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Judith: The Power of Desire Ch. 01

By: Drmaxc



Part 1 -- Idle thoughts

Successful, yes, but at what cost? Judith, forty-nine (well fifty really: but not to be admitted for another year or two), sat on the train heading back to her town and her flat, ruminating. She'd finished with the Blackberry, answered the e-mails and was just sitting there thinking, not about work, not about some new plan but about herself, her life. No, not about her career but about herself, her needs, her wants. A partner, children? No, that was not what she had been about. Oh, she had had relationships, even thought once about children, about babies, about having little eyes looking up at her but that had been a passing thing. It had never really worried her, she had not been bothered; letting that side of life pass her by. Her sister, after all, had more than enough kids for both of them and she got pleasure, great pleasure, from them—but having her own? No, that was not what she had ever particularly wanted. Odd maybe, but that was her. A partner? Well the relationships had not worked out that well; probably it was her. They certainly hadn't lasted. She'd wondered at one time if she was actually gay, a lesbian, but that night when she had almost, and it had been almost, slept, no rather more than that, with another women, had shown her that was not where she was (though she had very nearly been there that night!).

Muddled, confused? No, she was just thinking about her life for a few min­utes before the Blackberry gave her something else to think about.

Judith had a really good flat, nice clothes (well more than nice) and holi­days to die for with her friends -- yes, other women, particularly one woman she had known since forever; and there was no question of a relationship there as her friend had had three husbands already and another one possibly on the way. Well, yes, that was not correct at all, she had the strongest friendship with her based on everything but sex. They were as close as friends could be and that was certainly love, not sexual love but Judith could not see that any other word would do; but it was the closeness of family, of sisters—not lovers. Closer perhaps, in a different way, more real, more open—difficult to say.

The train had stopped in a station and, the Blackberry silent, Judith had looked out of the window at the figures on the platform. A young girl, ponytail tied severely at the back of her head, tall shoes clicking along the tarmac, long legs moving beneath her black skirt, caught her eye—a vision of efficiency; just like herself. Judith's eyes moved and she caught sight of a young man, suit­ed, tall, brief case in hand, short hair, also walking along the platform and, she thought, watching the girl. Would they get together—was it just typical male browsing or something more? He had a nice figure though, no fat, good height, worth seeing beneath the suit. Judith was momentarily surprised at herself—browsing indeed—but the more she thought, the more her idle thoughts lead her in that direction. Yes, towards a bit more browsing, a bit more about play­ing with men; if she was honest with herself that was what was missing from her life. Not relationships but sex—and sex with men.

Judith put on her glasses and glanced again at the Blackberry. No mes­sages. Men then. But not relationships. So, she wanted them for their bodies, their hardness—yes that! So, what then did she exactly want? It wasn't going to be particularly their conversational skill or their feminine side (!); and it was not a relationship she was after. It, most certainly, was not a Mr. Right she was after, if she was talking about men. What then did she require? Almost she typed them out as a list on her Blackberry: but perhaps that would be a rather odd list on the company's database.

If she could have men, not a man, what would she be after? Well, what ex­actly was she talking about? Was it just sex and a pleasant evening out into the bargain, one on each arm? Or was she thinking different nights with differ­ent men or, if she really was thinking of one on each arm what about one or two walking behind in reserve as well? A night out with four handsome men, dinner, perhaps a show and then her as the centre of attention for four... but the rules would be her's, her pleasure was to be paramount; not some pack rut­ting on her. No, it was very much her fantasy!

The train moved on. Judith thought about supper. She had various ready meals in the freezer and fridge or should she boil some fresh spaghetti and mix it with a little Pesto? Definitely a glass of that cold South African Chardon­nay in a tall glass. She needed that.

So, if she was in control, her mind drifted back, what would she actually want? What did she like in men? Well it wasn't particularly age. Young would be nice but neither essential nor necessary; good looking and not flabby—why not? Tight little arses—well she didn't want flabby but what about hairy? Well, she wanted men, so that suggested a tendency to the hirsute; hair colour and skin colour—variety is the spice of life; cock—well what mattered? Big would be nice; a tendency not to premature ejaculation useful; she had not real­ly ever thought about circumcised or not; low hanging balls—she rather liked that idea (but when had she ever thought about that before?) and to be a good shooter what? The vision of a fountaining penis came into her mind, hard as iron, swollen purple head looking fit to burst and the semen coming in great jets to run like white lava down the blue veined shaft. Despite being alone, Ju­dith's eyebrows rose. Since when had she been interested in the male organ in such an intimate way and in the amount of semen ejaculated? She was sur­prised at herself, how her thoughts had developed. She was way beyond just men, yes, in her thoughts way beyond men into quite something more! What, then, did she particularly like about sex?

Sex? When had she last engaged... was that the word? Two years, two years! Yes, it must be because... thinking back, that had been all right, a great holiday and most enjoyable. A holiday romance, no that was quite wrong, a holiday fling. It had not really been a romance, oh yes, romance on the surface but sex underneath. Yes, that was when her friend had had to go home unex­pectedly and left her alone for the last week of the holiday.

Judith looked blankly into the dark through the glass of the train window, thinking back to that holiday and the sex. A jolt of the train brought her back and she looked down the carriage at the people. One man caught her eye, yes she'd like to bed him, but then he looked up and immediately Judith turned back to the window. This was not like her at all, she thought; looking at men in­deed rather than working.

Even walking the short distance from her station to her flat, Judith's thoughts kept returning to men and sex. She wished there was a man waiting in her flat for her, even better if he had prepared dinner. Yes, waiting on her as she enjoyed her dinner, pouring her wine. Judith smiled to herself, yes waiting but dressed only the top half of a dinner suit complete with black bow tie. Not of course a clip on tie, it would have to be properly tied. She could imagine her­self reaching out, as he bent slightly to pour the ice cold Chardonnay into her long tall wine glass, touching his cock with her carefully manicured fingers, tickling it so it rose towards her.

"Will that be all, madam?" he would say in a deep voice as he straight­ened; his cock now standing firm in front of him above those low hanging balls. Judith imagined herself sipping the cool wine, savouring the grape, be­fore bending and sucking a little on the presented penis.

It was a few flights up to her flat but the lift was not ready at the ground floor so, still thinking, she eschewed the lift, as she tended to do when alone, and made her ways up the stairs.

Her mind was still on the man serving her with wine; she would make him wait before he served her properly; tease him a bit whilst she remained seated but with him standing before her. Why should she not put herself first?

Fumbling in her handbag at the top of the stairs, she drew out her latch key; a cold rush of air alerted her to the landing window behind her being left ajar. An open window was not needed on a cold autumnal evening and a waste of energy. She went to close it but on a whim opened it wide and looked out into the night.

Judith froze, not a muscle moved as she stared, stared in complete sur­prise and fascination, for there, through a half open window, admittedly at an oblique angle from the stairwell window, was Gary, one of her neighbours: but not Gary as she had seen him before, not the well pressed suit or the weekend clothes but very much the opposite. Gary was standing in the shower in his bathroom stark naked with the water cascading down him. Naked in the show­er was not actually a surprise, the surprise was being able to see into the room at all, for Gary to have his bathroom window open, and, moreover, at his par­ticular state of nakedness. It was lovely for Judith to see his naked body, excit­ing in an erotic way to catch this unexpected glimpse, to be in the role of a peeping Tom; but he was not simply naked for he was erect as well. There he stood with the water cascading down him and his penis pointing straight up at the ceiling. Judith could not take her eyes off it; it wasn't simply hard and pointing at an angle out from his body; not merely standing more or less verti­cal; but it was rising, rigid and hard, right up close to his body so the head, the big plum of a head, was actually touching the smooth black hairs of his stom­ach. It was completely vertical.

Judith took in the dark curly hair surrounding Gary's penis and the way the hair did not stop but carried on upwards becoming sparser, slicked back against his stomach, but, whilst narrowing as a band, kept on rising right up to the profusion of curly hair on his chest. Gary was certainly hirsute—that was the word—and Judith liked that. To her, Gary was very male indeed. She was surprised at the way the penis stood, how tight it was to his body and of course just seeing its hardness was such a pleasing co-incidence after her thoughts on the way home.

Why was it hard? Gary was not stroking it; indeed he was simply stand­ing still in the shower letting the water cascade over him. After a moment or two he turned, reaching for the shower gel, so Judith's view of his cock was ob­scured though it did bring his tight round buttocks into view for Judith to ad­mire.

Judith felt a little guilty at watching this vision of maleness—or worried at being caught—but she was more in the dark and Gary in the light and she did not think he would see her if he glanced at the open window and, anyway, she found it very difficult to tear herself away. She continued to watch as he began to soap, the suds running down his back as he reached around to wash himself there; then his hands moved down to his bottom. Judith would have liked to have done that. She would like to have taken him over her knee, once dry, and paddled his bottom, before feeling underneath and then chastising him some more for being hard. Again, Judith was surprised at herself—such surprising thoughts she was having; but perhaps not so surprising given the stimulus of what she was seeing.

Gary turned again and there was no change in the rigidity of his penis, yet he was still not touching it. His hands moved to wash his chest, suds catching in the profusion of hair before running down as a milky stream to his cock and thence to his legs. Judith watched Gary's hands move lower. Would he mastur­bate when they reached his cock? Judith surprised herself by her sudden long­ing to see that, to see Gary's hands moving, pulling at his cock until his semen flew. How high would it shoot? Would it splash onto his chest even or perhaps catch on his chin? Surely not? And why was she thinking these, for her, so odd thoughts?

Contrary to her expectation Gary's hands did not linger long on his penis, perhaps there was a rub or two more than strictly necessary with the washing regime but his hands did not stay and went on to deal with his legs.

Turning the shower off, Gary stepped out still as erect as he had been, the head of his penis seeming almost glued to his tummy button; there being just the slightest side to side movement as he stepped from the shower and out of view. Judith pulled back into the landing, she hardly wanted to be caught peep­ing, to stand back from the window breathing rather hard and feeling flushed. What a sight! She looked again at the landing window; well it still needed to be closed. She stepped forward reaching for the handle and there Gary was again walking past the window towelling his back with his cock as firmly against his tummy as before. Then Judith heard a woman's voice and the erection was ex­plained. Gary had a girlfriend. Her naked appearance beside Gary and his reaching out to hold a breast caused Judith to close the window. Really she couldn't possibly allow herself to be caught watching.

Inside her flat Judith laughed to herself. Well, after all her thoughts on the train and then walking home to see that! She wouldn't be able to meet Gary outside his flat or down at the entrance, as they sometimes did going out or going in, without being able to think of his erect cock all hard up against his tummy. Wouldn't she love to play with that! Sit herself down on it, suck it or have it thrust into her. It had made her quite wet just thinking about it! Judith was torn between having a bath straightway and 'bringing herself off,' or hav­ing dinner first and an early bed (with a similar object in view). Dinner won but not, alas, served by a half dressed Gary, or similar, but Judith was certain­ly thinking of that and wondering just how much resistance there would be if she was to pull Gary's cock away from his stomach—how firmly did it hold to that vertical position?

Despite a really sloshy orgasm—she could not remember having been as wet before as she had stirred herself in bed and rubbed herself to a climax all the time thinking of Gary and his cock—Judith still could not get thoughts of sex out of her head the next morning. It was not like her and it was certainly not like her to be semi-coherent and rather flustered when she bumped straight into Gary and his pretty girlfriend as she left her flat to catch the train. They had no reason to be embarrassed, that they knew of anyway, but it was rather different for Judith!

Work enveloped Judith and all that sex nonsense was forgotten until a few days later when she was climbing the steps up to the door of her block of flats. Another youngish man, not Gary but Keith, was coming in at the same time and they exchanged pleasantries rising up in the lift. Watching him as the lift doors closed on his floor, Judith visualised him naked. She knew he played a lot of tennis so she imagined a muscular frame with a light dusting of fair hair, matching his own head of light coloured curls. Keith turned with a quick wave just as the doors shut and Judith imagined his naked bottom and penis all soft and set in a little nest of fine fair curls. Well, she'd soon change that softness... if she had the chance more than an idle daydream.

The chance, the rather surprising and unexpected chance did come. It was not something a middle aged, fifty year old woman (in quite good shape) would have gone looking for but nonetheless it came. Had she thought of it she would have rejected it out of hand as infeasible and not something even to be thought of, let alone tried.

It was a chance remark at a party of all things, Judith had been talking to someone, a man not from her firm—it was a firm party—Adrian somebody who knew somebody high up in the firm, talking for some time about manage­ment and motivation when the talk had moved through influence and then to control. The talk had taken an odd twist, perhaps it was the drink, but this per­son, Adrian, had talked about some pills he had been given, pills that would give you complete control over somebody for a time and the person would not remember a thing about the instructions given but would simply obey—'you' being anyone met when the influence of the pills was fresh..

"Like hypnosis?" Judith had said.

"Indeed the same but by chemical means". Adrian explained he was think­ing of using them on a recalcitrant employee, a means of 'bucking her up.' Ju­dith had asked if she was pretty and Adrian had got her drift. He had agreed there was indeed a risk of the unscrupulous use of the pills for other reasons than 'improving' a character. Judith had said she was not vulnerable to the al­lure of pretty girls and Adrian had laughed, as he poured more wine, and made some joke about handsome men. Judith had mentally excluded Adrian from that description but had surprised herself by taking some of the pills when he had pressed her.

There was a bit of a hangover in the morning. Judith had not had one for years and stayed in bed until lunchtime that Saturday feeling sorry for herself and vowing never to drink so much again. It was only after she had got up and showered and wandering around her bedroom that she saw the pills in her handbag and as she saw them the picture of Gary standing naked with his lovely long penis touching the black smooth hairs of his tummy came back into her mind.

"Ridiculous," she said to herself but, even so, she imagined Gary standing there, naked and still, unresisting as she reached out to curl her forefinger and thumb around his hard cock and pull it away from his tummy and began to stroke it. At the image her lips parted and her tongue moved slowly across her top lip.

Judith shook her head. What was she thinking of?

Judith: The Power of Desire Ch. 02



Part 2—Keith

It had not been intentional on Judith's part; it had not been carefully planned but even so, later that morning, there in her kitchen, clad in his weekend short sleeved shirt and jeans, talking to her as she made coffee, was Keith, not Gary. They had met coming back from the corner shop and it had followed when Ju­dith had suggested coffee that Keith had accepted. It was simply the end result of a long conversation carried on in the road and then in the lobby of the flat block.

Nothing pre-planned or clever – it had simply happened. But from that piece of happenstance it was but a moment between the idea and the commis­sion for Judith to drop one of the special pills into Keith's coffee. It wasn't that she really expected it to work, and she felt rather bad about having done it, but it was done and Keith had the coffee mug in his hand.

The conversation went on as they drank their coffee. Finished, Keith made to go. Judith had been enjoying talking to the young man and had mentioned she was just about to make lunch and if he would like some she was happy to share. "Just you sit yourself back down," she had said.

And he had, just like that.

Judith had frowned. It was almost like Keith had done what she said. But it couldn't be! That would be ridiculous. Even so, the idea the pill might have worked already was just too tempting not to try again and see if Keith would do what she told him to do. "Tell me about your girlfriend," she had said.

And he had but that proved nothing, most men will be very happy to chat about their girlfriends.

The conversation had carried on as Judith prepared the salad. "These tomatoes are rather small," she'd said, "but of course size does not matter to us women... much!"

He had laughed.

"What does your girlfriend say?" That was overstepping the mark; she shouldn't have said that. Judith was momentarily worried.

"I don't think she's ever commented on that question."

It was a bit of a straight, honest answer, not the jokey reply one would have expected: it was more as if Keith was accurately replying to Judith's ques­tion.

Judith went further, "I am sure she has nothing to worry about in that de­partment?" She said it with laughter; this was certainly over the line.

And he'd replied, "I don't think so. I'm a reasonable size."

"Good, I'm pleased. Go on, how long?" Laughter from Judith again, she had now well passed the boundary.

"I think seven inches."

It was getting very personal.

"You've measured, with a ruler?"

"Well, not since I was a teenager! It's one of the things you do then."

"I've got a ruler," said Judith with a giggle that was rather unlike her. Way over the mark. Judith was taking a risk. "Now you'll have to show me to prove it," she'd continued.

And he had!

Judith couldn't believe what Keith had done. Calm as anything he had un­zipped himself and there it was, yes his penis, hanging out of his fly. She was by now into uncharted territory. It more than seemed as if the pill was really working unless Keith was attracted to her, and even then... Unlikely, very un­likely, she thought.

"Nice," she'd said — well what could she say? It was not something there was a standard response to, "I'll get the ruler."

Keith himself looked not a little surprised at what he had just done and made to replace himself and zip up.

"It'd be easier to measure without those jeans and pants, take them off," she'd said opening a drawer and getting out a twelve inch wooden ruler. It was one she had had from school; it even had her name on it, scratched in blue ink rather badly.

As Judith turned back Keith was taking his jeans off. Judith was jubilant; it really did seem to be working. "Your shirt is hanging down a bit, it'd be best if that was off as well."

Keith was looking decidedly uncomfortable but did exactly what Judith said.

Judith was not disappointed in Keith's body. It was very much in line with what she had imagined, yes indeed, a muscular frame with a light dusting of fair hair, none really to speak of on his chest though a delightful nest of fine fair curls all around his penis, tight small bottom, very flat stomach and an overall air of fitness.

"Not really seven inches is it? Barely two I'd say."

"I did of course mean..."

Sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs Judith motioned Keith to come and stand by her.

"I suppose then we are going to have to make it longer."

"Shall we forget about it, me get dressed and have lunch?"

Was Judith wrong? Was the pill not really bringing Keith under her con­trol?

"Oh no, Keith, I can't have you saying that and not proving it. This isn't worrying you, you know, in fact you are liking showing yourself off, don't you now?"

Keith visibly relaxed and seemed to be trying to stand in more of a pose.

"Now how are we going to make this little chap stand up and take no­tice?" He was right by her chair. All Judith needed to do was reach out and touch, it would be such a simple thing to lift Keith's limp penis from its bed of fair curls. It was a further step. Dare she take it? She certainly wanted to.

Judith reached and secured. She had it in the palm of her hand, so soft and really quite small. Well, she would change that! With her other hand she cupped his scrotum and lifted the testes. Just the touch of her hand was hav­ing an effect, she stroked lightly.

"Now, how does your girlfriend do this?" She was being bold. "Like this?" With the nail of her forefinger Judith scratched gently along the underside of Keith's penis from balls to head. It rose quickly in response, foreskin peeling away to reveal the hidden smoothness of the shiny pink head.

"That's more like it, more like the promised seven inches." Judith's fin­gers encircled and moved the foreskin in the way she knew boys masturbated. She might not have had sex much for years but was not inexperienced. It was a delight to have a penis in hand after so long—more pleasant still to have it put to use on, or rather in, her but Judith was not going to rush things too much. The pill was working far better than she could have imagined.

Judging full tumescence achieved, Judith picked up her ruler. "Now let's see." Keith's penis whilst admirably long and of stout girth had an element of the banana about it, there was a definite curve to its length, pleasing to the eye but a straight ruler would give a misleading reading of its extent. Judith placed the ruler along the side of the penis head, pushing down so its end dug into Keith's fair curls.

"Keith, dear, if you don't mind, I'm going to squeeze your penis up against the ruler to get a good reading of its length. Is that OK?"

The whole situation was peculiar but he assented and with the hand not holding the ruler she encircled both penis and ruler and squeezed drawing the curve of the penis up to the ruler so the penis touched the ruler along its whole length.

"Seven inches and an eighth! Longer than you said! Oh..."

The last word was an exclamation of surprise. Removing the ruler and let­ting the penis spring back to its curve, Judith could see all along the top of the penis a faint blue line, even marking the shiny pink head. The blue fountain pen ink, from long usage at school drawing lines with the wooden ruler, had left both a stained blue edge to the wooden ruler and in turn an imprint on the penis, the slight dampness from sweat causing the ink to transfer some of its colour.

"Oh sorry Keith, my ruler's left a mark. Look!" She giggled, "Perhaps I should now get a felt tip and mark the inches along the ruled line all down your cock, one to seven inches!"

They laughed. Keith seemingly largely oblivious of being naked with his next door neighbour, a middle aged woman, and moreover engaged in an ado­lescent penis measuring game.

"But when it goes down," giggled Judith, "it'll be rather like that old joke, you know—the one where the plain looking nurse is talking to the sexy looking nurse and says: "Have you seen that Welshman in Ward 3 who is tattooed all over? I was giving him a bath this morning and I noticed he's even got LUDO tattooed on his you-know-what." But the sexy nurse replies "That's not LUDO, that's LLANDUDNO."

Judith actually rather liked the blue line, rather fancied the idea of penis decoration but where could she take the situation? The idea of writing the inch marks on the penis was amusing; perhaps they could then try measuring things with it – a very silly and a most impracticable ruler anyway. But what should she do next, now she had Keith like this? What she would like to do was use the 'ruler' to do a bit of measuring of herself, particularly reading the depth of the 'well' between her legs, a well not lacking in what you would ex­pect to find in a well—liquid—the presence of Keith naked and the playing with his penis had certainly made Judith wet. It was very difficult to keep her hands off it, running her finger up the blue line, stroking the very smooth skin of the head before moving the foreskin to and fro; but talking conversationally all the time, praising its length and hardness. Judith was several times almost overpowered by a desire to suck, to drop to her knees and bring on a conclu­sion with her mouth. It may have been Keith who was chemically controlled by the strange pill but Judith was not her usual self—her sexual desire was high.

"Oh dear, it's starting to dribble. If I do any more we might have a mess all over the lettuce—a rather unusual dressing! What would the French say do you think?"

Did she dare risk taking the situation to a further level, how strong was the pill, how long did its effect last? Prudence ruled and Judith suggested lunch. Not, though, that she had any intention of letting Keith get dressed, "sit yourself down there and I'll serve lunch."

He did as he was told. A good sign.

Lunch was pleasant and chatty; delightful for Judith to be just sitting there chatting over a salad; and so very pleasant to have a handsome young man sitting naked having lunch with her

"Can I help with the washing up?"

"Well it's not often I have a young man around for lunch, but there's no need."

Naturally Keith was insistent and Judith enjoyed watching his bottom move as he worked at the sink. Of course he was not hard now. Without stimu­lation he was not going to stay erect all through lunch. The blue line was still there, very visible, running down the penis.

"You know that blue ink line's got darker. I suppose it's all compressed now you're all small again and that makes it change intensity." Her hand was on it again, there was no reason to touch it and Keith looked uncomfortable with the touch even if his penis responded.

"Perhaps I'd better be going, thanks for lunch, it was really good, I..."

A choice for Judith, did she just let him go, was the effect of the pill wear­ing off, or should she risk more? The measurement idea was in her mind.

"Let's first see how far you can, yes it's long but does it spurt a long way too." There, she had said it, one of the odd ideas that had been coming into her head recently—was Keith a good 'shooter'? She had to be firm, tell him that is what they were going to do, not give him an option. "You'd like to show me that, you'd enjoy that, showing me what a man you are, show me how far you can shoot."

"Well OK, I don't really know, it's not something...."

Yes, it was working and her hand continued to stroke.

"Don't you masturbate?"

"Not a lot, I have a girlfriend."

"Ah, but you do sometimes; I'd like to watch that. How far does it shoot then? Does it reach your face?"

"I masturbate into a towel."

It was exciting for Judith getting these intimate disclosures from Keith and all the time she was playing with his penis. "What about with your girl­friend?"

"I usually come inside her or sometimes in her mouth. I don't see..."

"Of course. Does she swallow?"

"No, she's not that keen..."

Judith was very tempted to say, "But I am keen, really keen." But she was being careful not to jump too far.

"But don't you fill her mouth, what does she do or don't you produce much semen?"

Judith's implication was denied, "A normal amount I suppose, she spits me out or it just runs out around her lips."

"And all over your cock, a bit messy."

"Sex is messy."

"Isn't it! Now are you going to make a mess along my kitchen table so we can measure your reach?"

Judith had Keith place himself right up against the table, thighs a little apart and pressed against the table edge with his penis sticking out over the table top.

"Come on Keith; let me see you do it."

It was clear what the 'it' was; Keith began stroking his cock, his right hand holding it and moving his foreskin across the shiny head. Judith watched.

"What do you think about as you wank, your girlfriend?"

Was it a bad time to remind him of her? Had she made a mistake?

"Sometimes, but also girls at work, sometimes girls I've known."

"Ever about men?" Why had she asked that?

"Not really, I'm not interested in men."

It was a straight answer apart from the 'not really,' it did not completely exclude.

"Do men ever feature in your fantasises?"

"Well sometimes I think of a girl I knew at school and imagine fucking her with an old friend of mine."

"Really and what happens?"

"We take it in turns, sometimes together."

"There wouldn't be room!"

"No, I mean, well Ellie sucks Jon or me and the other fucks her."

"So your penises don't touch?"

"No! But I have imagined Jon in Ellie's bottom and me in her vagina and Ellie rolls our four balls together in her hand."

"Do you like your balls being played with? Let me."

Judith stood behind and reached around to work his cock again.

"Is that OK, am I doing it right?"

Keith assured her. Her free hand went to his bottom, fondling a little be­fore her fingers starting at the base of his spine walked slowly down his bot­tom crack, an additional stimulation until at last they came to Keith's freely hanging ball sack. Judith gently stroked, feeling the testes in their sack, rolling them gently and massaging. The overall effect was inevitable as was the gasp from Keith.

"Here we go!"

It was not so much 'we,' as Judith recalled ruefully afterwards, but Keith alone who was doing the coming and doing it rather well she thought. Her en­circling hand moved faster as her other hand gently tickled his balls. She had expected the first spurt to be the strongest but actually it was quite weak only reaching about a foot across the table top; the next though was the strongest flying high in the air before landing; Judith began to count, "two, three, four..." She reached seven before the penis was just dribbling.

The table top was indeed a mess.

"Forty three inches and an eighth of an inch, so if we deduct your erect length that'll be... Keith it's exactly thirty-six inches—a yard—wow, you are re­ally precise! Is that a personal best?"

"I don't know, I've not measured."

It was time to let Keith go. Judith did not know how long the effect of the pill would last. But what to say to him?

"Keith, you've enjoyed our time together, our little play with your cock but you won't remember it as having really happened once you leave my flat. No, just as a masturbatory fantasy and you'll have it again, it'll be one of your fan­tasies along with Ellie and Jon, a fantasy of me playing with your cock and making you come; indeed..." was she going a little too far here? "Indeed you will find you want to be naked with me, a little bit of an obsession, hoping I might hold your penis and make you come. Do you understand?"

Keith said he did.

"Well, get dressed then, though it is such a pity to cover you up!"

She showed him to the door and he thanked her for lunch. Judith shut the door and turned and lent on it amazed at what she had just done, what the pill had let her do. She could probably have got him to fuck her and she had been itching for that, or simply let her suck him. She'd have liked that and to feel him spurting in her mouth, all that fluid pouring out. But of course that would have meant no orgasm for her. Judith smiled at his description of Jon and Ellie. Yes Ellie was a lucky girl—or would have been had the fantasy happened. Yes that was what a girl needed, two men at a time, one to fuck and one to suck. Ju­dith began taking off her clothes, the desire to lie on her bed and masturbate was strong and she was sure it wouldn't take her very long at all to come. Pass­ing the kitchen she saw her messy table and paused. Dropping the rest of her clothes to the floor she walked into her kitchen naked and leant against the table with her legs apart just where Keith had stood. Her hand went to her sex as she stared at the ejaculation remembering it flying from Keith's lovely 'seven inches and a eighth' cock. Her fingers played.

With the success of the first pill, future sex with Keith seemed very likely; the prospect excited her and she leant further forward imagining him fucking her from behind, his hands holding her breasts, her fingers took the part of the penis as her thumb stroked her clitoris. The feeling was building; she was not even going to reach her bed. Judith bent even further over the table imagining the pushing at her bottom getting stronger as Keith's long penis pounded away, her nipples touched the table and she could feel the now sticky coldness of the spilt semen on them. She squashed her breasts into the table rubbing them in Keith's ejaculation, sliding them on his wetness. It excited her. Just in front of her was the blob of Keith's furthest spurt. Should she? It would be such a depraved thing to do! Her mouth moved closer and closer and then she felt it viscid on her lips, Keith's semen, slightly syrupy in texture; her tongue touched, tasting its saltiness. It was too much, Judith came, fingers thrusting, her body writhing in the stickiness of the table top, a long spasm of an orgasm. So good, so good.

Judith sat on the train into work on the Monday. She was quite shocked at her­self, she couldn't believe what she had done or that it had worked at all. Even so she could not help thinking of where it might lead; she had more pills and what about the idea she hoped had been left in Keith's head? And then there was Gary to catch with his lovely long vertical penis – she would like to have her fist around that. Judith shook her head. She was rather disgusted with her­self. This would not do. The Blackberry was extracted from her handbag and soon she was immersed in e-mails and work.



Judith: The Power of Desire Ch. 03



Part 3 – Gary

By the next weekend Judith's disgust had considerable lessened, so much so that on the Saturday she found herself watching out of her front window to see if Gary took his usual run. It was a dismal day, the sort that normally de­pressed her, but she brightened when, after a time, she saw him in his running gear heading out into the rain for a morning jog. She did not envy him; run­ning had not been her thing since school, though she had actually been quite good: no, nowadays the gym for exercise at lunchtimes was her routine. Judith did, though, admire the figure in the running gear and was careful to keep an eye out for his return. She met him on the landing outside his flat; actually by design but giving every appearance of it being accidental as if she was just going down the stairs to go out; he was soaked but clearly not at all cold, in­deed clutched in his hand was a nearly empty water bottle.

"Hallo," she said, "good run?"

"Oh, hallo Judith, yes I... blast I've left my key down there in the front door, 'scuse."

And, placing his water bottle on the banister by his flat, went running back down the stairs. The opportunity was too good to miss and Judith ditched her plan of asking him to go and get a paper from the corner shop for her as it was raining before inviting him for coffee and, instead, had the top of the water bottle unscrewed and a pill dropped in within seconds.

There was a pounding on the stairs and Gary was back. He seemed sur­prised to see Judith still there.

"You must get really hot running—even in the rain?"

Gary agreed and took a swig from the bottle.

"I used to run," she went on as Gary took a further swig, "but never car­ried a water bottle."

"It's important," replied Gary and he went on to explain why and in the process, finished his water.

"Look I must go for a shower, good talking to you."

Judith was not sure how long the pill took to have effect. She had to keep him talking.

"Well I hope your shower works better than mine. Mine is either too hot or too cold, I think it's broken."

Gary was caught between the desire to have his shower and get on with the morning and his natural instinct to show off to a woman, even a middle aged woman like Judith, to show he could either fix it or (more likely) she had got it all wrong anyway.

"Shall I have a look?"

Of course there was very little wrong with Judith's shower.

"I expect you are turning the hot or cold tap on too much, you'd be better with a proper thermostatic mixer like mine."

It was Gary's mistake, he gave Judith the opportunity to ask to be shown and so she found herself in Gary's flat, in the very bathroom, indeed at the shower cubicle where she had seen him naked through the window, naked with his big erection.

Judith was sure the pill would be having its effect by then, if it was going to work at all—certainly it had worked on Keith.

"What a lovely bathroom, Gary, and what a big shower. It is deep isn't it? I suppose that means you don't need to have a door or a shower curtain. Such bothersome things, if you don't dry them out they get mouldy. That looks com­plicated. I don't think I could work that. How does it work? Oh you'd better take off your running shoes before you get into the cubicle, you'll make it all muddy and take off your socks as well or they will get wet... or should I say wet­ter!"

Judith was pleased to see Gary complying, was that the pill or just taking her instruction as commonsense advice? Gary turned on the shower and ex­plained.

Judith said, "I'm sorry I can't quite see, you're in the way, it'd be so much easier if you were further into the shower. Get in please."

Gary stepped under the water and stood to the side so she could see. It didn't matter to him getting his running gear wet in the shower; it was already wet and was destined for the washing machine.

Judith saw herself as so close and risked a big jump, "Now that's plain silly! No one showers in their clothes, if you're going to show me, show me properly. Come on and get those wet running things off now."

Gary's hand went to his shirt. It looked like the incredible pill was work­ing. There was, though, a bit of a hesitation.

"Go on. It's not as if I haven't seen a naked young man before." It was a risk, Gary could have told her where to go: but he didn't, he did what he was told.

"You're quite right Judith, what was I thinking of?" And with that he pulled off his shirt.

Judith smiled, the pill had worked! Now to see those shorts come off.

Gary's hand went to the waistband and undid the shorts and slipped them down his legs leaving him in just a jock strap. Judith thought he looked good in just that but was not unhappy when that too came off and there he was—Gary the naked male covered, as she recalled, quite remarkably in dark hair; Judith took in his hairy arms, his hairy chest, his tight buttocks with a sprinkling of dark hairs and, of course, his penis hanging against his testicles in its nest of dark, dark hair. The water was running over him, running every­where and Judith was not really listening to what he was saying about the shower instead she was ogling his body.

"I'm sorry Gary; I really don't understand what you are talking about. Let me get in with you and I'm sure it'll be much clearer if I've got my hands on it."

"No, no you don't need to do that. You'll get all wet." Gary was panicking.

Judith thought Gary was probably a little late in that remark, she was al­ready getting wet.

"Yes I do, Gary, you'd rather I did that." Judith was firm; she did not want this going wrong.

"Well, I suppose it'd be easier." Despite his acceptance of the logic he stood there with his mouth open as Judith began to remove her clothes.

She did it carefully, not overtly as a strip tease but certainly not quickly as she would do undressing for bed. She wished to elicit a response, so the re­moval of her bra was not casual and quick but with a slight pause just before the display of her breasts, a slight hesitation to perhaps excite Gary, give his mind time to imagine what he would see—to will her on. The breasts spilled out of her bra cups and she let the bra drop to the floor. Judith knew her breasts would impress, they were ample; she was careful to let them sway, in­deed jiggle as she straightened up. She looked at Gary, was there a response, perhaps just a twitch? She took a step towards the shower clad only in her panties. Judith had his attention, "Should I... perhaps it would be better if I left these on," she paused as if thinking as Gary stared at them, "no, no they will only get wet." Slowly she rolled them down her thighs revealing to Gary her generous and rather unruly bush. His interest was evident, a movement, a thickening and a worried glance downwards and then Judith was with him under the shower. Two bodies in the warm falling water.

"Now, explain again."

There Gary was, trying to explain and indicate with his hands despite the presence of Judith's ample breasts inches from both the shower controls and his hands. Worse, for him, as Judith moved to try the controls, one of her breasts brushed against his arm, he could feel the nipple, and a thigh lightly touched his thigh. He simply could not ignore the presence of a naked rather voluptuous woman there in the shower with him, talking away, asking ques­tions and with that breast lightly bouncing against his arm.

Judith turned the control and all of a sudden the water was very cold. Im­mediately she turned it back again, "Sorry, just getting the hang of this. That was a bit of a shock, a cold shower; but, perhaps, you needed that!" She glanced downwards significantly and Gary was all mortification.

"Sorry I don't know, I mean, I can't help it." His penis was no longer limp or even just a little full; it had risen past the horizontal and was moving to the vertical.

"Boys will be boys," laughed Judith, "completely involuntary I know; it doesn't bother me; seen it all before. Thank you for showing me... the shower. I suppose I'd better be going but before you show me out, you'd better finish your shower; silly not too now you're in here. I'll wash you down after your run, least I can do after you have been so helpful. Nice and warm this water. Where's the soap?"

And before Gary knew what was happening Judith had begun to wash his chest, her hands weaving a soapy trail through the curly dark hair, rubbing over his nipples—hard from the running and cold rain—and down to slide over the black fine hairs running in a band across his stomach, sliding to inch­es from the rounded head of his cock which was now fully engorged. Judith's hands gently pulled him around so his back was to her, and invisible hands commenced on his back, soaping his shoulders and then the small of his back before rubbing lower and lower to the base of his spine. Then Judith turned him again towards her and she bent down to wash first one foot then the other, lifting them in turn, her large breasts wobbling; before beginning to soap his legs below the knee.

Why was she doing this, why couldn't he stop her, how had it come to this point? "Judith, really there is no need I can do the rest."

"Yes, I'm sure you can, if you want, but I'd better shampoo your hair."

Judith rose and reached for the shampoo. "You're a bit tall for me. Kneel down."

And of course he did and found himself having his head lathered with shampoo whilst right in front of him was Judith's luxuriant brown bush; it was just below eye level, inches from his face and had water, and indeed shampoo from his own head, cascading through it. Judith rubbed hard and before Gary could stop himself he found his face pressed right into her stomach just above her pubic hair as she rubbed away at the back of his head massaging in the shampoo.

"Judith, I..." he spluttered.

"Where's the conditioner? Ah yes."

And Judith carried on, seemingly unaware of Gary's concern, until she had rinsed his hair and got him to stand again.

"Nearly done," she said and, before he could stop her, she in turn had crouched down and was lathering his upper thighs; hands moving up each thigh in turn almost to his crotch.

"Look I can do the rest," he said, bending to try and take the soap from Ju­dith. A mistake for as he bent his cock managed to touch Judith's cheek, he felt the contact and looking to see what he had touched met Judith's eyes looking up at him. "Sorry," he said in confusion.

"Silly thing," said Judith and her soapy hands were upon it, washing it; one hand on his balls and the base of his penis, holding him steady, the other sliding soapily up his cock. "Your penis is very firm," said Judith, "I don't mean to be stating the obvious. Yes it's hard, erect if you like but what I'm say­ing is it stands so upright, so firmly against your chest rather than pointing away—like most do."

Gary was aghast, she was discussing his penis, his own erection in such a matter of fact tone and all the time holding it, soaping it; not in a sexual way but nonetheless handling it; this big breasted women with her very feminine body had his sensitive penis clutched in her hand and that was sending very pleasant sensations to his brain, sensations which were undoubtedly sexual to him.

Judith was over the moon; she had one hand grasping Gary's shaft whilst the other lathered his balls. It was so exciting, so very enjoyable to now have this young man to herself; this young man she had played 'peeping Tom' with and whose 'package' she now held in her hand. Judith reached between his legs to wash his bottom, moving fingers up the crack; not even leaving his bot­tom hole alone.

Gary stared in mingled pleasure and disbelief at Judith's face inches from his cock, her hands on it, and the soap running down. Into his mind came the idea of pushing his hips forward a tad and letting the dome of his penis brush Judith's lips. What was he thinking of? Imagining his middle aged next door neighbour, whom he hardly knew, blowing him off in his shower with his girl­friend due at the front door any moment? He must be mad; the situation was mad; how had it happened?

Judith, for her part, was delighted. She had Gary's penis in her hand, the one she had seen through the window and in the very shower she had seen him naked. It was what she had been wanting to do but what to do next?

She continued, "It's so hard against you, like it wants to make love to your tummy button." Soapy hand on the head she pulled it away from Gary's tummy until it was at forty-five degrees before letting go. It slapped back against Gary's stomach.

"Wow," exclaimed Judith with a giggle, "you can actually hear the slap." She did it again, seeing how far down she could pull it before releasing. The slap was even more distinct as the penis flipped up against Gary's stomach. "Impressive, Gary, I expect your girlfriend has a lot of fun with that but, come on, you give me a quick wash and then I can get back to my flat. I've things to do."

Judith stood up and her hands left Gary's body. She stood there apparent­ly unconcerned, disinterested even, as if there was nothing unusual at being naked in her neighbour's shower, a neighbour who was a young man who hap­pened to be both naked and erect.

"Er, yes, right." And he picked up the soap and began to wash Judith in turn. Soapy hands running across naked female flesh. Despite trying to avoid the more obviously sexual bits, that did nothing to lessen his erection and when he came to Judith's boobs he was torn between trying to be perfunctory and spending a little time enjoying the feel and the weight of her impressive breasts in his hands. It was hard not to pay especial attention to her large brown areolae and standing nipples. Worse was soaping her ample rounded bottom and the realisation about what came next.

"You do the last bit," he said.

"Don't be silly, haven't you ever washed a woman down there, well it's time you learnt and it's not as easy in a shower as a bath. Look—like this." And Judith took his hand and showed him and it all took much longer than if he had just got on and done it himself. Judith pushing his fingers where they should not be, right to her most intimate places but all so matter of fact. "There you are, Gary, you teach me about plumbing—I teach you about wash­ing. A fair exchange. Now where are the towels?"

It was not much better for Gary as they towelled dry, he could not easily avoid watching Judith's body and her jiggling breasts as she moved the towel around. It did nothing to lessen his erection.

Judith was about to pick her clothes up when she appeared to notice again Gary's erection, "You need to do something about that." And, as if on cue, there was the sound of the front door being opened with keys rattling.

Gary looked for a moment like a rabbit caught in the headlights, "My girl­friend," he whispered and quietly moved the bolt on the bathroom door into position, "what do I say?"

"Hi Lou," he called in a voice not as strong as usual, "I'm taking a show­er."

"Oh goody," said a girl's voice from outside the door, "have I arrived at just the right moment. Don't dress," there was a giggle, "Miss Pond, the Farmer's daughter needs a visit from Mr Standfast, the Plumber, with his plunger! I'll be in the bedroom."

Judith smiled at the silly talk, the talk of lovers, private and personal.

"What shall I do?" whispered Gary still looking like the rabbit.

"Well I suggest you take your plunger," she spoke quietly as her hand pat­ted the still firmly erect cock, "and go fuck her. It's been looking like that is what you have been needing for the last twenty minutes and Lou has said she does too. I'll slip out whilst you are busy. Saves explanations."

It would of course, not really be an easy explanation to make but Judith said it as if there would actually be no difficulty at all, so very matter of fact.

Judith was in reality rather cross at the interruption but it was perhaps just as well, it might be unwise to take things too far with just one pill notwith­standing she was desperate to try Gary's cock between her legs.

She had, though, something else to whisper, "Gary, thank you for showing me the shower and, now we've showered together, you will think nothing about being naked with me in the future. It won't worry you at all, it won't worry you we've been showering together, indeed you'll want to expose your­self to me, want to show me your hard cock in the future, it's something which will keep coming into your mind, a growing desire. You understand?"

Gary said he did.

"Off you go and fuck." Judith patted his naked bottom as he left the bath­room still with his erect cock seemingly glued to his navel; she smiled to her­self and then turned to dress.

Tip toeing out of the flat she paused at the sound of lovemaking coming from the bedroom. She was almost tempted to peep but the risk was far too great. It was a pity she had been interrupted by Lou's arrival but it was only an interruption; things were going very well and the likelihood of enjoying the attentions of either Gary or Keith seemed very likely or, even, enjoying both together — now that was an idea!



Judith: The Power of Desire Ch. 04



Part 4 -- Keith: a gastronomic pleasure

Judith had not seen Keith all week; his non-appearance had surprised her as she thought there would have been some residual effect of the pill and her com­mand. Did it mean that rather than remembering her productive manipulation of him across the kitchen table as an erotic fantasy, he remembered it for real? If so, she thought, he would certainly give her a very wide berth and that would be that... and probably it would be the same with Gary as well. A great disappointment and she could not see how she would again be able to slip a pill into a drink for either of them. A frustration.

Sunday evening found her hunched over her laptop, tapping away at a re­port with a half drunk cup of coffee beside her. She had eaten early and, hav­ing been out all day seeing a friend, rather than change from smart to casual clothes had showered and slipped on her silk blue nightie. She had reached the summary of her report when the door bell rang. Judith was not expecting any­one but immediately her hopes rose—could it be one of the boys following her instruction? She pulled on a cotton dressing gown and went to the door. Through the little safety door viewer with its wide angle 'fish eye' lens she could see it was Keith—but Keith clad only in a towel. She smiled a little tri­umphantly to herself, her instruction seemed to have worked after all; she had told him he would have an increasing desire to be naked with her, indeed to have masturbatory fantasies about her, and the appearance at her door dressed in just a towel looked very promising. As she undid the door she won­dered what the fantasies had been—perhaps she should ask him! But for now, how was he going to explain being at her door clad only in a towel?

"Judith, hallo, look sorry to trouble you but I've locked myself out, I went to check if I'd brought all my shopping in and the door closed behind me and, as you can see, I'd just showered. No one else was in. I need to call a locksmith and I haven't my mobile and as no one else was in... Sorry. Could I bother you and use your phone?"

She let him in, of course, "That's fine Keith, a friend of mine did the same thing in a hotel only her towel was shorter and she, of course had more to cover -- had to go all the way down to the reception desk. She said it was a nightmare especially when four blokes got in the lift with her. Now I can't see you getting a locksmith at this time of night, I think you'll have to stay over."

"Judith, I couldn't..."

"Where else are you going like that? I doubt I have much to fit you, you are taller and thinner than me and you'd look silly in a dress. Let me make you some coffee and see if I can find you a tee shirt or something."

Keith followed her into the kitchen and Judith filled the kettle talking as she did so. As she turned back to Keith his towel slipped off his hips. It was as if the towel had not been done up around his waist properly and had simply slipped before he could stop it -- though Judith was rather doubtful about that. All at once it was lying in a circle around his feet and he was standing there stark naked with a penis almost at half mast.

"Keith, really! That towel is not safe. Look, take this dressing gown whilst we go and look for that tee shirt." Of course the removal of her dressing gown was little different from Keith dropping his towel. The blue silk was so thin and moulded her body wherever it touched so that it quite revealed the shape of her breasts and, of course, did nothing to restrain their movement as she handed the gown to Keith. His eyes stared and his penis twitched before he hurriedly clad himself.

"Sorry Judith, the towel slipped."

"Yes I could see that—see that completely. Now come with me." And she led him into her bedroom and began looking in drawers. "See, these are just not going to fit and they are simply not you!" Judith held up some very frilly silk underwear. "Now tee shirts, tee shirts, here we are." She handed a long green tee shirt to Keith. "It's got flowers on it but I don't think you need to mind that, no one but me is going to see you in it—except the locksmith tomor­row morning of course! Pop it on and let me have my dressing gown back, this nightie is hardly modest." She emphasised its thinness by running a hand down the silk and stood waiting expectantly, giving Keith the opportunity to ex­pose himself again.

As she expected, Keith could not resist the opportunity; undoing the cord around his waist he let the two sides of the dressing gown fall open exposing his naked body and his now half erect penis before letting it simply drop to the floor; he did not hurry about handing it over nor did he attempt to put the tee shirt on first or even quickly. Judith was delighted, her instruction had so clear­ly worked, and Keith was so obviously enjoying being naked with her, presum­ably a weeklong fantasy come true.

"Keith, really! Cover yourself up so I don't have to see that. Go into the kitchen and sit down and I'll make you some coffee."

He did as he was told and Judith watched his retreating back or more specifically the quick flash of bottom cheeks as he walked away -- the tee shirt wasn't really that long on him, of course.

Judith had put the dressing gown back on by the time she returned to the kitchen, Keith was sitting at the table in the green tee shirt and his semi-tumes­cent or even now fully tumescent organ safely hidden under the table. She made the coffee and, of course, a further pill found its way into Keith's mug. Ju­dith was very encouraged by Keith's appearance and clear desire to reveal him­self but she was not sure that would hold if she took it to another level. It was better to be safe. They chatted as if nothing untoward had happened and slow­ly Keith drank his coffee.

"Well, I'm going to sit somewhere more comfortable in the lounge," said Judith as the coffee was finished. She went to sit on the settee there and watched Keith following her in. The tee shirt did not hide nearly enough, in­deed it was quite perfect from Judith's perspective, for there at its hem she could just discern a hint of Keith's two dangling balls and the tip of his penis peeking out, the wrinkled folds of his foreskin covering the glans entirely. It swung as he moved. Whilst they had been talking Judith's desire for sex had been increasing and she had been conscious of her nipples growing hard against the silk of her nightie. It was time for Keith to be hard as well.

It was no surprise to Judith that as he sat down on the settee the tee shirt rode up, it was probably no surprise to Keith either especially as he then stretched back revealing rather more.

"There you go again, showing yourself off," and she flicked his cock with her finger so it jumped from lying to the right looking at her to pointing away from her to the left. She had no worry he would react badly. There was a move­ment, a slight lengthening.

"I fancy a glass of wine—what about you? There's a bottle of white in the 'fridge — bring a couple of glasses." Judith liked watching Keith walking, the peek of penis and bottom below the hem, it heightened her anticipation. Should she tease him a bit, play with him, enjoy the feeling it gave her before, perhaps, getting down to the more serious stuff? She was confident there would now be no problem with 'stuff,' Keith had taken a second pill and would, based on experience of the first, be open to more instruction.

She looked up as he returned. As he put the bottle and glasses down Ju­dith patted his half exposed bottom. "Thank you."

The touch had a very obvious effect; Keith was pumping up before her very eyes.

"Keith, really! What you need is a cold shower; can't you control that? Per­haps if I held this cold bottle against it." With one hand she reached under the hem of the tee shirt and took hold of Keith's lovely penis and with the other the bottle, cold from the fridge, and she pushed one against the other. Keith gri­maced but, Judith was not surprised at all to see, there was no diminution in the erection. "I don't understand, Keith, I thought cold was meant to ease this... swelling, perhaps if I try it on your balls?" She pushed the bottle, neck first between his legs so his scrotum was lying on the cold clear glass of the bottle. If anything the pink head expanded further, taking on a purplish tinge. Keith was very clearly relishing the sensation. Judith handed him the bottle.

"Well never mind. Sit down and pour the wine." There was no hiding the penis now, the tee shirt was simply not covering it as it reared up, completely undraped. Judith's hand cupped his balls."Oh dear, the bottle has made these very cold. I was just trying to help. Shall I hold them in my hand and warm them up?"

It was distinctly odd drinking cool white wine and chatting away to Keith with, all the time, her hand curled around his balls holding them, whilst, above, his penis stuck up in the air; the head shiny as if polished and catching the light. Despite the pills and the suggestion she had left him with to want to reveal himself and be handled by her, it was clear he was still uncomfortable at what was happening and certainly confused how he had got into this posi­tion. Judith thought it would amuse to discomfort him some more.

Judith tugged at the hem of Keith's tee shirt and managed to cover most of the penis; just an inch of the shaft showed at the bottom but, of course, the shirt was badly tented. "Well that's hardly covering you is it?"

"I could get the towel."

"Well that didn't work did it? You know, I think you like exposing yourself to me. Do you? A bit of an exhibitionist I suspect. Do you like to surprise your girlfriend with that?"

"I, yes, I mean I do with her."

"And me?"

Keith's eyes dropped, "yes," he said.

"Did you deliberately drop the towel?"

His voice was quieter now, "yes," he said.

"You're a naughty boy," said Judith, "I'm quite tempted to smack you on your bottom." She hadn't planned that but it suddenly seemed rather an ap­pealing idea now she had such control over him. "Come on, over my lap."

It was comical really having this grown man bent over her lap on the set­tee, his hard cock pressing into the blue silk covering her thighs; slowly she pulled the material of the tee shirt upwards exposing the entirety of his bottom cheeks; a close up view revealing all the little downy fair hairs across his bot­tom; very lightly her fingers brushed the little hairs, hardly touching the skin. Judith was amused by the way his bottom clenched in reaction. With her right hand she pushed her hand between his thighs opening them a little and then down came her hand. Three sharp slaps seemed quite enough and, actually, it hurt her hand. She liked how Keith's bottom jumped at each impact.

"Up you get," she said. He stood before her, penis pointing at her with his delightful scrotum and its egg shaped contents just hanging there under it; again she took his balls in hand. "Should I squeeze these hard too: or forgive you? Come, come a little closer." He was standing between her open thighs now, knees pushing against the silk. "I like the way these hang, all soft and vul­nerable; open your legs wider -- yes, they really do swing if I push them—so dif­ferent from this thing."

There was an intake of breath from Keith, she had his cock in her hand and was squeezing it.

"What shall we do about this, Keith? Surely you don't want me to stroke it." But she was.

"Think what a mess you could make down my nightie if you weren't care­ful. This tee shirt is a bit in the way, why don't you take it off, you'd like that." She continued to stroke.

Judith had a decision to make, what next? It seemed the time was right to go a little further with Keith. Probably if she was to tell him to fuck her he would, but that would all be a little sudden: though, certainly, she was wet enough. No, that could wait. Keith was starting to pull the tee shirt over his head.

"I think, Keith, it would be best if you let me suck the hardness out of that." With her free hand Judith took another sip of the wine. "I like wine but let's see what you taste like." She leant forward and her lips touched the shiny end of Keith's cock and her tongue sneaked out to touch the underside, the fraenum. "That's all right isn't it Keith?"

He was still enveloped in the tee shirt, still tugging it over his head as he felt the soft wet touch on his penis, followed by the delicious feel of lips sliding up the smooth skin of his cock head.

"Yes please Judith, I like that."

Slowly Judith fellated Keith. There was no hurry, just long gliding strokes with her lips down the shaft and back again, a wriggling of tongue and the oc­casional sip of the cool, slightly stinging wine. A repetitive forward and back­ward travel that Judith found soothing. The soft feel of Keith's cock in her mouth, something to suck on and play; restful and exciting at the same time. She had been looking forward to doing this since that train journey had re-awakened her interest in the male member. It was so pleasant having this young man standing before her, his body so accessible — with her free hand, when not picking up her glass, she could roam freely over his bottom, feel be­tween his legs, manipulate his testes, indeed move him at will; really it was quite the male plaything she had thought about on the train. Her thighs clamped tightly to his legs, Judith was really quite surprised at how wet she had become just from sucking, sucking this man between her open legs.

Naturally Judith's work was going to bring a result and her enthusiasm perhaps brought it a little faster than she had expected. There was a tightening of the scrotum in her hand, a pushing forward by Keith and all of a sudden a spurting in her mouth, salty and viscous—certainly not a surprise to Judith, she knew what to expect -- and she sucked greedily, helping draw the fluid out; letting it slip down her throat, a gastronomic pleasure she had sought, one she been looking forward to: the drinking of her young men.

Judith did not let the penis go but kept it in her mouth as it shrank, still sucking to see if she could catch any last drop of escaping semen, the smaller it go the more it fitted in her mouth until she had it all inside, soft and pliable on her tongue, so different from a few minutes before.

"There you are," she said, "the swelling is all gone!" I'm sure your girl­friend does a better job but I seem to have done the trick. "Nice," she licked her lips, "more wine?"

Keith looked happy, worried and confused all at the same time. "Yes please."

"I wonder what is on the television?"

They sat through a comedy programme.

"You're a young man Keith; I was wondering how long does it take before you can get hard again after coming, after ejaculating?" Judith's query was just casually thrown into their discussion about the comedy programme.

"I don't know, an hour maybe."

Judith's hand moved to his penis, lifting it, squeezing it and running the foreskin up and down. "So this won't do any good? You said you like being naked with me, is it more enjoyable when you are hard?" The fingers played on.

"I, well I, yes Judith, hard."

"I sucked you off—do you do that to your girlfriend? Do you make her come like that?"

"Yes, Chloe likes that but I don't make her come like that. She always wants to fuck."

"Would you do that for me?"

There was indecision on his face, this was something new. Judith hadn't covered this before.

"You'd like that, Keith, I expect you've been wondering what I have hidden in my nightie; you've wanting me to take it off; you've been wanting to pull it off me and suck my nipples; but I'm not letting you; you know I'm in charge and you do what I say like a faithful dog, yes a good doggie; why don't get down on all fours and have a peek; you'll want to get your cock in but I'm not going to let you; instead you push your head up my nightie and start licking; yes licking up my thighs pushing your head further and further into my tunnel of silk; your tongue seeking and wanting to make me come just like you've come and then you will be a good boy, a good doggie and might get a reward. Down boy."

Judith picked up her glass and lent back as Keith got down on his knees. She patted his head and opened her thighs drawing the silk apart and allowing Keith access. With the remote she turned the television off, she did not need the distraction, she had been waiting wetly for this all evening, letting the an­ticipation build. Her thighs opened even wider as she felt the first touch of Keith's wet tongue on her left thigh. "Good boy," she said and the licking start­ed in earnest. Judith was careful to keep her hand on the silk covered head con­trolling its ascent up her thighs, "not so fast, not so fast." But slowly the tick­ling, sliding wet trail crept higher to where Judith's own lubrication was mak­ing her thighs wet until, at last, Keith reached her sex; dawdling a little at the discovery of her outer lips, very creditably exploring before plunging into the soft wet pool of her excitement. By now Judith was half slumped on the settee, feet planted on the settee itself, the nightdress riding up and her thighs wide splayed giving Keith easy access.

The touch of his tongue on her vaginal opening was almost too much but then he was inside, his tongue fucking her, in and out, in and out. A small item to be attempting such a thing but with such delicate, precise touches giving such big sensations. And then the slow teasing trail upwards until it was right on her clit. Judith's thighs clamped hard shut as Keith sucked the little nub into his mouth and tickled. Judith was coming, coming in shuddering electric waves of pleasure as Keith's tongue played on her, so sensitive, nerve endings, sending ripples throughout her body. It was what Judith had been seeking.

Eventually she let him go, the clamp of her thighs released, her little dog­gie emerged from under her nightie, his face both wet and red but with a hard cock now hanging between his thighs.

"That was good Keith, you have done well. Stand up then, show yourself off to me. It was almost comical how happy Keith seemed to be standing and showing off his body, particularly his erection to Judith.

"Well," she said, "we'd better sort your room out."

Judith stood and led Keith; she took him by the penis, one hand holding and gently moving his foreskin as they walked to the spare room. "Here's your bed. I'll be off early in the morning but you can stay until you sort out the lock­smith, you'd better borrow my dressing gown you can hardly see him, or her I suppose, like that." She dropped the dressing gown on the bed, her large breasts and still standing nipples so very clear through the thin silk of her nightie. Keith's eyes went straight to them. "Well in you get." Judith pulled back the duvet and sat down on the bed as Keith lay down, her hand not leav­ing his cock.

Judith was tempted to mount him and hide his cock inside her still very wet vagina but perhaps not this time. She did not want to hurry her experience of Keith, better to take it pleasure by pleasure.

"I suppose you'd sleep better if we did something about this." Her hand squeezed the penis. You do like being touched by me, I know you like to be naked with me; you like me telling you what to do and you want to fuck me but you know it is I who will fuck you: not the other way around." Her hand was moving rhythmically and with her other hand she stroked his balls and per­ineum. "You see it's best to let it out, it'll make you sleep so soundly, just let my hand soothe you into sleep, let your semen flow and then sleep."

It was not long in coming, the careful finger work and the sight of large breasts wobbling inches from him, albeit clad in thin silk, had its effect and he came, not copiously but a very clear ejaculation across his stomach in succes­sive spurts, slowing to just a trickle. Judith's massaging hand slowed but kept a gentle movement on his foreskin as his hardness slipped away.




Judith: The Power of Desire Ch. 04



Judith smiled, Keith was already asleep. The power of her instruction evi­dent or rather the power of the pills. She had him completely in the palm of hand -- literally in the palm of her hand, all of his now soft, exhausted penis, wetly smeared with his ejaculate, his foreskin all puckered up and hiding the smooth head. Judith lent forward and kissed it, feeling the semen on her lips. She licked, tasting Keith's second ejaculation and again suckled on the soft penis, so small now in her mouth.

Her desire for sex was being satisfied. What fun she was going to have! Should she next fuck Gary, prise that hard penis from his tummy and send it up into herself, or should she fuck Keith? What would it be like to have them both together, doing her bidding, each anxious to please her? Judith looked down at Keith asleep and giggled, this was being great fun! She drew the duvet over him and went to get ready for bed.



Judith: The Power of Desire Ch. 05



Part 5 – Gary's waking dream

Judith had left Gary with a strong desire to be naked with her just as she had done with Keith and she was intrigued to know how he would achieve this. It would be very funny if he too turned up at her front door clad in just a towel with some story about being locked out of his flat. She did not know if she would be able to keep a straight face! She was sceptical Keith had really locked himself out: the coming around had been deliberate enough but she suspected the key had really been hidden somewhere. Certainly she had hurried to work the next day and left Keith to either ring the locksmith or quietly let himself back into his flat and did not actually know what he had done. She was busy with work, even into the evenings, and so did not spend much time thinking about that or the boys in general; the weekend, however, she planned to be dif­ferent.

In the event the doorbell went Thursday night, it was Gary in his running shorts.

"Hiya Judith, just been for my run and I was wondering..." he faltered, "was wondering if your shower was working fine now."

Judith opened the door wider, a clear invitation. Gary took it. It was a bit lame really but at least it was not the towel ploy again. There was a bit of talk about his run, state of the roads, a need for work to the front door of the block of flats and the like. As Judith was expecting the talk moved around to the showers.

"Did it help when I showed you mine?"

"Certainly did," said Judith brightly and with the hint of a smile.

"Showed you how it worked."

"Well, not completely." Her face was all amusement.

"How to get it to shower you any temperature you like."

"I'm sure it would be a really hot shower." Her eyebrows were raised.

"No, you just move the controls and..." 

He caught Judith's drift and went bright red. Manly, hairy Gary was really blushing. Judith was delighted.

"Why don't you go and try my shower after your run and I'll brew us some coffee."

He leapt at the idea.

Judith was not surprised to find, coming back from the kitchen that the bathroom door was not even fully closed let alone locked. Her instruction to him not to feel uncomfortable naked with her, indeed to seek to be naked with her and display himself was clearly working. She had not expected anything else following her experience with Keith. Inside, the shower was producing steam and half obscured within the cubicle was Gary. She stepped into the bathroom and picked up his running clothes, she didn't want him putting those on again.

She sat in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to brew and thinking about what she should do with Gary, how she might tease him. Did she dare yet go for intercourse or have to be content with something rather less.

"Judith, where are my shorts?" Gary was out of the shower. She was tempted to go and look.

"I've put them in the wash, bring the towels as well," she called.

She was giving him every opportunity and he took it, to her delight he walked into the kitchen carrying all the towels from the bathroom in front of him, his sex obscured by them but otherwise naked.

"Thank you," she said rising and taking them leaving him completely ex­posed.

"A fine sight, Gary, a fine sight." She was completely truthful. Some women find the sight of naked men rather amusing with their wedding tackle swinging around as they walk: not Judith, not these last few weeks, she rev­elled in the sight of naked Gary and, despite his attempt at modesty, his condi­tioning meant he was more than happy to be seen. And his tackle certainly swung as he moved and he made no effort to cover up. Judith poured the coffee and took it into the sitting room, the more to watch Gary moving, masculine and hirsute, she just loved the way his dark hair rose up his body, hairy legs, dark curliness around his penis and then the hair rising as a black stripe up to the wide splay of dark hair between his nipples. She wondered if she should get him to grow a beard and moustache to add to his overall manliness—she might well suggest that. 

"You're a bit like a big shaggy dog," she said, "I don't think I've ever seen such a hairy man."

"I'd really... perhaps I had better put something on," he replied conscious however much he wanted to display it was a little strange to be wandering around a neighbour's flat completely naked.

"Don't bother, Gary, you look just fine like that to me! But what you could do is go and get some biscuits, third cupboard from the sink, top shelf." It wasn't so much a biscuit that she wanted but to keep Gary moving, to watch his firm bottom walking from her and his hairy front and swinging genitalia on his return.

A newspaper was lying on the table with a picture of a well known politi­cian.

"That wanker," said Gary rather forcibly, he clearly was not impressed by the gentleman whose picture was shown in black and white.

"A funny term," said Judith, "but sexual words are often used in abuse and to make derogatory remarks. Why do we do it—that prick, f*** you, you tit, that c***? Though of course the words used are normally hard in themselves. You wouldn't say bonk you or he's a real willy would you?"

"No," said Gary and they spent the next five to ten minutes discussing sex­ual swear words and the oddest names for sexual parts they knew.

Gary finished his coffee and, though he did not know, it his third pill.

"Now where did that conversation start?" asked Judith, "oh yes you were saying about that nice man..."

"Wanker, I said!"

"Oh yes, masturbator, well we all are, aren't we? I bet you were a right lit­tle wanker when you were growing up; what used to turn you on—pictures, books, lingerie catalogues?"

Judith was leading Gary on now, getting him to talk about sex. She was sure it would lead to a physical response. The pills, of course, made his re­sponse honest and poor Kylie Minogue would have been shocked to find what result her pretty smiling face had had on the young Gary. On the other hand, perhaps in reality she would be very aware but perhaps not wishing to dwell too much on how much semen around the world had been spilt on her behalf!

"And are you still a wanker or does Lou take care of that for you!"

"Sometimes,"—the honesty of the pills.

"What alone or with Lou? Does she make you come?"

"Both. Sometimes when I am alone I..."

"Kylie again?"

"No! Not these days."

"What do you think of?" There was a stirring.

"This and that..."

"Tell me, what is a typical fantasy? I'd be interested and don't spare the detail!" Would it be like Keith's fantasy of Jon and Ellie? "What do you think of?"

"All sorts of things really..."

"Last time."

"Well I'd been on this aeroplane trip to Asia and all the stewardesses were so young and pretty, you know, slim little dresses, carefully tied up hair, little breasts, nail polish and such rosebud mouths. I sort of imagined getting stuck, so to speak, in a bedroom with three and they couldn't do enough for me."

"I can imagine, such as?"

"Well it wasn't just straight in bed; rather I imagined stripping them first. You know helping each off with her little dress, three slim little dark haired gig­gling girls in white panties and bras, shooing them into the bathroom and turn­ing on the walk in shower before unclipping those bras, taking them off to re­veal their little breasts with lovely little pale pink nipples; more giggling and then down comes those panties but with lots of knees going up and thighs and hands trying to cover little dark patches of hair; then pushing them all into the shower — yes hands on bottoms; you know how polite so many Asian peoples are, serving drinks for others and not yourself and being served in turn, well I rather liked the idea that it was not done to wash yourself so I have these three little stewardesses washing each other giggling all the while as they touched each other's breasts and sex; then I get in the shower with them, naked of course, and they all go very quiet not only because I'm so much bigger than they are but because of my erect and very large cock—I imagine it's got even bigger than normal—and it both excites and frightens them."

"It certainly looks big to me." And of course it was now fully erect, stick­ing right up against his stomach, skin rolled back and ready for use. 

"Go on with your story but show me how you do it. I'm interested."

"Show what. No."

"Yes, go on."

What now, in front of you?"

"Well I can't see if you're behind me. Yes wank away, just as if you were in bed alone."

Gary's hand slowly came up and pulled his penis away from his stomach, held it between his fingers and thumb just below the head, so they curled around it, and began moving the foreskin slowly upwards so it rolled over the head and down again.

"Like that mostly." 

"So much easier with the foreskin I suspect. You'd miss it."

"Certainly would — I'm much attached to it! I remember at school one boy in our class was circumcised. We all thought how funny he looked with his knob on display all the time, well in the showers or changing room I mean. Boys can, of course, be cruel."

"Not as cruel as girls."

"I wouldn't know."

"Yes, well girls you know are prone to holding a grudge for a long time — but that's another set of stories but, in a similar way to that boy, I got teased about my flat chest."

"Flat? What happened?"

"I was a late developer. The teasing stopped!"

All the while Gary's hand moved.

"On you go with the story, tell me about these three stewardesses."

"They're in the shower and I've come in naked, just as they are, but with a big difference, I think I mentioned that, I like the idea of their eyes going all round and their rosebud mouths pursing in surprise, they know they have to wash me, six hands, perfect hands with pale coloured nail varnish, all rubbing over me with the shower gel, lovely and slippery, hands on my bottom and then they are on my cock, six little hands all at once pouring on the shower gel and soaping away until I almost come."

His hand was moving fast but then Gary stopped and paused.

"Then I dry them with a big white fluffy towel, it lets me look at them all over before I send them scampering to the bedroom. Nice idea 'scampering.' I come in a little later with the towel around my waist and they are all lined up kneeling on the floor with their hands behind their backs, I advance towards them dropping the towel and there it is my big cock right in front of their eyes, inches away."

"I see oral sex or messy faces coming along here," Judith said wryly.

"Well, I've had the fantasy a few times and, yes, I have come to the image of two of the girl's little pink tongues licking all my cum off the other's face: but not last time, though you're right enough about the oral. I present and they lick. They're apprehensive but each wants to be first, "me, me, me!" I choose and the little pink tongue comes and licks the very tip, you can imagine I like that! It's too big to go in so she contents herself nuzzling the end, sucking on it and sticking her little tongue into the hole. I like that, her puckered mouth glued to the end, sucking. Then I pull away and the next girl takes her place and then the next girl until they've all sucked. It's time. They all lie down on the bed and open their legs wide to be inspected and my choice made. Then there is relief for two of them, they are not the one I select but it is their job to prepare the one I have chosen. I imagine quite a lot of lesbian sort of sex here.

The girls massaging their friend, easing her opening, making it stretchy and big enough — a lot of mess with oil and cream, fingers inserted, fingers from both girls at once. All the time I watch until they beckon me over. I let them do it all; I just lie down on the bed on my back. They oil up my shaft and hold my penis in position, line up the girl, encourage her and then it is they who push her onto me. It is not easy for them, not easy for the girl, she is very tight but it must be done or one of the other girls will have to be made ready. I can feel her softness on me but I'm not going in despite the lubrication. I watch her face. Her friends are making it easy for her, stroking her clit, making it good, then all at once I am sliding up into her as she slips down onto me. Her friends pushing her down."

Gary's hand was moving fast. Judith knew he would be coming any mo­ment if she did not do something. "Wait," she ordered, "Not far off coming are you Gary, what is it normally—into a tissue, splashing onto your tummy and getting all mixed up in that dark hair, or is it in your shower just letting fly?"

"Nearly there Judith, yes all of those."

"What shall we do with you now? No touching but I'll let you come all over my breasts. Would you like that?" Judith knew he would and she wanted to watch him come.

Hands not touching his cock, Judith had Gary stand to her front whilst she sat, his long penis sticking up close to her face, hugging itself to the dark hair running up his stomach. Slowly she began undoing the buttons of her blouse. It was fun for her to see how closely he was watching her as the but­tons came undone one by one. To see his penis literally twitch as she finally undid her bra and let it fall. It was tempting to try intercourse, she felt Gary was already ripe for that, her pills seemed to have taken a strong hold and he was very much under her control. But she was not going to hurry the process; it was a step at a time. Judith could see how desperate Gary was to touch her breasts and, to be fair, she would very much have liked to take hold of Gary but she kept to her rule.

"Off you go then," she said leaning backwards so Gary could rest one hand on the back of the settee and aim himself, "what happens next in your fantasy. I presume the other girls have to submit in the end and you have all three. I can't see you letting the other two get away!"

"I've never got that far!" He was stroking again now, moving his foreskin in a steady motion over the head; there was wetness at the tip, a trickle of mois­ture running down his fraenum, acting as a lubricant.

Judith moved her breasts with her hands, conscious they were full but with her age not as firm as they had once been: the same could not be said for her nipples—they were certainly firm, indeed stiff with arousal. She squeezed.

"Can I hold them, Judith?"

"No, no touching, not today. Another time, if you're good, perhaps I'll let you touch rather more." She thought back to the time she had seen him in the shower, the first time she had seen him naked and had wanted to see him hold himself, pull at himself. And now, here he was right in front of her doing just that.

"What you'd really like to do, Gary is fuck me, that'll be your fantasy next time not the stewardesses. I like the idea of you wanking away in your bed thinking about me. You'll do it when you go to sleep and when you wake in the morning you'll have to do it all over again. Imagine that, Gary, opening my thighs, parting my lips and..."

Gary was suddenly moving his hand very fast.

"There's a good boy," she said and the first spurt flew across from Gary's cock to land on her left breast. She was surprised how hot it felt on her skin, presumably the below blood heat on the surface making the semen seem so hot—it was unexpected; the second burst flying even stronger than the first but again landing hot and then a third and a fourth; there was no let up in Gary's hand movement and a fifth dollop landed hot by its fellows. The ejacu­lation was soon over and the penis just dribbling as Gary's hand slowed.

"Very good Gary, what a lot of cum," she said and she meant it. She was surprised how excited she had become watching Gary ejaculate, how much she had liked seeing the semen flowing, how nice it had been to feel it hot on her skin. She looked down—there was an awful lot of it!

"Careful you don't drip that on my skirt. You did well, Lou is a lucky girl to have all that, and you must really fill her up. Get a tissue, get several and clean me up, there's a good boy."

Still holding his penis, trying to prevent it dripping Gary went in search of tissues. She watched his retreating bottom and then looked down at her breasts, they were covered with his stuff, with a finger she scooped up a little of the still warm ejaculate and put her finger to her mouth. It was slightly salty, perhaps a little slimy but nice. What would it be like to have all that pouring into her mouth, sucking as Gary let fly? She would like that, she knew, particularly if Keith was fucking her at the time!

At Gary's return she smiled at him. How delightful it was to have a naked young man about her flat, even with a now deflated penis. "You may touch now," she said and Gary carefully mopped up the mess he had made with his now innocent cock softly swinging between his legs.



Judith: The Power of Desire Ch. 06



Part 6 — Both together

It was rather pleasant to step from the train carriage at her station and find both 'her boys' getting off the same train; she greeted both and, as they were all living in the same block of flats, naturally they walked back home together. It has been a funny old day weather wise, starting fine with a clear blue au­tumn sky and the promise of a perfect sunny if not exactly warm day; but as the day had progressed it had become overcast and by the time they were leav­ing the station entrance the sky was half grey and half filling with the blackest clouds.

"Looks like rain," said Gary stating the obvious and on cue a few drops fell.

Raincoat and umbrella-less they agreed hurrying would be a good plan. Too far from the station, too far from home and not near a shop or any other refuge the heavens opened. It was not just a drizzle, not just rain but a verita­ble downpour soaking them all in seconds. There really was no point in hurry­ing to avoid getting wet—they were soaked already. The only thing to do was laugh. By the time they had splashed through the stream of water that was the path to their flat block's door they were not only soaked, so that even their shoes were sloshing full of water, but they were getting cold as well.

"I need a hot bath, I'm freezing," said Judith and then an idea struck her; "we need a hot bath. It'd be so 'green' to share the water and I've got one of those big oval baths big enough for three. Why the previous owner installed it I don't know, always been a bit too big for me alone but it'll come into its own now. We'll use that. Hurry up and let's run that hot steaming water." Judith was putting confidence in the lasting effect of the pills, she was not disappoint­ed."

"Of course, Judith." They hurried up the steps and she let them into her flat.

"Hurry Keith, I'm really cold; get those wet things off you two, you're soaked."

Judith smiled to herself, she really liked being in charge, having these two boys doing what she said but now she had them both together doing as they were told. She put her bag down and looked at herself in the hall mirror. The re­flection was not flattering, she looked like a drowned rat with its hair hanging in clumps and dripping. Judith opened her handbag and tidied herself up a bit before following Keith and Gary into the bathroom. She was greeted by the sight of hot steaming water splashing into the large bath and the two young men standing naked in her bathroom appearing, not actually, a little uncom­fortable and surprised at each other's naked presence. They turned towards Ju­dith and almost posed for her as their pleasure in being naked in front of Ju­dith came to the fore. Their conditioning was working.

"You first," said Keith to Judith.

"Don't be silly, we're all cold, we'll bathe together. You two get in. I'm not undressed yet -- you boys are ahead of me."

They were not happy getting in together and sat at opposite ends of the bath whilst Judith undressed. The cold had made Judith's nipples harden and she was amused to see both boys trying not to look at her or make it obvious they were watching her but, undoubtedly, were taking in her generous breasts. She stepped naked into the water, her furry mound inches from them, and stood looking down at her two boys in the bath, relishing the feel of the hot water on her ankles, and enjoying what she was seeing.

"You boys get up one end, I'll sit the other, at least the plug hole is at the side." Judith was pleased to see the effect of her bouncing boobs, erect nipples and, the, no doubt, flash of pinkness, as she had stepped into the bath had had its result on her boys -- a pleasing stirring in their loins. "Move up," she said and they drew their knees towards them whilst, at the same time, clearly and desperately trying to ignore their own developing erections. Probably they had not noticed that their fellow was having a similar problem but Judith was going to change that.

It felt good to Judith to sink into the hot water, sending it even higher in the bath so that her breasts were half covered. She stretched out her legs right between those of the men and felt with her toes for their penises. If they were being moderately successful before at keeping themselves under control there was now no chance with Judith's breasts bobbing in the water in front of their eyes and her toes stroking their cocks. Hard standing erections were the in­evitable result, even if only just visible through the water, and certainly nei­ther man was looking down at what was occurring as both tried both to ignore what was happening and yet revel in the attention of Judith's toes.

The bath was warming and relaxing, so very pleasant after the coldness of the Autumnal rain. After a time Judith reached for the soap and was amused to see how carefully the boys watched whilst she soaped her breasts. Throw­ing them the soap her amusement continued as she watched how careful the boys were in washing not to let their cock heads break water; careful that there was no porpoising, that a fleshly periscope did not poke above the waves to peer around. She was not, though, going to allow that state of affairs to contin­ue, it amused her to think of their discomfort; discomfort at their nakedness with one another and how much more this would be if, or rather when, they re­vealed their arousal to each other—not something she imagined a man was usually happy for another man to see. Her view was quite the contrary: she was very much looking forward to seeing two erections at once.

"I feel so much better for this," said Judith, "what I'd like now is a nice cup of tea; one of you boys wouldn't be a dear and go and make one for me would you?"

There was panic in their eyes; whosoever got out to make the tea would be exposed, revealed in all his manhood. "You go, Gary," said Keith.

"No, you go, I...," but what excuse could he make?

There was a delay, a lack of any movement on the part of the men. A delay that was not gentlemanly, they should have sprung to her request but, of course, with the embarrassing consequence of exposure.

"Oh, both go then," said Judith a little sharply.

There was a hesitation but the power of the pills meant they could not but obey. Slowly, reluctantly, they stood.

"Oh," Judith's hand went to her mouth in apparent surprise, "what a sight and, my, what big boys you are."

There was relief in their eyes, neither was the only one with a hard on, though it was not a comfortable feeling revealed in that state to the other man but at least they were together in this. Worse, though, was to come.

"Well I never, what has brought that on." She paused, "I wonder who is the biggest? What do you think, Keith?"

Keith didn't like to say, neither did. Each, though, glanced at the other, a matter of pride to confirm that he was indeed the longest. It was not though clear.

"Come on stand facing so I can judge."

This was worse, having another man's erect cock inches from your own and being judged against it. Gary's pointing straight up against his stomach as it did but Keith's leaning out from his body and thereby pointing towards Gary's.

"Mmm, difficult, they appear about the same length," said Judith, "nice though, and both very long—but which is the longest? I must know. You're both about the same height, body height I mean, so we start from the same point but Keith's cock does bend, doesn't it—not a criticism but it is a bit like a banana, and I like bananas, and I like your cock Keith, I really don't mean to be disparaging, its just it has a bend in it. If it was straightened it might just have the edge and be the longest -- the winner if you like. Come on, close togeth­er." Her hands reached out one to each bottom and for emphasis she pushed the boys towards each other, showing she wanted them to touch, push their penises together.

Horror- she wanted them to touch!

There the young men were, standing in her big bath, face to face, their stomachs a couple of inches apart and with their cocks now pressed one to the other but with Gary's just rising above Keith's, rising by almost half the smooth dome; and there was naked Judith kneeling in front of them. With one hand she reached out and took the pair between her thumb and fingers and squeezed, forcing the middle of the two shafts together as she squeezed Keith's cock against the straightness of Gary's, the effect being to pull Keith's straight so the two penises were firmly against the other for their whole length. Both were now straight with Keith's bend being 'ironed out.' With her other hand Judith verified the bases of the penises were in the same plane, that neither had an advantage in starting from a higher position, her hand sliding soapily between their legs along the lower engorged foundations of their stand­ing cocks. Satisfied with that, her hand moved on and took hold of the dan­gling ball sacks to feel four testes all in one hand like four soft little eggs. Her fingers closed on them; she had them, both their vulnerability and indeed the young men themselves right in the palm of her hand!

Judith looked carefully, judging penis head against penis head. "Well, well, would you believe it? They're exactly the same length and I mean that. You share joint honours." Judith's hand loosened a little allowing her to move upwards, her fingers and thumb sliding up the two shafts, but not released enough not to carry the loose skin of the foreskins with her so they rolled up and over the two glans, their wrinkled skin rolling together to cover the sensi­tive heads. She paused and then down went her hand again revealing the smooth heads pressed softly against each other, Judith liked what she was see­ing—two little eyes looking up at her from the centre of the two cock heads. She glanced upwards at the boys who were both staring at her moving hand, clearly aghast at what she was doing, masturbating them together, holding them as one so they could feel the warmth of the other, feel with their so sensi­tive skin the press of the others cock head, treating them as if they had a single cock. A thin smile came to her face. Well, if they didn't like it now, how much worse would that be when she made those little eyes cry — no, not cry, nor just weep a little in embarrassment but really pour!

"Judith, can we stand apart now?" It was Gary voicing their mutual dis­tress.

"No, I like this. A girl's dream, you have such big lovely cocks and I've got them both in my hand. Don't you like my stroking?"

"I don't like touching Keith."

"Well, I like this so you will have to put up with it and I can see you like it really, look you're leaking a little."

And Gary was doing just that, a little clear fluid had appeared, had seeped to form a globule right at the end of his cock—his eye had indeed start­ed to weep. Judith took her other hand from their balls and with her forefinger touched the pre-ejaculate and spread it in a steadily widening spiral move­ment first across Gary's penis head and then, as her finger circled wider, on to Keith's.

"See Keith, how Gary is providing lubrication for you both—are you slid­ing easier now?"

Judith speeded her hand movement, rolling the foreskins faster. The young men were looking more and more perturbed. It was Keith now who spoke.

"Judith please, don't do that so fast. You'll make me come."

That, though, was Judith's intention.

"That would be nice," she said in reply and she moved her free hand back to the balls holding them all together so the boys were held shaft to shaft in one hand and firmly by the testes in the other. There was no escape. Bending forward a little so her forehead was touching their stomachs there was room for her to extend her tongue and touch the very ends of their penises, just light­ly with a little lapping motion tasting the saltiness of their now jointly leaking pre-ejaculate. It was tempting to suck but there was no way she could take both in her mouth at once and she did not want to separate them. She leant back and watched her moving hand,

"Judith please don't," it was Keith again but before she could answer his voice rose with a cry of, "No, oh no!"

She glanced up at them both, each staring down at their penises with a look of shock.

Judith's hand on their balls sacks gripped tighter, allowing no freedom, no possibility of escape. She could feel contractions, the process of ejaculation had begun for Keith and there was nothing that now could be done to stop it. The rising of the semen and its expulsion was inevitable—the eye would open!

Her hand on the penises gripped tighter and moved faster and as she stared it happened, a shot of white from Keith's penis and then another spurt rising into the air between the two boys, propelled upwards only to react to the pull of gravity and fall back down again, back down from whence it had come. Keith's cock was spewing its semen but it was also running down the shiny head, creamily translucent, and it was not just running down that cock but both onto and down Gary's cock as well as over Judith's working hand.

It would have been difficult to know which cock had actually come, so cov­ered were they both in the product of Keith's ejaculation, were in not for a con­tinuing slight oozing from the centre of Keith's dome, bubbling up through the coating of goo.

Judith's hand still slid up and down, sliding easily on the spilling semen; it was even making a sound now, a slight squelching sound. She looked up at the boys' faces. Keith's eyes were closed caught in his orgasm but Gary was staring open mouthed at what was happening, clearly shocked, and then he too winced. Judith's tongue licked across her lips. It was now Gary's turn to come.

"Come on Gary, let fly."

And he did. Alongside Keith's still weeping eye the other eye opened and let forth a flood of tears, rising up into the air, higher even than Keith's, before they too fell back to further cover the penises and Judith's pumping hand. It was, thought Judith, like lava flowing as Gary's semen ran down the two domes, flowing into and with Keith's own production.

Judith's hand slowed and came to rest holding the two cocks tightly just below the heads and leaving the glans fully exposed; she squeezed hard and even more semen bubbled up from the two urethras. Once again she leant her head forward and licked, tasting, indeed drinking in, the cocktail of semen.

"Well," she said drawing her head back, "that was dramatic. I simply loved seeing that. Thank you. I expect you enjoyed that but what a mess you boys make. Look it's all over my hand." And she held it up for them to see.

Unsupported the two softening cocks fell away from each other; but they stayed hanging very close to each other as she still had her other hand around their balls and was still rolling their now particularly tender testes together. They drooped, facing away from each other, each with its own hanging thread of semen slowly lengthening towards the warm bath water below. "All over your cocks, what's more, and it's even dripped down to your balls, I can feel them slimy in my hand. You really are quite messy boys. Let me wash you."

She picked up the soap, allowed the two young men to separate and then began soaping their genitalia, handling rather roughly their now tender and sensitive penises and balls, washing the semen from them.

Picking up a towel she began to dry them as if they were two little boys that she was giving a bath to, a no nonsense drying. "Out you get," she said as she dried herself.

"Can we get dressed now?" said Keith, Gary nodded in agreement—they were not comfortable in each other's naked presence; what had just happened had not at all helped!

Judith did not really want that, it was so very pleasant having two naked young men around her. An idea came, an idea that amused her. "Wait," she said and she was quick, hardly had she left the bathroom than she was back with what looked like a pair of socks in her hands and, indeed, that is just what they were, green cotton short socks with pink hearts on them.

"This will cover you up," she said, "just the thing for you two; cover up your maleness which seems to so upset you, "go on put them on." She was amused at their discomfort.

Keith went to put the sock on his foot.

No, silly, like this." And Judith opened the end of the sock and slipped it over his penis, right over it and tucked his balls into it so the open end was right up against him, the elastic narrowing the open end behind his scrotum holding it in place. Keith was as naked as before except for his 'wedding tack­le' hidden inside a green sock complete with pink hearts. Bottom naked, pubic hair all as visible as before, just his penis tucked inside the sock which hung down between his thighs, the toe end swinging as he moved.

"Modesty is a funny thing," said Judith, "do you think that would do for the beach? I mean a thong does not hide buttocks at all. Is there something which makes buttocks acceptable when there is a string hidden in the bottom cleft? Of course there is the pubic hair all around your sock but if you were completely shaved, Keith, would that be OK do you think? I mean bikinis on girls on the beach hide even less sometimes and waxing seems to make that ac­ceptable." Whilst she talked her hands were pulling the other sock onto Gary. "There, are you both happy now? What do you think I would need to be decent on the beach then? Is it just my nipples that need to be covered, a couple of stick on circles would that do? What colour would suit me do you think? And down below what actually needs to be covered? All this bushy hair I know would have to be hidden, it is the pubic hair which offends isn't it, but if I shaved — you boys would know about shaving but would I trust you with that? I suspect you would be far too keen with the idea of applying your after shave balm and would hurry too much to do a good job! If I shaved, is it just my slit that needs covering? Or do I need to cover up what is down below? But you don't see that unless I sit immodestly, after all, if I wear a short skirt there is no need for knickers if you are careful."

The young men seemed still too conscious of each other to make a proper reply to Judith's stream of thought about the illogicality of modesty. She shrugged and wrapped a towel around her waist and, bare breasted, said she would make some tea. The men seemed to recover their composure as they sat around the table with cups and teapot. Conversation started and the air of un­ease quickly cleared and there was no move to leave when Judith began cook­ing supper for them, indeed it became obvious that the boys were not merely following her movements with their eyes because they were talking to her but the movement of her large breasts was, once again, of great interest. She specu­lated whether the effect on the men would be obvious, all she needed to do was send them on errands for plates and things and all would become clear. Their reluctance to get up almost certainly confirmed Judith's suspicion and, of course, there were only so many excuses and reasons for delay they could give before she had them up and moving. Her suspicions were confirmed for the green cotton socks with pink hearts were no longer hanging half empty but were filled and standing. Young men recovered their stamina quickly.

"See," said Judith—they were trying not to see at all—"modesty main­tained—well sort of. But how easy for me to pluck should I want to display. What fun these would be on the beach! All the men walking around with just these willy warmers on. Better if they were shaped to fit. Certainly draws the eye."

Judith enjoyed having the two boys moving around her flat with their rather obvious erections—decorative she thought! There was, of course, a sub­sidence over supper but afterwards it did not take much to encourage the pink socks to rise again—indeed little more than an accidental slip of her towel.




Judith: The Power of Desire Ch. 06



"Such firm young men," she said holding them through the pink cotton, "I think it's time to try these out, check how good they are for satisfying Chloe and Loo, see how good you boys are at sexual intercourse. Are you generous lovers?. Now who is to be first, I think you Gary." Her fingers plucked and Gary's long vertical penis was revealed.

"To bed, Gary, and I expect you to do your best. Keith, dear, you just stand and watch but no touching yourself. I am holding you in reserve in case Gary comes too soon. You are to keep yourself ready of course!" She led the unresist­ing Gary to her bedroom by his penis.

This was what she had been wanting, young men she could control, do her bidding, use for her sexual pleasure and now she had two of them, hard as any­thing in her bedroom both ready and willing. From the time she had seen Gary's erect cock in the shower she had wanted it inside her and now it was going to happen. She had played with their cocks, enjoyed having control over them, enjoyed deciding when and where they were going to ejaculate but now she wanted them to play with her and make her come—use their cocks for her pleasure. She dropped her towel and lay back on the bed, opening her thighs to Gary. She wasn't after foreplay but fucking.

It wasn't a hint but he certainly took it, the power of the pills ensuring there was no holding back though, in any case, he was only doing what came naturally. He was by her on the bed in a moment, mouth glued to one of her nipples sucking hard, drawing more than just the nipple into his mouth. The sudden sensation made Judith gasp, but before she could react, Gary was on top of her, the hard weight of a man's body pushing her down into the bed. Her legs went up, closing themselves around his back, bringing up her sex so that when he moved up her body, away from her breasts, his penis slid on the wetness. With a hand Judith took hold of him, the feel reminding her that he was a really big boy, and, as he raised his bottom, she pulled his penis away from his body so it made almost a right angle with his body, lining it up so that as his bottom descended it slipped smoothly into her in a single move­ment. Gary began the traditional movement, Judith's crossed legs holding him tight to her. The action was fast and furious; a hard pumping with a swift con­clusion on Gary's part—too fast for Judith though undeniably most agreeable. He paused and then withdrew, looking a little unsure he had done the right thing but whether this was because he was suddenly thinking of his girlfriend or whether it was because Judith might not be pleased was not clear.

Judith would not have expected herself to find the sight of a spent penis erotic but Gary's now shrunk cock looked so sweet just hanging there, wrin­kled and wet both from her own secretions and the ejaculation. So different from its earlier proud state, it was now unable to perform, it was flaccid and without power. Somehow looking like its pre-erect state but having a shriv­elled and pathetic look in its post-erect limpness. Judith reached out and took it in hand, played with it, stroking its slipperiness, squeezing it to get just a lit­tle more semen from its urethra, massaging its balls in their slack wrinkled skin, knowing it was sensitive in its post-erect state but not pleasurably sensi­tive, more a discomfort to Gary. Judith moved the foreskin backwards and for­wards but of course to no effect. Poor little thing! Gary was spent; but behind her she knew was Keith still powerfully erect and awaiting her instruction. She was revelling in the power she had over them.

"Fuck me again, Gary," she said.

"I can't," he stuttered

"Fuck me," she ordered getting up on the bed and presenting her bottom to him.

Gary had no choice but to comply, the pills had seen to that, and Judith rested herself on her arms taking pleasure in the tickling sensations as Gary bravely tried to stuff the two inches of his soft cock into her, fingering all around her lips and vagina, even touching her clitoris as he tried to get his penis in and get it to stay there. Eventually it was lodged, held tightly in by his hand coming around her front and pushing up against her sex. His hips pushed at her and she was sort of fucked.

Judith looked up at Keith standing erect by the bed, ordered not to touch himself but having to watch the whole fuck with Gary. She smiled at him; it was his turn. She reached out and plucked the sock from his cock. It looked so delicious standing there that she just had to suck it.

"Soft and gentle, Keith, is how I want it and you are not to come before I do. So I shall say when you can come." She fondled him, holding his balls in her hand. "Gary, you can wait and watch how it is done." Again she knelt on the bed and went on all fours; Keith could stand whilst he serviced her, there was no need for him to be lying down; she reversed herself to him feeling his penis against her bottom and she reached between her legs to grasp and guide. It afforded her an upside down view of her mons and Keith's approaching penis and dangling scrotum. Having already been serviced once Keith was not going to find entry into a difficulty and she slid easily along his penis enjoying once again the feeling of being filled.

She watched both her breasts and Keith's balls beginning to swing as he got into his rhythm pushing alternately against her bottom and then pulling away in the motion of intercourse. She reflected that was a little disappointed in Gary having come so soon. Not only had she hoped for long, slow inter­course but she had not really expected to have to use her 'reserve' man to achieve a climax. There was now a risk of Keith also coming too quickly and leaving her unsatisfied. That would not do. Her fingers went to her little bump just for'ard of Keith's working penis and stroked. Perhaps, she thought, she should have Gary under her with his tongue flicking away at her clit, perhaps drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it. She imagined him beavering away and how appalled he would be to have Keith's penis sliding wetly so close to his face, even touching him. Indeed, if he was not careful he could easily find himself licking that rather than her! The thought pleased and excited her, her fingers moved faster—she was close to coming. Her mind concentrated on Keith, on his cock, on his hands holding her, on his thighs as they pushed against her, on her young man steadily and gently fucking her. Her eyes turned to Gary standing by the bed. What a figure of a man! Even if he hadn't pleased her quite as well as he might this time there was no denying he had a fine strong, hairy body and thee was that penis to play with again another time. The feeling was building now, for a few seconds more she stared at Gary and then she squeezed her eyes tight shut as the waves of her orgasm came. All the time Keith kept up his steady movement doing her bidding as her plea­sure shuddered through her.

For a moment she was tempted to pull away from Keith, leave him unful­filled or, instead, let him finish himself manually whilst Gary watched but she relented. He had been a good boy waiting by the bed.

"You may come now, Keith," she said.

Judith lay in her bed having sent the boys back to their flats, the afterglow of very pleasing intercourse upon her. She had been tempted to have them stay the night, wake her to their two morning erections, use them to her pleasure be­fore catching the train to work but perhaps even the effect of the pills would not stretch that far when they awoke to such surprise. Best, therefore, not to risk that, the two of them with her in one bed in the morning ...as yet.



Judith: The Power of Desire Ch. 07



Part 7 — Together again

"Who is it then? Go on, who is he?" 

Judith was sitting drinking Cappuccino with her very best friend, the friend she had known since 'forever;' the one she had been with on countless holidays; mostly, as it happened, when her friend was between marriages. It did not actually look like they would be going to Turkey, after all, in the sum­mer, not with husband number four seemingly well on the way to becoming re­ality. Indeed Judith was typing the date into her Blackberry when her friend asked her the question.

"What he?" said Judith looking up.

"You've got a man; I can see it as clear as if it was written in red ink on your forehead. Who is he, where did you meet, when did you start going out, what's he like?"

How was she going to get out of this one? Certainly she could deny there was a man, that was pretty well true because there were actually two though they were not 'going out'; the young men, and certainly they were young—she did not want to admit they were in their twenties—were merely borrowed.

"I'm not going out with anyone."

"You are, or...not a one night fling at your age?"

"Forty nine's not old."

"No, it's not but I was talking about you!"

Judith wasn't saying more and eventually her friend gave up but Judith was interested that the fun she was having with 'her boys' was having a notice­able effect on her. Certainly she felt more relaxed and happier these last few weeks however odd the relationship was. No ties, but there again a risk of dis­covery — perhaps? 

Pleased as she was with her present arrangements, it was really annoying to find that both Gary and Keith were going to have their girlfriends, Lou and Chloe, around for the whole of the next weekend. Judith wasn't minded to inter­fere with those relationships but she was not pleased, not pleased at all; she had plans of her own and that did not involve the girlfriends, certainly not hav­ing them using up the boys' stiffness. Judith had, as a result, to compromise in her plans, to arrange to 'borrow' her young men after the girls had gone to sleep; that meant of course Judith waiting up until quite late. She really was not pleased.

They came at the time she had set, hesitant, slow, rather like naughty schoolboys aware of their misdeeds. Pyjamas discarded in her doorway, dropped to the floor, because she wanted them defenceless. Still wet from inter­course, she could smell their girlfriends on them, they stood looking sheepish. Wasted ejaculations—they needed to be punished. 

Gary and Keith stood by her bed. "What do you call these?" She said pick­ing up their two limp penises just by their foreskins, between forefingers and thumbs, and waggling them accusingly. They were wet in her hands. "Ugh, they're all damp, and so are these." Her hands had moved to their balls, she squeezed them so hard it hurt. She sniffed each penis in turn. "That'll be Chloe's scent and that Lou's. You dirty little boys, you've been fucking haven't you and with me waiting here all the time. Have I got them the right way around, you haven't been swapping women have you?" She was squeezing and stroking them now, moving their foreskins wetly on the blend of girl and boy juice. It was having no effect. "Perhaps I should send you back to the wrong beds, that'd be a surprise in the morning particularly if the fucking has already started! Or should I keep you for the night, fuck you both in the morn­ing and send your useless little pricks back to your girlfriends, as wet and limp as they are now? No good for those girls, no early morning ride for them. Use­less little cocks in their beds, just like these are now." She slapped them and then pulled both penises together and held them both squeezed between her thumb and forefinger. "There you are Gary, you've got Chloe's wetness on you now and, Keith, you have Lou's. Have you fantasised about fucking Chloe, Gary; have you wanted Lou to suck you, Keith, before you take her from be­hind? Well?"

She wanted answers and the power of the pills did not allow them to dis­semble. Their positive admissions were not surprising but embarrassing to re­veal the one to the other. The girls were pretty, the fantasies not surprising.

Judith continued to manipulate. "Well perhaps you might be lucky in your fantasies. Imagine that Keith, Gary calls you over and there is Lou, all asleep on his bed, her nightie just covering her thighs and he helps you fuck her whilst she sleeps so she never knows; never knows there has been a cuckoo in her nest, just finds herself all full of man goo the next morning and thinks Gary has been very productive and we know he can be don't we? And what about you, Gary, how do you get to fuck Chloe; get to have your way with her. I don't know; perhaps she and Keith play tying up games and he has sneaked you into his flat and once he has her all tied to the bed and blindfolded, spread-eagled on the bed with her bottom in the air he secretly calls you in. 

Imagine that, Gary, Chloe's big round bottom high in the air all exposed for you to see. A quiet giggle for you both and then you take it in turns to lick her, tease her sex, whilst all the time pretending to be just Keith. What do you push into her before you get your cocks out? And what do you do then with your clothes all off—do you take it in turns to fuck her in the arse. Lots of playing with lube first, imagine that, each of you with one finger up her bottom at the same time! Dirty and smelly I should think but what a laugh between mates and nothing she can do about it as she's all tied up. Would you like that—would she like that? No? Well perhaps you just fuck her properly. I would. Take it in turns, but pretending to be the same man. You're both big boys—nor­mally." There was another slap, one to Gary's balls, another to Keith's. "But not now when you are needed. Of course there's the problem of the coming; can't let Chloe feel two ejaculations, you'll have to pretend it's just the one. Gary pulling out still coming and Keith pushing in to come straightaway. Diffi­cult but the sort of challenge and problem you men like."

Her hands didn't stop but there was still no effect. This was not good. Ju­dith wanted stiffness, the feel of large penises inside her. The boys would have to be punished. She should have ordered them only to satisfy their girlfriends that evening and not to come. Probably not an easy command to obey! 

"Right. I've had enough of this disobedience. I want erections and I want them now! Quickly, before I get really cross."

"I can't Judith," moaned Keith.

"Nor me," said Gary.

"Well what do you expect me to do? Suck them all wet from Lou and Chloe, entice them upwards? I think not! I know, yes, I know what we can do—you can suck each other until you're hard. That'll be a new experience for you both; it'll do you good to know what a jaw aching job that can be with big cocks like yours."

The boys looked horrified. "No, Judith, please." 

"Hmmm, bend over then, touch your toes. No, no legs apart, well apart. I want to see your balls, see them hanging there all vulnerable. Now where is that wooden twelve inch ruler? I wouldn't want to hurt my hand."

Judith smiled. There they were, her two boys, bent well over, legs wide apart and with bottoms ready for a spanking; between their legs dangled their packages of penis and balls, not close to their bodies but really hanging free on a thick stalk of skin. Judith was surprised, she hadn't realised quite how far they would hang from their bodies. She touched each package carefully with her ruler and made them swing. She was amused.

The smack of the ruler on Gary's bottom made a satisfying sound, he flinched and Judith did it again on the other cheek. She poked his equipment with the ruler's end. There was no reaction apart from it swaying again.

"Gary, I want an erection from you now. I shall spank you twice more and if you don't start growing then I shall have to use the ruler on your testicles. You won't like that. But first Keith..."

The ruler descended, once, twice on Keith's bare buttocks; the thin ruler made of boxwood made a really hard little sound—Judith liked it.

Again there was no reaction, no expansion of Keith's penis and, as she had done with Gary's, she poked at it with the end of the ruler, it moved and swung. With the ruler she could push their equipment this way and that; she loved the control she had; able to lift one testicle up on the end of the ruler and then the other—perhaps that hurt? But none of this had any effect on their limp penises. With her spare hand she drew their foreskins back exposing their glans—sliding back their protection—there was still moisture at the ends denoting a recent discharge. Judith's mouth tightened and the ruler flicked out first at Gary's naked vulnerable glans and then Keith's. They winced. Once more she poked with the ruler making the genitalia swing; it reminded her of rams or bulls in a field. 

Judith renewed her attention to their bottoms with more stinging ruler work, the flexible wood giving a much better result than her bare hand would have achieved in terms of chastisement. Still no result—tiresome. The ruler flicked out right onto one of Gary's balls—he more than winced. Judith repeat­ed the movement on Keith. She really was hurting them. It made her smile. It served them right.

"Please Judith, I can't get it up. I'm sorry." 

Judith was prepared to be placated, willing to accept his contrition and apology. She changed her tack and took a large dollop of cold cream into each hand and began to massage their now rather tender packages. She liked the feel, having them all soft and squidgy, one in each of her hands, just hanging from their bodies; her fingers moved, squeezing and running penises and scro­tums between her creamy fingers; if she pulled at a penis, as if she was trying to make it longer, she found it difficult to keep hold as it just slipped through her fingers.

At last she felt a reaction—Gary was growing. Judith's fingers worked his foreskin—she wanted an erection.

"Look Keith, look what Gary is growing for me. Can't you do it? Shall I punish you again?" Her hand closed tightly around his scrotum squashing the smooth egg shaped testes.

There was a delay and then a groan and look of pain on Keith's face.

"Please Judith don't, I'm sorry I can't...."

She had what she wanted now—a nice strong erection in one hand.

"You stand and wait then, Keith, but I want to see you hard—soon."

Judith's hand continued to stroke Gary, it was good to feel the firmness of an erection in her hand. "Are you ready to fuck me now Gary? And I expect you to do it well." She let her nightdress slip from her shoulders revealing her full womanly body, not as tight or slim as their girlfriends but, Judith was pleased to note in the mirror, certainly curvaceous and good for her age with not too much sag to her large breasts. Pulling back the duvet from the bed Ju­dith lay down and patted the mattress beside her for Gary to lie down too.

"Just like you did with Lou earlier."

Gary's lips touched hers and she felt his tongue pushing, seeking en­trance. She was happy to accept the invader and roll her own tongue around it. Their tongues moved together, first within Judith's then within Gary's mouth—a shared intimacy, an entering of each other's body. At the same time his hands were touching her, pulling her towards him, holding her around her back so her breasts were pressed against his chest, his hairy body tickling her nipples; she could feel his penis hard, and a little cool from the cream, against her tummy; her own hands went around him holding his bottom and pulling his penis hard against her. This was more like it, what she needed.

Still kissing she felt Gary's hands moving, moving to touch her breasts, fingertips stroking, sliding up the mounds to lightly play on her areolae, teas­ing before they finally touched and then pulled at her nipples causing Judith's tongue to squirm even more and for her to feel a sudden further rush of wet­ness as her body prepared for intercourse. She moved her thighs a little apart.

Gary broke the kiss and rolled to sit across her, straddling her tummy so he could touch her breasts with his penis, pull it down so its head touched her nipples. Judith smiled, this must have been what he did with Lou earlier. It was good to look up at his strong, hairy body towering over her.. 

As he rubbed his cream coated penis across her nipples making them slip­pery as well, Judith looked for Keith. He was standing by the bed as instructed and, Judith was pleased to see, now erect; indeed he was stroking himself. Her hands went to Gary's chest, first stroking the curly hair—so very different from a woman's chest—and then touching his tiny little hard nipples. She could only just get them between her fingertips to squeeze; they were smaller than little peas, funny little pointless things. Her attention returned to Gary's penis on her nipples, its big head, shiny from the cream, sliding back and forth across them—a super feeling; its eye pointed right at her face. She felt a strong desire to suck, even with the taste of the cream... and Lou, get Keith to fuck her whilst she sucked Gary, wouldn't it be erotic to come as Keith spurted into her down below and Gary into her mouth?

Gary, though, had other plans; he moved back down the bed to lie on top of her again, skin on skin, kissing her, playing with her breasts and with his penis very much nested in her pubic hair. Her thighs opened instinctively, a woman ready to be inseminated; the body of the penis slipped into the divide of her mons and she could feel his balls hanging between her thighs; she en­joyed the knowledge of it all hanging and pointing there ready to penetrate her; Judith pulled Gary close to her and spread her thighs opening herself fully to him; he slipped a little down her body and she could feel his penis in her wet­ness—a hardness probing. But there was never going to be any difficulty find­ing the way in, they were not inexperienced and the ample lubrication led both to an easy slide, taking the rounded bulb of Gary's penis head to her entrance; Judith could feel the slight stretching and then it was gliding in; the delicious sensory experience of being opened and entered; the feeling of the penis rising up inside her, filling her, penetrating deep into her body; Judith's tongue thrust into Gary's mouth as he pushed into her—a mutual penetration.

Fully extended into her Gary began to move, bottom rising and falling as he began to work her, Judith for her part wrapping her legs around him pulling him closer in, revelling in the feeling it was giving her, enjoying the length of stroke Gary's long penis afforded, holding his back with her hands, hugging him to her and stroking his hairy back. After a couple of minutes she whis­pered in his ear to give Keith a turn.

Obediently Gary rose from the bed, his wet hard cock slapping back against his stomach and Judith beckoned to Keith, "Your turn," she said, "swap at will, boys, when you feel you are near coming, and just keep fucking me."

And they did just that, taking it in turns to lie on or, as she chose, under Ju­dith; all the time keeping up the steady stroking exercise within her she re­quired. Half an hour or more they kept at it confirming to Judith her view that she needed not one man but two to keep her satisfied and ensure her orgasm or, in this case, her successive orgasms as no sooner had she come the first time than there was a swap and a different penis penetrated her and began again the delicious wet sliding movement. Two orgasms in one session—she had never achieved that before—but after coming a second time she doubted a third was possible. "Stop," she said, "stop. That's enough."

Her boys stood, wet and hard beside her bed. What should she do with them now they had done their duty? Send them back to their girlfriends all fired up, to perhaps wake and carry on—no, she didn't think so; their bodies contained her ejaculations and it was for her to dispense as she pleased. She was not minded to have penises placed inside her once more, she had finished with that for the night, nor was she interested in sucking. Judith decided on watching—she did so like to see her men spurt.

Sprawled on the bed; dishevelled, rather glowing and with thighs wide open, satiated Judith commanded the boys to masturbate, to exude their seed onto her—but to achieve the object at the same time. She wanted to see them coming together. 

"You do so like being naked with me," she said, "and you find me so sexy. This time you want to do that by showering me with your cum but I want you to do it together, make it a big show."

She felt so wanton and so in control as she lay there naked, watching as Gary and Keith stood over her with their hands working their penises. She was amused to hear them talking, co-ordinating their orgasm. Two boys wanking together.

Gary's hand paused, "I'm ready Keith, what about you?"

"Nearly, yes on the edge. You?"

"Wait," a few slidings of the foreskin, "Yes, almost."

So that, thought, Judith is what two cocks look liked primed and ready to shoot. Balls drawn up tight and the shiny domes looking fit to burst. "Boys, hold yourselves there. Hold yourselves on the edge of coming." She wanted to take this in, appreciate the sight.

There was just the occasional movement from the boys as they obeyed her command, keeping themselves on the brink of orgasm. Judith wondered if she told them to put their hands behind their backs and did something particular­ly erotic, perhaps look as if she was about to suck them, then whether, without any actual contact, they would come of their own accord, their little eyes open­ing and spontaneously spurting semen. Or would it need her to make just the tiniest scratch with her little finger nails underneath the swollen heads to start the reaction, make the emission no longer a choice but an inevitable result?

"On my command of three you are to come," Judith spoke slowly savour­ing her control, "one... two... three."

They were almost on time with her spoken 'three,' the spurting almost starting simultaneously but nonetheless the ejaculations were together. Judith was delighted. 

The semen came; pattering like rain on her swollen, much exercised sex. She watched the penises with delight, the strong spurting, the repeated para­bolic flight of the ejaculate and the gentle final dripping as the orgasms sub­sided. As before Judith was pleasantly surprised at how hot the liquid was when it landed on her bare skin.

The boys' hands dropped from their cocks and Judith watched closely as the erections began to subside, the steady progression degree by degree, from the nearly vertical in the case of Keith and the full 180 degrees in the case of Gary, to pointing at the floor. The ebbing away of their manliness.

"You did well." she said.

Gary and Keith left with instructions they were to come to her again in the early hours of the next day with their morning erections before the girlfriends were awake. It amused her the idea of taking their erections away, stealing them away from the girlfriends, denying the girlfriends sex as they had almost done for her with those wasted ejaculations that very night. There would be no hardness, no semen for Lou and Chloe next morning!

Judith lay back in her bed, warm, messy and satiated, and thought about what she might choose to do next with the boys. Should she, after all, try to control the girlfriends with her pills, perhaps force the boys to mount the wrong one—a resulting embarrassed confusion? Would she enjoy controlling the mounting? Perhaps she should arrange a naked evening for the five of them; the girls and herself ensuring the boys stayed erect all evening—proud stallions not permitted to come until late when finally they would be permitted to release their pent up semen into her alone, whilst leaving the girlfriends empty and unsatisfied. Or perhaps tying the girls hands behind their backs, or­dering them into a sexual frenzy but not permitting them to touch the men (who would very much be touching her), until, in their frustration, they turned to each other, lapping each other to successive orgasms; the boys watched in disbelief and pleasure at their show whilst, of course, fucking her. Would she like to watch the girls at it, would she like the girls to come on with her whilst the boys watched? She was not that way inclined, she knew, but would it not be different, interesting, an experiment, and with the boys watching and ready to partake in her orgasmic conclusion would it really not be homosexual at all? The possibilities were considerable and exciting.




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And perhaps she could control other men. What would she do with four? Certainly it would be a very messy evening! With a smile she settled down in her bed for sleep.

The boys, as instructed, came to see her again early in the morning; the doorbell woke her and with their pyjamas discarded at her door she brought them, holding one penis in each of her hands, naked into her bedroom. She was not, though, minded to play with them. She sent them to make her tea and when they returned sat on the edge of her bed drinking her morning tea with the two young men standing in front of her and commanded them to mastur­bate. "I want to see how quickly you can come," she said. Putting down her cup, Judith cupped her hands, one to each penis and waited. The boys' hands flew working the foreskins really fast and it was not long before they were spilling into her palms, leaving pools of white semen.

"Good," she said, "good to get that out. That will stop you annoying those girls this morning. Off you go now." She watched them go, watched them turn from her with their not yet soft erections and watched their retreating bot­toms. She looked at the two deposits in her hands all white and swirly creamy. She touched one and then the other with her tongue, tasting. Not much differ­ence as far as she could tell. Perhaps next time she had them round to fuck she really would try sucking one of their cocks, she appreciated that would be rather like a pornographic film, whilst the other fucked her and getting both of them to come, one filling her mouth, just at the point she came. She thought she'd like that.



Judith: The Power of Desire Ch. 08



Part 8 The Dampness of Sex

A long hard day at work.

Judith leant back in her seat on the train and closed her eyes. A difficult but successful day and her boss had seemed pleased, really pleased—which was nice. Nothing she thought was more motivational than praise. Money was useful, yes very useful, but knowing you were doing well, were doing useful things, knowing you were doing right was the thing really. 'Self actualisation' as Maslow called it. She could buy that management concept. Money though gave you food, a roof over your head and, yes, safety but there were other re­wards than just money and, of course, being happy in your circumstance was important. You did not just need food and a roof but contentment in relation­ships. Having all three— good food, a good roof and good relationships — pro­vided more, of course. 

Judith thought back over the last few weeks and how she was happier now than she had been before; not only was she enjoying good food, good clothes, a good flat but good sex. She was really enjoying those two young men and what was the harm in that, she hadn't damaged their relationships with their girlfriends one iota. She had been careful in that—she had just 'borrowed' Gary and Keith. It kept her free of ties, no emotional involvement to speak of, and that had left her free to concentrate on work and her recent success, both recognised by her and by her boss, was the result. Of course it might lead to more reward, yes money, new responsibility, promotion even.

The Blackberry buzzed but Judith let it be. She wondered if one of the boys was free tonight, she was tired but a little relaxation of such a pleasing physi­cal sort would be just right. She hoped those two girlfriends were not interfer­ing with them. It would be awful to find them both out, staying around Lou and Chloe's flats. Surely at least one of them would be in? She picked up the Blackberry and called Keith,

"Have you anything on tonight," she asked.

"No, nothing," he'd replied, "just catching up on some work."

"Well put a sock on it," she'd replied, "and come around for a drink at nine." A coded phrase but one which would mean exactly what it said!

What was more Gary was 'in' as well, she was in luck, they would both be around at nine. Both her boys coming round to please.

They were, at her front door right on the dot of nine. Judith loved the effect of the pills upon them, the way they simply had to do what she said. Not only were they prompt but each as naked as the day he was born apart from, of course, each wearing a pink sock modestly enclosing his generative organ. Ju­dith was momentarily taken aback; she hadn't meant them to be at the door quite like that but to strip once they were inside. What if they had been seen? No wonder they had looked so worried and had rung the bell so urgently. She hadn't intended them to take her quite so literally and would have to be more careful in future; it was one thing risking their own embarrassment but quite another if they had been seen at her door. Safely inside her flat, though, they looked just wonderful. Young strong men with just an intriguing little pink (with green hearts) cotton pouch (or sock!) covering their manhood and there she was still dressed in her business suit. It was just so lovely to welcome them both with a kiss each on the cheek and then to pat their tight naked bot­toms as she ushered them into her lounge, to be free to roam over their bodies as and when she wished.

It was a pleasant time sitting there in her lounge chatting away about this and that, about how the day had been, difficulties shared, amusing reminis­cences exchanged and all the while Judith had poured the lager. The result of her generosity was rather inevitable, first Keith then Gary said they needed to pay a visit; Judith though said "no hurry" and "not yet" whilst she refilled their glasses; she was playing games again At first Keith and Gary were not much perturbed but as time passed they became more anxious and their re­quests repeated. Finally Judith pretended to notice the very obvious signs of distress and the bulging socks displaying in a very visual way their need 'to go.'

"I've always wondered," she said, "what it is like having a wee when you are a boy. Having that hose must make it so different. I've always wanted to try; rather like the little girl in that joke, you know, the one when the mother of the girl says to her next door neighbour that she doesn't want the neighbour's son coming around to her garden to play with her daughter anymore. The boy's father asks, "Why not?" and the mother says, "Come here and I'll show you." In her garden the girl's name is written in wee in the snow. The boy's fa­ther said, "Oh, come on, that's just boy stuff." The mother, though, says, "You think I don't know my own daughter's handwriting?"

The boys really were not interested in jokes, they were in pain.

"Come on then, may I try please, may I hold?" Judith asked.

It was not as if they could refuse: their need desperate, the pills preventing their objection.

"Well, this is not going to work is it?" said Judith feigning bemusement. She had plucked Keith's sock and had his erection in hand. "It is pointing quite the wrong way. Even I know it needs to be pointed at the bowl!" Idly she stroked as she pretended to think about the problem. "I suppose you are no better?" Gary was plucked. "What do we do? Wait for you to both get soft?"

Her hands were fondling, there was no way the erections were going to subside. "What are we going to do with you two poor boys? I know if I make you come then you'll go all soft and then you can wee. I'd like to fuck and make use of those lovely hard penises of yours. They really do look so fuckable. Semen first, then urine. What marvellous multi-function devices!" Her hands were stroking; she was playing with them, enjoying her teasing whilst they were in pain. They were her playthings—she was in control. 

"Judith please, I want to pee." Gary was pleading

"Let me get my clothes off." Letting the penises go, Judith began to take her clothes off, neatly folding them on the chair, taking her time, teasing the young men.

Naked, she pulled the two men to her feeling the hard warmth of their penises against her skin. "Now where shall we fuck? You know, I could just bend over the settee and you two take me in turns." She made to bend over, her bottom round and inviting.

"Judith, please, no."

"I wouldn't want you in the bedroom in case you started leaking wee all over the bed. Perhaps standing up in the bath would be safest! Quick, I can hardly wait."

Holding them by their penises she led them to the bathroom.

"In you get boys." She got in too. "Now how are we going to do this?"

"Can't I just pee in here please Judith; it won't go on the floor but down the plughole?" Keith was being practical.

Judith smiled; she had been waiting for that suggestion. "Well, all right then but'" her hands closed around the two penises, "I'll control these. Are you ready?"

"But Judith," said Keith, "I'm too close to you and Gary; I might spray ei­ther of you."

"I know, that would make you a bad boy wouldn't it"

"But..."

"No 'buts', both of you start weeing now!"

The command released them, the pent up pressure of their lager filled bladders was unstopped, and between Gary and Keith two fountains shot up in the air to fall splashing down into the bath. Judith giggled whilst Gary and Keith looked on with a mixture of relief that their pain was ended and horror as Judith moved the aim of their penises; instead of the streams of wee falling between them it was now hitting each other in the chest and cascading down their bodies, running over their stomachs, penises and Judith's hands to stream down their legs into the bath. Something they would never have dreamt of doing to each other in a thousand years.

"How funny," said Judith, "is it nice, can I try? Stop weeing."

The command was obeyed; Judith moved and then she instructed the boys to start again directing their flow onto her breasts so the hot streams splashed onto each of her nipples.

"Ooh I like that," exclaimed Judith, "I bet that would feel fantastic on my clitoris. Let's try. Stop again."

She sat on the side of the bath by the wall, legs splayed and with the two men kneeling between them. "Keith, you first, you aim and go!"

Keith aimed well and the hot torrent caught Judith just where she wanted. She leant back against the tiled wall revelling in both the heat and force of the steady onslaught on her little nub; it was not so much a tickling little stream as a stinging hot jet, striking and bouncing off her to pour down into the bath. She could have enjoyed that for a long time but, inevitably, Keith's flow soon faltered and fell away to a weak trickle. It was then Gary's turn and he was still in spate; his hot stream further excited Judith, hitting her just on the right spot. It was all a surprisingly pleasurable experience for her. Should she return the favour?

Motioning for the men to lie down, Judith stood over them with her legs wide apart. She looked down at Gary and Keith lying side by side in her big bath looking up at her; she knew what they were looking at; knew they could see everything but she was in the dominant position. "Ready boys?" And be­fore they could answer she let fly. It was surprisingly easy to aim, just a slight movement of the hips and her broad stream moved. She giggled, little girl like, as her stream first caught Gary's penis right on its head and it twitched at the sudden sensation—it actually jumped. Her hips swivelled and the stream swept across from Gary to Keith and his penis did the same little jump. With just a swing of her hips she moved her torrent from one boy to the other watch­ing it bouncing off their large penises and splashing away over their hips and balls. Of course it could not last and so all three were drained. It was now time for the real sex.

"Shower time," she said. That would mean more hot splashing water cas­cading over them and with the fun of lathering, the feel of slippery shower gel on skin.

It was good in the shower, Judith liked having her two young men paying close attention to her, saving her the chore of washing; doing it for her. Two pairs of big hands roaming, hands slippery on her thighs, hands massaging her large breasts; fingers in intimate places; hard men beside her; handles to hold onto.

Intercourse in the shower was not her idea. She had liked seeing the boys lying in the bath with her standing over them. Her desire now was to be on top; for her to be in charge of which penis was inside her; for Judith to control the pace.

Being dried by two attentive men armed with fluffy towels was bliss; hav­ing them apply the moisturising oil and making sure it was really rubbed in well was so... invigorating. Judith revelled in the attention. She let them dry themselves whilst she watched admiringly—really Keith and Gary did have such fine bodies, so delectable and so erect.

Leading them from bathroom to bedroom, once more by their maintained erections, Judith had them lie down on her bed, side by side, but with room for a thigh between them. She knelt over Gary, thighs splayed, one knee either side of his hips, her sex in position above his, ready for the joining; and, as she leant forward, her breasts hung above them, swinging a little. Gary's eyes fol­lowed their movement as if mesmerised.

Glancing down her body Judith reached with one hand and lifted Gary's penis, pulling it away from his stomach upwards towards her, aiming it; she settled, touching her sex to his, lodging the penis head just inside her. Her hand was released—connection was made—the feeling delightful, more than anticipation but the start of the act.

Despite the activity lower down Gary was still staring at her breasts and so was Keith for that matter.

"Oh, OK then, one each," Judith said and lowered her breasts towards the seeking mouths; Gary taking the left, Keith to her right the other. The unusual delight of having both her breasts suckled at the same time was a fresh plea­sure. The boys were eager, the sucking strong. Judith lowered herself, millime­tre by millimetre, down Gary's long shaft, savouring the feeling of being opened as the smooth, round, tapering head probed deeper. There was no diffi­culty; Judith was flowing like a young girl as she absorbed the long penis.

She began to ride, up and down, as if on the saddle of a horse. A steady rhythmic, bouncing movement, an exercise likely, she thought, to be good for thigh tone and certainly very pleasurable not least the scratchy, tickly feel of curly hair on her clit at the end of each down stroke. What she did not want to feel, though, was the warm pumping of semen—not yet anyway; she did not want Gary coming before her; she wished to conserve her men, maintain them for her prolonged use; Judith had a long way to ride. A few more bounces, a few more delicious slides and she was off Gary and manoeuvring over Keith. There was no need, though, to unplug her nipples; she left the young men at their suckling whilst she lifted Keith's penis in turn and pushed herself onto it and renewed her activity on the fresh penis, an easy slippery sliding—she was impressed by her flow.

Turn and turnabout, Judith moved easily from one erection to the other. She was amused by how the resting penis looked, as hard as anything but coat­ed in her lubrication, standing above or, in Gary's case, tightly against a damp stomach and a nest of very wet curls. The 'dampness of sex,' she thought as her thighs worked the now active penis, driving it in and out of her.

There was no hurry, Judith could bring herself to the brink and slow down to let it slip away before building again, teasing herself knowing the boys were there for her pleasure. She could rest astride them if she wished and play with their nipples; there was nothing much to hold compared to her own breasts though, certainly, they were little hard peas she could squeeze and pull: or she could ride hard, back upright, thighs pushing her up and down whichever slip­pery pole she was on at the moment, her breasts bouncing unless she chose to restrain them or have the boys hands knead them. The thigh work was excel­lent exercise; she would have to develop it as a regime; it would be good for her; better than the gym.

It was pleasing for her to compare the two young men, as she hopped from one to the other, sliding on first one penis and then the other. One boy so hairy, dark hair running in a line from his pubic hair up his stomach to his re­markably hirsute chest; a really manly man, though Judith was not too sure the other boy could be described any differently given his muscular frame and air of manly fitness. The light dusting of fair hair, almost hairless to his chest leaving his nipples in clear view, was not, she thought, particularly male; yet the nest of fine fair curls all around his penis showed he was not devoid of bod­ily hair. She wondered how his beard would grow; perhaps she should encour­age that to see?

She felt her orgasm building again and she was not now minded to delay it, the tingling feeling was growing and she bounced faster driving the penis (it happened to be Keith's) into her harder, perhaps deeper, and then it came, the delicious heat spreading out across her body and the intense electric feeling be­tween her thighs. Judith's head went back but there was no let up in her bounc­ing; not immediately.

Finally she slowed and lay sprawled across Keith's chest, his penis still lodged within her. She rested as he stroked her sweaty body. The exercise had been energetic! Could she repeat the orgasm? A little unsteadily she got back up and began moving, riding Keith's penis again. Once more she swapped, Keith's erection dropping wetly from her and she moving across to pull Gary's hard penis away from his stomach, holding it almost upright so she could slide down. It was hot, wet and so firm in her hand; she squeezed and was sur­prised at how difficult it was to grasp, so slippery in her hand. Settling she began her next ride, starting at a trot she built up to a canter, moving with con­fidence on her mount, demonstrating her control.

The idea of her as a horsewoman came to her. She liked her present ride, but would it amuse instead to have the boys on all fours taking her for a ride around her sitting room, her wet sex planted on their backs, the ridges of their backbones catching her clit and stimulating it as she road bareback and they moved. She could imagine them as proud stallions with their large penises swaying beneath as she rode them around the room—hard penises but sore knees! Perhaps she should have Chloe and Loo as part of her herd. She would enjoy controlling the mounting of those fillies, the boys rearing up and trying to settle on the girls' backs, trying to mount the girls. She could help or frus­trate. Perhaps she could strap the boys up, prevent the joining, leaving them stamping and snorting in their failure with the two mares in heat equally un­fulfilled; or she could coral the girls away from the boys before releasing one of their penises to service her whilst the others watched in frustration.

Gary was the first of her men to come. Despite her care in not over using one, swapping regularly to let their enthusiasm cool, there was a steady build­ing in their excitement and, just before she was about to swap to Keith she ob­served the change in Gary's face, the sudden faraway look of imminent ejacula­tion. She rode the harder and felt the pulsing within and the sudden increase in lubrication as she watched with pleasure the look on Gary's face, the strange grimace of orgasm. Judith did not let up in her riding. Merely because Gary had come and his penis was now tender was no reason for her to stop; she intended to use up its remaining stiffness until it was gone when she was forced to fall back on her other man. Almost immediately, though, she felt the change—a creeping loss of bulk, the sense that all was not as solid as before, an increasing feeling that she would not be able to hold onto the penis and its period of lodgement within her was over. On the rise it fell out and Judith left it, moving smoothly over to straddle Keith, she smiled down at him and took hold of his hard penis and looked at it pointing up between her legs. As she watched a dollop of Gary's cream leaked from her and slipped out to fall direct­ly onto Keith's shiny dome coating it in whiteness -- icing on the plum! Judith let herself down, the dome slowly disappearing into her, returning the semen from whence it had come, pushing it back up into her. She glanced again at Keith, he had not missed the event, must have felt the dribble on his penis.

Judith found the movement even freer than before, the boys, her orgasm and now Gary's ejaculation had relaxed her. She could feel how squishy-squashy she was — 'sloppy-seconds' for Keith, she thought. Again she was far off but a little extra stimulation was needed.

"Your hands please Keith."

With one hand on her breasts and the other stroking her clit Judith came again. Not usual for her twice in one bout but, there again, how often before had she had the opportunity of fucking two young men at once. Well it was ac­tually becoming a little more common; she could become very used to the expe­rience! It was as good, if not better than before. The electric feeling moving out from between her legs, the continuing feeling of Keith's penis within her and the heat inside her body. She shuddered and squealed before falling across Keith just as she had with Gary. It was several minutes before she moved. Within her she could feel Keith as hard as ever; she pulled off and lay on her back regarding the still excited boy.




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She teased him. "Wel,l that was great and I'm so glad you came too Keith because I don't think I can take any more."

"But Judith, I haven't come," he was worried. He was not finished.

"Yes you have, I can see it all over your cock." It was cruel; she was forcing him to say it.

"But that's not mine, it's, it's... it's Gary's cum."

Judith was not going to be totally unfair, "Oh alright then, on you get but don't take too long."

She felt a little like the classic long suffering wife of the 'Lie back and think of England' school as Keith climbed on top of her, carefully pulling open her legs and manoeuvring himself for entry. The gentle movement of inter­course began, a rhythmic in and out movement which, Judith admitted, was, even after all the earlier work and her increasing tenderness, not unpleasant. The climax, as she had requested, was not long delayed. She felt the pumping -- a nice feeling.

Despite the now spent penis subsiding within her, Judith still felt quite full. Two first rate young men emptying themselves in her had seen to that! Ju­dith was very content.

It was nice snuggling down with one young man each side of her, Judith settled into her pillow, feeling all full and satiated. A thought came to her, "If it snows this winter then, really, we must go for a walk in the woods," she said, "and you can let me write your names in my handwriting in the snow using these little pencils." Her hands went out and she held their limp penises in her hands. "I am sleepy," she said, "You can wake me with these all hard in the morning. No, bring me tea as well. That'd be nice." Her mind was drifting; it was comforting to have the boys to hold as she went to sleep. She would have to do it more often.

Judith awoke to the morning erections, her two young men standing naked by her bed, completely hard and erect, one holding a teapot, the other a cup and saucer. Incongruous but rather erotic. She sat up in bed and the tea was poured and the cup and saucer handed to her. Judith thanked her boys and said how much she admired their erections. It seemed the right thing to say. She sipped her tea.

"I think I'll drink you now, Keith," she said moving to the side of the bed and reaching for Keith. Her hand pulled him to her, his big penis up close and interesting. Tentatively she licked making its very end wet, tickling the little eye before sucking the whole head into her mouth, revelling in its smoothness on her tongue. She released her grasp on his cock and jiggled Keith's hanging balls, soft and vulnerable, in her hand, whilst her tongue stroked the round dome in her mouth.

"Would you like to try?" she asked Gary. "It really is so smooth." She winked at him as she ran her tongue up the head as if she was licking an ice cream. So suggestive, so naughty, so unlike her—until recently.

Gary declined looking rather worried. Should she command them, force them to suck each other? It would be amusing for a moment but she'd rather do it herself. Perhaps she should have Gary kiss her with Keith's dome be­tween them, all lips, tongues and silky smooth glans rather like the two girls she had once seen kissing and licking in a porno film as the penis flowed be­tween them. When and why had she been watching that? She could not recall. She would like that but suspected Gary would not!

Judith's lips slipped over the dome and she began to fellate the penis in earnest with long soft strokes of her mouth just as the night before she had used her vagina. All the while her fingers fondled Keith's scrotum, light gos­samer touches she knew men liked as she waited for the drawing up, the tight­ening, betraying imminent release. It did not take long.

She felt the movement and her fingers tightened; perhaps it would add to Keith's pleasure the sudden clamp upon his testes at the moment of ejacula­tion — a mingling of pain with the orgasm. Judith liked being a bit hard, a little bit cruel perhaps with her men. She would ask him — see if he would like it again.

Keith's penis began to pump; hot and salty on her tongue, filling her mouth, swirling around the invading dome; she allowed a little to slip down her throat, velvety smooth; the saltiness a contrast to the earlier tea.

The ejaculation complete, Judith beckoned Gary. "You may lie on top of me now."

It had not been just Keith who had been flowing, her desire had begun with waking to the two young erections and had built as she had enjoyed Keith; Judith was wet and ready; the covers were thrown back and Gary got on top of her, between her spread thighs; she had clasped him to her breast and winced a bit as his unshaven stubbly face brushed against her smooth cheek and then she had kissed him, her tongue pushing through his lips seeking his own. Their tongues played together in the dance of the French Kiss; but then there was a sudden start from Gary, a sudden realisation of what his tongue was tasting, what his tongue was feeling; a salty viscosity that caused Gary to try and pull away but Judith held on to him, her legs locking over his back and the kiss was not, after all, broken as Gary squirmed pleasingly on top of her. Perhaps Judith should have swallowed more but her failure had, of course, been deliberate. She was naughty.

The feel of the big strong, young man on top of her, pushing her into the bed was very pleasing to Judith, the feel of his hardness against her sex equal­ly enjoyable but it would be better lodged within her. "Keith," she said, "would you mind sticking Gary into me please? Now would be good."

Whether Keith minded pulling Gary's penis away from him and manoeu­vring it into Judith was neither here nor there to Judith. It was what she want­ed. Equally whether Gary minded having his erection man-handled, literally, was also not of concern to Judith; she did of course like the idea of them work­ing in concert upon her. Judith could feel Keith's hand, touching her and touch­ing Gary.

"If you'd move up a bit, Judith," requested Keith, "I can't get it into you, it's so hard and too far up; they don't bend you know."

She complied and felt the head of Gary's penis being pulled upwards brushing her mons, the smooth dome then sliding over her clitoris until it was positioned accurately where she wanted. She could feel its smoothness tanta­lisingly right at her entrance, just touching but not yet lodged. She felt Gary's hips bucking, trying to effect the entrance but she held him off. It was her deci­sion when she would take him in and she was enjoying the anticipation.

Slowly she began to slide down the penis, absorbing the head.

"No, don't let go, Keith. Move it side to side in me. Yes, I like that."

Judith continued her sliding, enjoying the rocking movement, until there was nothing left for Keith to hold—she had taken the whole penis into herself.

"You may fuck now, Gary," she said, "but I'm to come first."

Judith settled back into enjoying the steady pounding of her lusty young man, she had to do nothing but just enjoy the feeling and let her orgasm build; and build it did with Judith coming, rolling around on the bed and making rather a lot of noise for her.

"Stop, stop," she cried. The pounding was now too much. "Hold still. Stroke his balls, Keith, that will help him come." She was being wicked again and knew it. Involving Keith in his orgasm would not please Gary—nor Keith for that matter! It was a side of her character she had not seen before and it amused her. She felt Keith's hand between her thighs, doing her bidding, tick­ling Gary, making him come.

It was perhaps inevitable given her involvement in the firm and the attendant social events that she came across Adrian again, the man with the pills. Judith was discomforted seeing him and rather hoping he didn't mention them. It was a forlorn hope. He did not at first, but later in the evening he came across to her; she saw him from across the floor catch her eye and she knew, even be­fore he started moving towards her, that he was going to ask her how she had got on. He did and inevitably he asked what she had done with the pills and had they worked?

She had been reticent. He said she had mentioned pretty girls—were they? She had assured him 'they' were not and he had fastened on the 'they' and gradually had wheedled out a little of what she had been up to.

"I told you they were for real," he said.

She had made the mistake of asking, "why me?" Meaning he shouldn't hand such things out quite so freely at parties. He had looked serious and said it was by no mean unthinking or casual on his part.

"I thought you looked so sad, a career woman so bound up in her work that she had no time for the pleasures of life, just to wake up, think of work, sit and eat a piece of toast and drink coffee whilst checking emails on one of those damn blackcurrant mobiles, before hurrying into work reading the FT and then coming home late still thinking of work before a quick ready meal and early bed only to rise again for more of the same the next day. Was I right?"

Judith wasn't sure it had been quite like that.

"So I thought we'd change that..."

She had assumed the 'we' meant him and her.

"Judith," said the MD with enthusiasm at her annual review a week later, "so pleased with your recent performance, almost as if you were a new woman. What has done it? There is freshness in you, a spark, an enthusiasm that was not there before. I'm not saying you weren't good, but now! What is it, an inheritance, a personal problem solved, a health issue, a man? No, no I'm prying. Tell me if you want but I have plans for you."

Judith was taken aback. She had not received such praise before from him. What was different? Nothing she could think of except perhaps... Yes she had been firing on all cylinders recently but it was certainly not a man: men, young men doing her bidding maybe!

"Well I want you to head our operation in the States, yes, I mean that. We at Pullen Wagstaff plc have expansion plans and I need someone to spearhead the operation."

The MD asked his secretary to show some people in.

"And these two young men from the States will be working under you—so, can I introduce Cy and Reno."

Judith was again taken aback. Two able young men, keen, enthusiastic and, actually she could not help noticing, very tall and handsome indeed.

There was a long introduction and discussion. Afterwards the MD showed Judith out, "I am expecting great things, Judith. Oh, and by the way my colleague, personal friend really, Adrian Brightly, gave me this to give to you. Part of your complete reward package, you see. He said you'd understand. I'm sure you will find this, ah, these useful. Good luck."

The box, the so familiar box of pills handed to her by the MD, was so unex­pected, so out of the blue—a collision of different worlds. She was numb, a feel­ing of panic overtaking her, a retained image of the MD smiling in her mind, smiling with what? An embarrassing knowledge of her, a knowledge that gave power?

Judith stood outside the MD's door with a cocktail of emotions running through her, elation at her new role yes but when she looked at the box of pills in her hands she realised for certain the MD knew exactly what they were about and what they did; and then, realisation dawned, he was completely un­concerned at that or how she might play Cy and Reno. Embarrassment, horror, fear? She smiled to herself; no, not at all; none of these, she had Carte Blanche to play her own game in America, why else had the MD given the box to her? Now what did Cy and Reno look like naked? Well she was going to find out.