1 comments/ 81092 views/ 3 favorites Cumuppance By: zaphod40 My grandfather died suddenly when I was thirteen and my grandmother moved in with us. She sold her house and as there was not much room in ours for my parents, my sister and me, I was sent to an all-boys boarding school. The fees were met partly by my gran. I hated it at first and felt like a fish out of water with all the new customs and rules, but I enjoyed most of the lessons and was quickly "accelerated" into the top stream where I was in the same class as boys, some of them two years older than me. The school also took in day boys, who were treated rather differently from us boarders in the sense that we got to know them less well. They went home at the end of afternoon lessons whereas we went back to our "Houses" where we shared small rooms for doing our homework called "studies" and ended the day sleeping in large dormitories with as many as twenty beds in them. Boys in the same "House" therefore got to know each other well - VERY well in some cases! Like most of the younger boys I quickly became aware of the propensity of older boys, starved of female companionship for thirteen weeks at a time, to "fall in love" with younger boys. Usually these younger boys were good-looking and of slight appearance. Their voices had not broken and they were still naïve about sexual matters. That describes me, aged 13, fairly exactly and as a result of my youth and looks I formed two relationships, fumblingly sexual, which were very exciting and significant at the time and which, as I grew a little older and more experienced, made me wish for more. I have only once set out to seduce another person. All the other occasions have arisen from meeting the immediately pressing needs of us both. This is the story of the seduction I planned and what happened. In my final year at school when I was 18, there was a boy in my class, the same age as me. Though I was more inhibited about masturbating than some of my contemporaries, I was quite an accomplished wanker and was interested in what other boys did with their dicks. These were on show every morning when the bell to rise was rung and everyone rolled out of their beds and went downstairs to take a shower. Most of us had erections for the first few moments of the waking day. The boy in my class, however, whose name was Neil, was a day boy, so he was spared the morning ritual of the cold shower - guaranteed to cure any remaining erections! He was much more inhibited than I was in his general manner, rarely answering questions in class for fear of being wrong but being highly conscientious over the work he turned in. He was tall and broad-shouldered but hopeless at games. The day boys had to play the boarders at rugby football once a fortnight so I played against him occasionally. He played in the scrum whereas I was a back and anyone could see he had virtually no hand and eye co-ordination. All this changed, however, when he had a flute in his hand. His father was a concert flautist and Neil was a wonderful musician. His flute seemed part of himself when he played and his performance was of a very high standard indeed. I, too, came from a musical background, my mother being a music teacher, but I lacked the self-discipline needed to be a good pianist so I contented myself with listening to classical music and collecting black vinyl discs. Though they seem cheap now (looking back on them from this age of CDs and DVDs) the cost of a black vynil LP 33 rpm disc for a lad on weekly pocket money was exorbitant, so each disc in one's collection was treasured and got played many times. The thing about Neil was that I was sure he fancied me. He never voluntarily said anything to me and if I made a casual remark to him he coloured up and looked away, mumbling an answer I could never quite hear. But he always managed to sit in class where he could see me and his eyes followed me each time I came into the classroom. I was often late and he never! As we were in the same class for all our subjects and moved from classroom to classroom according to which teacher was giving the lesson; and as he always sat away from me but where he could be sure to see me, I had no doubt on this point. He had a squarish, masculine face with big, brown, expressive eyes and he seemed always to be looking at me, though he turned away if he found that I was looking at him. Looking back on it I feel sure that (a) he was very inhibited as well being "correctly" brought up; (b) that he knew nothing could ever come of it; and (c) that it was wrong anyway. I came to see him as a challenge. I'm not at all proud of what I did but I'm not ashamed either. If boys at the height of their teenage hormonal activity are placed in an all-boys environment, what else can you expect? I decided that I would talk with him about music to see if I could draw him into conversation. I played the piano well enough to be able to accompany "at sight" so long as the piano part was not too difficult and - despite his shyness - he readily agreed to have a go at playing with me. Unfortunately he was too advanced for me to keep up with him but it became apparent that we shared a love for classical music and as there was a Gramophone Society, we started going to meetings together where we listened to many works, new to us then, which are familiar "friends" now. In this way we got to know the D minor and G major Symphonies of Dvorak, his Cello Concerto and the four Symphonies of Brahms. It broke the ice between us, but he was still very reserved ("inhibited" is a better word). Nevertheless he warmed up enough for me to be able to invite him to spend three days at my home during the holidays and - after a lot of hesitation - he agreed. The major consideration for him was that he could bring his flute, I would learn some of the accompanying parts so that we could play together, and we would both listen to some of the records from my mother's collection. If there was a sub-text to the idea, only I knew about it! To cut a long story short, he arrived, my mother and I meeting him off the train and taking him home to meet my grandmother and sister. They all liked him. He had perfect manners and his shyness was seen as a big plus. He had smiled quite warmly at me when we met at the train station but at my home the inhibited reserve that characterised his manner to me at school returned. This made me all the keener to seduce him - if I could. He continued to look at me with his big, doleful brown eyes but it was I who made the conversation, such as it was. However HE made the music and my mother was so impressed that she took over from me at the piano and we had a wonderful day playing and listening to music. He was almost conversational when we made our way to bed. I suggested he take a bath and we talked about music as he lay in the bath, his private parts modestly covered by a flannel. We were sharing my bedroom which had twin beds in it and he got into his and started to read a book while I had my bath. When I was through I put my towelling dressing gown on without any other clothes and joined him in our bedroom. He looked very shy indeed when I sat on the edge of his bed and started to talk about sex. I was fairly sure he masturbated, but because he was a day boy I was not certain of the vocabulary I could use with him. He responded verbally hardly at all to my confessions about my own uncertainties about sex but I could see that he had put his book down and one of his hands was down the bed resting on his crotch. He latched on, however, to the idea that I would like to "compare notes" (ie we would show each other our dicks and talk about masturbation) and said quite firmly that he didn't want anyone fiddling around with HIM. At the same time, however, I could see that he felt powerfully the proximity of our two bodies and - quite naturally and acting under the urgency of the situation - I put my hand on his. He reacted by holding it tightly and saying in great agony of mind "Oh Martin, why do you torture me like this? You know how I feel about you." "Do I?" I said. "Tell me." There was silence for a moment. How can you describe feelings when the world disapproves of them and you've never tried to express them before? It was unkind of me. "I just want to be near you" he said at last, "Do things for you." He hesitated - "I even dream that I find you fallen on the ground. I pick you up and hold you in my arms while you regain consciousness." "I'm conscious now" I said, "And you can be very close to me if you'll make a space for me to lie beside you in the bed." This was greeted by more silence. It was the moment I had been thinking about for weeks, maybe months. Would he agree? He hesitated and I could see the indecision, the desire and the inhibition all jostling and fighting each other in his mind. I gave a last little push : "It will be OK. It won't harm anyone - it's just you and me, close … together." He said nothing - just sighed and moved over in the bed, so I put the light out on the switch by the door, stripped off my dressing gown and lay down beside him. It felt strange at first but his arms soon came round me and he held me tightly, my head resting on his shoulder. Eventually he released me and said "I know this is wrong, Martin, but I just can't help it." I didn't want to get into arguing the moral toss with him : it was a different kind of tossing I had in mind! So I said "I don't think it's wrong when it feels so natural." He sighed again and pulled me to him. I felt the warmth of his body against mine and I was embarrassed by my stiff dick jutting up against him. I could feel his too. Once begun how can you stop? He made no attempt to prevent me while I unbuttoned his pyjama jacket, then undid his pyjama trousers and finally closed my hand round his willing dick. Here it was at last, in my hand, hard, warm and urgent. It was a wonderful tool, meaty, thick and long. He was circumcised so I gently fondled his glans, running my fingers up, down and round it, to which he reacted with "Ohs" and "Ooohs" which threatened to become so loud that I was afraid my parents would hear. I asked him if he ever got the preliminary fluid that comes before the main charge, so to speak, and he just said "Yes." At that very moment it appeared on the tip of his dick and I smeared it all over his glans, bringing more "Ohs" and "Ooohs" from him. He made no attempt to touch me and I could tell he was close to orgasm so I switched my movement to his shaft just below the head, using the pre-cum to make it slippery, and in no time at all he groaned "I'm going to cum" and shot his load into the tunnel of sheets that our two bodies were making in the bed. "Where did it all go?" I asked when I had stopped stroking him, and he just said "All over the place." I couldn't find any cum on his stomach, so I guess it did go all over the place. Time, now, for me to add mine to the general mess so I took his hand and guided it down to my aching, uncut, rock-hard dick. He didn't say anything : he just stroked it as if he knew how best I liked to do it myself. I came off like a rocket - all over the place. "That was wonderful" I said as I pressed up against him and kissed him. He sighed as if both surprised by, and resigned to, what we had done and soon afterwards I climbed out of his bed and into mine and we both fell asleep immediately. The next morning when we woke, there was a terrible feeling of "consciousness", well, anyway, on his part. He looked guilty, apologising for what had happened as if he had been responsible and saying he didn’t know what had come over him. (I had cum over him, but he didn't think like that!) I attempted to set his mind at rest, saying again that it was perfectly normal, good fun and hurt nobody but he refused to be consoled. For a moment I thought he would pack up his bag, his music and his flute there and then and take the next train home. But he was too well-mannered for that; and anyway he was with me, even if - in his book - I was now somehow impure, with feet of clay. The day, however, improved as it went on and an evening of music-making brought him back to the shy but warm-hearted person I knew him to be. If he had had major reservations earlier in the day about what might happen in our bedroom that night, he had lost them by the time we went to bed. He was very passionate and even told me he had loved me for a long time. The sex seemed utterly natural and I think we both came off twice. In the dark cave of the bed it's not always easy to tell the second time. The third night was just as good, perhaps because it was the last, and he left for his home the next day with a shy smile for my mother and a conscious grin for me. He wrote my mother a "thank you” letter which said that he had looked forward very much to coming to stay, that he had loved playing the flute with her accompanying him and that he had enjoyed himself very much. She was delighted with this. He included a PS which delighted me too : "Please give Martin my love and tell him I'll see him next term." When we met in class ten days later I noticed that he no longer looked shyly away when I looked at him. There was a subtle difference in his attitude : he seemed more positive, more sure of himself. He even asked me quietly at the end of the lesson if I had enjoyed the rest of the holidays. I said Yes, but it hadn't been so much fun after he left. He got my drift and looked both pleased and embarrassed about it. A week later he came up to me of his own accord and told me he had got a new recording of the Brahms Violin Concerto. Would I like to come round to his house on Sunday to hear it? I certainly would - it was a work I had never heard and was wanting to get to know. He said his parents had asked him to invite me for lunch on Sunday and we could listen to the Concerto in the afternoon in his room. I thought Sunday would never come, but when it did I made my way by bus to his house and was met by Neil at the door. He introduced me politely to his parents and I noticed that his father must have looked just like Neil when he was younger. The food was so much better than school food that I wished I could go there every Sunday. After the meal Neil, who showed much more confidence at home than he did at school, said it was time to try the Brahms so we went up to his room. He had a small gramophone there, with his collection of classical LPs standing on a shelf next to his school books. The new disc was on the turntable with its cover nearby. I sat on the bed and read the blurb on the back of the cover, relishing this opportunity to get to know a work which was regarded as one of the peaks of the romantic repertoire. Neil came and sat beside me, reading the blurb (which he had read before!) over my shoulder. "Can we play it now?" I asked. He nodded, went over to the deck, switched it on, lowered the stylus and came back to join me on the bed. No sooner had that lovely, lyrical first theme sounded on the low strings and horns than I found myself being almost attacked. His hand was on my knee, then fumbling in my crotch, then undoing my belt and my zip almost before I had got a hard-on. He himself had a full hard-on, because he stood up to remove my trousers and I could see the tent in his, sticking out in front of him. As I helped him drop my trousers to the floor I thought "This is a new Neil." I might have reflected that in seducing ME he was turning the tables on me for what I had done to him during the holidays but that thought only came afterwards. When he had extracted my dick, now fully hard, from my underwear, he wanked it in such a fast and jiggling manner that I could easily have cum unsatisfactorily without any sense of climax and without being on edge. I wanted him to be more gentle. The Brahms played on, listened to only as background music, so I stopped him, smiled and then proceeded to undress him. I hadn't seen his dick before and it sprang to attention as I released it from his clothes. It really was a beauty. Its large, broad head was red and glistening and it stuck up invitingly, as if longing to be played with. And I played with it, circling that lovely engorged head with my fingers and massaging the pre-cum that soon appeared at the tip. He had to restrain his groans for fear of being overheard by his parents. When he came a thick jet of sperm shot from the tip and landed on his shirt. "Heck" he said, when his spasms had ended, "I'll have to wash that off before my mother sees it." I gave a low laugh. The Brahms was still in its first movement, so quickly had we been at one another's dicks and I wanted to cum off too, only more gently and at slower speed. I think he understood because when he had recovered enough from his own orgasm, he was much more gentle, much more the "old" Neil when he touched me again, and it was well into the third movement of the Brahms that I exploded, shooting as much spunk but not as far as Neil's. What Brahms (who was unmarried but visited prostitutes) would have made of it I shudder to think, but for me I can never hear his violin concerto to this day without thinking back to that afternoon at Neil's house. I came, too, to appreciate Neil's PS - that he would SEE me next term! We met only rarely after that. Neil's shyness vanished almost over night and everyone at school remarked the change in him. There was a lovely moment when he managed to tackle me on the rugby field. When we both got up from the muddy ground he whispered "That's for seducing me. But I still love you." He went on to become an orchestral musician like his father and I lost touch with him when we left school. But I have fond memories of him - and I still enjoy listening to the Brahms! Cumuppance for Catherine It was like something from a farce, the Marx Brothers. Shit! She is stuck fast and no amount of wriggling or shuffling is going to get her free. Dangling in the window half in, or out depending on your view. Her shoulders are wedged in the frame. She can't go back because her 36DD titties are caught on the ledge inside the window. She can't go forward because she has nothing to push on since the rubbish bin fell over. What a sight! That will teach her to come home early. She is Catherine, a 26 year old redheaded mother of 2 girls. She is married to John who is 45 and rapidly losing interest in her lush, firm, perfectly proportioned 5 foot 6 inch body. Together they own a bar in a nearby town and this is where she has been this evening. Cathy however, is feeling a little pissed off by the lack of attention from her husband. She has left the bar and taken a taxi home. The cab has dropped her off at her home and she has made her way along the path fumbling in her bag for the door key. As she gets closer to the door she realises she knows exactly where the key is. In her mind's eye she can see it lay upon the hall table as she left the house with John earlier. SHIT! She doesn't want to make too much noise and wake the kids or the neighbours so she taps on the sitting room window to attract the attention of the babysitter Stewart. No response. She knocks a little louder, still nothing. She looks in her bag for her 'phone realising as she rummages, yes, that is right! It's also lying on the hall fucking table! She thinks. Yes! The utility room window is open! She had left it open because it was laundry day and she had been using the dryer. Moving along the path toward the window she grabs the wheelie bin and pulls it behind her stopping under the head height 18 inch square window. No problem she thinks I can get in there and with that she clambers up on top of the bin and lifts the catch then pulls the frame outward. Now here is the tricky bit she thought, she has to hold the window with one hand but the catch is flopping about and she has to hold it with the other hand, this means going through the opening head first and flopping on to the worktop beneath. Here goes. With a push she is going through but it is a little tighter than she thought, she should have taken off her jacket. Another sharp thrust and then disaster strikes! The bin topples over and she is left suspended there with both arms pinned by her sides against the frame and unable to move. SHIT! SHIT! FUCKING SHIT! Stewart doesn't mind the baby sitting, even on a Friday night; it means another 20 quid towards him owning his motorbike. Nothing fancy, a decent 500 cc Honda, just the means of getting him and any young ladies who might like a ride (in more ways than one, heh, heh) in the country. He is a good looking 6 feet tall, 17 year old with broad shoulders and an unruly mop of dark brown hair. He also has an 8 inch cock that the girls love. No, he doesn't mind the babysitting one little bit. What does piss him off is the way Catherine teases him. The way she greets him with lingering touches on his arm. The way she struts and poses when she is dressed and ready to go out. The way she bends over and asks him if her stocking seams are straight. This makes her short, tight, black Lycra skirt ride up another 2 inches and he can see her stocking tops. This means he has to slip his hand down the waistband of his jeans to move his hardening cock across his belly. The way she tells him she may just let him ravish her instead of paying him cash. Then she reminds him, with a sly smile, that her husband might not like the idea of her paying him in kind. All these things really pissed him off because she knew it made him hard. He saw her watching. She knew that given the chance he would lick her hot crevice from asshole to breakfast time making her squeal with delight. Cathy was playing a dangerous game and one day, oh yeah, one day! So here he is on Friday night watching the 2 girls. They have gone off to bed and as usual they are both out for the count and never any trouble. Stewart has had a beer from the well stocked fridge and watched some TV. Later while checking on the girls he has gone into Catherine's room and opened her underwear drawer for a look through her panties. He selects a lacy red pair and unzips himself and pulls out his stiffening cock. Tugging his swollen dick he wraps the panties around the glistening bell end. He thinks about Cathy as he strokes his long cock. Stewart imagines her kneeling before him pinching and squeezing her jutting nipples. Her smiling face upturned and expectant, mouth parted and tongue waiting for his treasure. As he cums his seed shoots from his engorged tip he catches it all in the gusset of Cathy's panties. He puts the cum stained underwear back in the drawer for her to find later. It's a regular thing he does but so far she hasn't mentioned it. Yeah she knows what he would do to her if he had the opportunity. Coming back downstairs he watches more TV and drifts off to sleep only to be awoken by a banging noise outside. Quickly he jumps up and heads for the kitchen. Leaving the lights off he quietly opens the back door and looks out. Nothing to be seen but he can hear a rustling and someone mumbling. Moving round to the side of the house he can see a pair of stocking clad legs sticking out of the window. What the fuck he thinks. It's Catherine and she is stuck fast. He moves up behind her and is lifting his arms to help her down when he notices her skirt has ridden up. Not only can he see her stocking tops he can see the bare flesh beyond. In fact if he bends his legs he can see she is wearing no panties. Her smoothly shaven cunt is there right in front of his face. His breath quickens, now is his big chance. Slowly he extends a finger and traces it over Cathy's puffy pussy lips. She starts, she hasn't heard him approach, she doesn't know who is touching her most intimate area, she is afraid, she whimpers, he continues to stroke more firmly. Pressing and parting her labia he spits on her pussy and using this lubrication he pushes his finger in her slit. Her legs are thrashing now and Stewart presses his body against them pinning them to the wall. He is now running his free hand over her Lycra clad arse and telling her to be quiet or she will awaken the children and the neighbours. Cathy realises now who is fondling her and begs him to stop. Stewart backs off then returns to the house leaving her dangling. Going to the utility room he switches on the light before shutting the door firmly behind him. Well look who is stuck and helpless in the window frame he thinks. She smiles wanly and wriggles some more but this only causes her titties to jiggle. Mmmmmh says Stewart. Cathy is annoyed, maybe embarrassed and definitely afraid. He teasingly asks her if she needs help. She blusters pretending to be annoyed at the liberty he has taken with her pussy. She tells him in no uncertain terms to hurry up and release her. Stewart then proceeds to tell Catherine he is enjoying teasing her for a change, being in charge is something he likes. He goes on to ask her if she got a kick from posing and teasing him. Why didn't she say anything about the jizz on her panties. It must be something she likes because it has been going on for the past 6 months. Cathy's face got redder and redder with her breath coming in short gasps. Stewart asked if she was excited now. She didn't reply so moving closer Stewart stood in front of her and slowly unzipped his jeans pushing them downward along with his pants he showed Cathy his rapidly swelling penis. She gasped once more as Stewart pulled her through the window until her head was level with the worktop but her arms still trapped. He tore open her blouse and raising her up slightly pulled both her titties from their lacy covering and roughly ran his hands over them feeling the tips hardening and swelling. Hah, no matter what she said her body was giving her away. Cathy was secretly loving it. Gently gripping her chin he told her to open her mouth and suck on his stiff cock. Eyes wide Cathy slowly opened her painted red lips and Stewart pushed his cock into her mouth. She moaned as he continued to roam his hands inside her blouse. He cupped her wonderful breasts feeling her hard nipples as they hung over her lacy push-up bra. All the while she ran her tongue along the underside of his hard shaft. Cathy was savouring the feel of his solid maleness within the hot wet cavern of her mouth. It had been too long she thought and sucked harder as Stewart began to thrust in and out of her wet mouth. She released her lips and panted asking him to pull her through so they could be more comfortable. Ignoring her Stewart slid his member back between her lips and thrust hard for 30 seconds before his hot come erupted in her mouth. Cathy coughed and some jism fell from her mouth to land on the worktop. She craned her neck to lick it up and with that she swallowed all that was on her tongue. Stewart got a hand under both arms and dragged Cathy into the room. Helping her stand he crushed his mouth to hers tasting his salty come on her tongue. Enough of this teasing shit now she told him and started to drag the clothes from him. His jeans and underwear already at half mast she pulled his T shirt over his head as he tried desperately to get her jacket and blouse off. Her skirt was next as Cathy unhooked her bra and she was left standing in suspender belt, black seamed stockings and black patent leather 5 inch stiletto heels. Stewart picked her up and carried her to the sitting room where he laid her on the sofa. Gazing down at her beautiful body he took an ankle in each hand and lifted her legs. Spreading his arms wide he opened Catherine's legs and bent to worship her slit with his tongue. Oh she was wet! He ran the tip of his snake like tongue from the bottom of her crack to her hooded clitoris. Cathy moaned and hooking her hands behind her knees. Pulling back until her knees were resting on her shoulders, she was fully exposed and open for Stewart. Placing a thumb on either side of her vaginal lips he marvelled as they peeled apart with a moist shlicking noise. He then buried his tongue in her hot sopping hole. He flicked her clitty with the tip and she writhed in ecstasy. Once more he ran his tongue along the length of her slit finishing with it rimming her puckered ass. He wet her starfish and rubbed it with the tip of his index finger before applying pressure and watching it disappear up to the second knuckle. Cathy was bucking and pulling his head into her steamy cunt as she thrashed about above him. Stewart tongued her furiously and moved up to un-sheath her clitoris. He introduced another finger to her ass before slipping the remaining two into her dripping snatch and began to pump them steadily. With her climax swiftly mounting Cathy was whimpering and rolling her head from side to side. Stewart stroked up and down her slit as he finger fucked her. Cathy's moans grew louder, her thrashing more frantic. She hadn't felt anything like this in a long time. No-one had ever tongued her butt hole let alone shoved two fingers in there. She was loving this attention and told Stewart to fuck her holes faster and not to stop as she was almost at her peak. As he continued to work at Cathy's magnificent slit she was humping her hips up and down and swearing like a trooper. Her pussy was splashing beads of clear nectar all over Stewart's face and as his tongue went into overdrive Cathy came with a mighty yell. Her pussy made farting squelching sounds as she flooded Stewart's mouth with her sweet come juice. He drank down as much as he could before moving up to kiss Catherine full on the lips allowing her to taste herself. She sucked on his tongue as she came back down to earth gasping and twitching. Laying there in Stewart's arms she asked him if this was the result of pent up frustration at her teasing. He told her that it was in part. The fact remained however; she was a seriously hot MILF he had wanted to fuck her for so long. Giving him a sly glance Cathy then told him that he hadn't fucked her yet. With that Stewart once again prised her legs apart and kneeling in front of the sofa slowly introduced the tip of his rock hard length to Cathy's hot wet cunt. As his purple coloured bell end parted her puffy red lips she gave a gasp and a little shudder. She groaned and looking deep into his eyes told him in no uncertain terms to fuck her ragged. She wanted to be pounded into the sofa and filled with his hot baby gravy. Stewart took it slow and withdrew his dick until only the tip remained buried in her twat then steadily pushed back in until his balls rested on the sofa and up against Cathy's ass. Teasingly he withdrew once again only to hear her begging for his cock. He leaned forward to kiss her and their tongues fenced in each other's mouths. Cathy wrapped her arms and shapely legs around him crossing her ankles at the small of his back locking him in place. Gripping his shoulders she dug in with her painted nails drawing blood and told him to fuck her hard, right fucking now! All vestige of control was now lost and Stewart plunged his iron bar prick into her cavern of delight. They kissed deeply as he rode her pussy. She raised her bum off the sofa to meet his every downward thrust. His mouth sought out her nipples and he nibbled and bit them in turn causing Catherine to squeal with pleasure. Their bodies slapped together with each lunge, their sweat making them slick and slippery. Stewart picked her up and laid her on the floor and without losing so much as a stroke they continued their frenzied fucking. Once again Cathy whimpered as her climax started. From the pit of her belly she could feel it building and mounting until suddenly she was on the brink of ecstasy. Stewart matched her stroke for stroke was almost there too. His cock, harder than he could ever remember was tingling as his sperm rose up the shaft. It erupted into Cathy's cunt as she howled her way through her second orgasm of the night. Jizz leaked out around Stewart's cock and dripped on the carpet as he continued to thrust into this wonderful woman. As he slowed he allowed himself to press down upon her feeling her breasts mould themselves against his chest. Cathy then surprised him by flipping over so she was now astride him. Rising from his softening cock she moved her pussy to his face. She placed her cunt hole over his face and dribbled his fresh come into his mouth. She then kissed him deeply swirling her tongue around his and coating the inside of both their mouths with semen. Stewart had never had that done to him before and although surprised found he quite liked it. He kissed Cathy passionately as they passed the cum back and forth between them. As they lay together Cathy apologised for the teasing she had given Stewart. She told him that had she known then what she knew now they would have been lovers long before this. The sooner he got his motorbike the sooner he could take her for a ride. She had always looked forward to having something large and powerful throbbing between her legs. Shamelessly Cathy then rose and bending at the waist asked Stewart to fill her cunt one more time. He moved toward her with his rigid pole bobbing in front of him, her pussy red and swollen from the pounding it had already taken. Pushing her forward on to the sofa he once again parted her fleshy lips and slid his cock into her cunt. In one fluid movement he filled her to the brim only stopping when his balls banged against her clitoris. He stayed quite still for a moment savouring the feeling of her hot pussy around his prick. Now he drew back and plunged into her welcoming hole once more. A steady rhythm built and the slapping of his balls against her pussy was the only sound to be heard. Then Cathy began moaning through a series of small climaxes. These soon multiplied and built into the biggest orgasm she had had in her entire life. She was like a rag doll as she flopped around unable to support herself as she came and came. Her breathing was ragged, her cunt raw and on fire as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her. Her stomach cramped and she tried to double up as another wave hit her. Her juices were flowing everywhere. Stewart's cock and balls were drenched with her come and it ran down both of her thighs. He grasped her by the waist savagely pulling her back onto his stiff prong over and over and over. At last he came grunting and driving deep into her. Cathy moaning as she felt his hot semen splash over the walls of her vagina. They lay entwined on the sofa for ten minutes kissing, stroking running their hands over each other. Cathy realised that it was getting late and rose to tidy herself up. Her husband would be back soon and she did not wish to be caught fucking this gorgeous young man. As was usual Stewart would stay over and leave in the morning. Cathy grasped his hand and together they collected the discarded clothing and made their way upstairs. She looked at his semi-hard cock and asked him if he could manage to come four times. Stewart advised her he had already come four times and that she should check the red panties in her underwear drawer. Cathy gripped his prick and pulled him towards her telling him that he must never come in her panties ever again. From now on any jizz he spilled was to be in her pussy or her mouth so they could both enjoy it. Pushing open her bedroom door she drew Stewart inside making him lay down on the bed. Catherine kissed him fiercely on the lips and moving downward nibbled and sucked on his nipples. This made him squirm as her hand stroked all 8 inches of his youthful cock. Moving on she kissed her way down to his magnificent, tumescent meat. Lovingly she kissed the tip and drew back his foreskin. Using the tip of her tongue she licked her way around the flared glans. Then placing it in her mouth she used her teeth to gently tug at his bell end as she stroked up and down. She rolled over and lay back on the bed. With her head dangling over the side her mouth and throat were both on a level. Opening her mouth wide she told Stewart to push his cock into her throat as far as he could. Pushing gently he watched in amazement as he pushed more and more cock into it. After about 6 inches Cathy was gagging and her throat swelling. As he tried to withdraw she stopped him reaching back to pull his ass forward. Another inch disappeared in her incredible mouth before Stewart pulled out and Cathy made him lay back on the bed again. Straddling him she reached down and getting the angle right slid down his pole from tip to root with a shuddering moan. She rocked above him gently squeezing and milking his dick with her pussy. Cathy told him she would get better at the deep throating with more practice, that is if he was up for it. In reply Stewart grabbed her hips and lifted her slightly to allow him to ram his prick up into her. Cathy let him continue for a few minutes then reasserted herself. Pushing him back down she once again took control and their coupling went on at a more sedate pace this time. Placing her hands on his shoulders to steady herself Cathy rode Stewart's cock so expertly. At times rising until the very tip was all that remained in her before sliding down his member until her bald snatch met his wiry pubic hair. Stewart reached up and cupped her magnificent breasts. He stroked and kneaded them gently and rubbing and pinching her very hard nipples as she moaned and swayed. She ground herself against him rubbing her clitty against his pubic bone bringing herself to a gently shuddering climax. Cumuppance for Catherine by Laph Note to authors: If you have sent me a script and I have not responded or completed it and you are still interested in having it recorded, please contact me. RL is a bit insane and things fall through the cracks, but I am trying to make more time for audios in their various incarnations. Thank you to Laphroaig for sharing this script with me. I look forward to future stories. The original submission can be found here. This is the version that was sent to me * * * * * Click Here to listen. (24.5 min/mp3) * * * * * It was like something from a farce, the Marx Brothers. Shit! She is stuck fast and no amount of wriggling or shuffling is going to get her free. Dangling in the window half in, or out depending on your view. Her shoulders are wedged in the frame. She can't go back because her 36DD titties are caught on the ledge inside the window. She can't go forward because she has nothing to push on since the rubbish bin fell over. What a sight! That will teach her to come home early. She is Catherine, a 26 year old redheaded mother of 2 girls. She is married to John who is 45 and rapidly losing interest in her lush, firm, perfectly proportioned 5 foot 6 inch body. Together they own a bar in a nearby town and this is where she has been this evening. Cathy however, is feeling a little pissed off by the lack of attention from her husband. She has left the bar and taken a taxi home. The cab has dropped her off at her home and she has made her way along the path fumbling in her bag for the door key. As she gets closer to the door she realises she knows exactly where the key is. In her mind's eye she can see it lay upon the hall table as she left the house with John earlier. SHIT! She doesn't want to make too much noise and wake the kids or the neighbours so she taps on the sitting room window to attract the attention of the babysitter Stewart. No response. She knocks a little louder, still nothing. She looks in her bag for her 'phone realising as she rummages, yes, that is right! It's also lying on the hall fucking table! She thinks. Yes! The utility room window is open! She had left it open because it was laundry day and she had been using the dryer. Moving along the path toward the window she grabs the wheelie bin and pulls it behind her stopping under the head height 18 inch square window. No problem she thinks I can get in there and with that she clambers up on top of the bin and lifts the catch then pulls the frame outward. Now here is the tricky bit she thought, she has to hold the window with one hand but the catch is flopping about and she has to hold it with the other hand, this means going through the opening head first and flopping on to the worktop beneath. Here goes. With a push she is going through but it is a little tighter than she thought, she should have taken off her jacket. Another sharp thrust and then disaster strikes! The bin topples over and she is left suspended there with both arms pinned by her sides against the frame and unable to move. SHIT! SHIT! FUCKING SHIT! Stewart doesn't mind the baby sitting, even on a Friday night; it means another 20 quid towards him owning his motorbike. Nothing fancy, a decent 500 cc Honda, just the means of getting him and any young ladies who might like a ride (in more ways than one, heh, heh) in the country. He is a good looking 6 feet tall, 18 year old with broad shoulders and an unruly mop of dark brown hair. He also has an 8 inch cock that the girls love. No, he doesn't mind the babysitting one little bit. What does piss him off is the way Catherine teases him. The way she greets him with lingering touches on his arm. The way she struts and poses when she is dressed and ready to go out. The way she bends over and asks him if her stocking seams are straight. This makes her short, tight, black Lycra skirt ride up another 2 inches and he can see her stocking tops. This means he has to slip his hand down the waistband of his jeans to move his hardening cock across his belly. The way she tells him she may just let him ravish her instead of paying him cash. Then she reminds him, with a sly smile, that her husband might not like the idea of her paying him in kind. All these things really pissed him off because she knew it made him hard. He saw her watching. She knew that given the chance he would lick her hot crevice from asshole to breakfast time making her squeal with delight. Cathy was playing a dangerous game and one day, oh yeah, one day! So here he is on Friday night watching the 2 girls. They have gone off to bed and as usual they are both out for the count and never any trouble. Stewart has had a beer from the well stocked fridge and watched some TV. Later while checking on the girls he has gone into Catherine's room and opened her underwear drawer for a look through her panties. He selects a lacy red pair and unzips himself and pulls out his stiffening cock. Tugging his swollen dick he wraps the panties around the glistening bell end. He thinks about Cathy as he strokes his long cock. Stewart imagines her kneeling before him pinching and squeezing her jutting nipples. Her smiling face upturned and expectant, mouth parted and tongue waiting for his treasure. As he cums his seed shoots from his engorged tip he catches it all in the gusset of Cathy's panties. He puts the cum stained underwear back in the drawer for her to find later. It's a regular thing he does but so far she hasn't mentioned it. Yeah she knows what he would do to her if he had the opportunity. Coming back downstairs he watches more TV and drifts off to sleep only to be awoken by a banging noise outside. Quickly he jumps up and heads for the kitchen. Leaving the lights off he quietly opens the back door and looks out. Nothing to be seen but he can hear a rustling and someone mumbling. Moving round to the side of the house he can see a pair of stocking clad legs sticking out of the window. What the fuck he thinks. It's Catherine and she is stuck fast. He moves up behind her and is lifting his arms to help her down when he notices her skirt has ridden up. Not only can he see her stocking tops he can see the bare flesh beyond. In fact if he bends his legs he can see she is wearing no panties. Her smoothly shaven cunt is there right in front of his face. His breath quickens, now is his big chance. Slowly he extends a finger and traces it over Cathy's puffy pussy lips. She starts, she hasn't heard him approach, she doesn't know who is touching her most intimate area, she is afraid, she whimpers, he continues to stroke more firmly. Pressing and parting her labia he spits on her pussy and using this lubrication he pushes his finger in her slit. Her legs are thrashing now and Stewart presses his body against them pinning them to the wall. He is now running his free hand over her Lycra clad arse and telling her to be quiet or she will awaken the children and the neighbours. Cathy realises now who is fondling her and begs him to stop. Stewart backs off then returns to the house leaving her dangling. Going to the utility room he switches on the light before shutting the door firmly behind him. Well look who is stuck and helpless in the window frame he thinks. She smiles wanly and wriggles some more but this only causes her titties to jiggle. Mmmmmh says Stewart. Cathy is annoyed, maybe embarrassed and definitely afraid. He teasingly asks her if she needs help. She blusters pretending to be annoyed at the liberty he has taken with her pussy. She tells him in no uncertain terms to hurry up and release her. Stewart then proceeds to tell Catherine he is enjoying teasing her for a change, being in charge is something he likes. He goes on to ask her if she got a kick from posing and teasing him. Why didn't she say anything about the jizz on her panties. It must be something she likes because it has been going on for the past 6 months. Cathy's face got redder and redder with her breath coming in short gasps. Stewart asked if she was excited now. She didn't reply so moving closer Stewart stood in front of her and slowly unzipped his jeans pushing them downward along with his pants he showed Cathy his rapidly swelling penis. She gasped once more as Stewart pulled her through the window until her head was level with the worktop but her arms still trapped. He tore open her blouse and raising her up slightly pulled both her titties from their lacy covering and roughly ran his hands over them feeling the tips hardening and swelling. Hah, no matter what she said her body was giving her away. Cathy was secretly loving it. Gently gripping her chin he told her to open her mouth and suck on his stiff cock. Eyes wide Cathy slowly opened her painted red lips and Stewart pushed his cock into her mouth. She moaned as he continued to roam his hands inside her blouse. He cupped her wonderful breasts feeling her hard nipples as they hung over her lacy push-up bra. All the while she ran her tongue along the underside of his hard shaft. Cathy was savouring the feel of his solid maleness within the hot wet cavern of her mouth. It had been too long she thought and sucked harder as Stewart began to thrust in and out of her wet mouth. She released her lips and panted asking him to pull her through so they could be more comfortable. Ignoring her Stewart slid his member back between her lips and thrust hard for 30 seconds before his hot come erupted in her mouth. Cathy coughed and some jism fell from her mouth to land on the worktop. She craned her neck to lick it up and with that she swallowed all that was on her tongue. Stewart got a hand under both arms and dragged Cathy into the room. Helping her stand he crushed his mouth to hers tasting his salty come on her tongue. Enough of this teasing shit now she told him and started to drag the clothes from him. His jeans and underwear already at half mast she pulled his T shirt over his head as he tried desperately to get her jacket and blouse off. Her skirt was next as Cathy unhooked her bra and she was left standing in suspender belt, black seamed stockings and black patent leather 5 inch stiletto heels. Stewart picked her up and carried her to the sitting room where he laid her on the sofa. Gazing down at her beautiful body he took an ankle in each hand and lifted her legs. Spreading his arms wide he opened Catherine's legs and bent to worship her slit with his tongue. Oh she was wet! He ran the tip of his snake like tongue from the bottom of her crack to her hooded clitoris. Cathy moaned and hooking her hands behind her knees she pulled back until her knees were resting on her shoulders, she was fully exposed and open for Stewart. Placing a thumb on either side of her vaginal lips he marvelled as they peeled apart with a moist shlicking noise. He then buried his tongue in her hot sopping hole. He flicked her clitty with the tip and she writhed in ecstasy. Once more he ran his tongue along the length of her slit finishing with it rimming her puckered ass. He wet her starfish and rubbed it with the tip of his index finger before applying pressure and watching it disappear up to the second knuckle. Cathy was bucking and pulling his head into her steamy cunt as she thrashed about above him. Stewart tongued her furiously and moved up to un-sheath her clitoris. He introduced another finger to her ass before slipping the remaining two into her dripping snatch and began to pump them steadily. With her climax swiftly mounting Cathy was whimpering and rolling her head from side to side. Stewart stroked up and down her slit as he finger fucked her. Cathy's moans grew louder, her thrashing more frantic. She hadn't felt anything like this in a long time. No-one had ever tongued her butt hole let alone shoved two fingers in there. She was loving this attention and told Stewart to fuck her holes faster and not to stop as she was almost at her peak. As he continued to work at Cathy's magnificent slit she was humping her hips up and down and swearing like a trooper. Her pussy was splashing beads of clear nectar all over Stewart's face and as his tongue went into overdrive Cathy came with a mighty yell. Her pussy made farting squelching sounds as she flooded Stewart's mouth with her sweet come juice. He drank down as much as he could before moving up to kiss Catherine full on the lips allowing her to taste herself. She sucked on his tongue as she came back down to earth gasping and twitching. Laying there in Stewart's arms she asked him if this was the result of pent up frustration at her teasing. He told her that it was in part. The fact remained however; she was a seriously hot MILF he had wanted to fuck her for so long. Giving him a sly glance Cathy then told him that he hadn't fucked her yet. With that Stewart once again prised her legs apart and kneeling in front of the sofa slowly introduced the tip of his rock hard length to Cathy's hot wet cunt. As his purple coloured bell end parted her puffy red lips she gave a gasp and a little shudder. She groaned and looking deep into his eyes told him in no uncertain terms to fuck her ragged. She wanted to be pounded into the sofa and filled with his hot baby gravy. Stewart took it slow and withdrew his dick until only the tip remained buried in her twat then steadily pushed back in until his balls rested on the sofa and up against Cathy's ass. Teasingly he withdrew once again only to hear her begging for his cock. He leaned forward to kiss her and their tongues fenced in each other's mouths. Cathy wrapped her arms and shapely legs around him crossing her ankles at the small of his back locking him in place. Gripping his shoulders she dug in with her painted nails drawing blood and told him to fuck her hard, right fucking now! All vestige of control was now lost and Stewart plunged his iron bar prick into her cavern of delight. They kissed deeply as he rode her pussy. She raised her bum off the sofa to meet his every downward thrust. His mouth sought out her nipples and he nibbled and bit them in turn causing Catherine to squeal with pleasure. Their bodies slapped together with each lunge, their sweat making them slick and slippery. Stewart picked her up and laid her on the floor and without losing so much as a stroke they continued their frenzied fucking. Once again Cathy whimpered as her climax started. From the pit of her belly she could feel it building and mounting until suddenly she was on the brink of ecstasy. Stewart matched her stroke for stroke was almost there too. His cock, harder than he could ever remember was tingling as his sperm rose up the shaft. It erupted into Cathy's cunt as she howled her way through her second orgasm of the night. Jizz leaked out around Stewart's cock and dripped on the carpet as he continued to thrust into this wonderful woman. As he slowed he allowed himself to press down upon her feeling her breasts mould themselves against his chest. Cathy then surprised him by flipping over so she was now astride him. Rising from his softening cock she moved her pussy to his face. She placed her cunt hole over his face and dribbled his fresh come into his mouth. She then kissed him deeply swirling her tongue around his and coating the inside of both their mouths with semen. Stewart had never had that done to him before and although surprised found he quite liked it. He kissed Cathy passionately as they passed the cum back and forth between them. As they lay together Cathy apologised for the teasing she had given Stewart. She told him that had she known then what she knew now they would have been lovers long before this. The sooner he got his motorbike the sooner he could take her for a ride. She had always looked forward to having something large and powerful throbbing between her legs. Shamelessly Cathy then rose and bending at the waist asked Stewart to fill her cunt one more time. He moved toward her with his rigid pole bobbing in front of him, her pussy red and swollen from the pounding it had already taken. Pushing her forward on to the sofa he once again parted her fleshy lips and slid his cock into her cunt. In one fluid movement he filled her to the brim only stopping when his balls banged against her clitoris. He stayed quite still for a moment savouring the feeling of her hot pussy around his prick. Now he drew back and plunged into her welcoming hole once more. A steady rhythm built and the slapping of his balls against her pussy was the only sound to be heard. Then Cathy began moaning through a series of small climaxes. These soon multiplied and built into the biggest orgasm she had had in her entire life. She was like a rag doll as she flopped around unable to support herself as she came and came. Her breathing was ragged, her cunt raw and on fire as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her. Her stomach cramped and she tried to double up as another wave hit her. Her juices were flowing everywhere. Stewart's cock and balls were drenched with her come and it ran down both of her thighs. He grasped her by the waist savagely pulling her back onto his stiff prong over and over and over. At last he came grunting and driving deep into her. Cathy moaning as she felt his hot semen splash over the walls of her vagina. They lay entwined on the sofa for ten minutes kissing, stroking running their hands over each other. Cathy realised that it was getting late and rose to tidy herself up. Her husband would be back soon and she did not wish to be caught fucking this gorgeous young man. As was usual Stewart would stay over and leave in the morning. Cathy grasped his hand and together they collected the discarded clothing and made their way upstairs. She looked at his semi-hard cock and asked him if he could manage to come four times. Stewart advised her he had already come four times and that she should check the red panties in her underwear drawer. Cathy gripped his prick and pulled him towards her telling him that he must never come in her panties ever again. From now on any jizz he spilled was to be in her pussy or her mouth so they could both enjoy it. Pushing open her bedroom door she drew Stewart inside making him lay down on the bed. Catherine kissed him fiercely on the lips and moving downward nibbled and sucked on his nipples. This made him squirm as her hand stroked all 8 inches of his youthful cock. Moving on she kissed her way down to his magnificent, tumescent meat. Lovingly she kissed the tip and drew back his foreskin. Using the tip of her tongue she licked her way around the flared glans. Then placing it in her mouth she used her teeth to gently tug at his bell end as she stroked up and down. She rolled over and lay back on the bed. With her head dangling over the side her mouth and throat were level. Opening her mouth wide she told Stewart to push his cock into her throat as far as he could. Pushing gently he watched in amazement as he pushed more and more cock into it. After about 6 inches Cathy was gagging and her throat swelling. As he tried to withdraw she stopped him reaching back to pull his ass forward. Another inch disappeared in her incredible mouth before Stewart pulled out and Cathy made him lay back on the bed again. Straddling him she reached down and getting the angle right slid down his pole from tip to root with a shuddering moan. She rocked above him gently squeezing and milking his dick with her pussy. Cathy told him she would get better at the deep throating with more practice, that is if he was up for it. In reply Stewart grabbed her hips and lifted her slightly to allow him to ram his prick up into her. Cumuppance for Catherine by Laph Cathy let him continue for a few minutes then reasserted herself. Pushing him back down she once again took control and their coupling went on at a more sedate pace this time. Placing her hands on his shoulders to steady herself Cathy rode Stewart's cock so expertly. At times rising until the very tip was all that remained in her before sliding down his member until her bald snatch met his wiry pubic hair. Stewart reached up and cupped her magnificent breasts. He stroked and kneaded them gently and rubbing and pinching her very hard nipples as she moaned and swayed. She ground herself against him rubbing her clitty against his pubic bone bringing herself to a gently shuddering climax. As she hunched over shaking Stewart picked up the pace and thrust into Cathy from below reaching his own peak 15 seconds after her. His fifth ejaculation of the night was fired deep in his gorgeous lover's pussy. They lay connected with his cock still inside her. Cathy's head rested on his chest. Their mixed cum slowly seeped out of her swollen pussy covering Stewart's balls and thighs. She smiled sleepily at Stewart and thanked him for a great night. Headlights moving across the ceiling startled the pair and John's car was heard in the driveway. Cathy kissed Stewart and told him they better scoot otherwise their fun would be over after only one night. Stewart rushed to the guest room and dived into bed. He lay there for over an hour trying to take in what had happened so far and what possibilities there were for the future. Just as he was drifting off to sleep he felt the urge to pee. Going to the loo he opened the door in time to see Cathy rising up off the throne. She stood on tip-toe and kissed him telling him not to rush off in the morning. John had offered to take the girls swimming in the morning. Then lunch at McDonalds's followed by a visit to Granny's. All this so she could have a quiet day. Cathy was eager to take up where the evening had left off. As she returned to her marital bed she found her husband already snoring. Sliding back between the sheets she thought of Stewart's handsome big penis. The feelings it had given her especially between her legs were intense. She basked in a warm glow as she lay naked, her hands roaming her body and recovering from her wonderful ordeal. Cathy thanked providence that she had forgotten her door key and 'phone that night. Had she not then she would never have had the pleasure of this young stud. A young stud she knew she was going to enjoy many more times in the very near future. Cumuppance for Catherine As she hunched over shaking Stewart picked up the pace and thrust into Cathy from below reaching his own peak 15 seconds after her. His fifth ejaculation of the night was fired deep in his gorgeous lover's pussy. They lay connected with his cock still inside her. Cathy's head rested on his chest. Their mixed cum slowly seeped out of her swollen pussy covering Stewart's balls and thighs. She smiled sleepily at Stewart and thanked him for a great night. Headlights moving across the ceiling startled the pair and John's car was heard in the driveway. Cathy kissed Stewart and told him they better scoot otherwise their fun would be over after only one night. Stewart rushed to the guest room and dived into bed. He lay there for over an hour trying to take in what had happened so far and what possibilities there were for the future. Just as he was drifting off to sleep he felt the urge to pee. Going to the loo he opened the door in time to see Cathy rising up off the throne. She stood on tip-toe and kissed him telling him not to rush off in the morning. John had offered to take the girls swimming in the morning. Then lunch at McDonalds's followed by a visit to Granny's. All this so she could have a quiet day. Cathy was eager to take up where the evening had left off. As she returned to her marital bed she found her husband already snoring. Sliding back between the sheets she thought of Stewart's handsome big penis. The feelings it had given her especially between her legs were intense. She basked in a warm glow as she lay naked, her hands roaming her body and recovering from her wonderful ordeal. Cathy thanked providence that she had forgotten her door key and 'phone that night. Had she not then she would never have had the pleasure of this young stud. A young stud she knew she was going to enjoy many more times in the very near future.