0 comments/ 25409 views/ 0 favorites Older Woman By: jameshart When I first met Susan in the flesh I suppose my over-riding emotion was relief. She was just how I had imagined her; long sandy hair, pretty eyes, showing her age a bit - after all, she was in her 40s - but very attractive. She had only flown into London that morning, but was not looking too jet-lagged. I ordered two black coffees from the waitress in the coffee shop and then turned my attentions back on my American penpal. Her body was just how I had hoped it would be, a little on the large side but with the most fantastic chest. She was wearing some sort of floral dress with a very low cut, which showed off about six inches of cleavage. We were talking about the weather, and how her flight had been, but all I could think about was putting my head between that lovely pair. Susan had got in touch with me a few months earlier after reading one of my stories on literotica.com. It was nothing particularly memorable - something about an orgy in a castle - but it had obviously sparked her imagination, because she wanted to exchange a few emails with me on jamesehart@….. Her life, it transpired, was very different to mine. I'm still in my 20s and enjoying the high life in London, travelling around the world and partying whenever I feel like it. Susan, on the other hand, lives with her husband and three kids (aged from 9 to 16, as if that matters) somewhere in the mid-West. Her life seemed to revolve around picking up the children from school, arranging their swimming lessons and supervising their homework, while her husband sits around the house drinking cans of beer and watching baseball on the television. She wasn't exactly unhappy, it seemed, just thoroughly bored. Like lots of other women her age, I guess, she no longer slept with her husband, Jerry, and her only sex life was in her imagination. She had the house, the car, the family, but something was missing. The letters we exchanged started off just friendly, but became more and more explicit about our fantasies. When I suggested that she should come over to England and meet me, she seemed quite reluctant at first. "I've been with Jerry for 20 years," she wrote. "There's no way in the world that I'd cheat on him. Let's just keep it in our imaginations." I wrote back and told her not to worry. She should just come over for a few days and hang out, spend time chatting, maybe go to a few bars and visit the theatre; "You deserve to treat yourself, what with all the work you have to do around the house," I told her. "Anyway, I have a girlfriend so it's not as if could misbehave anyway." In the end it seemed I had persuaded Susan, because next thing I knew there was an email from her in my computer, saying she would be arriving at Heathrow in two weeks' time. She was coming over with a female friend, also married, from her local parents teacher association. It was the only way to stop Jerry from being suspicious, she explained. That first day in London, while her friend Lisa was resting in her hotel room, Susan and I explored the city; we took a boat up the river, we went on the London Eye, and we visited a few museums. I was very careful to play the gentleman; barely touching her, except on the arm now and again to make a point. I wondered what passers-by would make of us. I look very young for my age, with spiky blond hair and a slim body - sometimes I can pass for 18 or 20. Maybe they thought that Susan was my mother or aunt, I wondered. That evening, when Lisa had woken up, the three of us went out for dinner in the West End, and I made sure that we had all drunk lots of wine with our three-course meal. During the main course I put my hand on Susan's knee - she was wearing jeans - and was pleased when she made no attempt to shake it off. By the time we had reached the dessert, which was a blackberry and apple crumble, I had slid my hand down her thighs, and was slowly sliding it up and down. Susan pretended that nothing was happening, and carried on the conversation, which was about American politics and the upcoming election. By the time the coffee arrived, I had the palm of my right hand firmly between her legs and was rubbing hard against her. She was pressing herself against my fingers with what seemed almost like desperation. In the candlelight, she looked very foxy; she could have been 10 years younger than her real age...which was 43, or so she said. But before we got up to leave, when Lisa went to the ladies, Susan turned to me and said: "I can't believe you did that! You know I'm a married woman. How dare you?" I knew she had to say this to make herself feel less bad about a near-stranger rubbing her pussy through her jeans, so all I said was: "You seemed to be enjoying it." I had made sure that she had the number for my mobile phone, and I knew she would be calling me later that night. Lo and behold, a few hours later, after we had settled the bill and left the restaurant - and the ladies had gone back to their seperate hotel rooms - I was waiting in a bar around the corner, when the phone rang. "I want you to come around now," said Susan. I thought about arguing, and calling her a hypocrite, but all I could think about was finally getting my mouth on those huge breasts. Next thing I knew, I was ringing the bell of her hotel room. I was half-expecting her to open the door wearing nothing but her underwear, which would have been a bit of a cliche, but she was still fully clothed in the flowery top and jeans. She had a small whisky in one hand. "I've been playing with myself, and thinking about you," she told me. Saying nothing, I closed the door behind me and entered the very ordinary hotel room. "Be gentle with me," she said. "I haven't been with another man since the 1980s". She probably expected me to rip her clothes off and take her there and then. But I had different ideas. I sat myself down in the corner of the hotel room. "I want you to take your clothes off while I watch," I told her. The whisky had obviously made her confident, because within seconds she had taken her top off, and was releasing the catch of her huge black bra. As it slipped off, her gigantic tits came into view. They were quite something, quite firm with large pink nipples. "And now your jeans," I told her. She was left standing in just her knickers, while I stared at her from across the room. I really wanted to touch myself but stayed in my suit, with my arms crossed. "Get on your knees on the floor," I said. "I want you to touch yourself." Obliging, she got down into the doggy position, and reached between her legs. Her fingers pulled her now wet underwear to one side so that she could rub herself between the lips. For five minutes or so I watched her from behind as she stroked her clit and dipped her fingers into her hole. "That's enough for now," I said. "Did you bring the dildo I told you to bring?" Susan lifted herself off the floor and rummaged through her handbag, bringing out a six-inch black lump of plastic. "Sit on the side of the bed and fuck yourself with the plastic cock", I said. She didn't need to be asked twice, leaning back on the duvet and sticking the dildo up between her lips. In and out, in and out, it went, between her large splayed pink lips. By now I was almost crying with lust, but I fought to keep my self-control and just sat, watching. Her giant tits were shuddering and a faint flush was appearing around her neck and chest. "I've got something for you," I told her, bringing out a cucumber which I had been carrying around all afternoon. "I don't think your toy is big enough. You need this." The vegetable was quite a fair size, so I made Susan lick it all over before I pulled out the black dildo and replaced it with this fat, green object. There was something almost obscene about her lying back on the bed, grunting with lust, as I forced the cucumber up as far as it could go into her. "What about you? I want to pleasure you", she said. But for now I just wanted to take care of her needs. Holding the vegetable with both hands, I thrust it faster and faster until I could see she was on the brink of an orgasm. When at last she came, it was with a huge shudder. When I pulled out the cucumber, her pussy stayed gaping, wide open, as stretched as it had been for years. I was in too much of a hurry to take my clothes off, so I just unzipped my flies, pulled out my cock, and rammed it into her. "Is this what you imagined when you decided to come over her?" I asked, as I pulled backwards and forwards against her blonde pubic hair. "Yes," she grunted. "No, you bastard. Yes, yes" she said. "You're cheating on your husband, you slut," I said to her. "How does that make you feel? Like a naughty girl?" I asked. "What about your wedding vows? Have you forgotten them? Why are you taking another man's cock inside your hole? Are you a slut?" Susan could barely breathe with excitement. "Yes, I'm a slut, a whore, fuck me", she said. I had reached down to touch her clit. It was time to give her another orgasm. But her pussy was now too loose to please me. "Get on your knees again," I said. "I've got plans for you." Susan swung over onto her front, her large arse pointing up at the ceiling, her big tits swinging loose against the bedcovers. I was still in my suit, my erection sticking out of the flies. I leant forward, pulled open her large buttocks, and started to lick her pussy lips. I could hear her moaning with pleasure as my tongue traced a path down her labia and then up to her arse. I gave her anus a few good laps, and as she didn't complain, I started to lick it harder and harder, until my tongue was drilling inside her butt. "Please don't stop, that's so good," she cried out. By now I had inserted one finger into her bum, and then another, while I still licked around the edges of her arsehole. Susan had reached back between her legs to play with her clit. I was still licking her arse as I took out the black dildo and began to lube it up with some KY that I had brought for this occasion. Susan could see what I was doing and was not particularly happy. "Please, not that, I don't like anal," she said. But when I started to ease the end of the dildo into her tight hole, she soon stopped complaining. Within a few minutes, it was deep insider her. It was such an obscene, erotic sight, that I stepped back to get my camera. Susan protested, "no, no photos" , but I snapped a couple of pictures of her, lying naked on the bed with her large white arse in the air, a black plastic cock protruding from her arsehole. When I withdrew the dildo, she looked disappointed, but her face changed when I rubbed more k-y on to my dick and eased it, inch by inch, into her now gaping butthole. I moved ever so slowly at first, bearing in mind that she was an anal virgin, but soon I was pushing in and out so fast that it would only be a matter of seconds before I came. When I finally reached the point of no return, Susan was pawing at her pussy with one hand and screaming out obscenities. I'm almost embarrassed to admit this bit - it's such a porn cliche - but just before I came, I withdrew and shot my cum all over her arse and heavy, white thighs. This was just the start of a very, very long night. But all the time, I was thinking about my plans for Lisa, and how I could get both women into bed with me at the same time. This was bound to be a much harder nut to crack, I thought. to be continued.... Older Woman & Stockings My first sexual stocking experience happened when I was 18 years old. I was visiting my Grandparent's home in Canton, Ohio. There were a few petting experiences that I had with girls my own age in the past, where the girls would let me stroke their legs to the tops of their stockings but that was about it. That summer in Canton, my mother's friend, Irene was always coming to the house when we were there. She was 38 years old, with long red hair and very attractive to me. The major attraction was her stockings and heels. Irene always wore spiked sandals with reinforced heel and toe nylons. They were always black or taupe. I always had to lie on my stomach when she was there, so I could look at her legs and at the same time hide my erection. She used to catch me all the time looking at her feet and legs and I got the impression that she liked it because she would sometimes smooth out her nylons all the way to the garter when we were in the room alone. The year was 1967, Irene drove a 1956 Chevrolet Bel Air, and it was maroon and had a stick shift. God I loved that car. Having just gotten a driver’s license, Irene offered me an opportunity to drive her car. My mother didn't want me to drive it but Irene was insistent. There was a large park not far from the house, which everyone thought would be the best place to drive. The ride from the house, in which Irene drove, she would keep letting her dress ride up to the tops of her black nylons as she shifted gears and I couldn't take my eyes off her legs. As we entered the park, there was a small dirt road off the main road of the park, which went back through the trees. I really got excited when she stopped about 40 yards back. She slid her legs around toward me and said, "You like my legs don't you, would you like to touch them." My face must have dropped a foot and I told her yes. I started to stroke her feet and calves. She told me to rub higher, up to her thighs, as I did her placed her foot in the crotch of my shorts. As soon as felt her foot I came in my pants. I was so embarrassed. She immediately leaned over and kissed me, placing her tongue in my mouth. She asked me to touch her between her legs but I was hesitant, she took my hand and placed on her crotch, she pressed my hand hard and made me push on her. We continued to kiss and she started to moan. I thought the whole world was going to hear us. She directed me to get into the back seat of the car to be more comfortable. We settled in and continued to kiss as my hand explored her legs and wet pussy. Irene told me to take off her panties; her panties were over her garterbelt like a true stocking girl. It was the first time I had ever seen a real vagina. Irene gently pushed my head down between her legs and told me to kiss her. She was so wet and kept pushing my head so harder to the point that I could hardly breathe. She starting to scream "Put your tongue inside me", as it did I could feel a flood of her juices all over my face and she was bucking up and down, then she tensed and relaxed. She looked down at me and told how wonderful that was. She wanted me to continue to stroke her stockings while she rested. After a few minutes, she asked me if I would lick her again, only this slower and gentler. As I made love to her, she constantly directed all my activities and had another three orgasms. My face was dripping wet but my hands never left those silky stockings. After a few minutes, Irene asked me if I ever had anyone put his or her mouth on me. I replied no. She leaned over and unzipped my shorts, which were still damp from before. She placed her mouth directly over my cock and wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft. Her mouth and hand worked as a single motion for all of about one minute until I came in her mouth. Not one drop escaped her mouth as she continued to suck me. Then she sat up, moved into the front seat, started the car and drove to one of the park rest rooms. I was still mesmerized in the back seat, She told me to go in and wash my face and clean myself up. When I came back to the car she was not there, I must have waited for her for twenty minutes but when she came out the rest room she looked fresh as a daisy. The ride back to the house was the strangest part of the whole evening. Irene told me that she only could have sex with young boys and she would never let them fuck her. Irene told me that she had never been married because when she was young she had been raped by her brother who was about 10 years older that her. She also stated that no man would ever enter her again. That young boys would allow her to have complete control over them. She also told me that there were three other young men in her apartment building, which she had, sex with on a regular basis. She also told me that she did not want to have sex with me because of her relationship with my mother but could not help herself. The last thing she told me was about the power of nylon stockings and high heels. She said she knew how much it turned men on. Especially the men in her office, she used it as a tease but would never go out with any of the men and how it would drive them crazy. Irene said if I did not say anything to anyone about the evening that we could do it again, which was enough incentive for me to keep quiet. I never did see Irene after that summer, she moved to Michigan and used to write my mother and asked how we all her children, especially me. That night had changed me forever in more way than one. It is ironic that Irene had a fetish for young boys and that for a long time in my life that I had one for older women in garter belts, stockings and heels but that will be another story. Older Woman Excites Senior Students Emily Brigstock rose from the wooden seat on the railway station and boarded her morning train. She took her usual seat for the 20 minute ride to her place of work, and then took out the Daily Mail newspaper and lost herself in the stories of the day. She knew that fellow commuters were ogling her legs and her fine breasts because they did so every day.....and Emily never disappointed. She had turned 50 but her body was as fit as women half her age, and she dressed to please....not only for herself and her husband, but all the males (and probably some females) that she knew enjoyed the sight of an attractive woman in the prime of her life. Emily led a hectic life, with a full time job as head of Admin at a private senior college.....a premium college that charged expensive fees.......as well as leading an active social life. She was a member, with her husband, of the local squash club, and enjoyed dining out and visiting the local village pub occasionally. It was the start of spring, not warm enough to go without her customary stockings and suspenders, and Emily knew that the regular men on the train would be secretly trying to enjoy a glimpse of her stocking tops and a milky white thigh as she twisted and turned as the train rattled along the line. She had followed the normal pattern of the week, leaving her smart country home in the quiet lanes of the Cotswolds, parking her BMW in the station car park, and then jumping on the train. She did this 5 days a week and sometimes on a Saturday morning, and Emily had been doing this for over 5 years now. Her position at the college was one of importance, and she received a good salary for her efforts. She was well thought of, very capable and there was nothing in the running of the college that Emily was not aware of, and in control of. She was also in control of herself, and always took trouble to look good, as well as professional. She loved buying smart but tantalising clothes, and the most exciting thing for Emily was the fact that by looking smart, she was forever being thrilled by the looks she received. Whether it be commuters on the train, passers by in the street when she went shopping or, if she was being honest, by a lot of the senior students and members of the male staff at the college. Emily enjoyed the attention and it excited her to know that she could still turn heads.....and perhaps arouse a few virile cocks along the way. And she had good reason to be proud! She loved to wear clothes that would accentuate her shapely figure, and knew that they attracted lingering, lustful looks from all that she happened to encounter. Her breasts were a wholesome 36DD, and the shirts and tight jumpers fitted snugly round her chest, and she often noticed men drilling their eyes into her breasts, trying to imagine being lost in the stunning mounds of enticing flesh. Her fine legs, always in high heels, led up to a superb ass that wiggled and swayed when she walked, and Emily knew that if she accidentally 'flashed' the tops of her stockings above the hems of the tight dresses and skirts she wore, mouths of men would gape open as they imagined the treasures beyond. Her red hair was often tinted and she wore it brushed to her shoulders or, sometimes for a change, tied up on her head. Yet Emily was not a loose woman, and would never dream of straying from the marital bed. She had been married to the same man for over 30 years, and was more than happy with her sexual experiences at home. She loved the feeling of her husband taking control of her body in the bedroom, and was prepared to give herself completely for her husband's enjoyment. If anything, Emily's appetite for sexual fun had increased as she had got older, and she loved to be fucked in any way that hubby wanted. She would take his cock deep into her throat and give wonderful head until he was ready to plunge his cock into her willing body, and if he wanted to fuck her all night long, Emily was more than capable of matching him, stroke for stroke! But outside of the marital bed, Emily was a different woman! What happened inside the four walls of her home was private. She was true to her husband, loved the sexual activity they enjoyed, and had never dreamt of giving her body to another man. She was a professional woman, with a responsible job in the educational world, an active and popular member of the squash club, and Emily would never wish to do anything that might harm her reputation in the community. If anything, some people may have regarded her as prim and proper, and perhaps a bit of a snob. Yet, she always enjoyed the feelings that emanated in her body if she caught another man admiring her figure, perhaps looking at her stunning tits trying to escape from her tight blouse as she walked along. Perhaps they were admiring her legs in the tight skirts, or catching a glimpse of her little panties as she was caught in a compromising position. Emily enjoyed this form of teasing, knew it was harmless, and was even proud that her body could still attract lustful and sexual looks from the opposite sex. But that's as far as it went.....they could look, lust and imagine, but they couldn't touch! Perhaps some would use the phrase 'prick teaser' for Emily, or even 'Mother I'd love to Fuck,' but there was no doubt that she knew she had the body that could entice men with consummate ease, and she wasn't afraid to wear the clothes that showed off her curves to full advantage. Emily walked the short distance from the station to the imposing grounds of the college, her high heels clipping on the pavement, and she knew that she would be one of the first to arrive. She liked to get into her office early, sort out anything that needed dealing with, and then be there when the Headmaster and the rest of the staff arrived. Only one man seemed to be always there when she arrived.....and that was Jack Honey, the caretaker. He lived next door to the college, and worked from a big workshop that Emily had to pass as she went round the pathway at the edge of the college to her office. She knew that Honey would watch her from his workshop as she clip-clopped her way round the path, and often he would pop his head round the door as she passed. 'Morning, Mrs Brigstock. Fine day again, isn't it......and you're looking fine again, as well,' he would tease. He was in his late 30s, a tall handsome man who was muscular and fit from his manual activities at the college, and it always brought a smile to Emily's face knowing that he had been watching her, admiring whatever outfit she happened to be wearing. 'Fancy a cup of tea?' he asked. Emily smiled but turned down the offer of tea. 'No time, Mr Honey. Lots to do, but thankyou.' 'How about a wiggle of that sexy bum, then?' he called out. Emily couldn't resist the temptation and put on a stunning wiggle of her shapely ass as she walked past the workshop, accentuating her curvy body and giving the caretaker the best thrill of his day. He was always trying to waylay her with some excuse or the offer of a cup of tea but, as yet, Emily had resisted all temptation. She was soon in her smart office, dealing with Emails, and sorting her diary for the day. She had about half an hour before the teachers and students began to arrive and this gave her a chance to have a coffee and get ready for the day's events. The Headmaster, a man in his early 60s and close to retirement, appreciated Emily's efficiency and he also appreciated, she thought, the smart outfits and feminine charms she displayed. Although he never commented, she often caught him taking a lingering look at her body in the tight clothes, but this only brought a smile to her face, knowing that she was keeping her boss and the head of the college happy. It was the senior students that Emily had to give more thought to. The college had 2 senior forms, for students aged between 18 and 20, mainly those who had to re-take their 'A' level exams through previous failures, and those who were arriving from other colleges to enjoy excellent teaching standards, and extending their education because 'Mummy and Daddy' wanted them to. Whether the students were interested in learning was up for debate, but if 'Mummy and Daddy' were paying, who cared? Yes, it was these senior students that Emily was entirely aware of. Some of them, and she had gained suspicions about at least half a dozen of them over the previous 3 or 4 months, would blatantly follow her around the building, trying to see up her skirt, or engage her in conversation so that they could smell her perfume or watch her magnificent tits strain against the thin material of her jumpers or blouses. They were young men, virile and fit, full of youthful exuberance and rampant bodies, and if there was an attractive woman on the staff, then they were more than interested. Even better if she was an older woman, because young men the world over spent many an enjoyable hour or two yearning to explore and learn from the body of an experienced, sexy woman with a superb body. And Emily certainly came into this category! The fact that Mrs Brigstock seemed completely unattainable was all the more challenging for the senior students, and it didn't take long for Emily to work out exactly what was happening around her. She felt a flash go off one afternoon as she was walking up some stairs in the college, and when she turned around, sure enough, two of the said students were no more than 4 steps behind her. They looked perfectly innocent, with only their college books in their hands, and all Emily could do was give them a scornful look. What were they playing at? What could she do? Nothing. This wasn't the first time this type of thing had happened, with flashes going off, but Emily was never able to catch anyone in the act, and really had no idea what all this was about. Then another of them, a 19 year old named George Grimaldi, dark, muscular and handsome, walked into Mrs Brigstock's office one day, without knocking. The fact that her door was usually wide open, as it was on this occasion, was irrelevant. She was turned to the window, adjusting her stocking tops, and she was unaware of Grimaldi for at least 2 minutes. Then she turned and he was just standing there, smiling and enjoying the view of this mature woman with her skirt hitched up to reveal her shapely, seductive legs. Emily tried to stay calm and in control but there was no doubt that Grimaldi had caught her out. 'You really should knock before you come in,' she smiled. 'You never know what you might find...and it's bad manners anyway!' 'I'm so sorry Mrs Brigstock,' replied the young man, but his smile told her that he wasn't sorry at all. 'Perhaps on another occasion, I might be able to see more....perhaps the colour of your little panties. Would that be possible, Mrs Brigstock?' 'You cheeky young monkey,' laughed Emily, shocked but a little excited at the way this handsome young man had admitted to enjoying the sight of her body. 'You'd better get back to your classroom before you say something that will really get you into trouble.' It didn't seem to faze the teenager at all, and he just let his eyes wander up and down the feminine figure standing before him, his dark eyes almost undressing her mentally, and then Grimaldi slowly turned and left the office. Emily quickly closed the door and slumped into the seat at her desk. The episode had taken her aback, but in a warm, exciting, sexual way. A teenage college boy had enjoyed the sight of her stocking tops and soft, white thighs, and had even had the cheek to tell her that he would love to see the colour of her panties. Emily ran her hand up the inside of her thigh, touching her soft skin and.....she couldn't help it.....her fingers felt the strip of panty between her legs. She was damp. More than damp! Emily was wet between the legs. She had been turned on, but she daren't admit it. She was management. She was a mature member of the staff and happily married. God, she felt so guilty at having these feelings, but she did it again. She ran her fingers over her panties again, remembering the exact words that Grimaldi had said, and the way he had run his eyes all over the mature curves of her body. Christ, thought Emily, pull yourself together and get a grip. Forget it, forget it, it was just a college student having the hots over a flash of leg. But could she forget episodes like these? Students following her up the stairs, trying to see up her dress, students glaring at her big tits, the caretaker trying to entice her into his workshop. Emily tried to control herself and made herself a coffee to try and calm down. She wouldn't mention things like this to her husband when she got home, but what she did do was, later in bed, get him to fuck her aching body, just to satisfy the way her juices had been stirred by the events of the previous few days. Then Mrs Brigstock tried to put the thoughts to the back of her mind. Were these feelings relevant to the fact that Emily's sexual appetite had increased as she had got older? Although she saw herself as a happily married woman, a professional administrator, she loved dressing to perfection, she loved being admired, and her body was usually aching for physical enjoyment. It was lucky that her husband was a fit, strong man, because Emily regularly put him in a position where there was no doubt that she needed satisfying, she needed to be pushed to the limits of physical enjoyment, where her body needed fucking until she wanted no more....for that particular day, anyway. It was when Emily arrived for work on a Tuesday morning, tripping her high heels round the college path as usual, that she got a call from Jack Honey as she was passing his workshop. She gave him one of her friendly smiles as he called out his usual banter. 'Morning Mrs Brigstock. You're looking good again, as usual.' A gust of wind had managed to blow the spotted dress apart to reveal an enticing look at Emily's stocking tops, and Jack Honey was taking full advantage. 'Why don't you pop in the workshop for a cup of coffee? You might want to have a look at what's just popped up,' he laughed. Emily tried to fend off his invitation again. 'I don't think so, Mr Honey. I can just imagine what's popped up, and I might never get out alive, you old devil.' But his face turned a little more serious. 'Joking aside, Mrs B, I think you ought to have a look at this Email that plopped onto my computer last night. I promise, nothing else, and I'll keep my hands to myself. I'll make you a coffee while you have a look at the screen.' Emily could see he was being serious and gingerly stepped over the threshold of the workshop. As the kettle boiled, Honey brought up the email and Emily sat down to read. Her face began to take on a blushing red colour as she took in the words and then looked at the attachment. The EMail was addressed from 'The Emily Appreciation Club' and was signed by 'Your greatest admirers,' and the address was obviously a sub account that could never be traced, even if Emily wanted to. As she read the erotic, and sometimes crude and sexual, words, her face was turning redder and redder and her heart beat was getting faster and faster. This was no pathetic fan mail from immature little college students, this mail was totally eloquent and straight to the point, making it quite clear what their intentions were and telling Emily how she should react. She read the words first, before she opened the attachment, and even the words brought a pang of panic and anger to the administrator's fuddled brain. 'Hello, Mrs Brigstock. I expect you are surprised to receive an email from your fan club...did you know you had a fan club at the college? Well, you have quite a large appreciation club and we all think you are a really sexy, hot woman. We could use words that are far more expressive, but I think at the moment all we have to say is that you have lots of admirers. You don't know who we are, but most of us are all members of the senior forms at the college, and we admire your lovely body and the way you dress every time we come across you during college time. We'd love to meet up with you, Mrs Brigstock, and so we have arranged a little get together at a private house for this coming Saturday afternoon. Don't be surprised or shocked, because we would hate you to turn down our invitation. All we ask is that you come along dressed in the items that we ask for.......we really love you looking sexy and we would love to see more of you, Mrs Brigstock. Now, we know that your instant reaction will be to refuse our invitation and ignore our wishes to enjoy your company. We know that you are a married lady who is not known for flirting with other men, but your sexy body and the way you dress is something that we just cannot go on ignoring. We want to see you in privacy, Mrs Brigstock......complete privacy! You will obviously consider telling the Headmaster about this cheeky and insolent mail, and you may want us to receive punishment for daring to talk to you in this way, but we think you ought to reconsider those options, Mrs Brigstock. Attached to this mail are some photos of you that we have managed to collect over the past few months....aren't they wonderful, and so revealing? Before you consider refusing our request and telling the authorities about our little agreement, you will wish to know that......... This mail cannot be traced, and our identities will remain a secret until such time that we meet privately. Furthermore, if you do not agree to our request, we have to tell you that the file of pictures may well be forwarded to the Headmaster and other male members of the staff, as well as your husband and the chairman of the college Governors. We are sorry to be so blunt and unkind, Mrs Brigstock, but we have admired you from afar for so long now, and we are all so frantic with desire to 'enjoy' your company and feast our eyes on that stunning figure, that the time has now come for drastic measures to ensure our wishes come true. If we do not receive a reply from you by Friday evening, we will assume your response is negative and the pictures will be forwarded to the relevant parties on Saturday morning. If, however, your response is favourable (and we do so hope you see things from our point of view, Mrs Brigstock), another mail will be sent to Mr Honey's computer on Friday afternoon, telling you what clothes we would like you to wear on our 'date.' Another mail on Saturday morning will give you the address to attend at 1pm on Saturday. Looking forward to hearing from you, Mrs Brigstock......and you really are our favourite MILF. Your greatest admirers. Emily sat stunned in the chair, staring at the screen before her. Then, she gingerly opened up the attachment. Her mind was whizzing and shaking with disbelief at what was being suggested by these unknown admirers. Initially, she just thought of them as dirty little college students who were playing a prank on an unsuspecting woman. But it had been done with great cunning, and Emily realised all too quickly that it was perfectly serious. These young men weren't playing.......they obviously meant every word, and her heart started to beat even more quickly. Older Woman Excites Senior Students As the items came into view from the attachment, Emily knew that she had to take this shock as seriously as she knew how. There were pictures of her in all manner of positions and it suddenly dawned on her that the flashes that she had encountered over the past few months were from mobile phone cameras.........capturing her when she least expected it, and being saved for this very time........to put her into a position where her options were very limited. Oh God, she thought......what the hell am I going to do now? She turned to Jack Honey, anger all over her face, and almost shouted, 'I suppose you've got something to do with this, Mr Honey, have you?' He looked crestfallen and replied, guilt all over his face. 'How can I have anything to do with this, Mrs Brigstock? It says it's come from the senior college students.......they've just sent it to my email address to make sure you see it.....the pictures are very nice, though,' he laughed. 'Don't you be so bloody insolent, Honey,' Emily snapped back at him. 'If I find out you've got anything to do with this, I'll make sure you get the bloody sack, and I'll make sure those insolent students get expelled,' and her face was red with rage. 'And if you don't find out,' he replied, 'those pictures are going to be sent all over the place, aren't they?' He was right. Could Emily take a chance? Could she just ignore the attempts at blackmail and allow her pictures to end up with her husband, the Headmaster and other staff members, or even the Governors of the college? She lowered her head and she couldn't put a sensible thought together. Emily was stuck! She walked slowly to her office and tried to concentrate on the coming day, but it was almost impossible. The dirty little shits, she told herself. She was an important lady. She was the head of Administration in this posh college, and the Head's 'right-hand man.' She was a lady of propriety, with an upper class way of life and she was a respected married woman in the community where she lived.........oh God, oh fucking hell. Emily remembered two more pictures that had been on the attachment and her gloom became deeper. Perhaps she might be able to admit it all to her husband, and pass it off as adolescent college students having a crush on a member of staff, but the rest? By the end of the day, Emily had calmed down a little but she still couldn't tell her husband what predicament she was in. It would lead to too many difficult questions, and perhaps a full scale argument. Better left alone with her own thoughts, trying to work out a way to bring this frightening episode to a close...but how? But a strange phenomenon overcame Emily during the evening......and she felt so ashamed in having to admit it to herself. The more she thought about these young men taking pictures of her and putting them onto the computer, the more it seemed to bring her little buzzes of excitement, little pangs of shivers that crept up her spine and sent spasms of jolts down into her loins to excite her vagina. It led the mature woman to unwittingly feel frisky and passionate during the evening, to such an extent that she made clear indications to her husband that she wanted fucking badly. She was rampant, her juices were running high, her nipples were rock hard and she just needed hard cock to satisfy her. She got it quite quickly from her husband who couldn't believe his luck, but still Emily couldn't bring herself to divulge what had caused such excitement. She was caught between terrible shame and a form of proud excitement......she was suddenly the centre of attention, where college students were enjoying looking at the fruits of her mature, shapely figure. It slowly dawned on Emily that she would have to keep the appointment at the weekend. There was no way round it. She thought of all manner of ways she might be able to call the bluff of the 'Appreciation club,' but each time she came up against a brick wall. They had the photographs, they might have a lot more, and they might just carry out their threats. She told herself that she could agree to go to the address, where she would read the riot act to these pathetic young men, and the matter would be over. Yes, that's what she would do. She was a mature woman, and she wasn't going to have a bunch of young men tell her what to do and how to behave. Emily had made her mind up. She would send a mail to this effect. She had noted the mail address and, on Wednesday, after college, Emily replied to the note from the 'Appreciation club.' To whoever you are. You may think this is a clever little prank that you are playing, but I don't think it is very funny. If you think it through, it could lead to terrible consequences for you all when your cheap attempt at blackmail is exposed. I am an important woman in the college, and you really should have more respect for the position I hold. However, I will agree to meet with you, just to identify you and bring this matter to a close, but don't for one moment think that I will agree to go along with any further wishes you may have. Be warned......send the address, as you have indicated. She didn't sign it, and just pressed the button to send the reply on its way. Then, Emily waited with mounting apprehension, trying to keep as calm as possible. The bloody cheek of it all, she thought. Over the next day or two, she tried to look some of the students in the eye at college, to see if there was any sign of guilt. She knew who the possible suspects might be but there was no clue at all. They all smiled and greeted her with 'Morning, Mrs Brigstock,' but that was it. No tittering or sniggering as she walked by and Emily was still left clueless. Then, on Friday morning, on her way into college, Honey peeped out from his workshop. 'There's another mail for you, Mrs Brigstock. I think you need to read this one, too.' She had been expecting it, and her nerves were jangling as she sat in Honey's chair. This one was more to the point, and was pleased to know that she had agreed to meet her 'fans.' They hoped she wouldn't be disappointed at meeting them, but they still had the photos, so would Emily kindly agree to wear a very short skirt, with very high heels........and some white knee-high socks! They would send the address on Saturday morning. Emily's stomach turned as she read the words. They wanted her to dress like a college girl. Oh my God! She was a woman who held a senior post in a posh college, and was respected wherever she went. She didn't pander to people's wishes, only that of her husband........and these little upstarts wanted her to come to a meeting dressed up as a college girl. Christ, it gets worse, she thought. She didn't sleep that night and returned to college on Saturday morning, as usual. She had told her husband that she would be going shopping on Saturday afternoon and, anyway, he was shift-working all day on Saturday, so the inconvenience would not inflict onto her home life. But still she couldn't concentrate on her work during the morning. The short skirt, high heels and white socks were in a bag that Emily had brought to work, but she had no intention of wearing them at all.........these monsters couldn't dictate to the college administrator.........but something deep inside her had told her that she ought to bring them anyway. At 12 noon, Emily took a deep breath and walked round to Jack Honey's workshop. He was smiling as she walked into his big hut and she could see him sitting at his computer. The screen was blank. 'Well,' she asked, irately. 'Is there a message for me?' 'There was a mail for me, telling me to take you to a certain phone box about 20 minutes drive away. We'd better go, Mrs Brigstock. We should get a phone call there at 1245.' Emily was almost spitting blood with anger but what could she do? She climbed into Honey's car and soon they were in the country lanes, with only a few houses dotted about. Emily wasn't too familiar with the area, having only travelled in the area by train, but at about 1240, they came to a country crossroads with a phone box on one corner. Emily opened the car door to go to the box, but Honey interrupted. 'I've got to take the call, Mrs Brigstock....you wait here in the car.' Emily was raging again. 'Well, you tell these bloody awful young men to stop playing the fool and get on with it. I'll give them a piece of my mind when we eventually get there.' A few minutes later, she heard the phone ring and watched Honey talk for only a moment or two. Then he was back in the car. 'Left turn, first right and then keep driving until we come to a big house on the right,' he said. The car wound down the lanes, following the directions, and it was just green fields, bushes and trees most of the way. Suddenly, they could see a big detached house on its own looming up on the right hand side. There were no other houses for at least half a mile so this must be the right place. Honey drew the car up on the gravel drive-way and looked at Emily Brigstock. 'I think you had better knock on the door, Mrs Brigstock,' he smiled. Again, Emily took a deep breath, picked up her bag, and slowly left the car and made her way to the big, wooden door with a huge brass knocker. As she was just about to bang the knocker, the door slowly opened but no-one was there. She suddenly heard a male voice. 'Thankyou for coming, Mrs Brigstock........come into the lounge on the left.' Gingerly, Emily did as she was told, pushing the lounge door open and sliding into the room. She heard the front door bang close behind her. Three senior students were lazing back on the sofa and in armchairs, and another came into the lounge behind her, shutting the door as he came. The room was huge, with French windows at the far end leading out onto a magnificent garden with lawns, trees, shrubs and a fish pond. There was a plush carpet covering the whole of the floor, coffee tables, paintings on the walls, a piano in one corner and the whole place smelled of wealth and opulence. In the corner was a computer and screen set upon a huge desk. Emily recognised all four young men at once. Behind her, standing and smiling in just jeans and a white shirt was George Grimaldi. At over 6 feet tall, he towered over Emily. The other three were Steven Smart, Jos Trent and Baz Stone, all good looking young men, either 18 or 19 years old. Emily wanted to get this thing over with as quickly as possible, and tried to begin a tirade of angry abuse. 'What the hell do you think you lot are playing at?' she began. 'You just can't tell a woman like me what she has to............,' but Baz Stone, who seemed to be the spokesman, interrupted her. 'Sorry, Mrs Brigstock...or should we call you Emily? We don't really think you have a choice any more in what happens. Please consider it an honour that we...and there are quite a few others at college who have the same opinion......find you very appealing and would like to enjoy your company in a more relaxed atmosphere. I think you've seen some of the pictures we have of you, haven't you? There are a lot more where they came from, and we know you wouldn't like anybody else to get their hands on them, would you?' 'You jumped up little bastards,' Emily fumed. 'Why should I believe anything you say? You haven't got the nerve.....!!!' Baz Stone went on. 'Haven't we, Emily? On that computer over there, there are all your pictures. Go and have a look if you want. If you walk out now, the pictures will whizz their way to the people we identified previously. You don't want that Emily, do you? Anyway, you have no idea where you are, do you, and you have no transport to take you back to the college, do you? So just relax, Emily......oh, you don't seem to be wearing the clothes we asked for, do you? Naughty girl, Emily.' Emily thought of Jack Honey waiting in the car but, just then, he appeared through another door and took a seat at the far end of the room, smiling all over his face. Bastard, thought Emily. He's just as bad as the rest of them, and is obviously in on the whole scheme. What were her options, she thought. Baz Stone was even taller than Grimaldi, with a shock of blonde hair, broad shoulders and an athletic physique. He just smiled at Emily as she tried to fluster her way, but slowly she was losing control. 'So, you little monkeys, you've even got the lecherous Honey involved in your little scheme, haven't you? What the hell are you expecting to achieve?' Honey grinned from his chair and spoke up briefly. 'I'm sorry Mrs Brigstock....I couldn't resist the opportunity once the students told me what they had planned........and rest assured that it will all stay within the confines of these four walls......if you listen to what Bazzer has to say!' Baz Stone carried on the conversation. 'What we expect to achieve, Mrs Brigstock, is to enjoy that tremendous body that you have. I mean, you strut around the college in tight clothes, with your nose in the air, and you think you are untouchable. Mature women like you, with wonderful tits, sexy legs and a hot ass are the thing of men's dreams. Yet you seem to think that we can look at the wonderful goods on display but we can't touch. We don't really seem to see it like that, because we all think you're a MILF.....Mother I'd Like to Fuck, Mrs Brigstock......sorry, Emily. Most of us even use one of your pictures as a screen saver on our phones,' and he held up his mobile phone so that Emily could see what he meant. 'God,' she exclaimed. 'Where did you get that?' 'Never mind that, Emily. Just believe that we have lots of pictures of you, and they are all wonderful, Emily. Now, instead of wasting time....did you bring the clothes we asked for....or are you going to be a pain in the ass all afternoon?' and Baz Stone laughed at the power he was now holding. Emily could think of no words to try and ease the situation. She was well and truly stuck and could see no immediate way out. Four of the senior students....and that bastard Honey,...... had manipulated her into coming to this house in the middle of nowhere, and she didn't know which way to turn. She had no way of getting home....she hadn't a clue where they were....and Honey was now part of the 'welcoming' party, so it was no good relying on him. Baz Stone had made it quite clear why she was here but at least there was no threat of violence.....only complete shame if she didn't condescend to their wishes. Emily didn't know whether to laugh or cry. 'I did bring the clothes as a matter of fact, but I'm not stripping off here just to bring thrills to teenagers like you,' and she tried to sound as though she was still in control. She wasn't! 'Top of the stairs, first door. Go and change.....now, Emily....and make it quick.' This time Baz was firm, loud and commanding and Emily just lowered her eyes and made for the door. They were now bleeding the anger out of Emily, starting to dominate her and she just had to go along with their wishes for the moment. She shivered as she changed into the clothes, and knew the 'appreciation club' were getting the better of her. Within 5 minutes, she gently eased back into the huge lounge and just stood there. All 5 pairs of eyes were marvelling at the stunning figure in the short skirt, high heels and white socks. Emily looked eminently fuckable, and she knew that's what they were all thinking. There were sighs of appreciation all round but Emily tried to stop it there and then. 'There, you've seen what you wanted. Can I go home now?' It was a brazen attempt. 'Not so fast, Mrs Brigstock,' smiled Stone as he rose from his chair. He nodded to Grimaldi who was again standing behind the mature wife. As Bazzer came up close to the wonderful body, Emily felt her hands being held firmly at her sides by Grimaldi. 'Can't waste this wonderful opportunity, can we,' and Stone's hand rose to the white shirt and undid the top three buttons. 'Christ, what are you doing,......get your dirty little paws off of me, and, Grimaldi, let go of my arms,' but Emily knew exactly what they were doing, and just closed her eyes. Her hopeless pleas were ignored and then she felt a hand slide inside the shirt to feel the flesh of her wonderful breasts encased in the tight bra. The big fingers of the 19 year old ran over the bra to feel the hard nipples straining to escape, while the strong hands held her wrists tightly and all Emily could do was feel the slow, tantalising fingers explore her tingling tits. Then, suddenly, Stone's other hand slid down the front of the short skirt and went underneath onto Emily's panties. He found the right spot straight away and began caressing her cunt through the thin material. Oh God, she thought, and tried to squeeze her thighs together but she couldn't stop the searching fingers from finding her most sensitive spot. She thought about shouting and protesting further, but it would be useless, and who would hear her in this deserted house. And all the time, fingers were beginning to play soft, gentle tunes on her body, her nipples were tingling and the more she thought about fighting, the more she had to admit that her body and senses were starting to shamefully enjoy and give in. Emily began to sigh and quietly moan as her body was explored, with fingers playing with her nipples and also rubbing over her cunt lips and across her hard clit. 'Like it, Emily, do you?' teased Baz Stone. 'You look fabulous, doesn't she guys? Why don't we have a better look at those big tits of yours, Emily?' and he undid the rest of the buttons on the shirt and pulled down the bra until it was lodged under the stunning breasts. Indeed, the nipples were now like rocks, and Stone bent his head to take one into his mouth. He began to suck on Emily's hard nipple like a baby at feeding time, and she just moaned. She wouldn't dare show that she was enjoying it, but Emily unwittingly thrust out her chest so that Bazzer could get a lot more of the wonderful flesh and the nipple into his mouth. All the time, his fingers were playing in Emily's panties, feeling her cunt get wetter and wetter with excitement, her cunt lips opening to his touch, her feet moving slightly apart as her enjoyment increased. Then, Grimaldi whispered in her ear. 'If I let go of your arms, Emily, will you still keep fighting, or will you be a good little girl. Your choice, Emily. Will you be a good girl?' All the time, Emily's resistance was decreasing and slowly disappearing. The feelings between her legs were now so warm and exciting, and coupled with her tits being on fire from the wonderful sucking she was receiving, Emily was finding it more and more difficult to find the energy to fight back. Gently, she nodded her head and quietly moaned. Older Woman Excites Senior Students 'Ummm...... yes, I'll be a.....I'll be a good girl.' Grimaldi slowly let go of her wrists, but there was no fight-back. Emily's hands just went to Stone's head and held him onto her breasts, like a mother guiding her child. At her rear, Grimaldi's own hands went to the back of her skirt and began to lift the hem. Her glorious legs came into view even more, and then her wonderful, shapely ass. She felt Grimaldi caress her ass all over, kneading the flesh, pinching and squeezing.........and Emily suddenly felt excited. Four hands were all over her, her tits, her cunt and now her stunning ass, and she knew that her resistance had completely gone. She also noticed the other two teenagers sitting in the armchairs, gently stroking the bulges in their jeans. Steven Smart and Jos Trent were watching avidly and she knew that they could see her gradually giving in to her feminine passions, moaning slightly as the hands moved over her body. Her big tits were on display and Bazzer was certainly enjoying the exploration, sucking and nibbling on each nipple in turn, and squeezing the mounds of flesh. At Emily's rear, Grimaldi was concentrating on her stunning ass, having pushed the little skirt right up to her waist. She could feel his hands really kneading the firm cheeks of her ass, and his hands moved her legs even further apart. Both young men were then able to each move a hand down between Emily's legs, from front and behind, feeling the wet panties. As the hands moved gently round between her open legs, they could feel the lips of her cunt open to their touch, and they could feel the hard clit resist the way they pushed against it. At each touch, a little groan escaped from Emily's mouth and she also moaned when fingers were pushed against the panties, going into her cunt when the wet lips gave way willingly. Grimaldi's hand also gripped the cheeks of her ass, squeezing hard and easing the flesh apart from the other cheek. Emily had never felt four hands play between her thighs before and each touch was bringing untold pleasure. Suddenly, Smart and Trent rose from their seats, still stroking their hard cocks, and moved around the mature body. Did Emily panic? Only a little. 'You young men are going to be in serious trouble if anyone ever finds out about this, you know!' she groaned. Grimaldi spoke from behind her. 'I don't think anyone is going to tell, Mrs Brigstock, are they, least of all you, eh?' As he spoke, his fingers pushed hard against the material of her panties, pushing open the lips of her soaking cunt and entering her body. Emily almost squealed with pleasure. 'I think you are enjoying the sensations too much, aren't you,' he went on, 'because we knew you were a lady with a hot body who just wanted a little bit of coaxing.' Baz Stone went on. 'You see, Emily, we knew that a snobbish woman like you, who goes around with her nose in the air, flashing her big tits and stocking tops when she thinks no-one is looking, is really begging for it. Are you begging for it, Emily..........I can feel that your pussy is getting really wet and your nipples are like sticks of rock.....you love it, don't you, Emily?' By then Smart and Trent also had their hands all over the succulent flesh, and phone cameras were clicking every few seconds, taking in the contours of the mature body from every angle. Emily attempted to protect her modesty and just couldn't admit to her enjoyment. 'I'm NOT begging for it, but.......but......oh God, this shouldn't really be happening....but......but....ummmm,' and she was lost for words and didn't make any attempt to close her legs or fight off her tormentors. She just sighed and gave in again to the multitude of hands that continued to explore her. Her breasts were being mauled, there were fingers between her legs, playing with her clit, playing inside of her cunt, there were hands on her ass, squeezing and easing the cheeks apart, and there was at least one mouth clamped to her nipples, trying to suck the blood from her. All the time, Jack Honey sat in his chair, grinning and playing with his cock through his trousers. This was his dream come true, to see Mrs Brigstock's body, to watch it being played with, to see it exposed in all its glory...and he hoped he might get to sample some of it in due course! In the mean-time, Emily had lost all sense of what hand was doing what to her body. Flashes from cameras were going off periodically, her flesh was being mauled on every part of her body, and suddenly she felt her wet panties being slowly eased down her thighs. They ended up stretched between her glorious thighs and then her shirt was removed and her bra unclipped. Emily was totally topless, her clothes strewn on the floor. It was a green light for the hands to explore every little part of her body. She moaned and breathed heavily as she felt two fingers slide right up inside her, her cunt being stretched while her juices began to seep endlessly. She couldn't hold back any longer. 'Oh my God....you're real bastards, you cunning young men....but it feels so good....ummm!' The final capitulation from the fine looking mature woman. It was Steve Smart who grabbed her hand and slipped it into his open jeans. He held her wrist tightly while Emily found his hard cock...and another sigh came from her lips. There was no doubt that this was a young, throbbing cock, as stiff as a rock and Emily curled her fingers around it and eased the prick out from the jeans. She began to stroke the specimen up and down, and then she suddenly felt hard skin against her ass, as well as her little panties being stripped right down and off her legs. It was Grimaldi, and his cock was inching its way between Emily's legs at the rear. Was she going to protest and cause a further scene or was she going to accept the inevitable? The cock moved closer, the hands still played all over her body, and her excitement and hot juices told Emily the answer. She leaned forward a fraction, thrusting her delicious ass out and arching her back, and carried on rubbing Steve Smart's cock up and down, giving expert caresses to the tool in her hand. 'Ahhhhhhh!' and she moaned with satisfaction as she felt Grimaldi's cock slide into her waiting body. It was heaven. A young, vibrant cock was penetrating her body, a thick cock that stretched her and pushed all the way into the depths of her wet cunt. He held her hips and began to fuck the mature woman who was the object of all their fantasies. At the same time, Smart held Emily's head and eased her down to his prick. He was fully rampant now and all he wanted was for Emily to gobble him up. She did so with ease. Her mouth opened and she slid as much cock as she could get down into her throat. Grimaldi held her hips and Smart held her head and Emily began to be fucked by two cocks at once. She was fully compliant and, dare one suggest, Emily was now using her experience to satisfy the students around her. She backed into Grimaldi as his cock lunged into her, and she let her lips slide right over Smart's cock to try and take all of him into her mouth. Still she moaned, sighed and groaned as the ecstatic feelings washed over her. Stone grasped both of her fine tits from underneath and played with the mounds of flesh, and other hands rubbed her back, squeezed her ass and generally enjoyed the feeling of the prize body in their grasp. Emily Brigstock was certainly a MILF and the fantasies of the students knew no bounds. 'We knew, Emily,' smiled Baz Stone as he held tightly to the luscious breasts, 'that you wouldn't need much persuasion to let yourself go.......and you haven't disappointed us. You certainly have one hell of a body......and I think you aim to please, don't you?' he laughed. Grimaldi was still banging away doggie fashion at Emily's rear while she swilled Smart's cock round her mouth. Then Jos Trent took out his cock and almost pushed Smart aside to enable him to feed his cock into her mouth. Her red hair was held firmly and both teenagers began to take turns in fucking her mouth. Emily held both cocks in her hands and alternately sucked and licked each one, sliding the vibrant young cocks into her throat as though she hadn't eaten for days. Grimaldi speeded up his thrusts into Emily's cunt, grasping her hips even more tightly now, and he tried to get deeper with each stroke. Innnn,... out, innnn...., out, and he was almost lifting Emily off the floor. She was groaning loudly now, the muffles grunting from her well filled mouth. 'Aghhhh, ahhhhh, ughhh,' and Grimaldi hammered into her for the last few strokes. There was no doubt that his young body had become over excited at fucking such a superb woman, and he had reached his pinnacle. He held her waist tightly and thrust his cock right into her soaking cunt for one last time, and held it there. She felt it at once. Rope after rope of hot cum was being fired deep into her body, and Emily could feel the warm liquid hitting the walls of her cunt. Grimaldi went on for some moments until he was totally satisfied and spent, and then he eased his youthful cock from the appreciative body. 'Wow, she's a fantastic fuck....firm, hard and juicy,' grinned Grimaldi as he sat back in an armchair, stroking his still hard cock. Emily's mouth was still occupied with Smart and Trent's cocks, sliding them in turn into her throat, feeling the thickness of the youthful pricks tickle the back of her mouth and then, suddenly, Baz Stone grabbed her wrists again. Emily was still standing, but bent over to service the cocks, and now Stone held her wrists behind her back with one hand, while his other hand caught her head of red hair. 'Now, Emily,' he started. 'Tell us you want some more...go on, you love it, don't you?' His hands still held her head and her wrists, and Smart and Trent were rubbing their wet cocks over her face. 'Go on, Emily. Say you want some more.' While Grimaldi had been fucking her, she had begun to feel the excitement mounting in her body, the tell-tale signs meandering round her aching cunt, her juices rising beautifully all round her shapely body. What should she say? Should she just give in and admit that her sexual appetite wanted more young cock, wanted fucking until she was satisfied, or should she try and retain some semblance of dignity. It was hardly dignified to have 4 of the senior students exploring her half naked body, cocks sliding in and out of her throat, her cunt filled with cum from one of them, but Emily tried to hold on to her pride. 'You have blackmailed me, you little shits, into this situation, but.......but....oh God, just do it, just do it, you bastards.' She was in no position to argue and Bazzer just laughed as he held her head. 'Now, let's see how good you are, Emily, with your throat. Show her, men!' As he held her in position, bent over, Trent and Smart began to ease their cocks into her mouth again. One at a time, but now Emily had no control even though she opened her mouth willingly. With her hands held behind her back and her head being controlled by Stone, Emily just had to accept the way they were using her. First Jos Trent pushed his big cock into her mouth and then held her round her neck. He moved in deeply and Baz Stone held her head firmly. Trent's cock pushed a little deeper and then he slid backwards to her lips and then eased in again. Emily knew what they were trying to do.....they wanted to make her gag, get into her throat, open her gullet and really fuck her mouth as deeply as possible. Trent pushed in again, held her face and then went even deeper. Emily's gullet opened, her throat was wide and two hands were holding her head in place. There was no escape. She almost gagged as Trent started the long, deep fuck of her mouth. Suddenly, Honey was by their side, a digital camera going click, click, click. As Trent continued to fuck Emily's face, his strokes sliding deeper with each stroke, Bazzer pushed home her embarrassment. 'Look at the camera, Emily....just look up,' and Honey fired off a couple more shots. Her head was still held firmly and Trent was still fucking her mouth, a little faster now, but each stroke was pushing as far as he could get into her gullet. She kept grunting and gagging but Emily knew that she couldn't change the situation. Her eyes briefly looked up at the camera, saw the flash, and then she went back to watching the big cock slide in and out of her stretched mouth. Then, as Trent slid out, Emily gasped for as much breath as she could before Steven Smart took hold of her head. Emily watched his cock slide towards her lips and she dutifully opened her mouth again. As another youthful, demanding cock slid into her mouth, it started again. Her head was held firmly while Smart eased in deeply, then he slid out, and then he went in again. It got deeper each time, and Jack Honey flashed a few more shots off. Emily knew these photographs would be dynamite but what could she do. The big cock was going right into her throat and, with her head held firmly, she just had to suck, swallow and gag as best she could. It seemed to go on forever and she could feel Smart's balls and pubic hair tickle her chin as his cock filled her whole mouth and throat. Was she going to get a mouthful of cum firing into her at any moment, or was.......oh God, her jaw began to ache and Emily had a job swallowing but then Baz Stone suddenly looked at Jos Trent. 'Lay on your back, Jos. Let's give the little lady a rest,' he grinned. Trent went onto the plush carpet on his back, his hard cock waving up at the ceiling. Stone went on. 'Come over here, baby.......you can certainly take cock into your throat, can't you? I knew you'd be a great cock-sucker. Must have had a lot of practice over the years, Mrs Brigstock,' he teased. 'Now, let's see what you're like on the rodeo!' He led Emily over to where Jos was laying. She eyed his firm, hard cock as it waved in the air and she almost felt ashamed at how she had been manipulated into these positions. She dare not indicate that her body was on fire and excited, but still a warm glow filtered all round her body and she knew that this was an experience that would stay with her forever. She sighed softly and allowed Stone to ease her down and over Jos Trent. Emily didn't need any more instruction. She was still aching, her body still excited and she eased her knees apart as she knelt over Trent. She felt a brief fumble at her open cunt from Stone's hand, and Trent grabbed her hips to help ease her down. Emily finally felt the head of Trent's cock between her cunt lips, she closed her eyes, and then she gingerly eased down. 'Oh God,' she moaned. 'it feels good...ummmm.....Christ, it feels so big,' but Trent still eased her down and Emily felt this wonderful cock begin to fill her up. She was lifted slightly, and then back down, inch by inch, and then Emily finally enveloped the thick prick inside her accommodating cunt. She let out another gratified groan. 'Ummmm...God, it feels so good inside me.' 'You want to be fucked, again, do you,' encouraged Stone. 'Say it then, Emily. Go on, say you want it.' As she felt Trent's cock start to fuck her slowly, up and down, she couldn't help herself. 'Christ, you bastards...yes, yes, I want it. I want fucking. I need fucking badly. There, I've said it....so just do it to me.......ohhhhhhhh!!' 'Oh dear me,' laughed Baz Stone. 'The prim and proper Emily Brigstock, the lady who wouldn't let butter melt in her mouth, the sexy, snobbish bitch who likes to tease but never touch.....she wants fucking, she wants fucking badly, doesn't she!' Emily just ignored him, closed her eyes, and felt the hands on her hips move her up and down over Trent's wonderful cock. 'Stop for a moment,' Stone instructed his pal, Jos. Jos Trent stopped moving Emily's body and just held his cock inside her. Emily suddenly raged with frustration. 'Christ, what now? You're a bastard, Stone.......I've told you.....ummmm, oh God, just let me have Trent's cock inside me, fucking me like I want it.' Baz Stone pulled a mobile phone from his pocket and switched on the 'video' button, pointing it at the mature female impaled on Trent's cock. 'Say it again, Emily, and then you can enjoy all the cocks we're going to give you. Say you love being a sexy bitch, and you love being fucked by young cocks. Go on, Emily.' Stone nodded at Jos Trent who began to slide the stunning body up and down again. Emily closed her eyes again but didn't want the movement to stop again. 'Oh God.....I love it, you know I love it. I'm a dirty, sexy bitch who loves having young, hard cocks fucking me. Ummmmm!' Every word and frame was being captured on Stone's phone and Trent began to speed up. Her tits began to bounce up and down, and the film could see Emily's open legs go up and down over Trent's throbbing cock, each stroke bringing a wonderful groan from Emily's lips. Baz Stone continued the verbal torture. 'So you're going to be an obedient woman, Emily, are you, so you can have lots of young cocks fuck you, and play with your body. We want to hear you say it, Emily. We want to hear you tell us that you promise to be obedient to your admirers so that they can enjoy sliding big cocks inside that ripe, sexy body. Do it, Emily.' 'Ohhh, Christ...that feels good right up inside me,' and Trent was bouncing her body up and down now, pushing her right down onto his thick cock, and Emily was getting more frantic by the minute. She really no longer cared what she was saying, and just wanted the wonderful feelings in her body to continue, on and on for however long it could last. 'Yes, yeeeeeees, yes, you little shit,' she almost screamed. 'I love having your cocks inside me, fucking me hard....I am being obedient, aren't I, and I'll be even more obedient and submissive if you just use me however you want to and fuck me hard.' 'Good girl, Emily,' laughed Stone and he knew that every word was saved to his camera......what wonderful ammunition for future use, if necessary. He slid the phone back into a pocket and then knelt down, behind Emily, and between Trent's open legs. He watched Emily's stunning ass rise up and down on Trent's cock, and he wrapped his arms round her to grab her bouncing tits. He pulled her nipples, lifted the wonderful flesh and cupped each breast in his hands. The mature wife felt as though she was being split in two each time Trent hammered her down onto his cock. Up, down, up, down and it was pushing her open and disappearing into the depths of her womb. She was almost screaming with lust and pleasure now, her body just being moved along on a tide of sexual excitement. Her moans and groans were coming almost every second as Trent pushed up into her luscious cunt, and then Baz Stone started to play with the lips of her cunt and ran her juices across her little, puckered anus. He shuffled forward some more while his fingers still played with the little, pink rose-bud. Older Woman Excites Senior Students He was making her ass wet, and then he slid a finger gently in between the cheeks of her stunning bottom. Emily shuddered at the possibilities, but was more than occupied by Trent's wonderful cock ramming into her body, making her squeal and groan with each stroke. 'No, no, not my..........!' but Bazzer was quick to nullify the half hearted protests. 'Shhhhh, Emily, there's a good girl. You know you want it, don't you....you know you need to be a good girl,' and as he spoke, his hard cock was easing against Emily's anus. Trent could see what was happening and had slowed his strokes so that Bazzer could complete the wicked deed, and then.......'Ahhhhhhh!' Baz Stone had parted her cheeks and was suddenly inside Emily's delectable ass. Like Trent, Bazz held onto her hips and gently eased into Emily's bottom. Inside her just a little, then out, and then back into her ass a little further. Baz could feel Jos's prick through the thin membrane of skin, and the two teenage cocks started to move in unison with one another. Emily was taking deep breaths as she felt the assault on her body begin slowly. She had two cocks in her for the first time ever and, although a little painful to begin with, her lust was at such a pinnacle that she just eased up and down as best she could. Her cunt was filled up, then it eased back and Stone slid his cock into her ass. Oh Christ, she moaned. 'Good girl, Emily. Good girl,' teased Stone. 'I knew you'd like two cocks inside you, fucking you and giving you what you want.' Emily was in the throes of total enjoyment. 'Shut up, Stone, you bastard,' she moaned. 'Just fuck me, fuck me like that......ahhhhhhh!' All three bodies were moving up and down, in and out, harder, deeper, the prim Emily Brigstock getting a double fuck like she'd never had before. Her head hung down, her tits swayed, her mouth was open and her whole body was out of control as it took the two young cocks which ever way they chose to have her. 'Oh God, oh my God.........uhhhhhh, ummmm, for fuck's sake, that feels so gooooood! You young bastards......more, please....mooore, ahhhhhh!' Stone and Trent were thrashing up and down, forward and back now, and Emily was locked in the middle, one cock or the other ramming into her appreciative body every second. 'I knew I'd have your ass by the end of the day, Emily.....it's fuckin' brilliant...can you feel it?' Stone teased some more. Emily ignored him as her head lolled in total abandonment. By now, the other 3, Smart, Jack Honey and Grimaldi had moved nearer the bodies on the floor, and were all stroking their thick hard-ons. Even George Grimaldi, who had already planted one lot of his seed into Emily's cunt, was rock hard again. They were all standing up, close to her head and were rubbing frantically as she continued to bounce harshly up and down on the two cocks. There was no talking now as each concentrated on pure satisfaction. Steven Smart was clicking his phone camera as well as playing with his rigid cock, and the scene was one of sexual depravity and lust. There were grunts, moans of inspiration, sweat and perspiration, and it all became too much for Jack Honey. As he moved closer to Mrs Brigstock, his hand jacking his cock up and down, he just began to fire his climax in her general direction. He, too, was out of control, and some went over her naked chest while some fired all across the plush carpet. There was a look of happy satisfaction all over his face as he collapsed into an armchair, a spent but smiling man. Smart and Grimaldi were now either side of Emily's face, playing with their cocks, while she continued to feel the two cocks force their way into the depths of her cunt and ass. She was squealing uncontrollably, almost fainting from enjoyment and lust when, suddenly, Smart held her face and closed his cock in to only a few inches away. The first jet hit Emily on the forehead and began to trickle down. The next and the next caught her cheeks and chin and soon her face was covered as Smart finally subsided. It was as if nothing had happened as Emily went on squirming on the two cocks, oblivious to other feelings while her cunt and ass were being attacked. She could feel it rising in her body, she could feel it coming, the wonderful sensations that took over her whole being. 'Yeeeees, oh my God......ummm, yeeeeees....it's there, it's there...Christ!' she wailed, and her body shuddered and her nervous system was on fire as this stunning climax took over. At the same time, Grimaldi was there and he wanted her to take it. He held her head and poked his cock at her lips. Emily couldn't care less now, her body shaking through the climax, and she just opened her mouth. Grimaldi slid his cock in, only just in time, and Emily began to swallow, as if she were drinking a liqueur down. She swallowed and gulped for what seemed like ages, and then Grimaldi, too, was finished. Still the two cocks in her were sliding back and forth but it had to happen. First it was Stone, but Trent was close behind. The final strokes were frenetic, hard and fast and then nothing.....the two rampant cocks held still in her body as each student emptied his sac of sperm into the waiting, mature woman. Emily could feel them explode inside her, fluids firing deep into her body, but still her own climax permeated round and round. This was the final scene as each person groaned a satisfied mumble of words. Emily hung her head, exhausted, her body still shivering from the cocks that were planted right up her, and she could feel the cum trickling from her two orifices. She felt Stone pull gently out of her ass but she didn't have the energy to lift herself from Trent's body. They were all spent and satisfied and she suddenly felt the humiliation and shame that the afternoon's events were bound to bring. She had been fucked senseless by a group of senior students who had taken great delight in picturing and recording nearly every scene. She didn't need telling that they had the ammunition to attract and blackmail her to their web any time they wanted.....and she would be powerless to do anything about it. What the hell did they have in mind? What the hell would they do? Gradually, Emily managed to get to her feet and began to get dressed. She was sore, she was shaking and unsteady on her feet, and cum was all over her. She went and washed in the cloakroom and when she returned, Baz Stone smiled and said, 'You were wonderful, Emily.....but then we knew you would be. Don't worry, not a word will be breathed by any of us........but of course, we'll be in touch again soon, won't we?' and a sarcastic look crossed his face. Emily gave him a dirty look and waited for her lift home! Would that be the end? She tried not to think of what might be the consequences!! Older Woman from Work I was 28 years old and owned my own place. I lived alone in the two-bedroom house following the break up with my girlfriend the month before. Most nights I would masturbate before going to sleep. As I lay on my bed jerking off, I thought about a number of women. There were women at work, a local girl from the same street and of course the barmaid at the pub just round the corner. Often I came back to someone I had seen that day and very often this was one of the older women at work called Diane. She was ten years older but had the best body I had ever seen. She dressed well and every so often would have on a nice skirt that showed what an amazing backside and legs she had. There was something about the way she moved, her shape and her movements that just filled me with desire for her. Diane was very easy to talk to and I often found myself making conversation with her. She worked in the customer returns department and it wasn't difficult to find an excuse to go and check her out each day. I don't know if she had any idea how attracted I was to her but she was very friendly. She was also married and sounded like a bit of a doormat. Her husband was a lorry driver and she seemed to do a lot of running around for him. She would often miss drinks after work and evening events because she had to be home to prepare a meal. She often talked about him but it seemed to be with a hint of discontentment. I got the feeling she felt her husband didn't pull his weight. I carried on with my wank thinking about Diane. I imagined her bent over and running my hands up her legs. I thought about how much I wanted to stroke her pussy and then fuck her brains out. Of course if could never happen. It was just a fantasy. ----------------------------------------- After a particularly successful month, the boss took a large group of staff out for a Chinese meal. I ended up seated with my back to the wall in the middle of a long table. As other people arrived, Diane moved along and we were sitting next to each other. I was well pleased with this and even more pleased that her top was quite revealing. Her tits were big but not massive. They were that wonderful shape some thirty something women develop into. We talked quite a bit during the meal. I explained to her about my house and my recent relation shipbreak up. Diane giggled when I hinted at missing the physical side of living with someone. "Wait till you get to my age," she joked. "I wish I could get my lazy slob of a husband to make more of an effort. If he isn't driving, he just watches telly." I don't know why but I didn't feel brave enough to continue this line of conversation. I wasn't going to pry into her marriage even though I was thinking how little I would watch TV if I was married to someone with a body like Diane's. In fact my cock hardened as I sat there speaking to her. Fortunately the table and cloth covered my state of arousal. I quite enjoyed sitting there with a hard on talking to her and decided a wank when I got home would be just the thing. We carried on talking and Diane brought up her husband again saying how possessive he was. I was trying not to pass comment but then Diane said, "I think its because he knows I could find someone else if I wanted to." "I know," is all I could answer. It was sort of an admission that she was attractive. Diane smiled at this complement and we carried on talking. Nothing more happened that evening and she made a point of telling me how she was getting a lift home from another woman in her department. I wanted to give her a lift home. I wanted to get her alone and wait for things to develop. I didn't have massive amounts of confidence with women and my pulling technique was rarely direct. I would often bumble along waiting for signals or signs of encouragement. I know now looking back that I should have been a lot bolder in my younger years. When I got home that night, I fantasized about Diane. I thought about giving her a lift home and her inviting me in, as there was no one home. I thought about going inside and talking some more. Then maybe kissing her on the cheek to say goodnight and it developing into a full on kiss. Then I would undress her and get my hands on her tits. I would feel all up her legs and it would develop from there into a full on fuck. That was the fantasy. About six months later Diane's life got complicated. I didn't really know the facts as she confided more in her female colleagues but I did work out that her husband had cheated on her and she wanted to leave him but had nowhere to go. I sort of pretended I knew nothing about this when we finally did strike up a conversation and she started to moan to me about how hard things were. When she said she had nowhere to go, I offered her a temporary solution. I said she could always stay with me if she was stuck. I could see she really thought it over but she said no but thanks. She touched my arm as she said thanks. I like it. I like her touch. I felt electricity in my body. That night I jerked off twice reliving the conversation and replaying it with a different ending. I wanted Diane to say yes and then I would fantasize about how we could fuck at my house. The next day Diane came to look for me. "Things got worse last night. Is your offer still open?" I was stunned and sat there in silence. I was wondering what could have got worst but she thought I was looking for a way to say no. "It will only be for a few nights," she said trying to persuade me. There was nothing flirtatious or suggested by her request. She was genuinely a woman in need and I told her of course she could stay. Diane moved in that evening. She bought two suitcases and a reading book and not much else. I showed her to the second bedroom in my two-bedroom house and then showed her round the rest of the place. We ended up sitting in her bedroom. I was leaning against the windowsill and she was sitting on the bed. It was a little uncomfortable for both of us and we talked about how strange it felt. We were getting on well and I decided that even if nothing happened physically between us, I was going to enjoy having her here. I reluctantly said good night and left her to unpack the rest of her things. I got ready for bed as it was gone eleven when we finished talking. I often slept nude and walked round the upstairs with nothing on, but I covered up now I wasn't alone. I chose boxers and a robe even thought it was summertime and quite hot. Lying in bed that night in the room next to Diana, I stared at the ceiling and listened. I could hear her moving round in her room and I thought about her body. Of course my hand was stroking my cock and I didn't even realise it. I was too busy thinking about Diane. There was no way in a million years that I would have the confidence to go back to her room. I just lay there stoking myself. Then I heard her door open. Diane had to walk past my door to get to the bathroom. I could hear her footsteps and then the bathroom door shut. She pulled the light chord and I could here running water from a tap. I wondered if she might be naked and got up out of bed. I crept over to my door and peeped out. The bathroom door was an old 1970's retro job with a full length frosted panel in it. I could barely just make out Diane standing at the sink with her back to the door. She was dressed in a robe too. All this time my hand was automatically stoking my cock that was sticking through my boxers. I could only see a shape through the frosted glass but it was Diane's shape and it turned me on big time. I slowly sloped off to bed when I got worried that she could finish in the bathroom and catch me spying on her. I lay in bed and listed to her turn off the tap and switch the light off. Then I heard her footsteps. She knocked gently on my door. "Are you awake?" I panicked and quickly pulled the duvet over my naked cock. "Come in," I said. "I won't come in," said Diana poking her head round the door, "I just wanted to say goodnight and thanks for everything." "That's ok, good night." I answered. She closed the door behind her and I carried on stroking my cock. For some reason I fantasised that she was naked when she poked her head round the door. I couldn't have seen even if she was but I liked the idea that she was naked and I could see her. Of course I knew she had the robe on in the bathroom so it was purely fantasy. I couldn't sleep for thinking about her and after about an hour, I got up to take a pee. I opened the door and looked back at her door. It was ajar but the gap was too narrow to look in and get an angle on the bed. I went to the bathroom and as I was peeing, I noticed her robe on the floor in the corner. She had taken it off. Maybe she had been naked when she put her head round the door to say goodnight. This was too much. I hadn't turned the light on as I was trying not to make any noise but I decided to flush the toilet. I returned to my room and fell asleep after spending time wondering if she was naked. The next morning, Diane was up before me and was already dressed when I went downstairs. We exchanged the usual pleasantries and agreed that I would give her a lift to work. ------------------------------------------------ On the second night I went out to the pub leaving Diane at home. All the time I was in the pub, I could only think about her at home. I ended up staying till quite late in the pub and was a little drunk when I got home. I went straight to bed. All the lights were off and I assumed Diane was fast asleep so I got undressed and made my way to the bathroom completely naked. It was mostly out of habit rather than any plan to flash my new lodger. Again I didn't turn the light on but just the orange glow from the road outside through the bathroom window was enough for making out the sink and toilet. I took a pee and brushed my teeth. As I was leaving the room I was startled by Diane coming into the room. I was even more startled by the fact she was naked. We bumped into each other and my cock hit her thigh. My arm brushed her tits. We both stepped back. She was very sleepy. "Oh," she said, "I didn't hear you come in." "Sorry," I said and quickly went to my room. I lay there in my bed, stunned by what had just happened. Diane and me both naked. We had touched. She was still naked in the bathroom and I listened to her flush and then heard the floorboards creek and she crept back to her room. The next morning was a little uncomfortable. We made small talk but neither of us mentioned our naked collision the night before. All the way to work the atmosphere in the car was very muted. I was worried that she thought I had done it on purpose, that she had seen me and was shocked, that she wanted to move out and a whole load of other stuff. Diane had also told me that she was going to be late home that night. I spent the evening by myself and by eleven pm Diane still wasn't home so I took myself off to bed. I lay in bed reading but not really concentrating on the book. I could only think about Diane and her naked body. My cock twitched at the thought of it touching the bare skin on her thigh. I hadn't seen her pussy but I imagined it. I did get a glimpse of her tits and my arm had touched one. All these thoughts were flying round my head. Then I heard the front door and I knew she was home. I heard her come up the stairs and go into her room. Then Diane went to the bathroom and I heard her walking along the landing past my room. She knocked. I called hello and told her to come in. She peeped round to check I was decent and then she came in. She walked slowly over to my bed wearing the robe. I wondered if she was naked underneath. "I want to apologise for last night," she said. "No need," I replied. "It's your house and the last thing you want is to bump into middle aged women in the nude at all hours." Diane couldn't have been more wrong. "You are my guest and I must remember to consider you also," I responded. "The last thing you want to see is me naked when you are trying to use the bathroom." "I dunno," she quipped. "It's been a long time since a saw a fine body like that with no beer belly" "I'm working on growing a beer belly," I joked back. "Trust me, you look better without it," she said. The mood was light and we had cleared the air. She sat on the bed and we carried on talking. Her butt was pressing next to my leg and I was starting to get aroused. "An old woman like me could get all hot and bothered seeing a naked man walking round the house." Diane was using a very jokey tone but I started to think she was flirting a little. I apologised and explained I usually slept naked. At that moment, Diane realised I was naked under the covers. She sort of looked me over and then changed the subject. We talked a little more and then she got up to leave. "Anyway, I'm glad we cleared the air and you weren't embarrassed." "I wasn't embarrassed at all, just worried that I had shocked you," I answered. "That's sweet, I wasn't shocked or embarrassed." Diane turned and smiled. Then she joked in her self depreciating way, "I better make the most of it, don't know when I might see another naked man." "Anytime you like," I said. I couldn't believe I had said it. She turned and walked back to me. She allowed her robe to open slightly and made no attempt to close it up. Diane sat back on the bed in exactly the same place. She didn't say anything but was thinking things through. "This is mad," she said. "You are here and I am here" "That's right," I agreed. There was tension between us. We both stared at each other. "No one must find out," she said. "Find out what?" I asked. "You know," was all she would answer. There was silence and she asked, "Can I see you again?" "You are seeing me now," I answered. It was a stupid thing to say. I wasn't making this easy for her but I was so nervous myself. Then I tried to recover the moment by saying "Anytime you want." Diane just stared and leaned forward. She reached for the duvet and slowly pulled it. Slowly my chest became bare. Diane stopped looking right at me and looked down to the edge of the duvet as she pulled it. My initial reaction was to stop her but I was frozen. I was also hard as a rock and very soon she was about to see how hard. The duvet slowly travelled down my naked body. If anything she pulled slower and almost stopped as she reached my abdomen. Past my belly button and then she started to reach the top of my cock. It was lying flat on my belly and was now really hard. The head soon appeared and she whispered a faint gasp. She was determined to see it all and she slowly pulled the duvet the rest of the way along its entire length. Soon I was lying completely exposed to this woman who I had fantasized about for so long. As soon as the duvet had cleared past my cock she sped up and pulled it down to about my knees. Then she ran a hand slowly up each leg and bent further forward as they reached up. She was lying across me and I moved my hands to her back to embrace her. Her mouth reached my chest and she kissed it. Then she slowly started to trace downwards with her mouth and kissed her way to my cock. The anticipation was killing me as she took it in her hand to steady it and plunged her mouth over it. Diane was sucking me off. I couldn't believe what was happening. She broke away and looked at me. "I have been dreaming about this since last night," she said. "I have been dreaming about this since the day I met you," I said. It seemed so natural to say it at that moment. I would never have imagined confessing how much I had fancied her for so long. It had been my secret crush on an older woman but there is something about a blowjob that does away with any notions of secrecy. Diane stopped the blowjob and stood up. Staring right at me and smiling, she opened her robe a revealed a naked body except for the skimpiest of thongs. Her tits were fantastic. I couldn't wait to touch them. I sat up but Diane pressed me back. She raised her leg over me and sat across me. Her thong covered pussy was right over my cock as she pushed her tits into my face. I sucked on her nipples as both arms reached behind her to pull her against me. Diane ground her chest into my face. "Suck me, suck my tits, that feels so good." She moaned into my ear. I moved my hands lower down her back and hooked my thumbs into her thong. She moved her hands to her thong. I thought she was going to help me remove them but she held them in place. "I'm not ready for that. Just kiss my tits," she said. I wasn't too disappointed. Diane had a way of saying things. I like her voice. She could say anything to me and it would sound OK. As I continued to suck gently on each nipple in turn, she moaned and ground her pelvis into me. Her legs were astride me as I lay there on the bed and I push my cock to make contact with her thong covered pussy. I could feel the tip of my cock against the material. Diane seemed to push back. She was enjoying it and becoming more adventurous down there. I again tried to remove her thong but she shook her head. Then a smile crossed her face and she plunged back down, kissing her way until my cock was close to her lips. I lifted off the bed to help my cock reach her mouth and she licked it all over. I pushed her head down and she took it into her mouth fully. Then without any warning, she deep throated me. I was rooted to the spot in awe of this woman. My cock had never been in a throat before. Sure I had enjoyed a fair few blowjobs in my time but nothing could prepare me for the feeling as she bobbed her head back and forth as I slipped in deeper than ever. I could hold back no longer and soon my cock throbbed and spasmed and I came. Diane caught the first jet of cum in her mouth but then pulled back. Soon she thrust her tits at my cock and the next two jets of cum hit her chest. She was above me and the cum ran a little off her tits and then hung from them. She smiled and stared at my cum before noticing my cock had stopped spurting. Then she was back on it licking and sucking the tip. It was too sensitive so I pushed her off me onto her back. Diane looked so beautiful as she lay there almost naked on her back smiling at me. "Did you like that?" she said, knowing full well it had been amazing for me. I didn't even answer but just started to kiss her tits again. Diane held the back of my head and pushed me against her tits. My hands started to wonder and one soon worked its way down to her legs. I explored her and rubbed her and soon was trying to open her legs. She held them still and I turned to look at her with a quizzical expression on her face. Then she smiled, still staring at me and opened her legs. My hand was free to explore and she was giving me access to he most precious treasure. I rubbed her over her underwear but soon slipped a finger in and was rubbing her pussy lips. Diane moaned out load as a slipped a finger into her pussy. She arched her back and thrust against my finger as a slowly explored and caressed her soaking pussy. I had never really lost my initial erection and was now back to full hardness. I sensed she was reluctant to fuck. Perhaps she was old fashioned and wanted to take things slow. Hardly, I thought. That blowjob had killed any idea of old fashioned. I could wait no longer and made my move. I slid over her and was soon on top. Her legs opened and I rubbed my cock against her pussy lips. "We can't," she whispered. "We mustn't." I said nothing but kept rubbing and nibbling her neck. Then she opened her legs and reached behind me pulling my backside towards her and in doing so, guiding my cock to her pussy. "I want you sooooo much," Diana purred. "Please, put that inside me." Older Woman from Work In one simple movement I went from rubbing my cock against her to slipping into her. My hardness disappeared inside her and she gasped as the first few thrusts took he breath away. Soon we settled into a rhythm and we were fucking gently on the bed. Her legs were straight and she held them high in the air. Diane panted with each thrust and occasionally offered encouragement. Never talking dirty, but saying things about how good it felt and how she wanted me to keep doing it. I could only keep going for so long. Diane sensed I was going to cum and slowly purred, "You better not cum inside me." I nodded but kept fucking. I intended to pull out at the last possible moment but it was too much. As I came for the second time, I quickly pulled out but I think at least part of the first jet went inside he soaking pussy, the next spurt was over her tits. Diane craned her neck to stare at my cock as the cum oozed out for the final part. She grabbed it with her hand and squeezed a final drop of cum out of me. I rolled over onto my back and she let out a heavy sigh. After only a couple of seconds I sat up and looked her over. Diane lay their naked, looking back at me. Her chest heaved a little as she was slightly out of breath and my cum was all over her tits. My eyes wandered to her pussy. Her legs were still spread open and I reach down to touch her. "I hope I didn't catch any of that," she said. I just smiled and started to finger her again. She closed her eyes and lay back as I slipped two and then three fingers into her. Staring down, I could see waves of pleasure on her face. Having Diane as a lodger was certainly going to be interesting. Older Woman Massages Me Ok so I've heard about those 'stories' where a woman goes to a doctor's office and the doctor comes in and they get it on! I know. I know I've had that fantasy too. But I never thought it was real. I've had those fantasies many times. You talk about doctors offices, dentist's, chiropractor's...you name the place I've probably already thought of it. I had a therapeutic massage appointment for this morning so my mind was racing! I had never had a massage before and I was defiantly in fantasy mode. I thought of the man who would be standing next to the massage table waiting for me. He'd be tall, dark, and handsome. He'd be around 6'2", and dark inviting eyes pulling me towards the table. As I go into the room I become completely naked. He grabs me with his strong arms and ravishes me on the table. His tongue was moving up my body, to my neck, then back to my nipples. His tongue slides along my nipple wetting it before he takes a bite. His teeth make a spark move directly to my pussy. I lie back and one leg moves up. His hand massages my tight, perky, young breast. His long finger moves down caressing my thigh as he moves to my pussy. His finger slowly opens my pussy lips as he travels up to my clit. Wow- I'm getting ahead of myself. You can imagine how wet my pussy was right before my appointment. But was I surprised when I opened the door to find an older woman, probably around 40 years old. Yea I know- that is not old- but it is older than my 20 years. She wasn't just older. She was also kind of overweight. My pussy stopped twitching at that time. She brought me into a room and told me all about the massage and what will be happening. She asked me to undress and lie on the bed with a thin sheet to cover me. I quickly got naked and lied on my stomach. Her hands began to massage my feet, the warm oil felt amazing. Her hands made my feet feel so light and amazing. She then began to move upward to my calf muscles. Her hands were putting the right amount of pressure with the warm oil. She then moved her hands in small strong circles up to the back of my thighs. As her hands moved over my inner thighs her finger grazed my pussy lips. I tensed up not knowing what to do. I felt very uncomfortable. She moved onto my other thigh and her soft warm hands moved back to my pussy lips but this time slid over then and pressed deeply. She then moved up to my ass cheeks and spread them with her fingers. She began massaging me caressing my ass as her fingers moved slowly upward. She applied more oil and began massaging my back grabbing my sides and then moving in circles. She would pickup my breasts by massaging my sides in a circular motion. My heart began to beat faster and I knew I was going to be wet soon. The feeling of her hands on my body was feeling amazing. She told me to turn over and she would massage my front side. I had just shaved this morning so my pussy was little girl soft. This time she started with my neck. She quickly had her fingers moving lower. She told me to just relax and if I'm uncomfortable then just to tell her. I didn't know what to expect so I just lay there not knowing what's next. Her strong fingers begin to massage my breasts. She rotates to my nipples and caresses them with the perfect amount of pressure. She grabs my breasts and squeezes them before she moves down further. She then quickly moves past my tummy and down to my inner thighs. She looks at me and slowly opens my thighs. She waits for a second to see if I would say anything. I didn't, I just kept my eyes closed. She added more oil and massaged my inner thighs. She then brought her finger to my pussy. She slowly and lightly moved her finger over my lips. She then leaned in and began massaging my pussy. She scooted me down the table so my ass was to the edge. My legs dangled over the table and she massaged her hands up to my thighs again. She would massage closer to my pussy then down again, up and down. My back arched and she just pushed harder. She then took her finger and separated my lips. She had more hot oil on her finger and slowly ran her finger up my slit. It was warm and felt amazing. I opened my eyes as she was looking at me. I couldn't believe here I was, on a massage table getting touched in my pussy. Not even that, but also by a woman twice my age, with some gray hair and some excess weight. As I was thinking this I started to feel her breath. As I quickly looked down there I felt her lips on mine. Her warm hot breath added to the sensation I began to moan. Her tongue began to trace its way to my clit. Her fingers spread my legs more so she could really get in there. She began licking faster and harder. Oh god she felt amazing. Her hands began to travel back up my body as her tongue dove into my pussy. She got up and moved over to me. She smiled then took my nipple into her mouth. She began sucking and biting- it felt amazing. I heard her reach over to a desk and she pulled something out. She looked up and smiled once more. "Ready?" she asked. I just nodded. She went back down to my pussy and made sure my legs were spread. She got down there and threw my legs over her shoulders. She then moved in to me. All of a sudden I felt a dildo moving into my pussy. She began thrusting as I opened my eyes. There she was between my legs with a strap-on. My eyes lit up as she thrust into me harder. Her hands where all over my body, grabbing here, pulling there, and with each thrust I moaned louder. She began forcing the cock in my harder and faster. My hips where rocking so hard. In and out, in and out. She told me to quiet down as she fucked me so hard. She then pulled out and brought the strap-on to my mouth. She forced my mouth open and made me give the strap-on head. She then moved up the table onto me, getting into a 69 position. She dove into my pussy as she made me choke on the strap-on. Her fingers moved in and out of me as I began to moan louder and louder. "Ahhhh. Fuck fuck yes. Don't stop." She got off of me and brought the cock back to my dripping pussy. She began fucking me so hard I thought we'd fall off the table. She lunged into me then stole it out. Then plunged right back in harder. Her fingers squeezed and pinched my nipples. I could feel myself about to cum. "God yes. Ohhh ohhh, please don't stop. Yes yes yes!" I began to cum. My body shook hard and I was 'milking' the strap-on. My body arched with each wave that passed over me. She got off and then began kissing me. She told me to get up and put my clothes back on and we'd make another appointment. After I set a day and time she wrote it down and said, "Next time it's a two hour appointment." I looked at her with doubt. "Don't worry love, I plan on getting pleasure from you next time." I quickly walked to the door as I heard her laugh. I was embarrassed at what happened. But I knew I'd keep that appointment, and make many more. Older Woman on Porch For the past couple of days I was walking along the country road I live on and about ½ a mile from my place there is this nice house up on a hill over looking the river. It has a fair sized porch with one of those porch style fireplaces with the back of it facing the road so the light of the fire was reflecting back towards the house obscuring the view of the road or anyone passing by. Each time I passed late in the evening, after the night insects have long since been gone I had noticed that there was someone each evening sitting on a wicker chair enjoying the fire. She was always dressed in evening attire usually a nighty with long opened robe. She always shimmered in the light of the fire and I would stop at the foot of her drive less then 100 feet from where she is always sitting. Close enough that I could see her clearly. Tonight’s attire was especially nice as it was one I had seen her in before that I really liked. It was about a week ago when I first laid eyes upon it as she was coming out of her door and walked over to her chair. Her white robe open to the wind blew open as it was now opened over the sides of her chair. Under which she had on a white lace gown with sheer around the bust and I could see her one leg up to about mid thigh. I never thought much as she always wore lingerie, however this time it was more visible then any other time I passed by. I could make out most of her form. She looked to be about 5’ 6” or so, her short auburn hair shining in the firelight. Long slender legs and arms and with her robe opened as it was I could see her shapely body wrapped in the sheer lacy gown. She was very well proportioned with my estimate of about 130 or so lbs. Standing there looking up at her I decided to move a little closer to get a closer look. I knew with the firelight towards her and my being behind in the dark she would have a difficult time seeing me, even if she could, I doubted it enough to make my way to within 50 feet. Quietly I stood near the tree line with a complete and closer view of her. On the table beside her was a bottle of wine and in her hand a glass that she was drinking from. Slowly she would sip and swallow the nectar. I could see her savoring the taste and holding the glass close to her lap she would take her finger and slowly trace the circumference of the glass. It looked so sensual her doing that and before I realized it I felt a tingling in my shorts that I was wearing. I was becoming erect at the sight of this woman sitting less then 50 feet away in her nighty and robe as she seductively drank her wine. Quietly I moved over to sit and lean back against a tree so I could relax and stay awhile to see what if anything was going to happen. I slowly and quietly slid my hand under my shorts and pulled my self out into the open evening air. Slowly stoking myself as I watched her drinking her wine and refilling her glass for the second time. She sat fairly close to the fireplace, so I could see her quite nicely. I imagined that the heat from the fire would feel quite relaxing with the wine she was drinking and looking at her there was doing it for me, as my length in my grasp was getting stiffer as I slowly began to stoke. Just hoping that the heat of the fire would produce some heat from her. I never did this before, watching a woman from the shadows and it was very arousing. I was just hoping that the wine and the heat from the fire were doing the same for her. No sooner then the thought enter my head she adjusted in the chair and as she did I noticed that there was a long slit in her nighty that allowed the material to part and spill off her long slender legs. The top of the split being only inches from her upper middle thigh. Where I sat was looking directly at her, between where now she had slightly parted her legs allowing the heat and light to reflect between her legs up to her thighs. This had to be quite arousing to her as she took another drink from her wine and set it on the table beside her instead of placing it on her lap as she had done the times before. She dipped a finger into the glass and brought it to her mouth. Her long nails were painted a shade of purple and she traced the lips of her mouth then letting the tip of her tongue taste the wine before sucking her finger into her mouth. Seductively she sucked the wine from her finger. I knew she could not see me, however all the while she was doing this she was looking directly where I was sitting, stroking myself. I got a little nervous and held still, I knew the light of the fire would conceal me, however she was looking right at me though made no indication that she had seen me there watching and stoking myself. Maybe she just felt the presents of being watched. I wondered, does this turn her on. I hoped so. I was getting very eager to see what was going to happen next. I did not have to wait long. As I watched, she untied the single band around her waist and let her robe spill open. She leaned back in the wicker chair, doing so allowed the robe to spread even further open and I could see her entire body incased in her white sheer lace nighty. This close and in the light of the fire I could make out her shape and with effort I could make out the two dark circles partially obscured by the thin sheer material of her nighty. Her breasts seemed well rounded and the nighty had no bra that I could tell and for a woman I thought to be in her mid 50s still had what looked to be firm breasts as the nipples that were slightly obscured by the material were definitely still pointing upward, rather then lower as most women in their 50s that I have seen. The heat must have really been doing a number on her. I watched as she revealed her body to the fire, and me, I knew now she was becoming warmer and warmer by the heat of the fire and by her own heat building inside her from the wine she drank and the fire. Now her body wrapped in her nighty illuminated by the fire for me to see clearly I again began to feel safe and resumed the slow steady strokes of my length in my hand. She reached over to the table and raised her glass to her lips and took another swallow then replaced the glass. This time she brought her hands to her face and trailed her nails over her cheeks. Looking upwards she continued to trace her nails lower. Trailing them over her cheeks along her neck. Holding them there and letting her fingers caress her neck for a short time before bringing them down to her soft rounded shoulders. Drawing them slowly across her, over the thin straps of her nighty towards the center of her chest to her shapely cleavage, her nails in contrast of the white lace of her nighty was very sensual and arousing to watch as they drew closer to the material covering her chest. Her fingers delicately traced the lace hem of her nighty over the swells of her breasts. By the smile on her face I could see that she was really enjoying the sensations her fingers were giving her. She traced the lace a couple times then spreading her hands and fingers she let her hands dip slightly lower and using the whole of her hands I watched as she covered much of each breast with her hands. Slowly she began to caress her breasts through the sheer material. Making large circular caressing movements so that each of her entire breasts was being massaged and rubbed equally. Her facial expressions were of pure pleasure and enjoyment. As her hands cupped each breast I could see that her nipples had hardened and darkened through the material. As she cupped and massaged, from time to time she would use her thumbs and index fingers to capture her nipples in-between. I could see her pinch them and gently apply pressure as she pulled them making them harder still. It was so arousing watching a woman please herself in this manor. I watched and wondered how far she was going to go with me watching. Was she going to masturbate? Was I going to see her without the confines of her nighty? I sat there stroking and watching, waiting to see what she would do next. She’s been massaging and caressing her breasts now for about 5 minutes when she again lowered her hands downward, over her well shaped torso. Lowering further her hands spread and lightly touching fingertips as she brought them closer to her legs. As they got there, she gently took the material on either side of the slit in her nighty and parted it further lifting it as she did so that her lower body was completely revealed to both the flame and my eyes. She was wearing panties. They were a g-string made of the same sheer lace that the coverings of her breasts were made of. Looking closely as her legs were now well spread I could see that she either trimmed very closely or shaved completely as I could not make out any hair in the tiny triangle of material covering her womanhood. She brought her hands back up to her torso and again massaged and caressed herself. Slowly lowering her hands to the material of her g-string. Now using her fingertips she traced the hem and the strings to her g-string as she did for the lace that covered her breasts. Watching her nails trail along the hem. Her facial expressions even more accentuated then when she was tracing her breasts. I could see the passion building then as her fingers came to the top of the g-string below her navel she slipped one hand under the material and pushed downward. I knew the tips of her fingers were on herself though I could not see. 4 Fingers entered beneath the material and at the bottom of the triangle only one finger on either side protruded for me to see. I could only speculate that the other 2 fingers were either resting on her lips or penetrated her within the confines of the g-string. Her free hand now went back up to her breasts and I watched both hands working on herself. Looking closely towards the missing fingers under her g-string I could see the material moving in a slow steady motion. She was massaging her womanhood with one hand while the other massaged each of her breasts. There she was sitting on her porch. Masturbating in front of her fireplace and here I was 50 feet away masturbating while watching her. It was so erotic seeing her touch herself not knowing I was there doing the same and watching which was really exciting me. Her hand from under her g-string came out and she lifted herself from the chair by leaning back into it. Her thumbs hooked into the string on either hip and she pulled her g-string downward. Raising her legs into the air she lifted the g-string up past her thighs, her knees past her calves and off past her feet. She tossed them up onto the banister of the deck however they fell over to the grass below. Do I dare it? The light from the fire is bright on her eyes. Would she see me? She is so into touching herself she would not even notice. Would she? I took the chance. Slowly, quietly I moved out of the line of sight and made my way closer until I was beneath her sight up beside the porch. Slowly I paralleled the porch until I was there. There on the ground beside me was her g-string. Looking carefully through the posts of her porch, there she was only a couple feet away. Her legs spread wide and her long fingers working her wet moist lips. Pulling my shorts over my hips and releasing myself to the open I took her g-string in hand and smelled it before wrapping it around myself and I began to stoke in unison with her massaging fingers. Then using her index fingers on each hand she opened her legs wider and spread herself to the fire. I could see her little clit glistening from the firelight and the pink and red glistening around the entrance between her stretched apart swollen lips. She used her one hands index finger and middle finger to hold herself apart and with the other hand she used her 3 middle fingers to trace her lips. Dipping into herself a few times getting her fingers wetter and wetter for a time she would massage in small circles over her sensitive clit her hips pushing up against the massaging. I could hear moans of pleasure breaking the sounds of the night air. Watching her masturbate, bringing herself closer and closer to what I was bringing myself to as I stroked myself wrapped in her g-string. She sped up and I matched her pace. I could hear her, her moans increasing in loudness and intensity. Now and then she’d dip her fingers into herself or bring them to her mouth to wet them with her saliva-covered tongue. Even tasting herself as she drew herself closer to cuming. I too was getting very close. My breathing was also intensifying, trying to keep as silent as possible as hard as that was I thought I was doing just that. Then it happened. When I thought we both were about to cum suddenly she stopped and she looked directly at me and said, “Well, if you are going to watch me, then you better come up here so I can watch you seeing all I can do now is hear you!” I did not know whether to run or to get up on the porch. I stood there silent. My manhood in my hand wrapped in her g-string and could not say a word. “Come up her right now!” she said “I have been doing all this tonight for your pleasure, at least you could do is come up here and we can finish off watching together.” I had no choice. I came around and made my way onto the porch. She pointed to the deck for me to sit and lean against the rail my hand still around my length, it hard in my hand. We then began where we left off me stroking now for her to see and her hands working herself for me to see. It did not take long for us both to get close. However now, neither of us had to be as silent and our moans of pleasure were being released freely. I was getting very close, as was she. She then pushed her 3 fingers inside herself and her other hand took over the position of rubbing her clit. She also was getting very close. Just as I started to cum I looked at her expression. She took in a deep breath and held it. I could see her abdomen muscles contract and deep guttural sounds coming from her. She began to cum as I watched her fingers inside her, pushing in deeper. Her other hand furiously working her clit when suddenly there was a gush of clear liquid squirting out of her. She removed her fingers from inside and parted her lips with both hands allowing the liquid to shoot out of her as my cum was shooting out from my tip. Her liquid was shooting over and onto me a warm liquid that hit me on my legs, on my hand stroking myself even some hitting me in the face and into my mouth. Tasting sweet to my tongue I tried to position myself to take more in my face and mouth as she continued to squirt many times as we both came hard for each others pleasure. There she was, having a G-spot orgasm and me shooting one of the biggest loads ever. Some drops hitting my and her legs. Both of us now covered in each other’s liquids. She asked me for her g-string. I unwrapped it from around me and passed it to her. She stood up and put them on then reached down to help me up. I stood and pulled up my shorts. Just as she tied her robe around her waist she came over and said. “I guess we both enjoyed that. Now young man, you get and do not tell a soul about this. We live in a small community and if I do not hear anything, and I mean anything in the next week we will do this and maybe more. Understand! Without hesitation I agreed and I took off. I plan on keeping my mouth shut, as how often does a man get a no strings attached, do anything type of relationship with a woman 16 years older then himself with a body to die for. It has been 2 weeks now. Maybe it is time for me to take a little walk down the road, as you never know what may be in store on clear, warm and dark evenings.