3 comments/ 25732 views/ 9 favorites Helen Learns By: helensagoer My name's Helen and I'm a happily married twenty nine years old, or at least I thought I was until recent events overtook me. I don't have a full time job but I do go housecleaning three times a week. One of the houses I clean is for a couple Anne and Jim and it was whilst at their house a couple of months ago that things began to happen. I'd gone round as usual on Wednesday morning at about nine-thirty and I'd already been warned that their son Simon might be at home as he was on vacation from university. When I arrived I rang the bell, something I don't normally do as I have a key, but I didn't want to frighten Simon and I wished to signal my arrival. He was at home and he answered the door. He's an incredibly good looking nineteen year old who appears incredibly fit. "Good morning, you must be Helen, mum told me to expect you," he said greeting me. "I'm Simon come on in." I followed him through the hallway and into the lounge. "Don't worry about me I'll be in my bedroom out of your way so you can get on without interference," he said. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Yes fine," he said before making his way upstairs. I got myself sorted out and began my usual cleaning routine. "Simon, would you like a cup of tea or coffee, I'm having one," I shouted from outside his room. "That would be great, mines a coffee, white no sugar, I'll be down now" he shouted back. I made my way down, having finished upstairs. I made the drinks and was eventually joined by Simon at the breakfast bar in the kitchen. I'd never met him before but we were soon chatting away about this and that. "Simon could you give me a hand before you go back up," I asked as we finished our drinks. "Yes, what can I do?" "Can you hold the step ladder for me whilst I clean those tops. I don't get to do them often," I said. I climbed the steps and he was holding them. As I cleaned I felt his hands holding me just below my hips. "I think this is safer than holding the ladder," he said. I then felt his thumbs stroking and squeezing into my buttocks. I was wearing leggings and I knew I'd be finished in a moment or two and decided to ignore his actions. As I came down the steps he kept hold of me, I turned round facing him as I reached the floor, he bent forward putting his mouth over mine and before I knew it his tongue was in my mouth and he was kissing me. I was totally surprised by his actions and it took me a little while to get my thoughts together. Before I could react and push him off and almost as quickly our lips parted, he let go of me, turned away and made his way out of the room and back upstairs. For a few moments I was in shock and just stood there trying to take in what had just happened. After a while I regained my composure and I decided, for good or ill, just to complete my work and forget the incident. "Simon, I've finished and I'm leaving now," I shouted up the stairs before leaving. I couldn't get what Simon had done out of my mind as I drove home and I kept thinking about it from time to time over the next few days. ... On the Saturday I was going through my e-mails and there was one I didn't recognise from 'Rock'. I opened it and realised it was from Simon. 'Helen I enjoyed myself on Wednesday. I'd like to meet with you to discuss it. Monday 11o'clock at Costa in town. It's in your interest to be there. - Simon' I read it and couldn't believe it. He must have obtained my e-mail address from his mums computer. I didn't know what to do but during Sunday I decided I had to meet him to sort the whole thing out. 'See you Monday - Helen' I emailed him in reply. On Monday I arrived at Costa at the agreed time and Simon was already there. "Hi Helen... I'm glad you could come... What would you like to drink?" he said greeting me as cool as a cucumber. "Err... Cappuccino please," I replied, surprised by his nonchalant manner. He went and ordered my coffee and brought it back to the table. "There you are," he said. "It's nice to see you again..." "Simon, about Wednesday," I said cutting across him. "Yes," he said. "Well what have you got to say?" "I kissed you," "That's right... Why?" "You're a very attractive woman and I felt like it," he replied. "Well you shouldn't have and your ideas have got to stop," I informed him. "You didn't try to stop me," he offered as justification. "I didn't get a chance," I replied. "I think you could have, but didn't want to," he continued. "Did you enjoy it?" "That's not the point." "I think it is, and you probably want more," he suggested. "Oh no!... This stops here," I said bluntly. "I think perhaps not," he responded. I was a little concerned by the tone of his voice. "We wouldn't want your husband knowing about how you kissed me would we," he went on with a slight hint of menace. "That's not true and anyway he wouldn't believe you," I said in defence. "The camera never lies," he said showing me a picture on his mobile phone. It was of us, showing what appeared to be the two of us eating each other's faces. He must have taken it quickly and surreptitiously the other day. "If I have to tell your husband he will want to know why you didn't say something last Wednesday, the dates on the picture." I went quiet not being able to believe what was happening and very confused about what to do next and what Simon's intentions were. "What do you want me to do?" I eventually asked. " Zilch... for now... just keep watching your e-mails," he said as if nothing was untoward. I pushed my unfinished coffee across the table, got up and walked out. as I drove home I thought about what was happening. I didn't like it, I didn't know what might happen, I wasn't in control and seemed to have no option, It scared me. I watched my e-mails and nothing till Wednesday. 'Are you free Friday afternoon? Reply a.s.a.p.' I replied immediately 'Yes. Why?' I didn't get a reply for an hour, then. 'A room has been booked in your name at the Ibis Hotel for Friday. You can check in at two o'clock. Once you get to your room phone me.' and he included his mobile number. My heart missed a beat as I read it. I was angry that he was dictating things to me and I felt uneasy and, I suppose, a little keyed up about what might happen. Friday came around and I arrived at the hotel. I had no difficulty signing in and yes the room was in my name. I took the key card, made my way up in the lift, along the corridor and to my room. Once inside I took a deep breath and dialled Simons number and he answered. "Hi, it's Helen, I'm in my room... It's 414... O.K. then," I said before finishing the call. A short while later there was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" I shouted. "It's Simon," came the reply. I opened the door and let him in. "Good afternoon Helen," he said quite formally. "Err... good afternoon," I replied. "I'm glad you decided to come," he continued, then the conversation stalled. "What next?" I questioned breaking the impasse. "Well, next for me is an afternoon of fucking an attractive MILF and for you it's an afternoon of having yourself fucked," he said boldly. "I don't think..." "Remember the photograph," he said quietly, cutting me short. I really wasn't in a position to argue. "Come here," he said quite caringly, which surprised me, and I responded. "Relax," he said quietly as he put a hand behind my head, lowered his and kissed me. He was stroking the nape of my neck, an area that happens to be one of my most sensitive erogenous zones. I seemed to melt, my tightly shut lips parted and I allowed his tongue to explore my mouth as my tongue danced and entwined with his. After a spell our mouths parted. "See, that wasn't bad, once you'd relaxed, just chill and enjoy," he said. I just smiled, a semi-nervous smile. I was wearing a black, round necked, knee length, belted dress. Simon began unfastening the buckle before removing the belt. He turned me round so that he was standing behind me and slowly lowered the full length zipper. He eased the dress from my shoulders and then off. I was now standing in black lacy bra, matching thong, black hold ups (I always wear hold ups or stockings) and my black stilettos. He twirled me round slowly. "Wow!... look at you... definitely all MILF," he said passing comment. "Go over to the bed and lie down," he instructed. I complied as there was nothing else to do. He got undressed and I noticed a considerable package, tucked away inside his white briefs, as he made his way and joined me on the bed. "I think I'm going to have fun," he said. "How about you?" "I might," I replied rather non-committal. "I'll just have to make sure you do," he said. I was lying on my back and he was lightly running his fingers over my stomach, I couldn't believe how gentle he was being, given that he'd forced me into this situation. "Nice flat tummy," he observed. "And well toned abs, do you work out?" "A couple of times a week," I replied. "I see. Sit up so I can get to see those little boobs of yours," he said. I thought , as I sat up, he's right about one thing my boobs are small being a 32A, . He reached behind me, unclasped my bra and slowly removed it before gently fondling my little lumps, one in each hand. "Uhmm! firm little tits but big nipples...nice," he further remarked. "They're not too small are they?" I queried. "Not at all, they're perfect and I must say you've got one sexy tight little body, you're lovely." In a funny way, given I'd been coerced into being there, I was very much liking Simons comments, he was making me feel good. His thumbs were now in the waistband of my thong and without thinking I raised my hips to facilitate their removal. "What a gorgeous pussy. I love your bushy landing strip," he said. I was now nude, apart from my hold-ups, and was starting to feel more comfortable and a little horny. Without saying anything Simon removed his briefs and I got my first sighting of his appendage. "Oh!... wow!! I exclaimed. My initial assessment of his package was correct, this guy was very well endowed in both length and girth and my level on the 'randy scale' jumped several notches as a result. "I take it you like what you see," he said confidently. "Uh! huh!" I responded, rather lost for words and still staring at his meat. "You're certainly a big boy," I added as an observation. "You think so... well it's all for you to play with this afternoon," he informed me. I'd returned to lying on my back and he was lying on his side next to me. His hand was massaging my boobs and his fingers were tweaking my nipples. He lowered his head and our mouths met, no tightly shut lips now, I welcomed his tongue in immediately. As our tongues played together his hand began moving down my body eventually stopping to play with the hair on my landing strip. I was feeling a little apprehensive knowing where this was probably leading. I felt his finger sliding into my slit and all the anxiety in my body seemed to disappear as I relaxed and let go of my inhibitions, voluntarily opening my legs to ease his access. "Helen that feels nice, you're already quite moist down there," he observed having parted his mouth from mine. I already knew that even though I had been pressurized and intimidated into being there I had slowly become aroused and this just confirmed it. "It's you that's getting me like this," I informed him. "Good!... but you'll have to be wetter for what I have in mind," he continued. "And what's that?" I questioned, feigning innocence. "Be patient... good things come to those who wait," he replied and a quiver of anticipation rippled through me. I couldn't believe I was feeling like this as I thought I was in for some hard forced sex and instead his voice and manner were making me compliant and I was turning into a willing partner. "It's going to be good then?" I teased. "I hope so," he replied light heartedly. "I bet your nectar tastes good" "That's something you'll have to find out," I said, teasing him further. He needed no further encouragement as he altered our positions. I was still on my back but my feet were now planted either side of Simons shoulders who was lying on his front between my open legs. His hands were gently pulling my pussy lips apart and the realisation came over me that he was the first guy, other than my husband and doctor, to be viewing my open pussy since my marriage seven years ago. "That looks so good," he said. "You've got pretty dark lips and inside you're lovely and pink. You're glistening as well, " he went on. It felt quite strange listening to Simon as no one had ever described my pussy to me before, and I had a twinge of self-satisfaction because what he could see appeared to please him. "Uuuugh!" I suddenly moaned as his tongue licked along my slit for the first time. "We are the sensitive one... aren't we," he commented. "I always have been... just go slow," I directed him. He continued with his licking, teasingly avoiding my clit. "Helen you've got a gorgeous flavour... and a wonderful aroma," he continued with his compliments. He raised himself to his knees and manoeuvred me so that my lower back and legs were raised all the way up and my ankles were either side of, and beyond, my own head. It's a good job that I'm quite flexible which made it a comfortable position for me and it felt wonderfully 'naughty' due to the fact I was totally exposed, a situation Simon exploited to the max. He returned his tongue to action, concentrating first on my love hole. He licked around it before starting to probe inside, it felt wonderful and he had me purring. He then moved to my perineum, that underutilized erogenous zone, but this young boy knew what he was doing and he concentrated his actions on that little area giving me pleasure. My bum hole was the next to experience his tonguing as he rimmed me perfectly, swirling around and probing inside. I'd stopped purring and was now quietly moaning my satisfaction. "Ooh! Aaaagh!" I exclaimed as his tongue flashed across my clit for the first time. "Helen that's one responsive little nub you've got," he observed before licking over it again. I was now moaning louder, in appreciation of the fantastic sensations he was giving me, which increased in intensity as he sucked my love button into his mouth. "Oh!... Yes!... that feels so good," I informed him. I was becoming very aroused as he sexed me up. I could sense the wonderful feelings beginning to develop in my tummy and I knew from his relentless action that he wasn't going to stop. "Yes that's it!... That's it!... I'm cumming!... I'm cumming!... Oooooooooooooh!" I squealed, and my body started to shake uncontrollably as I climaxed hard. He eventually released my clit from his mouth, then rubbed it gently with his thumb, gradually slowing as my orgasm subsided. "Well Helen... I think you enjoyed that," he said rhetorically. "Your love juice tastes terrific and you've released so much of it., he observed. " You're a very wet lady." I was still breathing heavily and sighing. He was right I had enjoyed it immensely and I knew that my pussy was sopping. He encouraged me to return to lying full length on my back and he continued to kneel bedside me. "I think we should make use of that lovely wet state you're in," he said quietly. "What do you think?" "Err... It would be a shame to waste it," I replied. "What do you suggest?" he queried further. "I think you should fuck me," I answered shamelessly. I no longer cared how he'd got me there, I just wanted him so bad. "Doesn't look as if I'm ready for that," he said jokingly, looking at his semi-flaccid member. "I'm sure I can take care of that," I suggested. "I'm sure you can," he insinuated as he reclined on to his back next to me. I reached across and wrapped my hand around his meat, my first touch of his manhood. It felt nice and warm like all guys do, but this was different, it was so fat ,even though it wasn't at full size yet. That initial contact sent a feeling of excitement and lust through me, in anticipation of what was to come. I started stroking my hand slowly up and down his length, pulling back his foreskin. I raised myself up to my knees whilst studying the large bulbous head of his un-cut dick, it certainly knocked my husband's into a cocked hat. I lowered my head, stuck out my tongue and tentatively licked over the purple helmet covering it in saliva. He tasted good and I remembered how I used to particularly like felating un-circumcised guys as their heads had a lot more flavour, being confined within their protective covering. I probed my tongue into his 'japs eye' which elicited a little moan of satisfaction from him. I licked up and down the length of the underside of his pole, giving prolonged attention to his fraenulum. He was beginning to stiffen with the associated increase in length and girth. My hands are not very big but I was surprised and excited by the fact that I could no longer fasten my fingers around him. I had never seen as large a member in real life before, it certainly was a magnificent specimen. I lowered my mouth, taking in his head, it was so large I could only go down a couple of inches on to his shaft. I kept my tongue working, whilst jacking him with both hands, there was room on his length for one above the other. I continued my oral ministrations for a little while and he became fully erect as he moaned and groaned his appreciation of my efforts. "I think you've succeeded in getting me ready for you," he said. "Do you have any position in mind?" "Will you take me in mish?" I enquired. "I'd love to," he responded. "I assume your protected, as I'm going bareback," he continued. "That's fine... I'm on the pill," I informed him. "Just be gentle." With me still on my back he'd taken up a position kneeling between my legs, which he'd spread wide open. Whilst holding my pussy lips open with one hand he used the other to rub himself up and down my slit before stopping at the entrance to my love hole. I took in a deep breath. "Relax," he said in response. "Just enjoy," he added as I could feel him pushing against me. "Uuuugh!" I grunted as I felt myself being stretched as his head entered me. "Is that alright?" he asked, in a concerned manner. "It's fine... It's your size, you're so big... Just carry on," I reassured him. He followed my instruction, gradually feeding more of himself up me. I was already feeling fuller than I'd ever done before and he still had more to give, I didn't know if I could take him. "Helen... You've taken all of me," he said a few moments later. I knew I had, without his commentary, as I could feel his big balls up against me. I felt a little glow of self-satisfaction knowing I'd taken such a big dick and although I was full and stretched it felt good. "Are you comfortable?" he enquired. "Mmmmm... very," I replied. "Would you like me to start to fuck you properly?" he went on. "Yes please," I replied quietly with a touch of apprehension. Simon began shafting me very slowly, really long strokes, nearly all the way out and then all the way back in, it was an incredible feeling something I never thought I'd experience. He'd soon set up a gentle but steady pace and from his sighs of contentment and satisfaction, which matched mine, it was clear he was enjoying it as much as me. For a young guy he was surprisingly happy to take his time and as a consequence I was receiving an excellent screwing which had me juicing up liberally with the occasional slurping sound coming from between my legs. "Is that O.K?" he asked. "Uh huh!... It feels wonderful," I said. "Great... perhaps you'd like to take it a little harder," he suggested. "Mmmmm! sounds nice," I said. "You can do me as hard as you like," I told him, throwing caution to the wind. Very gradually he began to up his pace and with it the force of his inward strokes, which were now going really deep. "Ooooh!... You're doing me so good!... So good!" I said encouragingly and in appreciation of what he was doing to me, as if my moaning wasn't indication enough. He may have been young but he knew how to shaft a lady even though this may have been coloured somewhat by the fact he was the first guy to have me in seven years, other than my husband of course. I was now moaning continually in response to the pleasure I was receiving. Helen Learns "Helen I want you to cum for me," he stated. This only heightened the sensations I was feeling as no one had ever said anything like that to me before. "Soon... Just keep fucking me," I told him, and he did just that. "Aaaaaaaagh!" I exclaimed a short while later. "Don't stop!... Don't stop!... That's it!... Yes!... Yes!... I'm cumming!... I'm cumming!" I continued as a terrific orgasm erupted inside me and I knew I was coating his dick with copious amounts of love juice. "That was amazing, watching you cum so hard, you really exploded," he said, as he stopped stroking and I stopped shaking, before withdrawing himself from me. "It's you," I said breathlessly. "No one's... ever made... me cum... like that," I continued as I tried to regain my composure. "You must have needed it, you certainly had a lot of juice stored up," he observed as he moved to lay alongside me once more. "And you were responsible for fucking it out of me," I told him. He just looked down and gently stroked my boobs not saying anything, just smiling. "Now Mrs Elcock I was just wondering if you've got any juice left," he said quietly. It somehow felt very naughty to be called Mrs Elcock. "I really don't know," I replied honestly and rather lethargically. "If you were to be fucked some more we'd be able to find out," he said. "Perhaps you could ride me?" he said quizzically. I knew his dick was still quite erect, and he hadn't cum, and even though I felt a little tired the thought of taking him again, especially sitting on him, appealed greatly. I didn't say anything as I got to my knees and taking hold of his member I lowered my head and started sucking him again to get him ready for me. He tasted different, it was me, he was covered in my juice and it tasted good. Once he was fully hard I straddled him, cow girl style, and positioning him at my entrance I proceeded to lower myself on to his big tool. I was so wet he seemed to slide in effortlessly but I could feel myself being totally filled up. I reached the point where I was sitting on his balls, I'd taken him all. I'd never been penetrated so deep and I honestly thought he was somewhere inside my stomach. I leant forward, feeling very comfortable, and was soon kissing him passionately. I'd started to gently rub my pussy up against his bush of pubic hair, it felt very intimate and I was contented. "That feels wonderful," I whispered. "I'm sure it will get even better when you start to ride me," he said, hinting at what my next move should be. I sat up straight, with him buried deep inside me, before starting to slowly slide up and down on his magnificent appendage. It required considerable effort to ensure my pussy travelled his full length but it was worth it to experience the sensations and satisfaction it was giving me. "That feels fantastic," he said. "You've got a deliciously tight cunt," he added. "You know how to ride... Are you an amateur jockey?" he questioned jokingly. I'd got into a good rhythm and the two of us were moaning in response. "Do fancy reverse cowgirl," he questioned. "Uh huh!" I responded. He assisted me to turn round, without having to get off him and I was soon back into a steady riding pace. I felt his hands on my bum cheeks and he was encouraging and assisting me to increase my pace. I responded and was now riding faster. "Oh shit!" I exclaimed loudly having been taken totally by surprise as he pushed his thumb all the way into my bum hole. "Come on Helen ride harder... push down hard," he encouraged. I'd been taken-aback by his action but his thumb was doing wonderful things and was definitely enhancing my pleasure, if it were possible. Fantastic sensations began building inside me again. "Oh fuck!... I'm going to cum again!... Ooooooooooh!... Oh yes!... Yes!... Yes!" I hollered as I climaxed again., not quite as hard but just as enjoyable. I collapsed forwards sprawling until my face and tits were pressed hard on the bed. Simon made a move also, not to withdraw himself , but to somehow end up behind me and he began doing me in a lying down doggie. My pussy seemed to be still tingling from my previous orgasm when I started to cum again. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!... That's so good... Don't stop!... Don't stop!" I implored as a tremendous long dawn out climax worked its way through me. Slowly Simon laid himself gently down on my back and we remained like that for a little while, saying nothing, and all that could be heard was heavy breathing and gentle purrs of satisfaction. "That answers the question, you did have more juice inside you Mrs Elcock," he said breaking the silence. "I didn't think it was possible," I whispered back. "My turn now I think," he went on. "Are you going to milk me?" "Uh huh." "I'm looking forward to seeing you taste and swallow my cream." "Err... I don't," I said. "You don't?" he questioned, a little surprised. " No... I don't take man juice," I informed him. I never have, it's something I've never been able to bring myself to do. "I want you to suck my cock and I'm going to feed you my cum," he said quite forcefully. This was a change of character again, but I didn't' feel threatened like I had when he coerced me. I just seemed to be under his spell. He took my hand and led me off the bed. I was standing in front of him and with a little downward pressure on my shoulders to encourage me I sank to my knees. I knew what he wanted and without a second thought I took hold of his still semi-hard meat and began licking it all over, giving special attention to the head. Holding his foreskin back I teased my tongue all around concentrating on his corona, fraenulum and japs eye. Simon was enjoying the attention he was receiving, moaning contentedly. He allowed me to control my action, never trying to get himself into my mouth. Eventually I took him in, going down his shaft as far as was comfortable. "Mmmmmm! that's nice," he said. "Stroke me." I did as requested as I knew it was what he wanted and would please him. "Helen that's great," he said after a while, in-between his groans. "Now jack me harder... Keep me in your mouth... Don't release me until I've filled you up," he directed. I was somehow lost in the moment and just followed his instructions. "Oh yes!... That's it!... That's it!... Aaaaaaagh!... Aaaaaaaagh!" he shouted as I felt my mouth filling up with his warm, thick juice. "Keep going!... Keep going!... Mmmmm!... That's all of it," he stated as I swallowed the load he'd given me and let him slip out of my mouth. "Wow!... Helen that was really something... What do you think?" he said. "I think I like sperm," I said looking up at him and smiling whilst licking my lips. "Well yours at least," I added. It was true, my first session of sucking a guy to completion and swallowing hadn't been the gross experience I'd been expecting. I liked the feeling of him spurting in my mouth, I liked the thick consistency of his juice and best of all I liked the taste, all in all an amazing and fulfilling experience. Why hadn't I been taking sperm before, I'd been missing out for all these years. "You enjoyed that then?" "Mmmmmm!... You taste good," "I'm glad my spunk was to your liking," he said jokingly. "Come here," he continued, taking my hand, raising me to my feet and leading me back to the bed where I semi-collapsed on to my front, he sat on the edge of the bed alongside me gently stroking my back. "Helen you're an attractive woman and, dare I say it, a terrific fuck," he said. "Thank you... I'm glad you enjoyed me," I said light-heartedly. "Oh!. I certainly did," he continued. "You've got a gorgeous pussy and a magnificent little cunt, it's nice and tight and gets incredibly wet, I could play with you all day." "I bet you could, I didn't think you were ever going to stop." "Ha ha! I go for as long as the lady wants or needs it... And in the end I'd say you both wanted and needed it." "Possibly... In the end," I said in agreement. "Can I be personal?" "You can't be more personal than we've already been." "Does your husband have you very often?" "I see... that is personal... It's about three times a week." "Is that all... Mrs Elcock I'd say you weren't getting it enough for someone of your age." "Oh yes!... And what would be enough?" I questioned provocatively. "At least once a day... and more at week-ends." "I should be so lucky... It started off a bit like that, when we were first married, but now he devotes so much time to the business and his golf, of course, he's always tired. However he's never possessed the stamina and staying power you displayed today. " "Thank you." "My turn now... Have you got a girlfriend or lover?" I asked him. "I don't have 'girlfriends' as such, they tend to be more like 'fuck buddies', we don't go out on dates we just go to bed." "I see... and any current 'fuck buddies'?" "Yes two." "Greedy boy... go on." "Laura, who's a first year at uni' and Shona ,one of the lecturers... she doesn't lecture me by the way" "An older and a younger model," I joked. "Which do you prefer?" "I'd go for the older every time." Older women attract you then?" "Yes, like fine wine and vintage cars, I think women improve with age. It's probably the result of a crush I had on my god-mother which eventually came to fruition." "You mean you...?" "Yes... She was my first." "First in a long line I've no doubt. She obviously appreciated your 'equipment'. I have to say you've got an incredible dick, it's so big. Do you know how big it is?" "I do... I get asked quite often... It's nine inches long and I've a girth of seven inches." "Wow!... When you say it like that it sounds even bigger." "I suppose it does," he said without being serious. "You're not just big, you know what to do with it as well and combined with your stamina it makes you special." "Thank you... But that's down to Dianne, my god-mum, she taught me well." "You'll have to thank her for me and talking of teaching, you certainly taught an old dog some new tricks today. I've never experienced a big dick, never been made to cum so many times in one fucking, never experienced anything up my bum before and I'd never tasted sperm. I enjoyed everything you did to me and they're certainly things I'm determined to experience more in the future." "That's good to know... You've now also been fucked outside of your marriage, is that something you'll do again.? For what it's worth I think you should because you're obviously not getting enough." "You've made me think you might be right, it's something I'm going to have to seriously consider as you've opened my eyes to what I've been missing." "I'll be around for the next week and a half and I'd love to be able to have some more of you." "You are a naughty boy... But I'd be more than happy to be taken by you again." "I'll e-mail you. It might be fun for us to meet at yours and perhaps we could even get to use the 'marriage bed', as you don't seem to be using it enough," he suggested. "There goes your dirty mind again." "Thinking of dirty, do you want a shower before we leave?" he asked. "I'd love one," I replied. "There's the hotels toiletries and towels," he said. I got up and made my way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. It was quiet and I was on my own. As I sat down having a wee It suddenly hit me as to what I'd done that afternoon. I'd gone to a hotel, let a young lad ten years younger than me fuck my brains out and was making arrangements for it to happen again. I knew I'd been coerced into it, but I liked it, and now wanted more. I flushed the toilet before stepping into the shower and turning it on. "Want your back scrubbed," I heard Simon call above the noise of the spray. "If you'd like," I shouted back. He entered the walk in shower and was standing behind me. "Which is the shower gel?" he asked. "The clear one," I replied. He reached over and took hold of the small bottle. Within moments my back was a mass of lather as he soaped it up. He then reached round and did my front, including my breasts, which he massaged at the same time. Next came my butt which he also squeezed and moulded. His hand reached between my legs and he started sliding it along my slit. "You just can't stop being naughty, can you," I said teasingly. "Not complaining are we?" he teased back. "Ugh huh!" I grunted in the negative. He didn't stop his diddling and I then felt his other hand pushing on my back encouraging me to bend forward. As I did so I put my hands out to support myself on the wall in front of me. The hand between my legs was now coaxing me to spread them apart. Then I could feel the large head of his member being rubbed along my anal crack until gradually he worked it down to my love hole and up inside me. This young boy had me at his mercy once more and was now slowly fucking me. It was a more raw and urgent shafting than before. He was fondling my breasts and nibbling at the nape of my neck and my earlobes. It felt electric and it wasn't long before my feelings started to build as he drove me to yet another shuddering climax. He had to support me under my tummy as my legs turned to jelly. He held me like that for a few minutes until I'd recovered and he slipped out. I turned round, kissed him, then dropped to my knees. I took hold of his still erect dick and began sucking him. I didn't stop until he'd given me another good load of his sperm and I tasted and swallowed every drop. This time it had been solely my choice and my action and I loved it, I'd certainly got a taste for cum. I stood up and smiled at him. "Id best leave you to finish off," he said "Or we could be here all night," he joked as he exited the shower, picked up a towel, and made his way back into the bedroom. I completed my shower and eventually joined him. "I don't know what to do with you, you just carry on being so naughty," I said. "I can't help it when I'm around attractive, willing ladies," he said. "Would you allow me to take some pictures of you before you get dressed?" he asked. "Err... I don't see why not... As long as they are only for you... Do you promise," I said having been a little surprised. "Of course... They're for my own collection," he assured me. I'd never had my photo taken in the nude before. He took a few of me posing along with some more intimate ones of my pussy. We both got dressed and were ready to leave the room. He turned and gave me a big kiss before we left and he held my hand as we walked to the lift. "Don't forget you need to check out," he said as we got out on the ground floor. "You need to pay," he added. We walked over to the desk. "I'd like to check out," I said to the young female receptionist. "It's room 414," I informed her as I handed over the key card. "I hope there's nothing wrong, only you've not been here long," she said. "Oh!... Long enough to enjoy," Simon chirped up from over my shoulder. I couldn't believe he'd said it. "Everything to your satisfaction then," the receptionist continued. "Yes we've both been very well satisfied," Simon continued. I completed the transaction and we left the hotel. "You embarrassed that young girl and me," I said to him. "Come on now, I bet you got a bit of a thrill when you realised she'd cottoned on to what we'd been doing and you with your 'toy boy'," he suggested. "Your incorrigible," I said half-heartedly. We said our goodbyes and I made my way to the car. As I walked I felt a self satisfied air of a woman who had been comprehensively fucked by a wonderful big dick and I liked it.