's cheeks had her turned to a fiery red. Her legs were spread as wide as possible. She continued to tap away at her phone, engrossed in her fantasy. I had to pinch myself. For the last two weeks I had been moping in the belief that my game with this slut had ended in shattering defeat, and now it was back on, full-throttle.

'I try to resist. I tell her to let me go, or she'll be in big trouble. A vicious slap lands straight across the face'

'She leans down bringing her face within an inch of mine. 'Suck my fucking cunt,' she demands, biting her lip.

'I timidly stick out my tongue. She laughs and ****** my face straight into her wet pussy. I start licking, she moans. I lick faster and she moans harder.

'I bring my hands up and I spread her lips so I can probe deeper. Her cunt tastes amazing. I flick the tip of my tongue over her clit again and again. Her knees start to weaken, and I'm told to stop.

'She walks over to a chair at the back of the class, sits down and orders me to crawl to her, on all fours.

'I do as I'm told. She spreads her legs as I reach her and grabs my hair. I greedily shove my tongue back into her pussy.'

Again, I looked up. She had now stopped typing. She was staring at me, breathing heavily.

'Why have you stopped?' I asked, frowning.

'I can't do anymore Sir. Not without touching myself.'

I looked around the room. For a crazy second I thought, so touch yourself.

'Okay,' I typed, coming to my senses, 'that's enough for now. But as soon as this lesson is over I want you to go to the toilet and finish. Understand?'

'Yes Sir,' she replied, with a smile.

A very long half an hour later, I was sitting in a toilet cubicle myself, waiting patiently.

'Hello Sir?' she texted.

'I'm waiting...'

'May I touch myself please Sir?'

'Yes. Now continue!'

'I am still licking her sweet young pussy. I can feel she is close to cumming. Her hand tightens its grip on my hair. 'She's going to cum,' I think to myself. But I'm wrong.

'She yanks my head back, away from her pussy. She tells me to undress. I'm soon standing naked in front of her. She picks up a ruler from the nearest desk.

'With a sadistic smile, she tells me I've got a choice to make. 'You can let me smack your pussy with this ruler...or you can ***** my hot piss. Which is it to be?'

'I drop immediately to my knees and open my mouth. 'You want the piss?' she asks, surprised. 'No,' I tell her 'I want both''

And there the fantasy ended.

'Sir. I need to cum Sir. Please may I cum?' she pleaded.

'Do it,' I replied.

Désinhibition d'une connasse



6h du matin.
Je n'arrive pas à dormir et me connecte à un tchat pour passer le temps.
Quelques discutions inintéressantes, quand tout à coup je reçois ce message: "Salut grosse pute".
Un peu choquée et vexée, je lui fais part de mon mécontentement, quand il me dit "Ta gueule salope t'as rien à dire, tu vas obéir et la fermer".
Alors, je ne sais pourquoi, mais je l'ai fermée...
-Très bien, en quelle tenue es-tu ma salope ?
-En petit culotte, j'allais dormir.
-Enlève là et va enfiler ta lingerie la plus sexy !
Un peu intriguée, je me lève et part enfiler un petit string en dentelles rouges qui m'a couté très cher ainsi qu'un soutien gorge assorti.
-C'est bon connasse? Maintenant va mettre la plus petite de tes mini-jupes...
Je m'exécute.
-De quoi t'as l'air ? Oublie pas de mettre des bas.
J'enfile des bas résille et me contemple dans le miroir. J'ai l'air d'être une pute prête à se faire troncher au fond d'une cave...
-Très bien! T'as envie de pisser ?
-Euh oui... Pourquoi tu me demandes ça ?
-Va chercher un verre !
-D'accord...
-Bien, maintenant accroupis toi sur ton lit et remplis le verre de ton urine toute chaude et malodorante!
Je suis gênée... Vais je m'abaisser à faire cela ? Je ne pourrais jamais... Et, sans savoir ce qu'il m'a pris, je me suis accroupie et me suis laisser, avec surprise, pisser dans le verre.
-Ça y est ? Dépêche-toi. Maintenant allonge-toi et verse le verre de pisse sur ton corps ! Je veux que ça dégouline sur tes seins et coule dans ta chatte !
Au point où j'en suis... Je me laisse tenter.
-Mais je ne dois pas enlever ma jupe et mes sous-vêtements d'abord ???
-Non connasse, surtout garde les ! Et frotte toi bien tes mamelles de vache avec la pisse, je veux que ça pénètre profondément ta peau...
Je me masse comme une déchainée, cette foi-ci je suis une chienne et je me sens comme telle.
Je m'abandonne et fait pénétrer l'urine dans mes pores... Je pue.
-T'as un gode ?
-Non !
-Va chercher un déo et fout le toi dans la chatte !
Je m'exécute en m'empalant avec difficulté sur le déo quand il me demanda de me le mettre dans le cul.
Après m'être enfilé quelques doigts je me défonce la rondelle tout en crachant partout sur mes seins.
C'est un peu comme du sperme chaud... Je vais de plus en plus vite et mes énormes nichons ballotent dans tous les sens, faisant dégouliner la bave de partout...
-Va aux toilettes maintenant!
Les toilettes ? Quelle drôle d'idée je ne vais quand même pas encore pisser !
-Ta gueule, accroupis toi devant les chiottes et fourre toi le déo au fond de la chatte.
Je m'exécute. Et ensuite ?
-Fous ta tête au fond de la cuvette et tire la chasse...
Pardon ??? Mais je ne pourrais jamais faire ça, enfin c'est une idée folle je serais vraiment une merde de faire un truc pareil!
-Allez conduit toi comme la chienne que tu es bordel ! T'es une pute, tu dois savoir faire ça!
Au bout de quelques insultes je fus tellement excitée que je mis ma tête dans la cuvette. J'en contemplais les moindre recoins pas très nets. Je voyais l'eau au fond, où pendait la pointe de mes longs cheveux.
J'ai tiré la chasse et suis ressortie avec les cheveux à peine mouillés.
-Mais putain vas y à fond, fait pas ta mijaurée, met ta tête de conne bien au fond et tire !!!
J'y retourne donc... Les seins pendants coincés dans la cuvette et ma tête qui tapait au plus profond.
Je me contorsionne pour activer la chasse en même temps. Cette fois-ci l'eau me recouvre le visage et les cheveux. Je tiré la chasse jusqu'à jouir en criant "je suis une grosse merde qu'il faut évacuer, la tête dans la chiotte salope regarde toi!".
Je me relève et me regarde dans le miroir. Le visage et les cheveux dégoulinant, les toilettes trempées...
-Suce la brosse à chiotte pour te punir d'en avoir foutu partout !
Tiens, je l'avais presque oublier celui là... Je me met à sucer et à me frotter la brosse sur le visage jusqu'à que mon bourreau se déconnecte d'un coup, me laissant en plan en pleine excitation...
Brusque retour à la réalité, tant pis pour moi, maintenant j'ai juste l'air conne au milieu de mes toilettes trempées!

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Her **** Best Friend

As I dressed for the day in the privacy of my bedroom at 11am this morning, intending to look seductive, preparing to make a surprise visit to my husband in his office, I could have no inkling of how this day would play out before the sun set.

After a late breakfast at home, I had soaked in a hot bath until my fingers and toes became all crinkly. That told me that it was time to get out, dry my body in a large fluffy towel, then dab some of my favourite perfume discreetly in all of the important places.

I don't often wear a thong, I don't like the way the thin strand in back rubs against my sensitive anal ring. But on this day, I selected the one flimsy thong that I owned, pulling it up high over my long legs. Then, I added a low slung, half-cup bra where the lacy top just barely covered my nipples. Both garments were black and I continued the theme with stockings and a garter belt that clasped around my fortunately still thin waist and had suspenders that pulled the hose smoothly over my legs. A sexy slinky black satin half-slip from waist to thighs completed my undergarments.

I added the dress that was constructed so briefly that I knew it would expose bits of my under-things when I chose to lift one leg over the other while sitting, or to lean forward seductively while standing.

The receptionist at Terry's office was friendly and welcoming. She announced me and then suggested that I should proceed down the long hallway to his executive office. Outside his door, his PA didn't seem quite as warm, giving me a curt "Hello" and returning swiftly to her computer screen to resume whatever task she had been set by my high-flying businessman husband.

I didn't attempt to win her over -- deciding that she wasn't worth it - and I used my hand to apply pressure to the door of Terry's office. "Hi Barb," he greeted as I stepped inside. He started toward me, "to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Honey," I told him, "we might have been married five years now, but that shouldn't take away the need for impromptu moments. Do we need an excuse, I thought you might take me somewhere intimate for lunch..." By now, I had moved fully inside his office and had pushed the door closed behind me. As I stepped nearer to my husband before reaching his desk, I added, "...but what I really came here for is for you to sweep all those papers onto the floor and take me, here and now, on your desk."

Terry looked a bit embarrassed, "Barb, I would love nothing more ... you know that, but I am so up to my neck with work deadlines. I have even cancelled Jenny's lunch break, so we can get a couple of reports finished for the board meeting. Sorry babe, we'll have to take a rain-check."

I gave him my best-ever seductive look that said, 'surely you don't really mean that,' and tugged the front of my skirt up high to reveal the stocking tops, the suspenders, the bare thighs. My look now said, 'surely you can't resist this.'

Not winning, I spun around, my hands tugging the dress up in back, and bent forward from the waist, now giving him an eyeful of two smooth butt cheeks, with just a tiny wisp of material trapped out of sight between them. I peeped back over my shoulder, "You can even have me doggie style if you want. I know how you like that."

I still wasn't winning, I straightened up, my face now a frown. My husband rebuked me, "Barb, nice thought, but your timing's way out. Why didn't you call me to save getting all dressed up for nothing."

He -- my beloved husband of five years, Terry -- was giving me the bum's rush. Before I could stop to reflect on how my approach had gone so wrong, I was back in the elevator, riding down to the ground floor. Surely, he could have spared us twenty minutes for a quickie. And what was with his PA, who has always been quite warm and friendly to me? Highly frustrated at my failed attempt at seduction, my mind began racing, were they having an affair? Had he promised her an intimate luncheon somewhere today and I had bumbled in and nearly wrecked his plans?

I had never had suspicious thoughts about Terry before. In our 5 years of marriage, our 6 years since we met, he had never given me any cause to think that he might be like my first husband. Now there was a philandering bastard. Goodness knows how many other women he screwed in the 14 years we were together. The only good thing he gave me was ********* my two wonderful ******** ... my *** Adam, now 20 and my ********, Julie, now 18 and just finished school.

But back to the present ... having harboured such carnal thoughts since waking up this morning, here I was, literally in heat, dressed for daytime sex, yet about to get back into my car and drive home to my empty house. For just a rash moment, I actually considered heading to a bar, sitting there nursing a ***** and seeing what might happen. But that just so wasn't me.

I had been loyal and faithful to my first husband until deciding to match his infidelity in the dying months of our marriage. Shortly after that ended, I met Terry and I had never thought of straying for even a moment ever since.

Driving home alone in my car won out over finding a bar and getting myself into goodness knows what trouble. I cursed Terry all the way home, my thoughts still dwelling on whether he and his prissy PA might by now be entwined in each other's arms, discussing what a close shave they had just had with my intrusion on their plans. Surely not, I tried to tell myself, but still resolved to find a pretext to call him when I got home.

I pulled my car onto the driveway and decided to leave it there rather than put it in the garage. As I stepped out, I saw two young men walking up the driveway behind me, momentarily unnerving me until I recognised one of them ... it was my *** Adam's best friend, Jeremy. He had certainly grown into a handsome young man. They had met in pre-school, just as I and Jeremy's ****** did at that time, and Adam and Jeremy, and his mum and I had remained firm friends ever since.

"My goodness Jeremy, what are you doing here? Adam's away, you know," I reminded him.

"Yes, Mrs. Bradley, I know that. I ... err ... I lent him a book a few weeks ago and I need it back now. I came by, hoping you'd be here. Do you mind if I come in and check out his room, see if I might find it there?"

"Not at all, you know you're always welcome here, Jeremy. Why, this has been your second home for most of your life." He nodded and smiled warmly in acknowledgement. I looked at the young man with him, at first glance he looked about the same age -- 20 -- as Jeremy and my *** Adam. But then on closer inspection, I realised that perhaps he could be a couple of years older. "Are you going to introduce me to your friend, Jeremy?"

"Oh yes ... oh, I'm so sorry, Mrs Bradley, this is Kurt, he's a friend of Adam's too."

My face probably revealed my surprise as well as voicing it, "Oh really, how do you do, Kurt, Adam has never mentioned your name. You couldn't have known him very long."

Kurt, the taller of the two, politely stretched out his hand and shook mine quite firmly, "I have known your *** for at least a year now."

"Oh really," I responded. I was surprised that Adam had never mentioned knowing someone called Kurt, but determined that it wasn't worth debating further. "Come on inside, boys, I can offer you a *****, and maybe I can rustle up some cookies," sounding just like I had with Adam's friends over the past ten years. All through his school days, Adam had never hesitated in inviting his friends to come visit in our home and I had always felt comfortable with them. He seemed to mix with a good crowd.

I put the key in the door and heard Jeremy behind me, "You look very nice today, Mrs Bradley, smell nice too."

I heard his friend Kurt echo a simplistic, "Umm, sure do!"

As I pushed the door open, I turned, "Thank you, that's so nice of you boys to comment. Doesn't surprise me though, Jeremy, you have always been such a polite young man." Their praise did make me feel good, but nevertheless, I couldn't help feeling just a bit self-conscious, dressed the way I was. I would guess that anyone would call my attire this day very sexy, hardly the look to welcome two of my **** best friends into our house.

I strode purposely through the front living room toward the kitchen, calling back, "Make yourself comfortable boys."

In the kitchen, I prepared a plate with two glasses, a choice of soft *****s and a large plate of cookies. I took that back into the living room where the two young men had made themselves very comfortable on the lounge chairs. That didn't bother me though, because I have always encouraged Jeremy to feel like this was his second home.

I played ****** by asking which ***** each wanted and pouring for them. I stepped over in front of Jeremy, who had made himself very comfortable, sitting spread-eagled and lounging, his legs akimbo, one up over the arm of the chair. As he took the glass from me, I couldn't help glancing down at his spread legs, at his lap and I spotted a very substantial bulge in the front of his trousers. I immediately wished I hadn't looked that way ... he may have noticed.

What was I doing even looking down at his crotch, this was my **** best friend and I had never looked so purposefully below his waist before? But why would he have an erection at this moment? Could I be the cause of it, dressed as I was ... dressed to futilely seduce my husband?

Was the rebuff by my husband playing tricks with me? Was my libido out of control? Was I a woman in heat, what time of the month was it? I quickly averted my gaze, hoping Jeremy hadn't noticed my interest in what was concealed in his trackie pants. I stepped over to offer a ***** and cookies to the strange tall silent one, Kurt. I didn't quite know what to make of him. I was careful to keep my gaze up, looking him straight in the eyes. He took the offering of a snack and locked eyes with mine, giving me a strange return look.

I placed the tray of *****s and cookies on the table, "If you'll excuse me boys, I'll be back in a moment," I told them, eager to get out of the room and collect my thoughts, my feelings. I hurried down the hallway to the sanctity of my bedroom at the back end of the house. I closed the door behind me, eager to rid myself of the seductive look that I felt I was projecting to anybody within my space. I needed to put on some more basic around the house clothing while I had young visitors.

I quickly removed the revealing dress and should have just thrown it over a chair and hurried on with my changing. But I took more time than necessary by going over to the wardrobe for a hanger and arranging the dress carefully on it so that it didn't crush as I hung it up. I walked back toward the bed, carrying my change of clothes. On the way, I caught sight of myself in the mirror and paused to admire what I saw. I didn't dress this way quite enough these days. Maybe if I did, I wouldn't be suspecting Terry of a lunchtime dalliance with his PA. I checked out the black underwear -- bra and slip visible, the latter concealing the stockings, garter and thong. I was still wearing my high heels. I figured that I didn't look too bad for 42.

The click of the bedroom door opening startled me and I spun around in shock. It was young Jeremy standing there in the open doorway, then stepping into the room -- my bedroom, leaving the door open behind him. But he came no closer, he just stood back there by the open door, staring at me. He had never done anything like this before ... except maybe when he and Adam were 6 or so, and probably curious to see what grown-up adult women looked like.

"What ... what do you want?" I asked anxiously, hoping my voice didn't signal my alarm, didn't reveal how anxious and nervous I was at having my **** best friend see me like this. "Jeremy, I will be back out in a minute. I don't think it's appropriate for you to be in my bedroom, can you wait outside please?" I was attempting to sound confident, in control ... but inside, my heart was beating wildly.

"I want to watch you get changed," he said. His look was serious, I had never seen him like this before, "just forget I'm here, do whatever you would do if you were alone. Please, I'll stay way back over here, I just want to watch you."

"No Jeremy, you can't do that, you can't be in here, that wouldn't be right," I tried to insist, "can you please go back outside?"

"Mrs Bradley, all these years that I've known you, I've wanted to see you like this. And now today, I am so lucky to be here, I have never seen you look quite so sexy. You look sensational, and you smell so good too." I couldn't believe that I was hearing these words from this nice young boy, who was my **** best friend, and who I had known for most of his twenty years.

*************, I slipped my fingers of both hands into the elasticised waistband of my black slip. But why ... what was I doing? Was I actually thinking of letting him watch me get changed? I looked between Jeremy standing at the open door and my reflection in the mirror before me. Silently, I was debating whether to lower my black half-slip ... to reveal my next-to-nothing thong pantie, my garter belt, the sheer black stockings.

Reason kicked in, 'As horny as I might feel this very moment, it would be wrong to expose more of me to this young man -- who had been a family friend for most of his life.' My brain screamed at me, 'for God's sake, he is less than half your age, only twenty.'

But while I took too long debating my next move, Jeremy made his, escalating the dilemma that was unfolding. To my complete shock, I watched as his hands went to the drawstring at the waist of his trackie pants. He pulled on it and the trackies fell in a heap around his ankles. He was not wearing underpants, young Jeremy was all too suddenly naked from the waist down, just a tee-shirt covering his chest.

I stared incredulously at the sight of his penis that was now so nakedly exposed. The prominence of it drew my gaze to it, there was no looking away ... I was captivated by it, I just stared. Because it was so incredibly big, in my naivete, I couldn't believe that a boy of his age could have such a large appendage ... but in reality, the last few years had gone by quickly and I guess he was almost a man now.

I didn't know what to say. Somehow, I mumbled the words, "My God, what are you doing, Jeremy?"

"I am just showing you the reaction you have on me," he said, and I realised that he was referring to the obvious blatant stiffness of it, not just the raw size of it that had attracted my undivided attention. I guessed that in comparison to any other male penis I had previously seen, it would have the appearance of being big, whether it was erect or flaccid. I examined it from across the room. I wanted to see it closer, but I didn't dare.

Even as I inwardly wrestled with how to handle this awkward moment, my mind was fleetingly drawn back to the one and only time that I had seen a similar sized penis. It was at the very end of my deteriorating first marriage when I had discovered that my husband was screwing everything in a skirt. He and I were at a party in our neighbourhood and a man that I knew only vaguely from further down our street had been hitting on me all evening.

About 11 o'clock, I began to realise that I hadn't seen my husband in quite a while. Without drawing attention from the other partygoers, I disengaged from the group I was in and began looking around ... in other rooms, outside on the patio.

It was only when I saw my husband reappear, coming from the direction of the bedrooms with a pretty female neighbour walking right behind him, a satisfied grin on her face, that I made an impulsive decision to have this guy who was hitting on me. I walked directly up to him, took his hand, and dragged him into one of the bedrooms where he quickly took over, eagerly stripping me of my clothes before dropping his trousers.

Through the dim light in that dark room late that night, into view came this enormous hard erection. But as I stood now, mesmerised in my bedroom in the middle of this day, staring at Jeremy's impressive hard-on, I was reminded of seeing this one of similar proportions that night at the party. But what did I do that night?

I panicked! I saw this almighty large erect penis ... I had never seen one like it before that night. I was 7 years younger then. The guilt I felt at emulating what my husband was doing to our marriage combined with a sudden fear that this huge penis -- thicker and longer than I had ever experienced - could rip me apart internally. I told the neighbour where to put it, which wasn't going to be in me, and I pulled my clothes back on and fled from the darkened bedroom.

Now, 7 years later, in my own quite brightly lit bedroom, in the middle of the day, with the sun streaming in, I was looking at a youthful replica of the penis that had so scared me that night. But what was different now was that a few days after that night 7 years ago, I discussed my close shave with several girlfriends over lunch. They all -- every single one of them -- told me how stupid I had been, that to have a penis that size was an awe inspiring moment not experienced by all women. They explained how my vagina would have expanded, with very little pain and discomfort, to accept the whole of that mighty penis. They made me feel so stupid, to regret my actions that night, and I swore then and there, at lunch with those girlfriends of mine, that if ever I was faced with the opportunity again to have a king-sized penis, I would welcome it into me eagerly.

But this was a completely different scenario! Jeremy was over 20 years younger than me. The owner of this impressive object was the best friend of my ***, a boy who I had watched grow from a toddler through his teen years, and now to manhood ... and what manhood it was. But given the background of our relationship, there was no way I could have sex with Jeremy ... and I had to tell him so -- firmly, and now!

"Mrs. Bradley, are you going to give me a treat and take that off?" Jeremy asked, obviously referring to the half-slip that my fingers were in position to push down over my hips, my thighs, to reveal the intimate lingerie beneath.

"Jeremy, I don't think I should, it wouldn't be right, I could never face your ****** again," I tried to rea***, but already I knew what I wanted. I had been on heat from the moment I woke this morning, and my husband's cruel rebuff at his office had done nothing to quell my desire. Here was this young man showing me his large virile penis, primed and poised, ready to do what nature had constructed it for.

"My mum will never know, I would never tell her," insisted Jeremy.

As I stared wantonly at young Jeremy's half-naked body standing in the doorway, struggling to reach a logical decision, beyond him I spotted a face peering over Jeremy's shoulder. "I wouldn't tell her either," Kurt's eerie voice added. Now I had an audience of two, this was not going the way that I could be happy with.

"Not him, Jeremy, I don't want him in here, he will have to wait outside. I don't know him, I couldn't reveal myself to him." My God, did I miss it, when had I made up my mind? Those words sounded like I was only dismissing Kurt ... did that mean that Jeremy could stay and watch, and maybe do more?

"Okay!" Jeremy rushed to reassure me as his head spun around to address Kurt, "Get lost, mate, wait outside for us, it's just me and her."

Kurt looked disappointed and reluctant, but I saw his face disappear from behind Jeremy. Wanting to be sure that he had really gone, I told Jeremy, "Come closer and close the door ... this will only be for you, Jeremy."

My **** best friend turned and closed the door behind him, took two steps toward me. We were now alone in my bedroom together. He was still 8 feet away, but he was in better light and I could more closely examine his prize erection. "You certainly are big!" I complimented him, daring to smile at him as I stared admiringly at his huge erection.

"Yes, so it seems," he admitted nervously.

"Do you know how rare that is?"

"Some girls my age have told me, but I wouldn't have thought that they would have that much experience to know."

Without warning, I made the next move. My hands that had been resting on each hip pushed the top of my half-slip down. It passed smoothly over the thin waist straps of my thong, the delicate lacy garter belt, the pouch of material that was my black thong covering my pussy, the bare tops of my thighs, and then the stockinged legs. The black material pooled on the floor around my feet, still upright on high heels. All of the above was now on display for young Jeremy's probing gaze.

"****!" he muttered, his eyes scanning my still shapely 42-year-old body, seemingly not knowing which part he wanted to spend most time looking at. My eyes had barely left his horizontal hard-on the whole time, it definitely pulsed and twitched in reaction as I revealed more of my body. A clear drop of pre-cum formed in the eye of his penis.

"Believe me, I know," I continued with my acknowledgement of his equipment, "I've only seen one like that before. I was too naïve then to appreciate the significance of what I was looking at. I think I do now. Tell me Jeremy, have you done much with that?"

Jeremy looked hesitant to answer me, "I ... err ... I haven't really. I don't have a steady girl, and those that I have been out with, run a mile when they see it."

"That's their loss, Jeremy, I am sorry for you. You will find in life that women will need to be convinced that you mean no harm with that."

"So this big one that you did see previously? Was it like mine?"

"Yes!" I answered breathlessly.

"Did you let him ... you know, did you let him have you?"

"No I didn't, I told you I was quite naïve when I was confronted with it. Like the girls you've known, I ran a mile too. But after getting some advice from my girlfriends, I was told quite emphatically to never let the opportunity go by if it ever came again. I never expected it would." I reached my hands back behind me and unclasped my bra. I eased the material forward, the cups peeling off my ample breasts.

"Oh ****!" he exclaimed again when he saw my smooth globes with two distinct prominent nipples standing out hard and strong.

"So what do you think I should do?" I asked him.

"About what?" he checked, struggling to maintain his concentration as he was confronted by his ******* best friend, rapidly shedding intimate clothing, and revealing more and more of her body.

"Silly," I admonished, "I told you my girlfriends said I should never pass up the opportunity to experience a big penis just like yours if it ever came again." Smiling, I stared at it approvingly, "I'd say my opportunity has definitely cum again." I spread my arms out invitingly and he stepped closer to me.

"Come on, Jeremy, I won't bite," I assured him as he moved into my embrace, my arms folding around his shoulders. I held his firm hard 20-year-old body tight up against me. I felt that incredible erection squashed against my tummy, it's wet tip pushing up above my navel. "Oh God, this is so wrong, but you feel so good."

I felt the smooth palms of his large hands grasping the cheeks of my arse. 'Thank God, he does know something,' I thought. "Are you going to kiss me?" I asked.

"If it's alright with you?"

"Jeremy," I admonished, "your so hard cock is almost touching my naked breasts. I would say that kissing is definitely called for."

I lifted my face up expectantly, and having given my approval, he brought his face to mine, his lips kissing me quite well, even ******* my lips apart. I felt his eager tongue slip into my mouth and I despatched mine to engage with him.

The kiss quickly exploded into a heated exchange of lips, tongues, saliva and serious passion. When we broke for air, I dragged his mouth down to my nipples and let him loose there. He was starting to make all the right moves and my juices were flowing. I was anxious how experienced he might be once he came to put that monster inside me, but he soon showed that I needn't worry about foreplay. His mouth on my nipples was magical, he made all the right moves with his lips and his tongue, even using his teeth to lightly graze the smooth skin of my globes.

My heavy breathing was now telling him just how aroused I was from his mouth devouring my breasts. Between loud gasps, I managed to tell him, "We'll be more comfortable on the bed."

We awkwardly shuffled to the bed, me backing up while he pushed forward, perhaps not wanting to have his penis lose contact with my bare skin. As I collapsed on my back on the bed, Jeremy asked, "Aren't you going to take anything more off?"

"I thought you'd want to do that for me," I urged in my most seductive voice, words I had only intended to use to my husband today.

"Yes, sure," he blurted out eagerly and his hands went for the thin straps of my thong, grasping it and hauling it down over my hips. I assisted by raising my arse up from the bed so that the flimsy garment didn't get caught under my body.

I watched as his eyes scanned the soft intimacy of my pubis, now revealed in all its glory for my about-to-be young lover. He was salivating at the sight before his eyes and I wondered how many times he had looked at a woman's pussy ... if ever. Was this new to him? I didn't want to embarrass him by asking.

"Can I kiss you there?" he asked. Imagine that, a young man asking permission to go down on a woman?

"If you want," I told him, trying to restrain my excitement that he would want to. I had to stop my hands from reaching up and grasping his ears and dragging his face down into my muff.

I watched as his head lowered, moving down between my spread, raised legs. Then, I felt the wetness of his tongue and I uttered an expressive sigh that became a moan. He was surprisingly good, he must have done this to some woman before, possibly one of those timid young women who later rejected the entry of his oversized penis.

I had wanted this all day, ever since waking up in an aroused sweat this morning. As the day went on without relief, I had reduced my range of expectations. By now, I would be happy with any part of any male making contact with my inner labia. The fact that it was Jeremy's tongue was a bonus. To me, tongues were the next best option to a penis.

He lapped me up, and I lapped up the pleasure that he bestowed on me. I could have cum ... it would have only been another two minutes at most. I don't know what got into me, but that's what I really wanted. I wanted him into me -- physically. So I took a hold of his head and I literally dragged it from between my thighs, his tongue peeling off the flowing channel of my inner labia lips.

I held his face just up above mine, looking up at him appreciatively, "Jeremy, my darling, that was so good, but what I really want is to have you put that wonderful big penis inside me. Will you do that for me now please?"

I didn't have to ask twice. In a flash, he had moved his body higher up on the bed, his face hovering above mine. I felt the first touch of that huge round head of his penis nudge at my spread pussy lips. "Unngghhh!" I muttered, feeling the extreme size of the head make one first gentle push to get inside me. My hands flew down to take a hold of him and lead him to the promised land. He was going to need some help with the geography of a woman's body.

I brought my legs up higher, my knees touching my breasts, spreading my bits so wide down there. I placed the head of his penis at my now well spread vaginal lips. "Try that Jeremy, but go slow, not too much at once," I urged. It seemed so surreal ... my **** best friend from kindergarten was in my bed and I was telling him how to fuck me.

He pushed and I felt his penis head probe inside my passage. My God, it felt so thick, but a quick adjustment of the angle of my body and I was able to take him in without a lot of difficulty.

He was thoughtful and caring, going so slowly. I opened my eyes and looked up to see that his were watching me intently, perhaps looking for some sign of pain or discomfort. It was obvious he had no past experience to call on, no idea of what my reactions would be. I guessed that from his comments about young girls rejecting him due to size, and the way this was going, that young Jeremy was a virgin about to experience his first sexual intercourse with a woman. How incredible it would be with me, the ****** of his best friend.

When I felt like I normally did when my husband was fully inside me, I placed my hand around his rock-hard shaft to gauge how much was still to come. When all five fingers were able to wrap around his penis -- and I might add failed to meet up with my thumb coming around the other way -- I realised that he was only about halfway in.

"Oh my God, there is still so much more of you to come in. I don't know where I'm going to put it."

"Do you want me to stop? I will if you want."

I ran my hand affectionately over his back, ending at his arse cheek, pulling his body forward, indicating I wanted more inside me. "I know you would, you are a kind, considerate young man, Jeremy. I am guessing this is your first, so I want it to be the best it can be. You just keep pushing that big sucker into me. I am going to have to take it all."

"Are you sure?" he queried.

"I don't want to have you tell you again, just give it all to me." And he did, inch by inch, he kept pushing this massive cock until it would go no further. I felt absolutely stuffed full, it felt like the head of his penis was wedged in some inner body part that was unaccustomed to welcoming a penis. "Are you happy, Jeremy? Does it feel good inside me?"

I looked up to see his eyes rolling back in his head. He had only just got his monstrous extra long penis all inside me, yet he looked delirious from the sensations being transmitted from within my slick wet passage to the sensitive nerve endings on his penis.

"Oh Mrs. Bradley, I can't believe it, my cock ... err, I mean my ... err, my penis ... oh Mrs. Bradley, it feels so good inside you."

Young Jeremy became over eager, he pulled back on his hard erection and then quickly pushed it into me again. There was pain ... no, it wasn't really pain, it was just uncomfortable when he pushed back quick and hard inside me. I needed time to adjust to his size. "Oh Jeremy, wait ... wait just a moment ... let me get my breath ... oh my God, the size of it ... it takes some getting used to."

But I don't know if he heard ... or even if he understood what I was saying to him. He was a young man now driven by the desire, caught up in the excitement of having his massive penis at last inside a woman. Obviously, so many young girls of his own age had denied him when they had seen it. Now he was like the proverbial young kid in the candy store. His lust was unleashed by the sensations he felt from under the head of his penis as it ploughed into and out of my wet, hot vagina.

I felt his desperate need and I did really want to empathise with him, to let him have his head this first time, to let him just go right ahead and get his jollies inside me. But I had desires too, my arousal had been sitting on the edge from the minute I woke this morning. It had been stirred to a frenzy from the seductive way I dressed to go to tease my husband. And then I was completely rejected, dismissed to wait until when my husband was good and ready to attend to me ... maybe tonight, perhaps tomorrow night.

Now there was my self-interest ... I shouldn't have to wait, I was an active, live woman in heat and I needed my satisfaction now ... not later, but right now. Hadn't I taken a huge risk allowing my **** best friend to secretly take me to bed in the middle of the day and stick his almighty penis into me. That deserved some reward, I had to cum.

But the more he crazily plunged that gigantic penis into me, the more I realised that I was never going to make it, not with Jeremy. His control, his ability to make love to a mature woman was non-existent from the start. I had wrapped my parted legs up over his thighs, my arms folded around his back, hanging on to his body as his hips pushed rapidly downward, driving his 8½ inches into me.

But all too soon, I heard his breathing and I felt his thick meat surging inside my body and then the spasms of his hard thrusting penis as it delivered his creamy cum to somewhere deep inside my body, somewhere that babies are made. Part of me was thankful for my protection ... yet another part kind of wished that this virile young man was making a baby inside me now. I felt that this young man's seed could be powerfully potent this first time.

Jeremy's body slumped on mine and the only movement was the pulsing of his penis continuing to spill out the remains of his release into me. My body was screaming out in frustration and I wanted to berate him, tell him how he had deserted me, ignored my needs in his own selfish pursuit. But something held me back, maybe it was my empathy for a young man who had just lost his virginity in my bed. Oh dear, my thoughts wandered to 'what would his ****** think if she could see us right now?'

"Where are you going?" I asked anxiously. I was still enjoying a type of after-glow, even though I hadn't cum. Having taken such a bold, rash step to seduce my **** best friend, I did want to lie here with him, to tell him how much I liked what he did. To find out his true feelings at losing his virginity, to relish the achievement of having just taken a thick 8½ inches up inside me. But all too suddenly, he was leaving my bed.

"I'm going to get Kurt, I'll be back in a minute."

He managed to take a couple of steps toward the door to the hallway before my words brought him to a halt. "You're what ... are you crazy? What do you mean, you're going to get Kurt? What on earth for?"

He turned to face me, his cock was down to about the size that my husband would be when erect. "It's his turn, you'll enjoy him a lot more, he's got heaps more experience than me. I won't be a minute."

"Just hold on right there, Jeremy. I don't know what you think this is, but one thing it's not is some kind of gang-bang. I just did a beautiful thing with you, I just gave you my body, gave you your first sexual experience ... does that mean anything to you?"

"Yes it did, and I loved it, Mrs. Bradley, truly I did. But it wouldn't have happened without Kurt, I owe him big time for this."

"No, you owe me big time for what just happened. You owe him nothing.'

"I do, he was the one who gave me the confidence to do that with you. He told me everything to do, and it all happened the way he said it would. He convinced me that I should walk in on you in the bedroom, that I should drop my track pants so you would see the size of my cock, and how hard it was. He said that you would not be able to resist trying one like that. He was right about everything. If Kurt hadn't given me the confidence, I would have left the room when I told you I wanted to watch you change and you said it wouldn't be right and that I should get out now. I almost left, but I could still hear Kurt's words telling me she really will want it, she'll just pretend she doesn't because she will be embarrassed to be doing it with her **** best friend. So you see, I owe Kurt for what just happened, and if you liked it too, then you owe him, so I'll just go get him."

"No!" I screamed aloud at Jeremy, "it's not right, you owe him nothing, and you certainly can't pay him back by giving him me. I am not yours to give. You and your friend can both get out of my house. Jeremy, I am so disappointed in you for thinking that you could offer me to this other boy. That is so disgusting. I wish I could tell your ****** how disappointed I am in you, but obviously that's not a possibility."

"Mrs. Bradley, I didn't want to say this, but since you have mentioned my ******, Kurt said that if you didn't agree to having him too, we will tell my mum. I don't think she would understand you seducing her ***."

"Why, you ungrateful little ****, how dare you. You're actually blackmailing me!"

"I don't like the word blackmail, but yes, if you don't let Kurt do it with you, we'll tell mum, and Adam too."

I froze at his mention of my beloved **** name. It was bad enough that they might tell Jeremy's ******. She had been a friend for nearly twenty years, but if it had to be, I could lose a friend and it wouldn't be the end of the world. But to tell Adam ... I couldn't bear for my *** to know his mum had done this, that his mum was a slut. I hated that word, but the thought of the insolent Kurt having me too seemed to justify that word.

My head spun, it looked like they had me cornered. In desperation and in pursuit of manufacturing some time to consider my options, I said, "No Jeremy, don't bring him in, I don't want it that way, I don't want to be just lying here waiting for him to climb on. Give me a moment to get cleaned up, freshen up a bit. I will come out and get him in about 15 minutes, okay?"

He stood there thinking for a moment or two, probably wondering if I was conning him, "Alright, 15 minutes, no more, I'll go and tell him."

"Thanks," I said, watching him leave my bedroom, leaving me lying in bed, dwelling on what was about to happen. I would spend the next 10 minutes racking my brain, trying to decide if there was any alternative, then the next 5 minutes having a quick wash, wiping the splotches of drying cum from the sparse hairs of my pubis and the tops of my inner thighs.

Summoning up all my courage, I went back to the bed, put my bra and my thong back on. Why, I don't know ... they would be coming off again in no time. Then I opened my bedroom door and went back down the hall to the front room. The two young guys were back sitting in the same seats I had left them in less than an hour ago.

Mustering as much confidence as I could manage, I ignored Jeremy and walked past him to stand in front of Kurt and reluctantly stretched out my hand to him, "Do you want to come with me?"

The smart-arse bastard looked up at me, saying, "Really, so you want me after all ... do you really need some good loving? I knew you'd come looking for Kurt when you got desperate enough. I guess you must want to cum real bad by now. Well, you've come to the right guy."

How did he know? Was Jeremy stupid enough to admit that he couldn't get me off? "Don't kid yourself," I told him, "and make the most of this, it won't be happening again."

He laughed at me, then took my hand and used me to pull himself out of the chair. We both started down the hall, him trailing behind me, but he quickly moved up alongside and put his arm around my shoulder. "This is going to be good, I've got a good feeling. You're one hell of a sexy woman. I mean, that black lingerie, I can't wait to rip that off you."

His words suddenly frightened me, would he be the violent type? Should I warn him that I don't like rough sex? What good would that do? If he was hell-bent on ****** me, no words from me were likely to stop him.

We squeezed through the doorway to the bedroom together. Once inside, Kurt took a firm hold of me by the shoulders and propelled me face first up against the closest wall. He moved in quickly behind me and I felt his tall firm body pushing against my back, one knee pushing my legs apart. My face was turned to one side, my cheek flattened against the wall. I felt his hands tugging on the thin strand that was the waistband of my thong, it dropped to around my ankles. Then I felt his fingers fumbling with the catch on my bra and he pulled my body away from the wall just long enough to peel the garment from my breasts. Then I was pushed back flat against the wall.

"I don't want to do it like this, can't we use the bed?" I pleaded. I had tried to take control by making him wait until I was ready and then inviting him to my room instead of lying there meekly, waiting for him to come in and follow Jeremy. But now, he was taking away my power, he was in charge of this situation. I was scared now, one of his hands at the centre of my back held me positioned against the wall. I could feel the back of his free hand brushing against the smooth slope of my arse. What was he doing? I heard the sound of a zipper ... it was the zip on his trousers being opened.

I froze, I was not happy with the position he held me in. Suddenly, I felt the hard knob of his penis jabbing between the cheeks of my arse, centring just above my clenching anus. "Please, not in there ... don't do that!" I pleaded.

He pushed it inward, it caught in between the smooth folds of my arse cheeks, but off-centre to reach my anus, if that was his intention. "Don't fret babe, this is just a preview. I might come back to this later. Don't you like it up the arse?"

"No, no, I don't!" I struggled to emphasise. Actually, I was not an anal virgin. My first husband had enjoyed anal sex, introducing me to it early in our marriage. We did it a number of times, I guess you would call it occasionally. My present husband wasn't into it at all, so it would have been maybe 7 years since I had last had a penis up inside my arse.

"That's a pity, I won't let it stop me though!" he muttered defiantly. Just as suddenly as he had poked his penis between my arse cheeks, he withdrew it and I was spun around so that my back was now flattened against the wall ... I was naked down to the waist. A hand on each shoulder now pinning me back against the wall, his head lowered and his mouth devoured first one breast, then the other. I have to concede that this young man knew what he was doing, his lips and tongue felt magical as they ravished first one nipple, then the other, quickly raising the heat that had hovered just below the surface within my body all day.

Within five minutes, his mouth had aroused my body to an excited state, I was sure that my juices were running freely down in my pussy. At last, he pulled back and his mouth moved up to mine. I let him kiss me, what was the point of resisting now ... he was going to have me? I felt something firm slide into the wet channel between my thighs, it felt good. It was nowhere near as big as Jeremy's, this felt much like my husband's penis. I couldn't stop it, I let out a loud whimper from behind our joined lips.

He broke the kiss, pulling his head away, but staring intently into my face, "I knew it, you are hot ... you want it so badly. It's a shame little Jeremy couldn't pleasure you with that big cock of his, but he's still a boy. I've got what you want, babe. I can read the want in your face, your eyes. You need this bad."

My God, was I really that obvious? But he was right, I had been hot for sex since the moment I woke this morning. I tried to tell myself that he couldn't really see that in me. He was just continuing to be the arrogant, cocky young kid that he had revealed earlier.

His face plunged in for another passionate kiss with plenty of tongue. I let mine respond, first in my mouth, then chasing his into his mouth. I figured that if this was going to happen, I might as well let myself enjoy it. It was already obvious that Kurt knew a lot more about pleasuring a woman than Jeremy.

The hard wall against my back gave me no flexibility to move around, something I wanted to do in response to his lips and tongue on mine, and his hard erection slicing up and down in the wetness from my clit to vagina. I had already asked him if we could go to the bed. If I asked again, he might interpret that again as my wanting and needing him. It was becoming real but I didn't want to let him know it ... not just yet.

His knees were bent and they shoved in between my knees, keeping my legs spread wide and lowering his body parts to below mine. I felt his knob catch in the spreading entrance of my vagina, abruptly stopping those arousing slides up to my clit. I whimpered the loss of his friction on my little bud.

"Don't stress Adam's ******, you're more than ready," he informed me and I cringed at what he called me, not wanting to be reminded at this most intimate moment that this was one of my **** friends, who was on the verge of fucking me.

I felt his two hands grasp the backs of the tops of my thighs, hoisting my legs completely off the ground. I was shocked, I had never done it this way before. My body hung there against the wall, held up by his hands gripping me just below the cheeks of my arse. Gravity caused my vagina to slide down over the hard shaft that he had conveniently positioned under me. He was halfway inside me in one slick motion.

"Oh," I gasped, "oh my God, you're in already."

"I told you babe, you're more than ready ... hang on, there's more." With that, I felt the whole of his erection slide all the way up inside me as his hands settled my whole body down to rest on his strong penis.

"Oh yes," I mumbled eagerly, relishing the feel of his hardness inside me, in that moment giving up far more than I wanted him to know. I couldn't help it, despite being held up against the wall, his filling of me was akin to the pleasure I had been receiving from fruitful wholesome rewarding sex from both my husbands over the past 21 years. Even though my first husband had been constantly unfaithful to me, sex with him was always good. And I had been so thankful that my second husband picked up where the first left off.

Except for the awkward uncomfortable position braced up against the wall, this was how I had expected to feel a few hours ago in my husband's office. Only there, I would have been lying on his hard desk. Perhaps much the same, I thought, as Kurt started to withdraw his cock while holding my vertical body steady against the wall. I figured this would be the hard part, but he did it exceptionally well and in no time, his hard erection was pushing back up inside me, all the way to the hilt.

As he picked up the tempo, I was amazed to feel very strong pleasure pulses coming from deep within my lower body. 'Surely I won't be able to cum this way,' I mused as I settled in, gaining confidence that I was not about to fall in a heap on the floor ... that Kurt had my total pleasure in his hands.

I would have loved to feel his mouth again on my nipples ... that would have really sent me over the top, but I guess he couldn't bend his head down lower while he held the weight of my body upright over his cock. I felt the pulsing coming closer to the surface. I so wanted a big O right now, but I was hesitant to let myself give in to the intense feelings after the great disappointment that Jeremy's big penis had been. All of that meat, all of that movement ... but no finesse in how he used it. I looked over Kurt's shoulder and saw Jeremy in the doorway, watching us. I wanted to scream at him to get out. After all, sex is not a spectator sport, but then I guessed that he might learn something by watching his friend Kurt take me.

I was gasping, breathless now, the feelings building behind my clitoral bud drew my attention back from Jeremy. For the first time in this crazy day, I believed a release was possible for me. My fear was that once I gave my body permission to let go and pursue the big O, there was a danger period of 30 to 60 seconds, before my body would go over the top, where Kurt could spoil it by coming before me.

But I was now too far gone, forget the analysis, just let me cum. My body gave in totally to the sensations, carried along by the strong ******** thrusts up into me by this obviously experienced young man. I could feel my release closing in, and I could hear Kurt's breathing becoming ragged, his penis seemed to swell, his strokes shortened. 'Oh God no, don't cum before me!' I almost screamed out.

Powerfully, the wave of orgasm washed over me. I am loud when I cum, I screamed and muttered appreciative thankful platitudes to this young man who had blackmailed his way into my vagina. Oh, thank God he had! This was the release I had craved all day. And the self-centred, arrogant young man was thoughtful enough to hold his thrusts, waiting for me, allowing me to draw every scrap of pleasure from my pulsing, throbbing clitoris while his penis remained jammed fully up inside me. Oh, what supreme bliss!

As my brain cleared, I felt him shuffle us toward the bed, my body still suspended on his, carried in his strong arms. He tried to drop us gently onto the bed, but I fell the last two feet and he landed on top of me -- and still in me. That winded me, and I felt a sharp stab high up inside my vagina as his knob bottomed out with the jolt of our bodies hitting the mattress.

"Are you okay?" he asked, sounding surprisingly thoughtful.

"I think so, ooh, I thought you were about to punch through into my stomach." I took a moment to look up into his eyes, seeing a rare look of concern that had not been there since I met him. As I adjusted to where we were, I relished the new comfort of being under a man on my own bed. "I didn't feel you cum?" I checked.

"That's because I haven't ... yet!" he informed me, pulling back and thrusting fully into me to emphasise his equipment was still intact.

"Oh, I see ... I mean, I feel. Do you want to ... cum that is?"

"Of course, that's what I'm here for, to get my rocks off in you." Oh, why did he have to spoil it? The insolence and arrogance were returning, "But first, I think I might wind you up again."

"Don't bother, that's all for me. It was good, oh believe me ... it was really good! And I hate to admit it, but you were right, I really needed that. But I am a one orgasm woman, so don't waste your time."

"Now there's a challenge," he said as he began the long withdrawal to resume his powerful thrusts.

"Oh no, it wasn't meant to be a challenge ... really! Just go ahead and cum."

He didn't utter another word, he wore the look of a determined young man, steely eyes staring eerily down at me. In spite of his boast, I had no expectation of coming again. After all, on the edge of my orgasm, he had seemed about to blow himself. I figured that he wouldn't be able to hold that back, not now that he had resumed those long hard driving thrusts inside me.

It was true, what I had said to him. I have never been multi-orgasmic. It must have taken me all of a full minute of his resumed hard thrusting to realise that the pulsing from within was coming back. 'No,' I thought, 'it can't possibly be...'

Kurt kept pumping away inside of me while I just lay there under him, my back now softened by the supportive mattress, feeling the gentle throbs become a real-life pulsing that was building into ... wait for it ... oh yes, there it is, my second orgasm washing over me. Even better than the first!

I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't even realise that he was coming too. I was so out of it, delirious from the waves of pleasure, that I think I missed feeling his first two voluminous spasms of cum that painted my insides.

It had ended as a beautiful coming together of two bodies. Despite my guilt, my shame, my embarrassment at being so satisfied by a mere 22-year-old kid, I really wanted to hug him to me, to hold him in my arms, to mutter soft thank you's. I wanted to acknowledge him for giving me what my husband had today denied me.

But while I was just making myself more comfortable, he lifted up his chest from mine. My eyes flashed open to see where he was going, and I was ****** to watch as his penis made a long slow withdrawal, the head eventually springing into view with a strand of his and my juices still connecting us until he pulled away fully.

"No, don't go," I begged.

"Not so resistant now, eh," he taunted, back to his abrasive, sarcastic streak. I saw him turn his head to address Jeremy, who had moved closer to the bed, obviously to get a better view. "Hope you learnt something ... here, have another try, mate."

Kurt maintained a hand on my shoulder, firm but not **********, and before I could rise up in protest, Jeremy was back, his now familiar thick 8½ inches bobbing around as it neared my spread, exposed and wet pussy. My anger returned at their audacity to think they could use me in this way. All I could say was "This is definitely all over now!" before Jeremy had completely replaced Kurt on top of my body and I felt that hard thick knob once more at my entrance. "Stop it Jeremy, now. Get off!"

But he just ignored me, and with greater confidence after watching Kurt seduce me, he positioned his penis at my opening and pushed it home. I sure felt it, my inner lining was now very sensitive from having already had the two penises and I felt every inch of progress he made up inside my body.

He had learned from his first time, and maybe too he had learned from watching Kurt bring me to two enormous orgasms. I was tender inside and I flinched at the intense activity that a broad 8½-inch penis makes as it thrusts inside of you. But despite all that, it felt good. I felt much more confident too about the ability of this young man ... his face that hovered above mine, a face that I knew so well, but never before in this way. He smiled down at me, now he appeared proud and confident.

Despite how used my vagina felt, I found my body responding this time to Jeremy. 'Oh, surely not,' I thought, 'I couldn't possibly cum three times.' But he was much better, his penis was making all the right moves, hitting the right spots and gradually, I became convinced that I could trust this young man to deliver my body safely to one more big O.

I threw my all into it, thrusting my hips back up at him like a twenty year old, giving him the ride of his life. I now sensed this was going to be good. As the throbbing intensified from deep within my body, I felt guilty that I had belittled his first attempt and I wanted to let him know how good I was now feeling. "Oh my God Jeremy, yes ... oh yes ... do me ... do me!" A giant wave pleasured over me, "Now, cum now, inside me, my darling Jeremy."

I surrendered to the waves of pulsing, throbbing pleasure that raged through my body, at last totally satisfying all of the sexual frustrations that had built up in my body from early this morning. Jeremy didn't let up, he was still pounding that extra long, extended hard-on into my now very tender vagina.

I lay beneath him, accepting every last exuberant, youthful stroke until his cum eventually exploded into me once more. His exhausted body flopped down on me and I supported him, my arms cradling him to me in such a more intimate manner than I ever did when he was a kid, visiting his best friend's home.

At times, when they were both younger, I would hug one of them to me when he had an accident and was crying. I recall that many times, I had held Jeremy's sobbing smaller body to mine, cradling him in my arms. I never then envisaged that one day, when Jeremy had become a handsome young man, I would be cradling his naked body to mine while his gigantic cock spasmed its release of creamy cum inside my satiated and pleasured body.

At last, he lifted his head up to look down on me. Now was a difficult moment, I was wracked with embarrassment. I looked up into the eyes of this 20-year-old that I had watched grow from 4 to become a man. But now, his deflating cock was still hard enough to fill me in the way any other man's full erection would. I felt it move inside me and I couldn't help it. I squeezed my pubic muscles, gripping this beautiful invader tightly within my vagina.

"Oh fuck, Mrs. Bradley, that was awesome. Oh God, you are something else. For years, I've wanted to be right where I am now, but I never dreamed that you would be so into it, that you would make it so good for me. I was always so scared you would either laugh at me, or get angry and never talk to me again." The young man bent his head down and kissed me right on the lips, "You are such a hot woman. Thank you for making my first time so good."

What did I do now? Should I tell him to call me Barbara after all these years. Mrs. Bradley sounded way too formal for a young man to address me as while his semi hard-on still twitched inside my receptive body.

I didn't know where to look, his eyes were staring down into mine, probing me, causing me total embarrassment for what I had just let he and his friend do to me in my own bed. I turned my head, trying to look around the room. I wondered where Kurt was. Was he lurking somewhere out of sight, waiting for Jeremy to get off me so he could have one more go? After all, he had only cum once. I certainly hoped not. My vagina was so sore inside now after so much activity, and my embarrassment was only going to double in size if this situation were to go on much longer. I really just wanted them both out of my house now.

I felt Jeremy easing his penis from out of my body, his weight lifting off me. Maybe he had been sensitive enough to feel my embarrassment too. When he was again standing behind the bed, I spotted Kurt across the room, sitting in a chair. "**** man, I thought you were never going to finish. Good effort, mate, you did well. Give me a couple of minutes to have one more go at her, and then we'll go down to the pub, eh?"

I cringed at the way he talked about me, as if I wasn't even in the room, but I was pleased to hear Jeremy tell him, "No Kurt, she's had enough."

"Bull **** she has," challenged Kurt, still naked and he rose up from the chair and started to come toward the bed.

But Jeremy stepped in front of him, holding him back. Kurt was a good 4 inches taller than Jeremy and more solid too. I figured that if it came to a physical fight between the two of them, Kurt would win out and I would be taken again. As much as my body had appreciated the pleasure these two young men had given me, I now just wanted them out of my house as quickly as possible. The guilt of having two so young was closing in on me.

To my surprise, Jeremy won the battle of wills and Kurt backed away. That was big, because I would imagine that, even though Kurt had already cum once, having watched his friend plunder my insides with that big penis would have stirred his arousal to a new peak.

Having pushed Kurt out the door of my bedroom, Jeremy came back to the side of the bed and looked down on me, still lying prone on my back, naked except for the black stockings and the garter belt with suspenders that held them in place. My pubis was wantonly exposed, my legs splayed apart. The cum of the two young men was seeping from out of my still quite open vagina and labia, and rolling down into the crack of my arse.

"Thank you for everything," Jeremy said, his eyes revealing how genuinely grateful he appeared to be.

"Don't tell Adam," was all I could say, hoping that I could trust him to not reveal to my *** what I had just done with his best friend.

"You have my word," he replied, then asked, "Can we do it again sometime?"

"I don't think so, Jeremy, I am going to feel a huge guilt when I come to my senses. It's really not right."

He left and I lay there for another hour, reluctant to leave my bed and clean up ... to wash myself and change the sheets and dispense what had just happened in this room to only a memory.

This story is told through the eyes of a woman, Barbara Bradley, 42-years old, married for the second time. Her husband is Terry and she has two ********, a *** and a ******** from her first marriage. Two of her ***'s best friends have just given her mind-blowing sex and she still languishes in the after-glow.

I knew that I would have to move soon, to get up out of my bed, to go and shower and wash the smell of MILF sex off me ... to dress more ******** to welcome my husband home from his hard day at the office. This had been a day in which he had rejected his wife - the sexual temptress, unknowingly sending me into the arms of the two young men who had subsequently brought me an afternoon of sexual delight.

After I showered, I changed the sheets that were stained from the cum of Jeremy and Kurt, mingled with the juices from my body. At last, weary from the pleasant ravaging of my body, I stood in the doorway of my bedroom and surveyed the appearance of the room, ensuring that it would look normal to my husband when he entered in an hour or two. It was in this doorway that Jeremy had stood only hours ago, dropping his tracksuit pants to expose that gorgeous large penis, beginning the events that brought out multiple orgasms in me.

When Terry arrived home that evening, he was unbelievably horny, like out of control horny, wanting to take me to bed for a quickie before dinner. That could be disastrous because there was no way I could accept any penis inside my vagina tonight, maybe even tomorrow or the next day. Jeremy and Kurt had given me such a workout with hard-driving fucking that my passage was so sore and sensitive. It wasn't just the amount of sex from these two young men, but the size of Jeremy's penis that had filled me like I had never been filled before.

I stressed out while cooking dinner, wondering how I could quell Terry's need for sex. After he had rejected me at his office, my suspicions had been that he was having sex with his PA and that they may have planned a lunchtime session. But for him to come home this horny made me reconsider that he might be having an affair.

After dinner, I cleared our plates away and when I came back from the kitchen, I stepped up to the table, standing opposite my husband. Then, taking Terry completely by surprise, I got down on my knees and crawled under the table, pushed his knees apart and slid in between them. Reaching up to unzip him, I reached a hand in and pulled out his penis and closed my mouth over it.

The sound of my husband's moans as my wet mouth enveloped the head and half the shaft of his rapidly rising penis told me how surprised he was at my actions. Our two almost adult ******** still live at home, so we never indulge in any sexual activity out of our bedroom. However, Adam was away at the moment and our ********'s tertiary studies would see her out until ten tonight.

I really worked at giving Terry the best damn blow-job he has ever had. I knew that if I could get him to cum here at the table, it would dim his horniness enough to avoid the embarrassment and possible exposure that would follow if I showed pain if we had full-on sex. When I had built up a strong rhythm and I could hear his breathing becoming ragged, he did try to push my mouth away, yelling "No Barbara, I want you in bed, I want to fuck." But I pursued my task so diligently that he quickly gave up and allowed me to suck his cum all the way to the surface, having it spit from the tip of his penis and splash to the back of my throat. I even swallowed, which I am normally reluctant to do.

He somehow pushed his chair back from the table and I moved with him, so that when he opened his eyes again after blowing his wad into my welcoming mouth, I was still kneeling between his thighs. His now limp cock still rested on my lower lip, traces of his spent cum dribbling down to my chin. He laughed, "Wow, what brought that on?"

I just giggled for reply.

So I dodged a bullet that night. Although he had come home, wanting to make love to the woman who had seductively teased him in his office that day, my husband had alternatively been very impressed with my impromptu blow-job and the added risk of doing it in the dining room. So we went to bed, he very satisfied with the outcome of the evening and me obviously satisfied with the incredible pleasure that I had drawn from the two young men this afternoon.

In the days that followed, I thought about that afternoon of unbridled lust over and over. While I had told Jeremy that it would never happen again, my mind turned over and over, considering how it might be possible. I knew that it should not, that was when the moral me stood up and rejected the sordid scenario of (a) cheating on my husband and (b) doing it with my ***'s best friends, (c) with young men that were less than half my age.

It was hard to justify a rea*** for wanting to have another day like that one. Yet in the darker areas of my mind, a box had been opened and my body lustfully craved another opportunity to have one or both of them bring me the delights that I savoured that magical afternoon.

When my *** Adam returned from his holiday, I was nervous around him. I was constantly looking for signs that Jeremy or Kurt might have revealed to him that his ****** had given them an afternoon of unbridled sex. But Adam was just his normal happy vibrant self and it appeared that the boys had respected me and not kissed and told. Then I went on to worry whether their silence meant that they would pursue me again. What would I do, how would I react if they came to my door any day and wanted to do me all over again? I was afraid that I would have little resistance if they did.

About two weeks later, Adam asked me if he could have his friends around for a pool party. While I was nervous at having both Jeremy and Kurt in my home again, I felt that there would be safety in numbers and besides, there was no valid rea*** to deny my *** having his friends over.

The day arrived, a Sunday ... there was quite a bunch, 4 girls and 6 guys, including Adam. Naturally, Jeremy and Kurt were there, they were very polite to me, addressing me as Mrs Bradley, just as they had done when their penises were inside me. My husband Terry chose not to stay at home, going out with his mates to watch a baseball game and our ******** was also out with her friends, so it was just Adam's 20-year old friends and me, the 42-year-old ******.

I watched a fair bit of the swimming and all round horseplay of testosterone-driven young males and giggly teasing females from my kitchen window. Although there was a gender imbalance in the group, I did notice one or two decided couples emerge through the afternoon, particularly as the ******* flowed. Jeremy -- yes, he of the larger than life penis -- seemed to have hooked up with an attractive young woman.

Her name was Georgia and about 3pm she came into the kitchen to talk to me. It was pleasant all-about-nothing conversation at first, but then she got around to telling me how she and Jeremy had become an item just a few weeks ago. She raved on about her feelings for him and that she hoped it would really lead somewhere. Then she suddenly hit me with a bombshell request.

"Mrs Bradley, is there somewhere Jeremy and I could go ... err, I mean, in your house, like a room with a bed in it, where we could, like, do it?" She looked sheepish, like a little embarrassed, but she had still been bold enough to ask.

I didn't know what to say. My moral code was back in the previous generation, and each generation coming through perhaps pushed the envelope just that bit further. Terry and I had recently talked about our reaction if either of our kids wanted to bring a partner home to stay and to ***** with them in their room. We agreed that it seemed pretty normal to do that these days, although it would have horrified our own parents.

But this was a bit different. Why wasn't young Georgia asking her own mum if she could take her new love Jeremy to her own bed? She could see the stunned look on my face and was experiencing my long silence.

"If you don't want us to, Mrs Bradley, it's okay. It's just that we have been building up to this moment for a few weeks, and I'm ... err, sort of on heat right now. I ... err, oh God, I want him so badly this very moment and I am so wet down there. Mrs Bradley, it's not like I haven't had sex before, I've just never done it with Jeremy, and I so want to."

Just a minute ... I am getting information overload. Did this girl really need to tell me just how wet she was? This seemed so weird in view of my having had sex with young Jeremy just two weeks ago. "Did Jeremy get you to ask me?" I was curious to know.

"Oh God no, Mrs Bradley, he doesn't know what I'm planning. I wanted to get your permission to use a room, a bed you know, and just go back out by the pool and take his hand and lead him inside there. He will be so surprised."

I was at least reassured by that. I knew that I was only a MILF to Jeremy, but I felt great affection for him, not just for the sex we had had, but also for having seen him grow up from a 4-year-old to now. I hated to think that he would be blatantly flaunting his real love in front of me at this time. But Georgia's words reassured me that he was not, and in fact, I wondered then if Jeremy would be embarrassed that Georgia had asked me for use of a bedroom.

The next consideration, as Georgia looked to me expectantly for my answer, was whether she knew how big Jeremy was when fully erect. Had they petted that much for her to have felt around and found that she could not wrap her fingers around its girth. If she had had sex before, as she claimed, then she would know that other young men did not enjoy the dimensions that Jeremy did. Then I wondered further whether that afternoon that I had enjoyed with Jeremy and Kurt had been pre-planned to give Jeremy some experience at fucking a woman. In other words, to get practice on me because he knew he would soon have to perform for his new girlfriend Georgia.

That did seem a distinct possibility as I stood here in my kitchen on a Sunday afternoon, confronted by the cool young woman, Georgia who wanted me to let her use a bed in my house to fuck with her stud boyfriend. "Err," I stumbled as I struggled to give her the answer she wanted, "how about the guestroom, it's just back there behind the laundry, through that door there."

Georgia's face lit up and she reached out, throwing her arms around my neck, "Oh thank you, Mrs Bradley, you are so cool, Adam sure is lucky to have such a great mum."

She planted a kiss on my cheek and spun around to leave. She was almost to the door that led back to the pool when she stopped, "Oh, I suppose I better get it ready, pull the top sheet back, make it look like our little love nest. Is it through here?" she asked and I nodded as she trotted off to prepare the bed for she and Jeremy to have their first sex together.

Soon, she was back, calling to me as she passed through the kitchen on the way to find Jeremy out by the pool, "It's just perfect, Mrs Bradley, just perfect."

I went back to my watching post at the kitchen window and saw the bubbly Georgia run up to Jeremy as he stood by the pool talking to, of all people, my own *** Adam. What would he think of his ****** giving his best mate a room to go and fuck his new girlfriend in? Then I had a touch of guilt as I watched the three of them ... then again, what would Adam think if he knew that best mate had fucked me -- his ******?

Georgia had Jeremy's hand and eventually, she managed to take him away from his discussion with Adam. I watched as she led him half-way back to the house, then she stopped to talk to him. I could see the look on his face as she appeared to explain where they were heading. He smiled happily, as I guess any young man would when he suddenly found out he was about to bed his new girlfriend. I wondered if there would be a twinge of guilt from him for doing it in the same house as we had done it just two weeks ago. If he had been practising on me for this moment, there was a supreme irony about doing it under the same roof.

The explanation over, Georgia again tugged him along toward the back door that I stood alongside. I quickly busied myself, appearing to get some more food ready for the pool party. Georgia led Jeremy by the hand in through the door and I naturally looked up. She giggled, "Thanks again, Mrs B, and Jeremy thanks you too," turning her head back to her new boyfriend, "don't you hun?"

Jeremy looked at me very timidly, "Yes ... err, yes I do, Mrs Bradley." He looked to me as if it was a guilt look on his part, like he was looking to see if there was any anger from me. Perhaps my theory about him using me for practice was dead right and he was looking to see if I had worked it out.

"That's okay, guys," I said brightly, giving my tacit approval to what was about to happen in my guestroom. They quickly disappeared through the laundry door on the way to the guestroom just behind.

The laundry had a shower and toilet attached and with the guestroom on the other side, it was intended to be a self-contained area for a lodger or relation to stay in.

I went back to my cooking for the party and resumed my watch out the window, enjoying watching the frolicking by the pool of my *** and his friends. A few minutes had elapsed since Georgia and Jeremy had adjourned for their first sex session together. But suddenly I was startled by a loud shriek from the direction of the guestroom. I was in a sudden panic, it sounded like a woman's shriek, was Georgia alright? What had Jeremy done to her? I felt responsible if anything happened to her because I had given permission to use the room.

I looked out to see if the shriek had been loud enough to be heard out by the pool. They had music playing out there, so they hadn't heard a thing. I headed over toward the laundry door, went through it to the door on the other side behind which was the guestroom.

I heard another shriek, louder this time because I was closer and the sound wasn't now competing with the music from the pool area. Then the shriek was followed by "No Jeremy, no, don't."

What should I do? What was this young man doing? Surely not ****** her, he didn't need to, she seemed so eager to have him. I stood at the door, debating whether to knock. Should I intrude? Damn it, I knocked anyway, adding, "Are you two okay in there? Is everything alright?"

There was no answer, but when I pressed my ear to the door, I thought I could hear sobbing. Damn it, I was going in. I turned the handle and the door opened. My eyes adjusted to the semi-dark. I could see Georgia lying on her back on the bed, she was naked, her legs spread. Jeremy was above her, also nude, his legs between hers, that long thick penis of his rested on her smooth flat tummy.

"I'm sorry to intrude at such a moment, but I heard screaming, are you okay, Georgia?"

She was sobbing, seriously.

"She's become a bit hysterical, Mrs Bradley," said Jeremy, his upper body raised above hers, his straightened arms by her sides.

"Do you know why, Jeremy?"

He looked at me standing by the side of the bed, "I ... err, I might have been a bit eager to get inside her. I don't know if I hurt her or just scared her. After the foreplay, it was feeling so good and she was so wet down there ... I might have just pushed it in a bit quick."

I lectured him like a school marm, "Jeremy, did you learn nothing from me?" then quickly hesitated when I realised what I had just revealed out aloud. I think Georgia was too distressed to fully grasp what I had just blurted out. Since I could see his large erection resting on her flat tummy, the rest of what I had to say to the young man could justifiably stem from seeing his erect organ, so I continued. "What you have there is almost a lethal weapon, you must use it with care, particularly on somebody new. Georgia is obviously somebody that you care about."

"Mrs Bradley, we did have foreplay..."

"Perhaps not quite enough, Jeremy." I sat down on the edge of the bed, my left leg folded under me, my right still on the floor. I reached out and softly touched young Georgia's forehead to quieten her distress, "Don't stress honey, just calm yourself down."

She eased her constant sobbing back to occasional sobs and turned to look up at me, "I was so excited at giving myself to Jeremy, I didn't expect anything could spoil the moment. It's just that he's different to the only other two boys I have ever had sex with. Have you seen it, Mrs B, it's big, so big!"

"Yes Georgia, I have seen it," I was able to tell her so truthfully, but added "I can see it from here" to allay any suspicion that the young girl may have. "You're right dear, it sure is big."

"I mean Mrs B, I didn't know they came that big."

I was now using my hand to stroke her hair. She had certainly calmed down. She took me by surprise, lifting her head and dropping it into my lap. Although not yet joined to her, Jeremy shifted his body sideways to match her movement, bringing his face closer to mine.

"Georgia dear," I started, "I went through exactly what you are going through just a while ago. I came across a man who was just as well endowed as your friend Jeremy. I was as scared as you obviously are now when he took it out of his pants. I was silly and I ran away, but only because nobody had prepared me for coming across one that size."

"So what happened, did you overcome it, did you have him?"

I decided to blend two stories together to protect any revelation of my fling with Jeremy. I had started out talking about that neighbour from down the street, but now blended that story with having actually taken Jeremy into me. "Georgia, I told some girlfriends of my dilemma on being confronted with such a large penis. They persuaded me that I had really missed out on something special by rejecting the neighbour, so a few weeks later, I had the opportunity again, and this time I let him have me with that big penis."

"Wow, did it hurt you? I mean, it was like seriously hurting when Jeremy started to put it in me."

"Was that really pain, Georgia? Did it physically hurt, or was it just discomfort because he was so much bigger than those other boys you've had?"

"I don't know, Mrs B, it seemed to be pain." She paused, "Oh I don't know, maybe you're right, perhaps it was just uncomfortable, being so big and all. Was I being silly too?"

"No Georgia, I guess it was a natural reaction for a girl your age, but really, your vagina will expand no matter what size penis goes into you. I eventually found that out and it brought me exquisite pleasure." Continuing the stroking of Georgia's hair, I looked up to see Jeremy's eyes watching me intently, his face so close. He smiled when I said what I did and I smiled back at him, looking down quickly with guilt, hoping that Georgia had not seen our shared moment of reflection.

"Are you sure, because exquisite pleasure sounds really good. Can you stay, I think I'd like to try it again, but I would feel better if you helped me through it. I mean, like you've done it and all with -- I guess -- one just like Jeremy's."

"Yes Georgia, one just like Jeremy's." I paused, "but I don't know if I should stay. That's a pretty intimate thing between you two, I shouldn't be here with you."

"Oh please Mrs B, pretty please, I'd like you to stay, and I'm sure Jeremy won't mind. Will you Jer?"

"No I guess not," was Jeremy's response. But I was certain he would mind, I was certain he would be embarrassed to have me see him trying out his new technique on his new girlfriend ... technique that I believed that he had learnt from me.

Jeremy's agreement seemed to seal the deal for Georgia. She was a happy girl again, eager to have Jeremy for the first time ... and I was to be the reluctant witness to this sexual coupling. I had never seen any couple have sex live, and in the flesh, as it were. I mean I had seen sex scenes in movies, but this was different. I was perched on the edge of one of my beds, young Georgia's head lying back against my bikini-clad pubis, comfortably resting in the vee of my spread thighs.

I saw Jeremy resuming his intimate seduction of his new girlfriend, holding his massive organ, running it up and down her pubic slit, stirring her juices once more. She was obviously eager to enjoy this experience, almost immediately responding to his penis-tip strokes with quite loud sighs and moans. Georgia's head began to wriggle around in my lap as Jeremy's head came forward and his mouth devoured one of her nipples, right in front of my eyes. This brought increased and even louder moans and exhortations of her pleasure.

"Do it, do it ... I can take it now," Georgia urged her new lover as Jeremy's work on her nipples combined with his slippery sliding penis head to stir her budding clitoris to a new high.

I had such a great view, although I still considered myself to be too close to the action to witness such an event unfolding. I stared intently as Jeremy positioned his thick penis head at her squirming pubis, aiming the tip into her vaginal opening. This was, I guessed, about as far as he got last time ... an attempt that brought about Georgia's loud shrieks and sobbing that drew me into this room, and now left me in such an embarrassing position.

My God, so clearly right in front of me, I watched that humongous penis pushing forward into her opening, spreading the lips of her vagina to wrap around the head and then the shaft. She was taking it now without protest. I heard Georgia whimper as he pressed his penis deeper into her, but she managed to turn those almost protesting whimpers into encouraging moans.

Her arms came up, the hands raised in the air above her body. I thought she was going to wrap them around Jeremy's neck to pull his upper body down to hers. That would have blocked my view of the pushing and thrusting movements I was captivated by. But instead, she held her hands up in front of me. I wasn't sure what she wanted, but I tried taking her hands in mine. That's what she wanted. She grasped my hands tightly and through them, I kind of felt what she was feeling. It did help that I knew what Jeremy's big penis sliding into my own vagina really felt like.

I could feel every inch he gained inside her body, reflected by pulses inside my own vagina as my memory translated those thrusting moves of his into how it felt for me as each inch of his hard thick penis pushed deeper inside me only recently. And whatever thrusts I couldn't still imagine were conveyed so accurately to me through Georgia's expressive hands gripping mine so tightly.

It was slow progress, achieved in stages ... an inch gained, then a rest while she coped with the territorial gains made by the intruder. Minutes went by before at last Jeremy's pelvis rested hard up against her spread pubis. Then the excitement really started as he began withdrawing and then thrusting back inside, gradually building up some momentum while Georgia grunted and groaned and moaned, depending on whether this big penis was on an inward or outward slide at that precise moment.

She gripped my hands tightly, her head ground around in my lap and her hips began to hump crazily, lifting her lover up with her as if she had been doing this forever. Her breathing was ragged and noisy and an orgasm seemed imminent. I couldn't believe her good luck, although I had a sense of pride as I watched the young man that I had sort of trained, go about getting her off.

Now she was humping so hard that her hips were coming up off the bed, lifting his weight with hers. Loud incoherent panting gasps and then she was there, her whole body exploding in wild spasms. Her eyes were shut tight and just as well because Jeremy leaned forward and kissed me open-mouthed passionately on my lips as he too came, his cum exploding inside her welcoming body.

When he pulled his lips back off mine to loudly voice his own cumming, I looked down quickly, checking if Georgia had seen the illicit kiss between her lover and I. Fortunately, she was still riding her waves of orgasm, her eyes tightly closed, oblivious to the impulsive revelation of the connection between this young man and I.

What a turn-on, I was right in the middle of such an exciting scene. I now proudly believed that I had tutored this young man for just this moment, although I didn't know it when I had him inside me just two weeks ago. I had to leave this room, I was hot -- in heat, I had no doubt that I was wet, so wet, and that those juices would soon become so intense that they would penetrate the material of my brief bikini.

But Georgia was floating somewhere, her vagina full of Jeremy's thick meat and his cum spilled deep inside her fertile young body. She wasn't about to come back to reality and lift her head out of my lap so I could get up and slip out of the room.

"Thanks!" said Jeremy to me, acknowledging the help I had given to his carnal conquest of this young woman, I guess not just for my calming her down when she became a little hysterical, but for providing the bed in the first place.

"Just treat her right," I told him in a ******** way.

"I will, Mrs Bradley," he promised.

I needed to make my move, I lifted her head and eased my leg out from under her, sliding off the bed and tiptoeing silently to the door, making my exit.

Closing the door of the semi-darkened room behind me, I found myself back in my kitchen, sunlight still bright outside in the late afternoon. My **** pool party was still in full swing and I wondered whether I had been missed, whether my *** or any of his other friends had come into my kitchen wondering where I was.

God, I was so horny after bearing close witness to Jeremy's first sexual pairing with Georgia. The young woman had got what she wanted and Jeremy had got his rocks off inside her. But I was left high -- but not dry, so wet and so hot. Standing alone in the middle of my kitchen, I dared to slip my fingers down into the front of my bikini bottoms. Sure enough, I was wet, more than wet, there was almost a river running down in my pubic slit. I really needed to get off, but how and where, and with whom.

As if on cue, as I stood in the middle of my kitchen, searching for a pleasure source, that other friend of Adam, Kurt suddenly appeared through the door from the pool, "So how goes it, Mrs Bradley, you getting your share these days?"

I looked around nervously, checking to see that nobody else was approaching the kitchen. "I do alright, Kurt, my husband's a good man, he looks after me."

"He wasn't looking after you that day we came to visit you, Mrs Bradley. I seem to recall that he had just rejected you, even though you looked a million bucks that day."

I felt that I needed to defend my husband against the sexual arrogance of this young man, even though at this moment, my mind was whirling with thoughts of him urgently servicing my needs. "He was very busy that day, I just intruded at a bad time."

"The man's a fuckwit, how could he turn you down anytime?" Kurt kept moving closer to me, and I nervously backed up behind the breakfast bar so that he had me cornered against the kitchen bench, my back to the sink. He stood up close to me, in my per***al space, "So are you really telling me you're getting your share, Mrs Bradley?"

I was ****** to look directly into his probing eyes. I felt him place both hands on the bare skin of my hips. "I guess that sometimes it's not enough," I confessed, although not sure why I should be so honest with him. Was it my body calling out for me to seek his help?

"I knew from that first moment when I met you on your driveway that you were a hot one."

"I wasn't dressed very appropriately that day."

"I thought you were dressed very appropriately ... for hot sex. But no, it wasn't your clothes that day, Mrs Bradley, it was you, your body, your eyes, your lips, you just ooze sex."

"Nobody else has ever told me that, Kurt."

"Come on, you know you look great for your age, and you know what that does to guys, whether they're your age or my age. Look at this, I'm stiff from just being in your presence," and he reached a hand down and pulled the waistband of his swimmers away from his body so I could see his hard-on standing up and out. It was indeed rock hard. Just looking at it brought back such great memories of what that penis had done for me two weeks ago.

I wanted to reach into his swimmers and grasp it, to stroke it and introduce it to my body ... but not here, in my kitchen. Jeremy and Georgia could reappear from the guestroom any moment, or worse still, Adam or his friends could come in from the pool. I was trapped and vulnerable as Kurt had me pinned against the kitchen bench, my back to the pool.

I must have stared down at his erection for too long as his fingers continued to hold the waistband of his Speedo's out. "Look at you," he said, "can't take your eyes off it, can you? Where do you want it?"

I looked back up into his eyes, ashamed of myself. After last time, I swore I would never go near Jeremy or Kurt ever again. But I needed it so badly that I had no restraint, "You know where my bedroom is, you better go in first."

He didn't move, I felt the hand, that had exposed his penis to me, go to the front of my bikini bottoms. The fingers curled inside the material and his fingertips and his open palm descended against my bare skin. His fingers rolled over my clitoris and my body jerked in carnal response. Then they slid down the parted lips, "****, you are so wet," telling me something I already knew.

"Alright, damn it, I want it now," I admitted, then per***alised it for his ego, "I want you, Kurt! In my bed, now!"

The fingers stroked back up to my clit and I shuddered again. Then they withdrew and he turned away from me. I watched as he confidently strutted across my kitchen to the door that led off toward the bedrooms. Even his arse looked great from behind. He disappeared from sight and I turned around anxiously to look out through the window at the pool area.

Everybody seemed happily occupied with swimming, ******** and talking. I turned back away from the window, my feet began to move, tracing the same steps he had just made, taking me from my kitchen toward my bedroom. I figured he should be in my bed by now, and I wanted nothing other than an illicit carnal coupling with this magnetic young man.

But the closer I got to the hallway, I picked up the sounds of two male voices ... it sounded like someone was challenging Kurt and the young man was responding. Who else could be in the house? Jeremy would have had to come through the kitchen to be in that hallway ... the same goes for my ***, Adam.

The raised voices stopped as I stood frozen to the spot, halted in my mission to join Kurt in my bed and have him do to me once again what he did two weeks ago. I jumped in fright as a familiar face appeared in the doorway, My God, it was my husband, Terry.

"Hi honey, how's the party going?" But he didn't wait for my response, quickly adding "How about the arrogance of young people today ... I just came across some guy -- never seen him before -- he was strutting through our house like he belonged here. Turns out he was looking for the bathroom ... didn't you tell them to use the toilet off the laundry, honey? They might be Adam's friends, but we don't want them in our bathroom and especially not in the small one off our bedroom, do we?"

I was surprised and flushed, did my face show it? "No, I guess we don't," I had to agree to appease my husband. I hadn't expected him home for at least another two hours, "Darling, why are you home so early?"

"Oh, the ball game was a blow out, 10-1 in the seventh, I walked out. The other guys went to a bar, but I begged out of that, thought I best come home to my family. So how are the kids enjoying themselves, and did you miss me?"

I stuttered, "Oh ... err, yes of course! And I think they're having a good time out there." My head was spinning, was I imagining it or could I smell my heated arousal ... after all, I had my juices on my fingers ... more importantly, could he? Would he touch me and feel how wet I was? What if Jeremy and Georgia were to suddenly reappear after their sexual tryst? What would my husband think about my letting them use our guestroom to quell their passion? What if it came out that I was with them throughout, how would he take that?

And most important of all, I was still hot and horny, how was I going to get off now that my husband was home? Could I persuade him to take me inside to our bedroom and do me ... now while the kids still frolicked out by the pool? He was never an impulsive sort of guy, look how he let me down when I tried to be impulsive, going to his office dressed all sexy like. And, although I felt guilty thinking it, as good as Terry had been to me in our six years together, he had never made me hit the heights twice the way Kurt did in that one afternoon. I needed a stiff ***** before I could enjoy anything else stiff.

"Would you like a *****, darling? I think I could do with one," I suggested, backing up to the kitchen bench that Kurt had only recently had me pinned against, while his finger stirred my passion.

"Yes, why not," he answered, "I only had a couple of those weak beers they sell at the ballpark, can you pour me a whisky while I go out and catch up with our boy." To my relief, Terry went off toward the pool in search of Adam.

As I poured my husband a shot of whisky and got a rum and coke for myself, I noted that my hands were shaking. That was a really close call. If my husband had come home a mere minute later, I would have been in bed with Kurt and my marriage would probably be crumbling around me right now. I silently berated myself for being so stupid as to risk having Kurt take me in this house while others were here. Yet parts of my body hit back at my responsible side, telling me how I had to have Kurt again .. and maybe Jeremy too. As illicit as that afternoon had been, I had only exciting memories of it.

The two ****** poured, I took a big swig of my rum and coke, finding myself once more pressed against the kitchen bench, staring out through the window at the activities around the pool. I saw that Terry had found our *** and he and Adam were sitting on the pool edge, engrossed in conversation.

Suddenly I jumped, startled as I felt hands tugging my biking bottoms down. My head spun around, seeing Kurt's face over my shoulder. He pushed the bikini below my knees and his knee from behind nudged my thighs apart. His hands were on the cheeks of my arse and I felt him spread them apart, then a hard object that I just knew would be the head of his penis was pushed right up against my tiny puckered anus.

"No, oh God, no!" I pleaded, almost screaming the words at him as I felt him pressing his hard-on against my tiny anal ring. His hands had released my arse cheeks so that they gripped his penis, helping to hold him there and I felt one hand wrap around my body, his fingers immediately sliding within the inner folds of my pussy. I was still so wet there that they could slide around unhindered, immediately stirring my arousal at both ends of my pubic slit. One moment, the pads of his fingers were magically arousing my clitoral bud, then two of them were dipping inside my vagina, the finger tips quickly finding my G-spot on the upper side.

"Stop Kurt ... no, you can't ... no, don't do this, not here. Oh please stop!" My whole body was squirming around, trying to dislodge his penis from up against my anal ring and his fingers from the pleasurable distraction they were causing. "Stop right now, somebody could come in any moment," I pleaded, but all the time feeling the pulsing that his fingers were already causing.

"We can see if anybody's coming through this window," he told me, his fingers not letting up, but rather intensifying as he felt emboldened by the whimpers and moans that I now emitted between my impassioned pleas for him to stop.

"Not just from out there," I told him, "Jeremy and his girl, what's her name ... oh, Georgia, yes Georgia, they just did it in the guestroom and they could come out of there any moment." My body still squirmed around in his hold, but was it now trying to get away ... or was I squirming in response to the powerful sensations that his fingers were bringing to my innermost sexual parts, with his penis tip wedged at my arse.

"That's what makes it all the more exciting then, we could get caught by Jeremy and Georgia. Hey, so he nailed her, did he? Good for him, but how do you know that they actually did it in there?"

Should I tell him? Oh damn, I couldn't believe that I was actually having a conversation with Kurt while his penis was pushed up against my anal entrance and his fingers manipulated my budding clitoris and tickled my G spot alternately. "I was with them while they did it ... I watched them, saw everything, it was amazing. That's what made me so horny. See, it's not you that's got me this way!" I told him, trying to reduce his ego in spite of his confident sexual manipulation of my body.

My legs became unsteady, my thighs started trembling. I couldn't believe that I might cum like this, right here and now in my kitchen, with all of these people so close by. Oh God, if I do, please don't let me be noisy like I always am when I cum.

His fingers had done their work, I could feel my whole lower body responding. Strangely now, I almost liked the pressure of his penis head against my tight anal ring. I think I even initiated my pelvic floor exercises at this tenuous moment. That would have clenched my arse cheeks on his penis head in a series of spasms, to which he responded with words, "Oh yes, you're so hot, you do want it up the arse, I knew it, I can feel it."

"Not now! Some other time!" I surprised myself, admitting I might contemplate it and managing to tell him before his fingers brought on my orgasm and I screamed out my pleasure as the sensations hit me. His free hand quickly clamped over my mouth to silence any more orgasmic screams. I was so in the high of it all, my eyes wouldn't focus to see if anyone outside had heard me cumming.

There was throbbing from deep inside my body, somewhere behind my pubis and the sensations washed over me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I was held up awkwardly wedged against the kitchen bench, my legs threatening to give out on me, but Kurt's penis at my arse and his fingers foraging in my vagina somehow kept me upright. It was a fabulously intense finish, although I struggled to breathe through my nose as his hand clamped my lips shut to quell the screams of my pleasure.

I don't know how long we managed to hold there in that position as my body came down from its incredible high. At last, Kurt released his hold on my mouth and the first thing I wanted to know, as I looked anxiously through the window, was "Is anybody coming?"

"Only you," he said, "and you did a pretty good job of it."

"Oh my God, that was sensational," I admitted -- how could I not? I turned my head to try to see his face, "Thank you Kurt, I really needed that."

He would have realised that the moment was over, as I felt his fingers slide from out of my vagina, and I emitted a little whimper at the sensitivity of my pubic region at this moment. Then I felt his penis pull away from between my cheeks and I said, "Oh!" I don't know why, it just came out.

"Yes I know, I can see that you really wanted me to be pushing it up your arse right now, not taking it away," he told me.

"No, no I don't," I tried to claim ineffectually, but I was lying because by having his penis there, my memories of anal sex with my first husband returned and for just a moment, I contemplated the possibility of letting Kurt do that to me one day. That is, if we get through this day without our dirty little secret being discovered.

I felt Kurt pulling my bikini bottoms back into place and he stepped back, allowing me to straighten up. Oh God, I felt good at that very moment, despite the unsteadiness of my legs. I reached a hand out to hold the kitchen bench while my body recovered from the big 'o' that I had just experienced.

I heard voices and looked across the kitchen to see that the young lovebirds, Jeremy and Georgia were emerging from the guestroom. My head spun quickly to check that Kurt had buried his erection back inside his swimmers. Oh God, he had, but they were tented out so far that any observer could see how aroused he was.

I was sure that my face was crim*** with embarrassment. "So what's going on with you two?" was Jeremy's leading question.

"Just taking care of some business," Kurt told him with sexual implication in his words.

"Not finished business, judging by the look of you, did we interrupt something?"

"Jeremy, that's enough," I admonished, concerned at what conclusions Georgia might draw from this conversation.

"Well, it's just that he's got..." insisted Jeremy.

"Yes ... yes, we can all see that," I said sternly to my **** best friend, cutting off his words before he got to say hard-on or erection or even something vulgar.

For an awkward moment, all four of us stood there in my kitchen ... me with my face flushed, Kurt with his boner in his swimmers and Jeremy and Georgia just looking quizzical.

Jeremy at last broke the awkwardness of the moment, "Come on Georgia, let's go back outside and join the others."

She seemed to happily agree with that direction and took his hand to depart. But as they exited through the door to the pool area, I heard her ask, "Why did your friend have a stiffy, what's going on in there with Adam's mum?"

How would he answer her, but I wasn't going to hear that important reply. They were now both out of earshot. If he told Georgia what had gone on between the three of us recently, could we trust her to be discreet? "You better go back to the party too," I said, turning back to Kurt.

"What, like this?" he asked, pointing down at his so obvious erection.

"Oh God no, you better not, my husband's out there. If he sees you with that, after earlier finding you on the way to our bedroom, we'll both be in deep ****."

"So what are we going to do about this?" he said and reached down to pnce again draw his swimmers out over his extension.

"Oh no, don't show me that now?" I pleaded, knowing what I would really want to do with it in spite of my just cumming. I was captivated, staring down at his erection that stood straight out horizontally from below his six-pack.

"You know the only way that it will go down quickly," he suggested, pushing his Speedo's down to mid thigh and stepping closer. "It's either your mouth or your cunt, what will it be?"

I cringed at his coarse description for my vagina. I know it's only words, but my parents raised me to never use words like that. Still, I knew what it meant and I had to agree that I would need to decide on one opening to help him reduce his size quickly.

I looked around nervously, checking the group outside by the pool for any likely movement this way. "If I do," I said to Kurt, "will you promise me you'll watch and stop me immediately if anyone starts heading this way."

"Yeah sure," he answered casually.

"No seriously Kurt, I mean it. I don't care if you're about to cum, if anyone starts toward the house, you've got to stop me."

He mockingly put his hand on his heart, "I promise Mrs Bradley."

I accepted that this was as good an assurance as I was going to get from him. "Okay, come here," I told him as I backed up to the kitchen bench once more, "and keep your eyes on the pool area, no matter what." As he approached, I dropped down to my knees, reaching out to grasp his hard shaft as he closed the gap between us.

This was so dangerous, anybody could come in to the kitchen at any time. I knew this was going to have to be really quick. I looked up at the young 22-year-old as I knelt in front of him, holding his hard-on just an inch from my open lips, "Don't hold back, Kurt, not this time, just cum as soon as you can ... please!"

I pulled his penis to my open mouth, licking my tongue across the tip, then lifting it upward to lick along the underside of his shaft. I felt him shudder and his body rocked forward and back, then Kurt shuffled his feet closer to me, pressing my back right up against the cupboards below the sink and the bench.

I really worked at giving him my best ever blow job. I used my lips, my tongue, even used my teeth to lightly graze his sensitive penis skin. I opened my mouth up wide and pushed his whole shaft in until the tip was up against the back of my throat. I used to gag when I did this with my first husband, but since being with Terry, he had helped me improve my technique. Terry reckoned I was now very good at deep-throating.

Judging by the appreciative sounds that Kurt was making as he stood above me, I figured that maybe Terry was right. I stole a peep up at his face high above me. His eyes were closed, I pulled his cock out of my mouth, "Jesus Kurt, keep watching, damn you!" I yelled up at him.

"Sorry ... I'm sorry," he mumbled, his eyes flashing open. "God, don't stop though!"

"Is it all clear, I'm only going to keep going if nobody looks like coming in," I threatened him and fulfilled that threat by waiting, holding his shaft within reach of my mouth.

I saw him look around diligently, "No, it's all good," he reassured me, "everybody seems content out there."

"And are you content in here, young man?" I teased, stretching the tip of my tongue out to lick his penis head.

He gasped loudly, "Oh God yes, just do it ... please Mrs Bradley."

With that, I pulled his shaft back across my parted lips, sucking on him, swirling my tongue around and around beneath his purple penis head. My hand began pumping his shaft, pulling on it, drawing his shaft across my wet lips, stroke by stroke, determined to have him cum quickly.

Suddenly without any warning, I felt Kurt's hands grasp the sides of my head, stopping my sucking movements, his penis lodged deep within my mouth, my lips creating a seal around his shaft. He had pushed his hips forward, wedging my head back against the cupboard. I couldn't move. Then to my shock and horror, I heard my *** Adam's voice so close, "Hey Kurt, what ya doing man?"

I wanted to sink to the floor, but where was he? I stole a peep upward. Kurt was looking straight out the window. My *** must be right outside the kitchen window, looking in. The fact that Adam hadn't asked, 'Who is that sucking you off?' convinced me that the height of the window sill prevented him from seeing anything below Kurt's chest.

"Just getting some water from the sink here, mate. Think I've had too much *****, just needed something refreshing," Kurt told him, sounding so assured and confident. I was a nervous wreck.

"Have you see my mum, Kurt?" my *** asked, his voice so close to me as I knelt at Kurt's feet, his hard penis tightly pressed almost to the back of my throat.

"Yeah, I just passed her, Adam ... I think she's gone to take a piss."

There was nothing more for a moment, just the playful sounds from the pool area. My eyes stole a peep up at Kurt who eased his hips back, allowing my head the chance to move. His hands left the sides of my head. I reached my own hands up and pulled his hard shaft from out of my mouth, "Has he gone?" I whispered.

Kurt looked down at me, a smirk on his face, "Yeah, he's gone!"

"Damn you, Kurt, that was scary. Didn't you see him coming?"

"You were doing it so good that I closed my eyes for a moment."

"Damn, I told you, Kurt. If you can't watch out, it's over." I started to rise up from my knees.

Kurt placed his hands down on my shoulders, "No ... oh my God, don't stop, I was so close, Mrs Bradley. Come on, just another minute, that's all it will take."

Reluctantly, I allowed him to push me back on my knees. As frightening and as stressful as that moment had been, I still wanted to complete my mission. I held his shaft in my hand and I brought it back to my parted lips, "But keep your eyes open, and cum quickly!"

I resumed, pulling his erection back into my mouth, starting up at the same pace I had been at previously, soon hearing his breathing quickening, becoming louder. It took more than a minute more, but soon he was panting breathlessly, I knew he must be close. With my mouth full of his penis shaft, sliding in and out rapidly, I stole another look up at his face. His eyes were open, but not wide. He looked to be in a euphoric state, confirming for me that I should prepare for a mouth full of cum.

I pulled on his shaft frantically, trying to push him over the top. He was panting loudly, it should be any second now. I felt the first spurt of his cum splash against the back of my throat. I made a murmuring sound as I gulped it down, clearing the way for his second ejaculation that blasted from the tiny eye at the tip of his penis head on my next furious tug of his hard-on.

I swallowed most of that one too while I continued to milk his shaft with my fist, producing a third voluminous blast of his creamy fluid. Now with more time to work with, I swirled this latest offering around in my wet mouth, over and under my tongue before slurping his cum down my throat.

There was less cumming now and I had time to allow the next dwindling spurts of cum to accumulate on my tongue before finally letting it slide down through my digestive system. I wanted to savour the moment, bringing such obvious joy to this normally aloof and arrogant young man. But at the same time, I was worried that in cumming, he would cease to be vigilant and we could be sprung with an obviously disastrous outcome.

My lips and tongue slurped along his diminishing shaft to drain it dry before letting my mouth slip off the end of it. I took one last longing look at his now almost flaccid penis, picturing its ridges in my mind until I would next see it. Yes, that's right -- next, because by now, I knew I must have him again. Not in this urgent, hurried way that today had been, but again in my bed, with time to appreciate his hardness, his virile youthfulness, his capacity to draw multiple releases from my body. Yes, there was definitely going to be a next time, and I would begin planning it in my mind even as I rose back to my feet and looked around nervously, amazed that we had apparently got away with such a cheeky furtive blow job.

Kurt had tucked his penis back into his swimmers and he could now rejoin the party without exposure or embarrassment. He actually smiled at me and reached a hand to my chin to wipe up some of his cum that had escaped my lips and lingered there. He held the finger in front of my face and I stretched my tongue forward and licked this last remnant of his cum into my mouth to process it in the same manner as I had with the rest of his ejaculate.

I dismissed the small degree of guilt that nagged at my mind and set about heating up the next course of snacks for my **** guests. I wrapped the sarong back around my bikini so as not to appear overly sexual to our young guests, then picked up the tray and went out by the pool to offer the food around.

I felt a playful hand slap my arse and spun around, hoping it was not Kurt or Jeremy being too familiar. I was relieved to find that it was my husband Terry, who told me, "You look hot tonight, babe ... what say we get something going in the bedroom as soon as this crowd goes?"

Alright, I admit that I did feel guilt as I looked at Terry and wondered if my suspicion about he and his PA might have been unfounded. It was that suspicion that had pushed me into bed with both Jeremy and Kurt that fateful day two weeks ago. Of that day, I could convince myself that these two young men had set out to seduce me. But now -- tonight - I was becoming the instigator and I wanted more of these young men ... hopefully, not at the expense of my marriage.

When Adam and his friends wound up the pool party and headed off into the city to party on at one of the night-clubs, Terry and I at last found ourselves alone. I apparently still looked good to him, and sure enough, we did get something going in bed that night ... and it was fulfilling to us both.

I woke late on the Monday morning after my *** Adam's pool party for 9 of his friends. My husband Terry had already left for work so I lay there in my bed, reflecting on how my quiet suburban life had changed in the past two weeks.

Terry is my second husband and we have been married 5 years. I am not at all unhappy with him, either as a loving companion and new ****** to my almost adult kids, or as the competent lover that he is. So how did I get into this ticklish situation where I now respond – no, not just respond – I sexually crave two of Adam's friends, Kurt and Jeremy.

Admittedly, the two of them knowingly set out to come to my home to seduce me, well aware that Terry and Adam were not there. But I could have said no, how did I allow myself to be seduced in this way, by two young men, 20 and 22, a generation younger than me? I searched for a fault in my marriage that might have prompted me to take these two young men into my body.

The only thing that fateful day was that I had dressed very sexy and gone to my husband's office with a view of seducing him, but he rejected me out of hand, sent me away because he was too busy. So the boys got me on the rebound, as it were, and they took full advantage of my momentary weakness. But that was then, and this was now, two weeks later, and yesterday (Sunday), I had behaved like an out-of-control slut.

I had gone in to our guestroom and allowed the young woman Georgia to lay her head in my lap while her new boyfriend Jeremy – he of the large penis – had fucked her. Then, standing in my kitchen, I had allowed the surly, arrogant Kurt to finger me to an orgasm while the head of his penis was wedged tightly up against my anal ring. Finally, I had knelt down on the floor and given Kurt a blow job, even while my *** talked to him through the open window above. My God, what depravity had I sunk to? Now that I had pretty much dismissed the hunch that Terry may have been having an affair with his PA, why did I still need to behave like this?

It was also amazing good luck that Terry had not sprung me in bed with young Kurt, which is where I had so wanted to be, and would have been, but for good timing when my husband came home early.

Yes, I did seem to be out of control. Yet, as I lay here in my bed, the other side still warm from my husband having slept there, my fingers trailed over my breasts and slid in among the lips of my pubis. And my mind roamed over how I could arrange another session in this very bed with Kurt and possibly Jeremy – the latter depending on how monogamous his new relationship with Georgia was.

Would I appear too eager if today I called up Kurt and invited him over one day this week when I was home alone? But I realised that I didn't even have his number, so would I have to roam around in my car to the usual haunts that Adam and his friends frequented, hoping to find Kurt without Adam nearby? No, that would not be a good look and would signal desperation to Kurt and Jeremy. No, I had to retain a degree of dignity about all this and at least wait for one of them to make the next move. I had confidence that they would, given the pleasure that they had both derived from my mature body.

It was hard getting through this week. I jumped up every time the phone rang, but they never called. I was very cautious about what I said around my ***, not wanting to arouse any suspicion. After all, I was unsure how discreet this pair would be. How good was their relationship with their buddy Adam? Were they likely to try to gloat over their sexual conquest of his ******? But I saw no sign that Adam had any suspicion about me.

On Friday afternoon, as I reflected on the lost week just gone, and contemplated that nothing could happen on the weekend due to Terry and Adam being around most of the time, I got a call.

"Hi Mrs Bradley," it was Kurt - he who didn't say much, just let his penis do the communicating, at least around me. That was it, then silence, waiting for me to acknowledge him.

I have to admit that I subconsciously adjusted my voice, attempting to sound sexy and sultry. What was it about this young man that brought out all the wrong things in me. "Hello Kurt, I was hoping you'd call. I mean, I don't have your number."

"That's okay, you don't really need it. I will call you when I want you."

How dare he, how super confident, treating me in this cavalier way. I wanted to slam the phone down in his ear, swear at him, tell him to get lost, using the language that he would truly understand, words I would not normally use. Yet, hearing his voice in my ear, I felt a twinge down there, right around my vagina and clitoris. Without even being touched, I felt an arousal. Was it simply from hearing his voice? I reached a hand down and, through my skirt, pressed against my pubis before answering him, "So what do you want? What can I do for you?"

"Oh Mrs Bradley, you can do a lot for me. I never knew an older woman could be so hot."

"Not too much of this older woman nonsense," I retaliated defiantly, "I'm only 42, I can keep up with the likes of you, young man."

"Yeah, well that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Your husband fucked us up by coming home early last Sunday, just when I was ready to have your arse."

I drew a deep breath at the suggestion of anal sex with young Kurt. It was not that I wasn't experienced at that type of sex, but it had been over 7 years. My first husband had a leaning toward it, and I had indulged him because I loved him then, despite his philandering. Now my hand, that had been pressed against my pubis while listening to Kurt talk, slipped around to my back and down inside the waistband of my skirt. The fingers on the outside of my panties pushed the silky material in between my arse cheeks, putting pressure there against my anal ring.

"Kurt, we were damn lucky that he didn't catch us in bed together, another minute and he would have. I doubt that I would have been talking to you now, and my married life would be in tatters."

"Yeah, well **** happens, but it didn't this time. Sure, we were lucky, but let's not dwell on that. So what about it, would you like to have Kurt's cock up your arse?"

He was just too cocky for his own good, I needed to try to bring him down a peg or two, I tried disinterested nonchalance. "I don't think so, Kurt, I don't want to do it that way ... if you really want me, we could do it the normal way again sometime," I offered, not wanting to totally discourage him. "Even standing up against the wall again," I added, "that was quite exciting, I had never done it like that before."

"I suspect there's a lot you haven't done, and that's why Kurt's here to teach you, Mrs Bradley. So when can I come and see you again?"

I didn't want to sound too eager, "Err, let me think. Well, the weekend's out, of course."

"Does it have to be?" he interrupted.

"Yes it does, Terry and Adam will be around most of the weekend. I don't want to take any more chances of being caught. It will have to be a weekday when I can lay in bed with you and we can have the time to do different things..."

"Like my fucking you in the arse," he persisted.

"Oh, I don't know about that, Kurt, we'll have to see about that," I teased, my finger had slipped inside the back of my panties. It was now tracing the soft smooth skin on the inner cheeks of my arse, thinking about Kurt having his hard penis there, just like he did in my kitchen last Sunday while he fingered me.

"So how's Monday then, Mrs Bradley?"

"Yes, I'd say Monday could be very good, Kurt," I told him, trying to sound calm while silently stressing that I would have to wait 3 days to feel him inside me once more. "What about you come over early? My husband leaves for work about eight. If you wanted to park just down the street, you could come in as soon as you see him leave. But don't park your car on my driveway ... you know, the neighbours and all. When he goes, I will leave the back door unlocked. I will still be in bed, so you just go around the back of the house and let yourself in. You know where to find me, I'll be ready for you."

My God, how devious I had become, planning it all so meticulously.

"Sounds good to me," he told me, "see you Monday." A click and the line went dead.

Over the weekend, I must have been unbearable to my family. I found myself snapping at them over the most ridiculous things. I should have been happy, on a high because I would have Kurt once more on Monday. But instead, I seemed to be blaming them and their being around the house for my not being able to have him sooner.

At last, Monday morning arrived. I hadn't slept a lot through the night, I kept thinking about having Kurt come to visit me. Would it be different not having Jeremy there too? Could I bring myself to do all the things that Kurt may demand of my body? Obviously, I thought about his obsession with anal sex. When it actually came to his being here in bed with me, could I bring myself to do it, could I roll over on my stomach and bare my arse – my parted cheeks – to him, to let him have his way in there? It had been so many years since I had felt that experience with my first husband.

6.30am ... 7 ... 7.30 ... I had lain there silently, at last hearing my husband rise, go in to have a shower, then out to the kitchen where I was thinking of him having his morning coffee and some toast – his usual ritual. I had fortunately been to the toilet last night - vacated my bowels, I think the medical people call it. I mean just in case something happened back there. Then I had enjoyed a deep warm soaking bath. I came to bed late, letting Terry get to *****. I had hoped that he wouldn't wake up horny and want me this morning. I would have had to shower to make myself fresh again.

The bedside clock showed 7.50 and I heard Terry enter the bedroom, come up to my side of the bed. I pretended to be asleep when he leant over me and kissed my cheek. I felt guilty as he did that, knowing that even before he reached his office, I would probably have Kurt's penis up inside me.

I kept my eyes shut tightly until I heard the click of the front door closing. I jumped out of bed, shedding my long negligee and going to the chest of drawers, taking out a sexy baby doll short nightie, not bothering with the matching panties. I grabbed the tube of KY from under my fresh supply of underwear. I dropped the KY on the bedside table and hurried out to peep through the front window. I saw Terry in his car pulling out of our driveway. I looked up and down the street, couldn't see any sign of Kurt or his car. Was he late? If he wasn't there to see Terry go, how would he know what time to come in? 'Oh, don't mess up this day, Kurt,' I thought as I hurried through the house and unlocked the backdoor, in the kitchen. I stood for a moment recalling the events of the pool party a week ago, the events that took place over by that window.

Then I scurried back to my bedroom, over to my bed. I straightened out the sheets, threw back the doona so that I would be lying with only a sheet covering me. I lay there on my back to wait, I found myself nervous. The first time it happened, there was no planning, it was all impulsive and at the guys' bidding. This time, I was the instigator.

The minutes ticked by, the house was silent, and my nerves increased. 'Oh please, come soon,' I silently pleaded. I slipped my fingers down to my pubis, found that I was already wet there, just from my eager anticipation.

My mind raced, I had very carnal thoughts. On an impulse, I rolled over to one side, I reached out and grasped the KY tube, lathered some on my fingers and slipped them back around to my arse. I pulled my legs up under me to part the cheeks and my fingers slipped in to my anal ring and I spread the sex gel all around, even daring to slip two fingers inside my anus to make it slippery deep in there.

The preparation completed, I grabbed a pillow and placed it midway down the bed, then I rolled over onto it so that my tummy was lying on the pillow. It had the effect of raising my arse up higher than the rest of my body. I reached my hand back and placed the KY tube to balance on one arse cheek. Then I settled my head onto the remaining pillow and continued to wait impatiently.

Moments later, I thought I heard a sound, was that the back door clicking closed? My head on the pillow was turned away from the bedroom door. I wondered if I should turn my head to be able to see Kurt come in to my bedroom. I heard another sound, was that someone entering my bedroom? For a horrible, terrifying few seconds, a frightening thought hit me. What if Terry forgot something and came back to the house to find his loving wife lying face down on the bed, her bare arse raised in the air, and lube liberally spread between the cheeks?

I heard more sounds, closer. I was now certain that there was someone in the room. I assumed, and hoped, that it was Kurt. But he hadn't said a thing about finding me this way, the suggestion implied by the way in which I lay – the KY tube prominent on one bare cheek - that he would get his wish and take me in the arse. Then again, I had already found him to be a young man of few words.

This was nerve wracking, I heard what I thought to be the sound of clothes being removed. I definitely heard shoes falling on the floor, the sound of a belt buckle. I wanted to turn my head to the other side and look, to again see this virile young man, who was about to take me where I hadn't been taken in years.

I felt the bed move, from the weight of someone on the side of it, either sitting there or maybe placing one knee while he faced my half naked body. What was he doing? What was he thinking right now? Was he excited to see me this way? He might be taking in the sight of my raised arse cheeks, with the gel glistening in the darker recesses between them, and the tube of KY for him to use left perched precariously on the smooth top of one cheek.

I jumped at the first touch of his fingers grazing my smooth soft arse cheek, lifting off the tube of KY. I guessed that he would be very happy at this moment, that he would be squeezing the KY onto his fingers and coating his penis with the gel. His penis would have to be hard by now, seeing the tiny target of my proffered puckered anal ring nestled deep between the cheeks of my arse.

Since Kurt wouldn't acknowledge me or say a word, I broke the silence, "Good morning young man ... so, are you surprised?"

"Very!" was Kurt's curt reply.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes!" was his husky voiced reply from somewhere just above and behind me. "I didn't think you would let me do it."

"You seemed very insistent."

"Have you ever done it before?" he asked me.

"Yes, my first husband liked to do it."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh yeah, it was alright," I told him, "not as good as putting it in the right place. How about you, Kurt, how many women or girls have you done this way?" I was curious.

His voice seemed to catch on his saliva, or was it dry mouth instead, "None, you're gonna be my first."

I was surprised to hear his admission, even more surprised that he would reveal that to me. He had seemed so keen that I figured he was experienced at anal sex. Now I was hearing the normally arrogant, cocky young man sounding just a bit unsure of himself, hesitant even. I wished that I could see his face. "Do you still want to do it then, or will I roll over and you can have me the usual way?"


"No, it's okay!"

"We could still try it later," I suggested as a compromise.

"No ... no, it's now, I want to do this now."

"Do you want some help?"

"No, I've read stuff, seen porno stuff, I know what I'm doing." The usual gruff and moody young Kurt was back, regaining his confidence.

I felt him grasp my hips with both hands and my lower torso was hauled up, ******* me onto my hands and knees. I felt something hard pushing between the cheeks of my arse, it was obviously the head of his penis. Then it was sliding around the well-lubed inner surfaces of my cheeks, dipping into the cleavage until the rounded tip suddenly caught on my tiny puckered ring.

"Ohh!" I heard Kurt gasp as the head of his penis was captured by my anal entrance.

With his lack of experience, I was apprehensive that he would try to come in too fast. "Easy Kurt," I urged, "not too quick, I don't want you to hurt me. It can feel good for both of us, but you've got to go slow."

"Yeah, okay ... okay!" were his dismissive words, rejecting my advice. I felt pressure back there, he was pushing his penis, trying to make it fit in through my tiny opening. His penis slipped on the coating of gel and it speared upward within my arse cleavage. "Damn it," he muttered, obviously frustrated at it not immediately going in the way he wanted.

"You'll need to hold your penis steady with one hand and just push gently until you feel my sphincter giving way," I advised.

"Yeah, okay, just let me do it, alright," he was getting testy, probably embarrassed at his lack of experience.

I held my breath, determined not to say anything more, if I could help myself. I felt him pressing inward again with his hard erection. He must have taken my advice and be holding his shaft steady because it didn't slip this time. I tried to relax in spite of the firm pressure coming at my arse and then I felt the sphincter give way, opening up to let the knob of his penis into my anal passage.

Ooh, I felt very full, I had forgotten this incredible feeling of fullness in my rectum as the penis begins to occupy all the available space. I heard him gasp loudly, sounding like he was enjoying the tight sensations on his penis as it was gripped tightly by the inside of my arse.

Then he was pushing some more, I could feel his penis shaft making ground inside my rectum, going ahead an inch at a time. It had been so long since I had experienced anal sex. My memory of it was a mixture of good and not quite so good. He kept pushing and I felt some discomfort – not really pain. Then when it felt like I couldn't get any more of his solid penis shaft inside me, he stopped. I could feel his thighs and his tummy up against me and knew that he had seated his penis all the way home inside my rectum.

"How does it feel in there?" I dared to ask him.

"Oh God, it's great!" he enthused, unusual for a young man not keen to show his emotions. "Oh, feels like I want to cum, but I can't yet. I want to enjoy this a bit longer."

"You're okay, just do what feels good for you," I encouraged in a ******** manner to the young man 20 years younger than I. "If you have to cum, just do it, let it go."

Well, he did ... do what feels good, I mean. He began withdrawing until only his penis head remained inside my anus, then he plunged it all the way back into my rectum. Again and again he thrust, his loud grunts telling me how good it felt for him as his thrusts picked up speed.

I had no pressure on my clitoris this way and I knew I wouldn't cum. Still, I was enjoying giving this young man something he had wanted, but had never experienced previously. I stiffened my arms to hold my body upright as the thrusts of his penis in my arse grew harder and faster, threatening to flatten me on the bed. I could hear how close he was getting from his gasping breaths and loud moans of pleasure.

Then abruptly, I felt a warm creamy flow deep inside my rectum and then the spasms of his penis as it spurted his cum into my arse. His weight came down on my back as his upper body hung over mine while his penis spasmed in my arse.

Then he was still with only little pulses coming from his deflating penis. When his erection had gone down enough for him to slide it out of me, he did so and my body fell flat down on the bed, the pillow that had been beneath me long removed. His body dropped down alongside mine and I felt his now soft penis lounging on one of my arse cheeks, still dribbling remnants of his cum onto my naked skin.

We slept, totally at peace.

When I woke, it was almost 11am and I was hot and ready for some action deep where it would bring me most pleasure. I peeped around at the still ********** young man beside me, debating whether to wake him. I didn't and instead went to the bathroom to take a pee. By the time that I returned to my bedroom, Kurt was awake, a pillow propped behind his head. His eyes scrutinised my 42-year-old body as I self-consciously slipped back onto the bed as sensually as I could.

"I think I'm ready for more," he informed me, one hand grasping his penis and slapping it against his bare thigh. It was a typical Kurt comment, announcing what he wanted, not what a horny mature woman like me wanted to hear, like 'How about we do it again?'

It was too much for me to expect consideration and bedroom manners together with a handsome buffed young body and great sexual techniques. I gave up on his being compassionate and decided to settle for more mind-blowing sex.

He did indeed seem to be ready for more as I watched that penis respond to his handling of it, reaching half erection in no time at all. Kurt reached for me ... I needed to speak up now or we would quickly be into it and I could risk an infection. His penis had been inside my arse and could be carrying faecal matter. I didn't want that in my vagina.

I escaped his grasping arms, rolling off the bed just out of his reach "Come on Kurt, it's time for a shower."

"No babe, only when we finish, eh!"

"No Kurt honey, right now, let's get your penis all squeaky clean. Don't forget you had it in my arse."

My words distracted him and he broke into a broad smile, a rarity for the normally sullen and brooding young man. "Yeah!" he mouthed enthusiastically, his obvious enjoyment of our first anal sex reflected on his face.

I took his hand and managed to drag him into the bathroom. I turned the shower on and when my outstretched hand told me the water temperature was just right, I stepped into the shower stall and he followed right behind me.

Everything between us was new and I enjoyed being the mature supposedly experienced woman being led along by the horny adventurous young man, trying new things that occurred at his whim.

The tumbling water from the shower cascaded over our two bodies. He pushed me face forward to the wall, placing my open hands over my head flat against the tiles. Then his hands played everywhere, soaping, stroking, fondling, caressing and inserting. 'Was that only his fingers, or was that his hard... oh my God!'

Now my face was flattened against the wall tiles too, turned to one side, feeling his fingers pushing and probing everywhere, all over. I felt pulsing, it was exciting. I spread my feet further apart, willing his fingers to probe me deeper and more intimately.

Then his hands were on my shoulders, spinning me around, my back now against the wall tiles, my eyes looking up into his dark brooding eyes, a day or two's growth of whiskers across his chin and above his lip. The top lip sort of curled in an insolent sneer while his wet soapy fingers once more found their way to my magic button, re-establishing the pulsing from deep inside my body.

I craved a kiss from him and I brought my whole head forward, my mouth already open, seeking contact with his lips. But he twisted his mouth away from mine just as I thought that a kiss was imminent. And then the fingers ... his fingers ... became even more insistent and his mouth that evaded mine at least found one of my hardened nipples and he sucked on it greedily. It was the final trigger and I came strongly, my pulsing pubic mound humping enthusiastically on his expert fingers.

My body began to sag, slipping down the wet wall as an orgasm washed over me. Kurt's hands caught me on my downward slide and he pulled my body to his, my spread thighs and the pouch above conveniently slotting over his extended erection.

I wanted him to carry me back to my bed and lay me down there to willingly accept whatever he would do with me. But our bodies were both wet from the shower, and I knew that stopping to dry our bodies would restore reality. It did, although he dried me quickly before I took the towel from him to dry his body too.

"Let's have a swim," came his surprise suggestion.

"What, now?" was my astonished reply.

"Yes, just as we are."

"But it's outside, I couldn't be naked out there." I looked him up and down, noting the hardness of his penis, "And not with someone other than my husband."

"What's wrong, you have privacy out there, the neighbours can't see in, can they?"

"Err, I guess not," I had to concede.

"Then it's settled, come on," and this time it was he dragging me and we headed out the back door to the in-ground swimming pool where my *** and his friends had partied only just over a week ago.

Kurt let my hand go and immediately dived in, surfacing and rolling over onto his back, his erect penis looking like a periscope on a submarine. "Come on Mrs Bradley, the water's warm."

I hesitated for only a moment before I too dived head first into the water. I evaded his reaching arms and managed two laps before he repositioned himself and I could not avoid swimming into his arms. It was what I wanted anyway ... I needed to feel his strong young arms holding me, to have my vagina close over that tempting hard-on and let him now use my body to derive his ultimate pleasure.

Kurt pushed me back against the pool wall and I lifted my bare arms and rested them along the pool edge on either side of my head. Only my head, shoulders and arms were in contact with the pool surface. The rest of my body floated in the warm pool water, the surface lapping under my chin.

We were in a part of the pool where he could stand and he slipped his body in between my floating thighs. I felt him stroking that hard-on against my clitoris and then testing the opening of my vagina, sliding the head in between the parted labial lips.

A gentle push, then another and he was inside me, just where I wanted him to be. It felt so good as Kurt began to thrust ever so slowly and gently, building up an easy going rhythm that I guessed we could maintain for maybe an hour ... the way my body was just floating there in the water – and provided he could hang on that long.

Minutes went by, but we weren't counting them. I heard a sound from somewhere behind me. It took a moment to register what it was, so ******* was I by the surroundings, by the ambience and by the carnal intentions of this virile young man.

When the sound did at last register, I spun my head around quickly, "God Kurt, what was that? Is that the side gate?" I was in a panic, who was entering my backyard ... my husband, my ***? It would be devastating for me if it was either.

My eyes, that had been closed in my reverie, quickly refocused, there was somebody there, coming from the side gate toward the pool where Kurt and I remained seductively joined. As I managed to identify the visitor, I realised it was the best possible option, "Oh Jeremy, goodness me, you gave me a start. What on earth are you doing here?"

"Hello Mrs Bradley, I heard there was another party at your place."

"Sorry Jeremy, this one's a private party, and we did start without you," I told him, my eyes returning to study the face of the young man whose pelvis gently thrust his hard penis into my accepting body, stirring up swirling waves of water around us.

But the sound of a female voice startled me just as much as the closing of the side gate had. "Wow Mrs Bradley, you ... and Kurt ... and he's inside you ... you're actually fucking Kurt!"

My head spun once more and I could now see young Georgia, the new girlfriend of Jeremy peeping around from behind his back, the two of them now standing on the pool edge, right above Kurt and my fornicating bodies.

Jeremy corrected his new girlfriend, "No sweetheart, he's fucking her ... she's not fucking him."

"Does it really matter who's doing the fucking, Jeremy," countered Georgia, "the thing is he's got his cock inside her, and she's as old as his ******."

That hurt, I cringed, she was right, what was I doing here with these young people? I was old enough to be the ****** of any of them ... but worse still, I was the ****** of one of their best friends. Now it seemed that Georgia had been included in the loop, increasing the possibility of my illicit relationship with Kurt and Jeremy being exposed.

I had felt such intimacy with Georgia only 8 days ago when her head lolled in my lap while Jeremy drove his massive organ into her vagina. But now – here on my property – she represented a massive threat to maintaining the secrecy of my illicit affair with Kurt. Did she also know that I had taken Jeremy as well?

Jeremy and Georgia now stood above Kurt and I, watching the aloof young man's smooth rhythmic thrusting into me. I wanted to be out of there ... to push him away from me, to have his penis pull out so I could climb out of the pool and go hide in my bedroom. Having witnesses to my carnal coupling with Kurt brought me embarrassment, yet as much as I wanted to, I couldn't stop Kurt fucking me right now. Not when it was feeling so good. The unusual surroundings of the water seemed to stop my body from responding the way I had previously with Kurt. But now it was there, and I once again craved release.

I took one arm off the pool edge, managing to balance my floating body on the other arm and on the back of my neck. I reached a hand out and curled my fingers around Kurt's neck as he stood there in the water, his body between my spread thighs. His upper body was well away from mine because my body lay at a 45 degree angle away from the pool edge, my legs locked around Kurt's hips, my feet somewhere behind his arse.

I heard myself whimper from the intense feelings his thrusting penis was creating inside me. Jeremy and Georgia and Kurt must have heard it too. My eyes were fluttering, opening and closing from the sexual emotion ... but I managed to see Georgia reach around Jeremy and slip her hand into the elasticised waistband of his shorts.

In spite of my own arousal, I still managed to wonder how big Jeremy's penis would be when Georgia's hand grasped it. Had witnessing his friend screwing me brought out that massive erection again.

I saw a lot of activity happening in the front of Jeremy's shorts as Georgia's hand played with his hard-on. I wanted to keep watching, I wanted to implore her to get it out, to expose this young man's amazing credentials. But the imminent onset of my own orgasm caused my eyes to close, to shut out any distractions, as arousing as they may be. I just gave myself wholeheartedly to young Kurt who had masterfully brought me to an exciting peak.

I used the hand that held Kurt around the neck to pull me off the wall, wrapping both my hands around him and hanging on, my head floating on the now choppy surface of the water. My lower body was out of control, humping my hips on his still thrusting penis as I came heavily and loudly.

When I could at last open my eyes and focus my vision, I saw that Jeremy's shorts were now down around his ankles. Georgia had got down on her haunches in front of her new boyfriend and was joyfully sucking on the head of that giant penis, the only part of it that she could manage to squeeze inside her mouth.

Kurt pulled his penis from inside me and guided me toward the steps of the pool. I stumbled up them, picked up a towel, dabbing the surface water off me and then collapsed onto a poolside banana chair where I would lay undisturbed, listening to the sounds of Georgia gobbling Jeremy's penis nearby until I heard him cum loudly. I managed to open my eyes briefly and peer through squinted lids to see young Jeremy cum into Georgia's mouth.

Everything quietened down after that. I didn't know where Kurt had disappeared to, but I needed a rest anyway. I lay naked on the banana lounge in the early afternoon sunshine, reflecting on the pleasures that Kurt had so far delivered me today. The soft feather-like touch of fingers traced on the inside of my upper thighs and I murmured my appreciation without even opening my eyes to ***** in the sight of the moody Kurt. Surly and arrogant he may be, but his sexual technique was great.

Lips replaced the fingers, edging higher, closer to my pubic mound. Something made me open my eyes, was it the smooth skin of the chin and cheeks of the kisser that didn't feel like Kurt. I recoiled in shock, I was looking down on the permed hair of Georgia, who by now was kneeling at the bottom of the banana lounge, bent over with her face between my upper thighs.

"Georgia, no ... what are you doing? I've never ... no, this is not right ... I'm not like that ... oh God!" As I tried to voice my reluctance, her head shifted higher and her lips touched my outer labia and her tongue swiped my inner lips. "Oh God, no ... no!"

But while my words were uttered to repel her intentions, my body was telling her something else, my thighs spreading and legs drawing up, raising my knees to spread my bits more for her oral attention. Beyond the hunched over body of Georgia who lapped at my pubis, I could see both Jeremy and Kurt, their erections in their hands, each lightly stroking. From where they were standing, they would be able to see the nakedness of Georgia from behind. Bent over as she was, they could see both her arse and her pubes, spread and clinically exposed. And they could watch Georgia's intimate oral assault on me at the same time.

Should I stop this? I wanted to ... after all, I had never been interested in kissing or loving women before. I wasn't a lesbian and I wasn't bi-sexual ... yet I couldn't seem to make my hands reach down there to take a hold of her head and push it from between my thighs. And the longer this went on, the better it felt. Now it became a matter of not wanting to offend young Georgia.

It was feeling good ... so good. Was this an impulsive move on her part, or had she done this to other females? Seeing the sniggering faces of the two guys, I wondered had they put her up to this?

Now her tongue was concentrating solely on my clitoris. As good as it had been to have guys – at least two husbands and Kurt – go down on me before, I was beginning to think that nobody understands how to do this better than another female. Her tongue swirled around in all the right spots and she seemed to know just how much pressure to use and when to back off to keep me on a high. I felt my thighs starting to tremble, the powerful feelings rolling from deep within me. I would cum anytime now. I was a bit embarrassed, cumming like this, my thighs wantonly spread while another woman pressed her mouth between them, eating me, bringing me to orgasm, and two young men watched avidly while stroking their penises. Was this really me – a mature woman who had reached this level of sexual freedom?

I came powerfully and my hips humped up and down on the banana chair, while Georgia kept her face wedged into my vee, holding my throbbing clit between her lips.

No doubt about it, I felt good, but I didn't get long to luxuriate in my umpteenth cumming this day. I felt Georgia move away, but that was only temporary. I opened my eyes to see her standing above my head, now at the top end of the recliner, her legs straddling the lounge on which I lay. Then she began to lower her body, to sit right down over my face. My God, she expected reciprocal attention. This would test me, could I really do this? It was one thing to have another woman lick me down there ... I was so hetero that I could always pretend it was a man doing it. But this ... looking up into the pouch of another female's genitalia, all exposed there in front of me.

Was I up to this? Could I bring her the intense pleasure she had just produced in me? Georgia squatted over me, I had this weird thought that she was in a peeing position. Her thighs shook a little, I didn't think that she would be able to hold this squat for long ... particularly when I began to lick her, which is obviously what she was expecting of me.

"Hold on, hold on!" it was Jeremy's voice, he was taking charge. "That banana chair is never going to hold you two, why don't you get more comfortable?"

My **** best friend loomed up alongside us, a towel in hand, "Here Georgia, come over here, on the grass." He looked back at me, still laying there naked, "You too, Mrs Bradley."

By the time I lifted my still throbbing body up off the banana chair, Jeremy had thrown the towel down onto the grass and guided his new girlfriend down onto her back on it. I walked over to them, Georgia lay there, her knees raised and parted, an eager look of expectation on her young pretty face. There was no getting out of this, she wanted mutual satisfaction and I was about to become intimate with another woman for the first time in my life.

I knelt down between her spread thighs and closed up on her exposed pussy. I took one long look up at her smiling face, wondering if she was familiar with this. Had she done this with other girls in school? Then I lowered my face into her crotch, my tongue sliding out and I licked ... just once and her body almost lifted up off the towel. She was going to be a willing subject.

"Okay Kurt, you see where you can join in," I heard Jeremy instructing, becoming the director of this little sexual tryst. I was on my knees, my attention drawn to the succulent pussy of Georgia laid out before my eyes. I felt hands on my hips from behind me, felt my knees being ****** to spread more. Then I felt a penis nudging within my still quite wet pussy, immediately zeroing in on the opening to my vagina. By the size of the male object, I knew it was Kurt, not Jeremy and his king size one.

He thrust himself inside me in almost one smooth fluid motion, filling me up sweetly and immediately began to slot into a handy rhythm of hard driving strokes. It felt good, even encouraging me in my licking and sucking of Georgia's clit. I didn't know how Kurt could be up for it again so soon, even for one so young and virile. Almost like he was reading my mind, Kurt informed me as he thrust hard into me, "I didn't cum with you in the pool, I so need this now."

Okay, that's alright then, I understand perfectly. Go for it, young man. It was the nice satisfying threesome to end this day of sexual freedom. Georgia came first, obviously so turned on by my expert tongue-play. I wasn't far behind, and then Kurt slotted his penis deep inside me and I felt his violent spasms delivering his cum into my body.

The three of us ended up lying entwined on the grass, Georgia and I with our bodies mashed together, our arms around each other, while Kurt lay up against my back, his now wet floppy still leaking cum onto my butt cheeks. He sounded like he was asleep. I looked around, Jeremy seemed to have disappeared into the house.

I felt that I needed to say something – anything - to Georgia after she had become my first female lover. "Honey, I just want to tell you that was so nice, thank you for making me feel good, and then letting me do you. I don't know if you do that a lot, or if I measured up to your expectations, but I just wanted to say..."

She stopped my awkward speech by kissing me on the lips, "Shush! Not necessary, Mrs Bradley, we just did something that felt nice."

"Oh God," I tried to continue, "I am so embarrassed that now you too know about me having sex with the boys."

Whoops! She pulled back to look at me and I wondered if maybe Jeremy had not admitted that he had had me too, particularly since he was now her boyfriend. But if so, she didn't say anything. However, her next revelation stunned me, "You shouldn't worry about doing it with Kurt, after all, your Adam has been doing it with Jeremy's mum ... for months, I understand."

"What?" I shrieked, startling her, "Adam and my best friend, Janice. Oh my God, how could he, that's so wrong."

"But Mrs Bradley, isn't that what you've been doing with Kurt?"

My hypocrisy was huge, I was so shocked that my boy would be in a sexual relationship with the ****** of his best friend, and yet that is exactly what I had been doing ... although maybe to qualify it, Kurt wasn't actually Adam's best friend.

She peeped around to see where Jeremy was, then whispered, "But don't let on that you know ... Adam told me so I don't know whether Jeremy actually knows."

I promised that I wouldn't say anything, but as we all cleaned up, and I said goodbye to my young friends, I didn't know how long I could keep this news to myself. I was already furious at Janice.

I was awake half the night, stressing over Georgia's revelation to me that my very own ***, Adam was having sex with his best mate's mum, just the same way that I had been having sex with Adam's best mates, Kurt and Jeremy.

At the dawn, I reached the conclusion that I would have to ***** a confrontation. I couldn't allow this to continue, even if it meant that my relationship with the boys would come out. I was just so offended that Janice – a mature woman - could allow this to happen, that she could seduce my precious *** in such a way. My God, could I hear myself? I had done exactly the same thing. It all must stop now. Terry left for work at 8 and at 5 past, I called Janice, "Hi, it's me, we need to talk about some stuff that's been going on. I think maybe that Jeremy should be involved too, is he there? Are you both free this morning?"

"Err, yeah I guess so, yes he's around ... but I'll need about an hour though. I haven't put my face on yet, can't leave the house without looking my best."

'Yes, I'll bet you do, especially if you're likely to see your lover – my *** - when you get here,' I thought, steeling myself for the confrontation that I now believed was inevitable. "Okay, then about nine, is that good for you both?"

"Yeah Barbara, that's fine. God, you've got me intrigued now, what on earth is so important?"

"We'll save it till then, see you!" I told her abruptly, hanging up the phone.

I was still in my negligee, but I had slipped a light gown over it. I hurried around the house, picking up a few things, making it tidy. Adam had been up late and left a few empty beer bottles and a snack plate around. I picked up his shoes and socks and a tee that he had been wearing and took it into his room.

I was tempted to drop the shoes loudly, to wake him up. I was just so annoyed at the revelation that he and Janice were getting it off. Placing the shoes on the floor beside his bed, I saw that he was still ******** soundly – on his back, the sheet had fallen to the floor. He didn't wear pj's, hadn't since his teenage years. He usually just wore a pair of boxers.

As my head rose beside my ***'s bed after placing the shoes down quietly, I looked across his body and my gaze was drawn to his penis - it was standing impressively erect, straight up, a solid core of male power. My God, it looked so good that I just stood frozen to the spot, admiring it. To think this handsome – and obviously virile – young man had come from my body twenty years ago. Just look at him now, pleasing Georgia and Janice with this impressive penis.

Terry and I had had him circumcised. Looking at it now, I was glad that we had. It looked so perfect, so smooth, the skin shiny and taut, the ridge behind the head revealed no indication that the skin had once been cut there all those years ago. I bent over to peep closer at it, a little embarrassed that I was perving so blatantly at my own ***'s penis.

It's just that I had become somewhat obsessed with the male organ of late, and was considering myself something of an expert. There had always been Terry's in my life, and of course my first husband. I knew the shape and texture of those like the back of my hand. But lately, I had added Jeremy's and Kurt's penises. Goodness me, is that word right, or should a multiple be called penisi?

How had he become so big in his *****? What was he dreaming of? My God, there was a clear drop of pre-cum oozing from the tiny eye of his penis. Before I could stop myself, I reached out a finger and swiped across the rigid head, scooping up the clear drop on the pad of my finger and bringing it to my lips. There was no taste, but I relished it and imagined there was. I thought that it should taste like honey.

I had dragged my finger across the tip of his erection quite firmly in my pursuit of that drop of nectar and it caused his hard-on to wobble back and forth a couple of times. I held my breath, hoping that he wouldn't wake, but the breathing went on ... slightly heavy breathing, I thought.

His hand moved, but he seemed to be still asleep. It shifted down his body and, would you believe, he grasped the hard core of his erection and pumped it a couple of times. It seemed to angle towards me. My God, is he offering it to me? My eyes tore themselves away from this hard penis. I stared at his face, his eyes, expecting to detect that he might be waking. But the steady sound of his breathing just droned on ... he was definitely still asleep.

I don't know what possessed me, why I would do such a thing, take such a risk. I can only think that this obsession I had developed about the male penis drove me to it. But I leaned forward and placed two hands so softly on the bed, supporting my upper body as my head lowered to just above the tip of his vertical erection.

My tongue snaked from between my now very wet lips – I had been salivating at the sight of his penis – and I stroked my tongue across the tip of his hard-on. It wobbled once more from the pressure of my licking stroke, but its solid rigidity brought it right back to the 45 degree angle at which it rose from his body.

My eyes shot up to check for any reaction on his face. There was none, not a flicker. I don't know why, but I tried again. My tongue swirled across the head of his penis and I checked for vital signs again. Sound asleep!

What was it, did I have some sort of death wish? Did I actually want him to wake and find his ****** sucking on his hard penis, giving him a blow job? A blow job ... now there's an idea! My God, what had I become? I pursed my lips into an oval shape and slipped them quite firmly over the whole head of his penis, locking the lips around the ridge behind the head. His heavy breathing seemed to falter slightly and I heard a positive murmur escape from his mouth.

I eased further forward, bringing my knees onto the bed so that now I knelt alongside my ***'s hips, my head bent over with the head of his penis in my mouth. Emboldened, I pushed my mouth down, inch by inch swallowing in his shaft until the head touched the back of my throat and I could feel his wiry short hairs against my lips.

His breathing stuttered again and that hand that had momentarily pumped his erection just before I started, landed on my head like it was holding me there. I peeped up his firm body, toward his face, but there was still no recognition, nothing to suggest that he was awake.

I sucked my mouth firmly all the way back up the shaft, and his whole body shuddered and his hips thrust upward, like he was trying to reconnect his hard penis back into the mouth that was withdrawing his erection from it. But just as my lips reached the top, holding only the head just inside my mouth, I plunged my mouth back down his shaft, faster and firmer this time.

"Uummmm!" he murmured and his hand gripped the top of my head so firmly, I could not lift up again even if I wanted to. I held just about all of his shaft within my warm wet mouth. "Oh Georgia," he mumbled, "you're getting so much better at that."

My God, it had to happen, what was I thinking? He was definitely awake now, although in his dreamy *****, he thought it was Georgia. My God, why would he think it was Jeremy's new girlfriend? Was this girl getting around with everybody? And what on earth would be his reaction ... to see that the woman who held his penis in her mouth was his own ******?

I peeped up, he still hadn't opened his eyes. He probably still thought it was Georgia ... but why? I couldn't get away now, I had come this far ... my *** held my head firmly over his hard erection while I sucked on it. I had heard of ******, but had never thought that I would be involved in it. But I was, and I had come this far through my new-found obsession with the male penis. Better finish what I had started, whatever the cost.

I pulled my mouth back up his shaft and Adam relaxed his grip on my head enough to let me bring my gripping lips back up until only the head remained inside my mouth. Then I applied my tongue and I went to work on that sensitive bit of skin on the underside just below the head.

"Oh yeah, Georgia babe, where did you learn to do that? Have you been practising?" He was humping his hips up at me, only ever so slightly, just enough to start a rhythm going. I helped by really working my tongue on that soft sensitive underside while maintaining the clamp of my lips over the head of his penis. I didn't know how much control he might have, but I was determined that when he came, his cum was going nowhere else but down my throat.

Now my head was bobbing too, taking him in, sucking, licking. I even added my hand around the bottom of hi shaft and used the fingers on my other hand to gently fondle and stroke his balls that were now becoming taut from his arousal. I figured it wouldn't be long ... confirmed by listening to his breathing that was loud and faster. He – my *** Adam – was reaching a peak.

"Oh my God, mum, what are you doing?" he screamed out at the top of his voice just as I felt his penis spasm violently and felt the surge of his cum splash against the back of my throat. I clamped my lips so firmly halfway down his shaft and allowed his spasming penis to thrust one discharge after another to the back of my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed again and again as each hard spasm delivered more of his cum.

He had obviously opened his eyes right at the moment of release and was stunned to see that it wasn't Jeremy's new girlfriend Georgia, but his loving ****** that was bringing such carnal delights to his body. He had said nothing more as the euphoria of his orgasm had totally consumed him, but I worried now about his next reaction.

When I felt that no more cum was going to eject from his tip, I used my tongue to lick away any whitish residue and pulled my mouth from off his penis. I licked my own lips while looking up along his body, waiting for some reaction. There was none, his eyes were closed. I slid my still nightwear clothed body up alongside his, bringing my face up next to his face.

"Adam," I said tentatively, feeling so contrite, "Adam, I'm so sorry, I just lost myself, I can't explain, but I came in and saw you lying there, all exposed, your penis was up, rampant. Adam, I'm so sorry, but I just had to do that. I know you think it's wrong, but I've just become so confused lately. Please forgive me!"

He turned his head toward me, "Mum, that was the best damn blow job I've ever had. A guy doesn't expect a mum to be good at doing that. I must admit it's quite a shock, to wake up and find your own mum sucking your cock. I suppose I should be shocked ... and I guess I was. But whatever your rea*** for wanting to do it, I have to tell you that it felt great! But mum, I don't think it should become a habit."

I was so relieved, the full ramification of what I had done didn't hit me until he called out to me in shock just as his cum hit the roof of my mouth. Those next few minutes while he came down from it were the toughest I've ever been through – other than maybe having Jeremy squeeze that mammoth penis of his into me.

"Adam, I don't know if this is the right moment to say this, but I have to say something. Georgia told me about you and Janice. I have to say that I was shocked about that. I know at this very moment I am not the one to be taking the high moral ground, but I am so disgusted at Janice for seducing a young man like you."

"Mum, what on earth are you talking about?"

"You and Janice, Jeremy's mum, Georgia told me all about it, how you and she have been getting it off for months now."

"What? No way, mum, no way! Georgia's got it all screwed up, I haven't had sex with Janice. ****, I just told her the other day how I would have liked to, how hot I thought Janice was. But hell, she's your age, mum! I know that sounds a bit hypocritical after what you just did for me, but I couldn't see myself banging a woman of 40 something."

"Really?" I gave him a quizzical look, "she was so convincing, she said that you and Janice had been an item for a while."

"So not true, mum ... honest, I swear! Georgia's a bit of a fruitcake, mum, I wouldn't believe anything she says. She and I got it off together, and the next thing, she's on with Jeremy. God, he can have her!"

'And so did I,' I felt like saying, but thought better of it.

At that moment, the moment I found out that my *** Adam had not been having sex with the older woman, Janice, the doorbell rang. Oh my God, it was 9am, that would be Janice with her *** Jeremy in tow, here to hear my accusations about her affair with my ***.

"Who could that be, mum?" asked Adam, giving me a curious look as I lay in my ***'s arms, feeling my whole world crumbling around me.

The End

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The Beginning

"Are you serious, you'd honestly want me to do that to you?"

Katrina sounded shocked but to my surprise, not completely against the idea. "I just think it'd be quite exciting, and you know how that sort of thing really gets me going," I replied.

By 'that sort of thing', I was referring to an ever increasing fantasy of mine to be humiliated by my wife, to have her compare me to another lover, someone who satisfied her more than I ever could and who I was ****** to share her with.

We had been married for 12 years and had often shared fantasies of bringing others into our bed, but more often just lately I had been getting off on Katrina having a permanent lover, who she would fuck regularly and share the details with me when she got home, sliding her used pussy onto my cock as she described what they had done together and how much she had enjoyed his cock filling her up. I had learnt that this was not as rare a fantasy as I had first thought and had even been given a name, 'cuckolding'.

I read stories on the internet about the subject and my fantasy developed to where Katrina would put me into chastity, making me wear a CB 6000 cock cage for weeks at a time, only letting me use my tongue or fingers on her, while getting fucked on a regular basis by her lover and making me clean her of his cum when she got home, covered in love bites and smelling of sex. This was the fantasy that I had just shared with her, although in the heat of the moment I had made one more revelation - that I would love her to make me wear feminine panties over the cage, keeping me in complete orgasm denial as I experienced the feeling of the lace and satin panties against my balls and ass.

Katrina looked at me as she slowly caressed my now softening cock. "I don't know what to think, part of me thinks it could be fun, but another part of me worries why you would want to be denied having actual sex with me; you do still fancy me don't you?"

"Of course I do," I reassured her. Katrina was a knockout, at 34 years old she still looked in her twenties and was forever getting attention from other men, she would often come home from work and tell me how she had been chatted up by male colleagues or clients. I would feel small pangs of jealousy, especially if she admitted that the guy was good looking, but these jealous feelings were overridden by my submissive nature and I would become aroused thinking of my gorgeous wife being hit on by someone else that she found attractive.

I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed my iPad, where I found one of the cuckolding and chastity websites that I had been regularly visiting. Opening up a page giving women advice on the benefits of cuckolding their husband and keeping them in chastity, I handed the iPad to Katrina and told her to have a look, while I got out of bed and went for a shower. Returning to the bedroom about 15 minutes later, I found Katrina still surfing the site and after a while she closed the cover and put the iPad back onto the bedside table.

"Well?" I asked, "Did you read it?"

Katrina said she had, but changed the subject quickly. I attempted to reopen the subject but she just told me to let her think about it, that she wanted to give the whole idea some thought. I didn't want to put her off by being too pushy so I dropped the matter and decided I would just wait and see if she brought it back up herself. We had sex most days that week but whenever I went to speak, she would 'shhh' me, her eyes closed as if enjoying her own thoughts.

Nothing further was said on the topic for the next few days and I thought that Katrina had probably dismissed the idea. It wasn't until I got home on the Friday afternoon that Katrina met me at the front door with a wicked smile on her face and handing me a beer, told me to come and sit with her in the lounge.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Katrina reached over and rubbed my thigh as she moved closer to me. My eyes were drawn to her smooth legs as her skirt rode up slightly, feeling myself get aroused in anticipation; I knew the look in her eyes and was certain that she was in a horny mood.

"Remember what we talked about at the weekend, what it was you wanted me to do?"

Of course I did, it had been on my mind almost permanently since!

"Well, I have some surprises for you," she said, her hand moving from my thigh to my groin and rubbing my hardening cock over the material of my trousers.

"You said you wanted me to take a lover, to offer myself to another man? Well all week I've been thinking about it and I think, no, I know I have someone."

My cock was now solid. "Who?" I asked, my mind reeling as to who the man could be. "Do I know him, are you serious?"

"Well, his name is Steve and no, you don't know him, but I did tell you about him a few weeks ago, he was the one who asked me out for a ***** after work. The black guy, remember?"

Now I remembered, Katrina had told me how this Steve guy had hit on her over lunch and even though she had declined, explaining she was married, he had still continued his efforts to seduce her. I had loved hearing about this, it was made even more exciting because he was black, my mind working overtime as I imagined her beautiful pussy being stretched wide by a well hung black guy.

"Okay, I remember now. So how do you know he's up for it; you told him no the last time, didn't you?"

"Because," Katrina replied, a wicked smile on her face, "I'm meeting him in town in about.." checking her watch, "3 hours."

I checked mine, it was 6pm now. I couldn't believe what I had just heard, my heart was racing as I tried to make sense of everything she had just told me. That meant she would be meeting him at 9pm, on a Friday night, in a busy town - and more importantly, a town that would no doubt be filled with people we both knew. I was split between concern at her being seen on the arm of someone else, and arousal at the thought of her being so willing to potentially humiliate me in front of our friends. Damn, even a handful of family members on my side could possibly bump into her too; how could I explain it if asked?

"That's okay isn't it babe?" she asked, her hand squeezing my shaft, which was giving away my true feelings about what she was telling me, "This was what you wanted wasn't it?"

The manner in which she asked this was more teasing than concern for my feelings, and it worked. Despite my misgivings about the timing and location, I could not deny that in 2 minutes Katrina had managed to get me hornier than ever before.

I asked what had happened between them that week and which had led to this meeting being organised; Katrina told me how she had began to flirt with Steve early that week and he had immediately shown interest in her. One thing had led to another and after meeting him for lunch on the Thursday, she had finally agreed to his repeated offers of a *****, though making out to him that it was completely behind my back and the need for discretion. This wasn't exactly reflected in overtly going into town together but he hadn't seemed to care - I suppose he was single anyway and them being compromised would not adversely effect him.

By now I was gagging for release and Katrina knew it. Taking my hand she led me upstairs and told me to go for a shower, she would wait in the bedroom. I wanted her there and then but she just said that I'd had my first surprise, if I wanted the second then to do as I was told.

Back in the bedroom 10 minutes later I found Katrina lying on top of the bed in just a pair of lace underwear and a bra. My cock was still semi erect as my mind had raced in the shower, but the sight of her tanned size 10 body, waiting there just for me, had me spring back to full attention.

Katrina told me drop the towel and to lay on the bed, on my back. She then straddled me and taking hold of my hands, placed them above my head. Before I barely realised what she was doing, she had deftly tied them to the top bedposts. I didn't complain though, I was quite willing to be at her mercy.

She kissed me passionately on the lips, her tongue darting into my mouth and across my lips. Leaning to the side, she whispered in my ear, "I forgot to mention, after the lunch on Thursday Steve tried to kiss me at the table and well, I kissed him back. I hope you don't mind but I couldn't resist, especially when I felt his hand on my thigh, just inches from my pussy."

As she said this she began to kiss down my body and after biting gently on both of my nipples, she worked her way down to my groin and I groaned in pleasure as I felt her tongue flick at the head of my cock, before taking it completely into her mouth. Using her other hand, she caressed my shaven balls (we always kept ourselves shaved down there and Katrina insisted that my body hair was always trimmed short), while she slowly wanked and sucked me off. Every now and then she would stop what she was doing and ask if I minded that later that night she might be doing the same thing to Steve, or tease me by asking if I thought she would even be able to take his cock in her mouth, after what everyone said about how well endowed black men were.

All of this just fed my lust and my hips bucked as probably in the quickest time ever, she managed to bring me to orgasm orally. I desperately wanted to grab her head and ***** it down onto me, but the restraints held tight and as frustrating as it was, the denial heightened my pleasure. My cum rushed through the length of my shaft and at first I thought she was going to swallow it but at the last second, she whipped her head away and I spurted my thick cum all over my own stomach. Katrina sat back on her heels and watched as she kept wanking me, ensuring that every last drop was out of me.

"There, good boy," she said, smiling, "Now for your second surprise."