6 comments/ 39873 views/ 23 favorites Teaching Adam By: Lemonesque I'd spent numerous evenings over the past couple of years, down at the local art college as a life model. The courses usually started in the winter, when I would arrive and pose fully clothed for a semi-circle of students, who were armed with pencils, charcoal, and oversized sketch-books. As the seasons warmed through winter, spring, and into summer, I would, in turn, lose my jacket, sweater, button-down shirt, and chinos. Finally, as their exam piece at the end of the course, they would set up their easels and materials and, at the appointed time, I would stride into the middle of the room completely naked. My manhood wasn't monstrously huge, but in its semi-erect state, it was certainly enough to raise a few eyebrows and elicit a few giggles from the more easily embarrassed ladies in the room. While I had to pose quite still for a couple of hours, it was relatively easy to maintain a decent (or indecent!) level of arousal. Even if there weren't any real hotties amongst the students, their lecturer, Jake, was enough to write home about. He was always clean-shaven, had perfect teeth, and a well-worn gym membership card. He was married to a lovely woman and had a daughter who had just started primary school - but he couldn't resist a little steam in the storeroom on a Wednesday evening. I wasn't the gentle type, but he loved how I dominated him physically. He must have got hundreds of splinters off that old cutting table in there, and his wife must surely have wondered about them, but he never complained. We had reached the penultimate week of the course, in which the students drew me in a standing position wearing only my bulging briefs. I kept catching the eye of a young lad over on the left. Adam had moved to the area this academic year for university, and had taken up the life drawing course as he thought it might help him on his game design degree, in gaining a better sense of perspective of the human form. He was 19, quite short, but beautifully built. His face usually looked away when one made eye contact, but his eyes would often flicker back after a moment or two. It was somehow arousing, a shyness in his demeanour exposing a deep vulnerability in his soul. Thank God I was wearing the underwear which was slightly too small for me, as my cock throbbed and strained desperately against its cotton restraints. When class finished, Jake had made sure that the students knew what to expect for their assessment the following week, and dismissed the class. When the room was empty, he came into the storeroom where I'm supposed to get changed, and found me nearly bent-double with lust. He looked at me worriedly for a moment, started to speak, but got no more than a couple of words out before I slammed him backwards against the door, my mouth on his, hands everywhere and thoughts nowhere. I could process nothing other than my need to fuck. My briefs dangled around one ankle as I couldn't wait long enough to take them off completely. Jake tried to protest as I ripped his shirt open, fumbled at his belt, and finally shoved his jeans down his legs without undoing any of the buttons. He didn't wear underwear, which at least took a step out of the process. The lube was still in the same place from last week, at the back of the shelf. I cleared the area of brushes and water beakers with a frenzied swipe, grabbed the bottle, greased up and twisted him over the wrecked wooden table. Hard as marble and big as I'd ever managed, my cock cracked his arsehole on the first thrust. He whimpered, trying not to cry out at the unexpected ferocity of my entry. My hand covered his mouth so tightly it forced his head back while my other arm was locked around his torso to get a good grip. His jaw clenched with every thrust, and after a minute, my hand started to become wet with his tears. I felt like a wild beast trying to fuck a lesser member of my pride into submission. It was unbelievable. After a minute or so, my eyes closed, I lifted my head, and I pictured Adam. Young, fresh, vulnerable Adam. Jake's ring was so tight, and the thought of doing the same to Adam pushed me over the edge. I struggled to quieten my grunts as my balls tightened and I unloaded stream after stream of my hot cum into the shocked but submissive Jake. As I said, I'm not a gentle man at the best of times, but this was well beyond my usual levels of dominance. I pulled out, satiated and exhausted, letting Jake's tense and abused body fall on to the splintered surface. I staggered backwards, and fell in a heap on an old chair and nearly fell through it. Jake paused where I'd left him for a moment, before raising himself up with his arms, turning around, and looking at me with uncertainty in his eyes. "Whoa." he said, matter of factly, spreading his hands out in an enquiring gesture. "Who's the boy?" "The boy? In the class? Adam?" "Adam." "You know about as much about him as I do." "I need him." "How do you mean?" "I need him. I need to fuck him." "Can't happen. Firstly, I don't even know if he likes guys, and secondly, I'd lose my job." "It'll have to happen outside of here then." "Yeah, right, and how are you going to make that work." "You've got access to their student records." "Data Protection and all that..." "You've got to send off their certificates at the end right?" "I guess so." "Then write them up tomorrow, copy down his address and text it to me." "Fucksake Vik, isn't all this enough?" - He gestured around the room. "I need him." "Fine. You bloody owe me though." "Whatever it takes." --- Lunchtime the following day, I got the text. Adam lived only a couple of blocks from the college, but he went to University in the next town. I cruised around in my car looking for him, and as luck would have it, I saw him ahead just as a huge black storm cloud was sweeping in across the sky. I drew level, pulled over, and beeped my horn. Adam hesitated for a moment and came to the open window. "What's up?" "I just saw you walking towards that raincloud and figured I'd offer you a lift seeing as I'm heading back to town. I assume you live somewhere around the college?" "Yeah, a couple of blocks away." "Jump in." Adam looked away down the street at the oncoming storm, looked at my car, looked again at the cloud, and figured that chancing it with me was probably a better bet than definitely getting soaked with all the tech in his backpack. He went round to the passenger side and got in. "So you're new to the area huh?" "I guess." he shrugged. "Where am I taking you back to?" "My apartment on Guildmore Road if that's alright. If it's out of your way, the college would be fine too." "Guildmore's only a couple of minutes from mine." "Okay - thanks." He turned the stereo up a little and complimented me on my choice of tunes, but largely I was the one who had to keep the small talk flowing on the way home. I asked him about himself, where he'd come from, what he was doing on his course, and how he'd ended up here. It was the last bit which gave me what I needed. "So how come you've ended up a couple of hundred miles from home, living by yourself?" "My parents are mega religious and didn't like what they found under my mattress. They pretty much kicked me out - but I already had my place at Uni, so I only had to sofa surf for a couple of weeks." "What - you into demon worship or something?" "You'd think so to ask them. Man worship is closer to the mark. The joke is that, while I know that I'm gay - I haven't even had a boyfriend - yet I'm persona non gratia at home because of it." "You're gay?" "Yeah. You sound surprised, but don't look it." "You're a hot lookin' lad. I guess I figured you'd be surrounded by girls." "Nah. I'm too shy to be surrounded by anyone really." We pulled up in his road, and located his block of flats. I tried my luck. "You wanna carry on this conversation? I've got nowhere to be." Adam shrugged again, but looked hopeful. I parked up, and we both got out of the car. We walked up the path to the door of the block and he paused. "It's more of a bedsit than an apartment really. I'm not too tidy either." "Hey, it's cool. I'm the same." We entered the building, went up to his front door, and he unlocked it, trembling slightly. He wasn't joking about the mess, and the room wasn't exactly spacious to start. He cleared the stuff on the sofa off on to his single bed, and invited me to sit down while he made drinks. "I'm sorry, I don't really do hot drinks." he said, "That's fine - what have you got?" "Uhh, water, cola, stuff like that." "Got anything stronger?" "Aren't you driving?" "I can walk back to mine from here. I just want to see you loosen up a bit." "I've got some vodka we could mix with this cola?" "Sounds good to me." He poured the drinks, downed his, made another, and brought them over to where I was sitting. He sat beside me on the sofa, as it was the only place to sit other than on his bed or on the floor. "Is this normal?" he asked. "What, being gay?" "No - the life model going home with a student?" "Not really - or if it is, it's my first time at least." "So what's the deal here?" "You haven't sussed it out yet?" "I'm not great with subtlety" - his eyes were still focussed on the wall ahead, and he hadn't let go of his drink. I spread my arms across the back of the sofa and grinned. I'd had a semi since I'd spotted Adam in the street, and by the time we'd got to this stage, it had evolved into a huge hard-on. I was having trouble restraining myself, but if he'd never been with a man before, this was going to take some patience. "Subtlety isn't exactly my strong suit, Adam." I said, as I gently but firmly took hold of the wrist of his free hand. He resisted a little as he tried to work out what I was doing, then flinched as I placed his hand over my bulging trousers. His eyes were still fixed on the wall. I kept hold of his wrist, as I used his hand to rub myself. Adam made some serious inroads into his second drink, and I used my free hand to down mine. I eventually let go of his wrist, and he carried on rubbing me as I made more drinks. We barely said anything to one another, as we began to sync on to the same wavelength. I could feel that he wanted it, but he still hesitated, as one would with anything new. I dropped my arm down from the back of the sofa and curled it around his shoulder, and we sat like that for a while, drinking and with him feeling the extent of my arousal. The next bit took me by surprise. He put down his drink, and looked at me while biting his lip. He looked terrified, flinched a couple of times as if he was cold, then lunged forward, grabbing my head and kissing me deeply. I kissed him back, at first remaining still, making sure he wasn't about to pull away, then pulling him close to me with my arm around his torso, and the other hand on his crotch. He'd crossed a line somewhere in his head, perhaps it was the vodka, but he was ready, and I was aflame with lust. I broke the kiss and made eye contact. I was often a brute, certainly, but I wasn't a monster. Our breathing was laboured and intense, our hands didn't stop touching each others' bodies. "Are you sure you want this?" "Y-yeah. Oh God yeah." "I'm not gentle, but I'll try not to hurt you too badly." "I want it. I want you to ruin me." "I thought it was your first time?" "It's my first time, like, not by myself." I paused for a second before realising what he meant. It was his first time with a man, but not his first time being filled. Solid rubber could only satisfy a person so much before they craved the organic pulsing organ of a fellow human being. God, this was going to be fun. He was still looking at me, trying to work out whether I'd understood, and I answered by tearing his shirt off. There was no room for misunderstandings now. We both knew each others intentions - the drink had rid him of his shyness, and my dominant side was starting to exert itself. My hands groped up and down his front as I tried to undo his trousers and what remained of his shirt. He tried to undress me in return, but I batted his hand away with some force - a gesture which he seemed to understand. I jumped up to pull off my own clothes and he looked at me, wordlessly asking permission to shed what garments remained. As I yanked my shirt off over my head, I grunted the word "off", and in moments he was completely naked. My clothes were strewn across the floor, and I stood there appreciating his smooth young body for a moment, my cock straining the elastic of my black briefs. Adam's hand moved to his own member, starting to touch it gently, then moving faster and with more conviction. He still looked scared, yet hungry at the same time - his eyes fixed on my package. I strolled slowly back to the sofa, took his hand from his crotch and placed it on my own. He sat up, moved his hand to one side slightly, and pressed his face against my cotton covering. He moaned slightly as he rubbed his face all over it, feeling how hard I was. "So the boy wants to be ruined eh?" "Yes." "Yes WHAT?" "Yes... Sir?" "That'll do nicely. Stand up." He stood, still biting his lip, and looked up into my eyes. I placed a hand on his chest, and we made out for a minute or two before I grabbed his hand and shoved it down my briefs. He grasped my shaft and manipulated it keenly, and I started to lose my self-control. If he wanted me to tear him to pieces in a sexual frenzy, he was going the right way about it! "Take them off." He started to pull down my briefs, and I shoved him away hard. He fell to the floor, his back hitting the sofa. "With your teeth." Comprehension dawned on his beautiful face as he got up on to his knees, kissed my stomach, then carefully took the elastic in his teeth and worked my underwear slowly down my legs. Once they were round my ankles, I kicked them off to God knows where, and stood over the eager boy. "You know what to do with one of these?" I asked, wiggling my hips a little to make my erection bounce around in front of his face. "Yes Sir." "You'd better show me then." Adam had a little smile as he almost leaped at my pole, which virtually disappeared down his throat. The sensation was phenomenal. If this was his first time doing this too, then the boy had a serious talent. I suspected he'd been practicing, but struggled to keep any thoughts at all straight in my head as his lips and tongue touched all the right places. I could only bear it for a minute before I had to stop him. I pushed him away as I tried to regain my composure, ready for the main event. "You're so fucking good." "Thank you Sir." "Time for your reward." His eyes lit up, yet his face also displayed the unmistakable fear of the unknown. He stood, then turned his back to me, waiting. I wanted to make sure he was having a good time of it too (as he might be regretting his decision shortly) so I walked up behind him, my erection pushing up against his smooth buttocks, reached around to hold him with one arm, then used the other to grasp his own hard-on. I kissed his neck, touched his nipples, and listened to his gentle moans as I brought him to the edge, then let him fade a little. "Last chance." I murmured in his ear. "I know... Sir." he whispered in reply. I maneuvered us both over to the bed, and bent him over. I grabbed the lube out from the pocket of my discarded jacket, knelt down, and parted his cheeks as if carrying out an inspection. Sure enough he was a consenting adult, but his body was hairless like a boy's. Any hair which had grown, he had shaved off. He was smooth and delicious all over, and he was mine to use as I pleased. I lubed us both thoroughly (no point in causing more pain than is necessary), then, holding his buttocks apart with my hands, I moved forwards, parking my glistening dick up against his virgin asshole. I moved a hand to my rod, to help me gain access. He seemed to know what to do, and relaxed a little to assist. I went in bareback. Oh God he was tight. The sound of his teeth clenching and his involuntary little yelp at the point of entry were music to my ears. I moved slowly at first, carefully feeding my entire length into his hole until my balls were touching his. I stopped there for a moment while I leaned forwards and played with his nipples. "You're mine now." "Yes Sir." he replied through his still-gritted teeth. I grasped his hips tightly, then started to rock my own, withdrawing my cock and pushing it back in, without removing the tip at any point. Within next to no time at all, I had gone from giving this poor lad an easy start, to ploughing him like a wheat-field. He couldn't remain quiet, and his body juddered intermittently in a crazy combination of pleasure and pain. I slammed in to him over and over, listening to his yelps and watching the constantly changing expressions on his face. I could feel him loosening up as his sphincter gave up resisting against my onslaught and wrapped my arms around him, yanking him towards me with every stroke. If I closed my eyes, all I could see was his flawless body and innocent face, that moment he lay naked on the sofa waiting for me. The perfect storm built within me, and I couldn't hold back as my balls pumped wad after wad of hot sticky sperm into his body. Finally, I pulled out and flung myself backwards at the sofa - spent. Adam took a few moments to recover, then limped off to check himself over, leaving me to recover on the sofa. He came back a couple of minutes later with a glass of water, and what I assume was a couple of painkillers. He chucked them down wordlessly and knelt in front of me. I hesitated before looking into his eyes, in case I saw betrayal, in case it was beyond what he'd been prepared for. When I did look, there was only that beautiful face, biting his lip again, looking at me imploringly. We didn't need words. I leaned down and kissed him tenderly, then between us we gathered our clothes together. We each got dressed, and as I went to leave, he came to the door, I turned, and I stroked his cheek. We knew it had to happen again. This was the start of something incredible for us both. Teaching Adele a Lesson I would like to thank MidnightFalcon for his large contribution in helping me write this story. ********************** I sat in the park watching the swans cruise around the lake. I often relax here and there is nothing as calming as watching them. They are one of the few wild things that mate for life and somehow I liked that thought. Being attached in that way sort of makes me feel good. Although my job as a wardrobe mistress at the theatre for the performing arts, generally doesn't allow me much free time to myself I had tried to make these early hours my time. And there was another reason. My mom is a housekeeper and when she read in the obituary two weeks ago that Craig Andrew's wife had passed away, she figured it would be the perfect opportunity to approach him about taking care of his place. Mom is good at what she does and what better opportunity would there be than to offer her services to a bereaved widower just after he had lost his wife. She had approached him and introduced herself as Monique Tyson and he accepted her offer as a part time housekeeper. When she came home and told me about him, she was obviously more interested in him than just the job. So I decided to check him out for myself. Mom would never approve of me doing this, but she was so enamoured with him that I couldn't resist. Although mom started work at his home around nine in the morning, and finished up around eleven, he would most often, be gone. I learned that he jogged in the park each morning around seven before returning home to get ready to go to work. When my mother began going to his place early I suspected she had some sort of plan and I simply had to know what she was up to. She would show up early and make his breakfast and start the coffee then leave, returning later to do her chores. I know he appreciated it and suspected that mom wanted to be more than just his housekeeper. My mother is a beautiful woman whose only fault is her selection in men. And to compound that, she's somewhat oversexed. When a good looking guy isn't available she spends a good amount of time in her room masturbating. It was obvious that she was on the make again and it was Craig that she wanted because her bedroom activity picked up. So I started to make a trip to the park a part of my morning routine. The first time I saw him, I knew why mom had the hots for him. At the theatre, we always have good looking actors around but this guy was far above average and I simply had to meet him. It would be impossible to ask mom for an introduction. She's sort of possessive in that respect. So I generally just sat there and would smile and waive each time he ran by. Soon he would stop and rest for a minute or two and we would chat about the weather or the swans or anything else that I thought safe to talk about. We also exchanged names but although I told him I was Adele, I never let him know that my last name was Tyson. Even his voice turned me on. I began dressing more provocatively and found that a pair of short shorts that were one size too small seemed to fill the bill. It outlined my tush and when coupled with a snug pull-over that showed my boobs to have erect nipples, I was anxious to see what his reaction would be. It worked but always the gentleman he would try not to stare. The more he tried not to look, the more excited I became and the more daring. I actually got up the courage to stand up and pretend to stumble against his arm so he had to catch me. I felt my breast brush against his arm and I suddenly felt my panties get wet. Just the brief brush of his arm on my nipple was exciting me. I thought, "Oh my god if only he would touch me for real. If only he would hold me in his arms I'd go insane." That afternoon mom called me at work. She asked me to do a favour. She had forgotten to make Craig's bed and wanted me to stop by and take care of it for her. I was floating on air. I imagined all sorts of things happening. Then I got an idea. Several of the costumes in the wardrobe armoire at the rear of the dressing room were very brief and sexy French maid costumes. The one I selected had a knot chiffon halter baby doll with an apron, a maid's hat and a ruffled back thong. The cheeks of my ass and entire back were exposed. Although I'm a 32B cup I thought my derrière was the best part of the costume. The thong wasn't really visible because it was snugged so deeply in between the cheeks of my ass. I topped it off with a pair of spiked heels. If this didn't catch his attention I didn't know what would. I held off going home until just before I knew Craig would be coming home. I had put on the most revealing costume in the cabinet and put a raincoat on over it. Then I drove to his house. Mom had given me the combination to the front door and I parked across the street rather than in his driveway. I let myself in and waited. A half hour later he pulled in and I began my little charade. I heard the front door open then his footsteps coming down the hallway. I had shed my raincoat and now stood bent over the bed making it. My back was deliberately to the door. I wanted to act surprised when he appeared in the doorway. I don't know who was more surprised, him or me. He was so quiet that I had to look over my shoulder to be sure he was there. I continued to make the bed when he must have recognized me. "Adele? My god, what are you doing here?" I turned to face him and sort of wiggled my hips a bit before explaining: "Mom called me and told me she had forgotten to change your bed. So she asked if I would stop in on the way home and do it for her." Your mother is Monique? You're really her daughter? I didn't even think she was old enough to have a full grown daughter. My god where did you get that outfit? You look good enough to eat." I thought to myself. "Oh god if only you would. I'd go insane if you ever did that to me." "Look," he went on, "It's past seven and I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out for dinner, but I don't think you're exactly dressed for it. Would you like it if I opened a bottle of champagne or something and just made some hors d oeuvres? Or something to snack on?" Actually I had a change of clothes in my car, but this was working out better than I had hoped. I returned his smile and told him to open the champagne while I made the snacks. I walked to the kitchen and wiggled my ass provocatively as he followed me down the hallway. Parting in the living room I went to the kitchen while he went to the bar fridge and took out a cold bottle and poured two glasses. Sparkling wine is my downfall. I can't handle it very well but I was so much into this play acting thing, that I was damn if I was going to tell him I get looped on champagne. The snacks were gone, and we had finished almost two magnums of Dom perigon. I directed the conversation most of the evening. Telling him to call me Fi Fi not Adele. I was getting into the play acting thing and felt that since he must have known I was just playing the part, he would overlook my forwardness. It worked but I was not play acting any longer. I wanted him and he was trapped into the scheme and went along with it. I began by taking my little maid's hat off. Then the garter belt and my two lace gloves. Wanting to have him hold me I suggested we put on some music and dance. If he hadn't been holding me close I would have folded up like a limp rag doll. I was in his arms and he had his right hand in the middle of my bare back. I began straddling his thigh and grinding my pussy against him. I was getting wet and actually began to moan under my breath. I reached behind me and pushed his hand down so it rested on the cheek of my ass. He began to respond. And I nuzzled my mouth up into the crook of his neck and began kissing him there. He drew me closer and my breasts were flattened against his chest. I again reached back but now I untied the strap that held the top of my outfit up. At my first opportunity, I stepped back far enough so the Chiffon halter dropped down and my bare breasts were exposed. He pretended not to notice. I couldn't stand it any longer and slid my hands to the front of his shirt and began opening buttons. When the last one had been separated I opened his shirt and pressed my breasts against his bare chest. I felt his hand press more firmly against the cheek of my ass and I ground my cunt harder against his thigh. I was slippery wet by now and there was no way in the world that he didn't know what was happening to me. The way I was riding his thigh brought my own thigh up between his legs and that's when I knew he was just as excited as I was. His cock was tenting his slacks and I could feel the thick hard shaft pressing against my hip. We stopped dancing when the song was over and I slid my hands around his neck and drew his mouth to mine. I made no pretence about what I wanted and my lips locked against his, and opening my mouth, I forced my tongue in deep. He drew a breath and his tongue began duelling with mine. Trying to excite myself more I began to rock my breasts back and forth across his chest. My nipples had become points of sensation and were sending signals directly to my twitching pussy. Mostly because I lost my balance, I pushed Craig back to the sofa and we both fell. Now I was lying on top of him and our mouths were still locked together in a passionate kiss. We both began undressing but since I had almost nothing on, I finished first and began tugging at his slacks. He finished taking his shirt off and now we had our first glimpse of each other. His abs were like a washboard, strong and taunt. His cock stood up almost as if at attention and I hoped he liked what he saw as I knelt over him. My cunt was puffy and slightly flushed. Freshly shaven and quite wet from my grinding up against his thigh. I was panting slightly and my breasts were home to two pink nipples within small aureoles. Having dared go this far, I was frantic to keep him excited. I didn't want to give him a chance to think twice about what I wanted to happen. A woman's first instinct is to capture his cock in her mouth and make him need her. Later I could let him have me anyway he wanted but right now I wanted his cock in my mouth. Actually up to that point nothing really intimate had happened and I knew that once I started sucking him off I wasn't going to be satisfied until I had fucked him. Once I put his cock in my mouth and held his heavy balls cupped in the palm of my hand I got this intense twitching deep in my pussy. I wanted him to go down on me. I needed to cum in the worse way and without hesitating I moved so I could suck his cock and still straddle his face so he could do me. What happened next was surreal. I was bobbing my head up and down like a woodpecker and trying to get as much of his cock down my throat without gagging when he slid his hands over my hips and his palms clutched my ass firmly. He held me a fraction of an inch above his mouth when his tongue came to life. I gave up even trying to suck him off. I was too engrossed in my own enjoyment. His tongue was like magic and my toes were beginning to curl up. Suddenly he lifted me up and rolled me off him. Then he took me in his arms and we headed down the long hallway. I had assumed we were going to his bedroom but we passed the door and went thru another doorway and he carried me down a flight of stairs and into a dungeon like room. I was confused but not really frightened at this point. The champagne was still dulling my senses and probably my will to resist as well. Thinking he had decided to play a game of get even, I went along with him when he fastened my wrists to the armrests of a chair using polished silver manacles then my ankles to the chair legs using similar cuffs. The chair had a back that was opened so my ass was exposed. When he carried me in, the room had been dark, now gas scones along the walls were flickering with gas lights that had ignited automatically. Craig smiled and told me to just wait, and that he'd be back shortly. Leaving, he locked the door, not that I was going anywhere, I was securely bound to the chair. Looking around the room I was amazed at the array of sex toys and devices that were either fastened to the stone walls or hung from the beams across the ceiling. The whole room was dedicated to providing sexual pleasures of various kinds. Forty five minutes later I heard the door being unlocked. My mouth dropped open. He had called my mother and brought her to the cell. She wore a long black leather coat cinched at the waist. Craig had put on pants, but not ordinary pants, tight form fitting leather pants. Turning to mom he asked. 'What do you think Monique? I told you she wasn't hurt, just as I promised, I'd wait for you to arrive and punish her. Here, let me help you off with your coat. Then we can begin." I was humiliated. Being bound to a chair and nude in front of my mother was degrading but when Craig helped mom out of her coat I couldn't believe my eyes. Craig took moms coat and stepped aside. There was my mother wearing a black leather choker/collar with silver spikes, Clover clamps on her nipples with a swaying chain attached. Looking lower she was dressed in crotchless black leather under bust corset that held her 34C breasts exposed and out. Further down I saw her knee high black leather spiked heels. Even her make-up was Goth. I had never suspected she had this side to her. Craig handed her a leather whip and she circled me slowly tapping the handle against her palm. Suddenly she paused behind me and then I felt the stinging hot sensation. I bolted up trying to avoid the inevitable. Again the whip slammed against my derrière and again I squealed aloud and bolted. Then she came to stand directly in front of me. Her legs slightly parted, her hands on her hips and the whip dangling down from her clenched fist. "You little slut. What makes you think you're good enough for him? I told you to just come over and make up his bed, not try to seduce him. Did you think you have what it takes to seduce a real man? You disgust me. Do you think my visits each morning were just to make coffee? My god how stupid you are. You're nothing but a wannabe slut and not a very good one at that." That really hurt. To find out that my mother was already involved with Craig was humiliating and now I began to be frightened. Not just of Craig but my mother too. She had punished me and told me off so why was I being held here? I found out in short order. Craig brought a device over and pressed it to my pussy. A curved portion entered me and the other part of the C shaped device nestled firmly over my clit. It would be impossible to dislodge, It gripped me firmly pressing against both my G spot and clit. Then he turned the diabolical device on and I felt the most intense erotic sensations imaginable. Craig left only to reappear again. Now he wheeled a low platform to where mom was standing and locked down the pedestals at each corner. It was actually a rather low bed of sorts. Mom turned and looked at him. Now reaching down she clutched his groin and leaned over wrapping her other arm around his neck. Pulling him to her she kissed him deeply. Moments passed before she tired of the kiss and reaching down began pulling his leathers down. Now he stood before us. Fully stripped he awaited mom's approval. It came in the form of action. Monique knelt on the platform then falling forward she was supported on knees and outstretched arms. She was staring directly at me. Her breasts were free and the nipple clamps holding the chain tugged at her breasts. Craig stood behind her and I watched her mouth open, almost as if shocked, as he penetrated her. Slowly he swayed his pelvis and his hands held her hips. With each slow, measured thrust, he drew her back onto his cock. The chain swayed beneath her. I was being mechanically masturbated while being forced to watch my own mother being ravished by Craig, and she was sobbing for more. I don't know if the word Depraved would fit but she was relishing the plunging cock as if there were nothing else in the world at that moment. She had a look on her face that was sometimes agony, and yet ecstasy. She was beyond reality existing in a surreal world of sensations that were being transmitted visually to me. I began having orgasms that left me breathless and straining at my cuffs. One would hit me and mere seconds later another and still I watched my mom as she twisted and heaved in obvious orgasmic ecstasy. Craig was a satyr and I wanted him. I wanted what he was giving my mother. I needed that hard cock more than life itself at that moment. I screamed for him to stop. He was fucking my mom and she was beyond herself and I was being milked of all my senses by the wicked device he had clamped to my cunt. And strangely, I wanted what my mother had. I wanted his cock to be inside me, doing exactly what he was doing to her. Not because I wanted to protect her, but because she was getting what I craved. Over and over she orgasmed and still he pummelled her cunt. After an eternity he suddenly raised his head and stared up, he panted and suddenly spasmed. Short jerking thrusts pumped cum into her twitching body. Not completely spent, he drew out and approached me and holding his thick shaft down, shoved it into my open mouth. I closed my lips around the thick shaft and sucked hard, gulping down the stringy stream of viscose fluid that continued to spurt in pulsing jets. My mother was slow to recover. Feebly she pushed herself up and stood swaying before me. Not fully recovered her body twitched uncontrollably as the aftershocks of her orgasms subsided. She looked at Craig almost drunkenly and barked. "Fuck her! Fuck her hard Craig! It's an order, not a request! Do it! The little slut wants it and I want to watch the little bitch get what she thinks she wants. Although I don't think she really can handle what you have." Craig kept his cock in my mouth, gently moving his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth slowly. When he was drained he pulled out. I tried to chase it but he moved too far back. Slowly he went to his knees and removed the vibrating device. It came out with a soft salacious popping sound followed by a gentle stream of my own glutinous juices. As he unfastened the restraints around my ankles, my mother lowered a dangling tangle of leather straps from a T frame suspended from the ceiling. She carefully spread them into a predetermined pattern on the floor. When Craig had finished opening the clasps on my wrists he led me to the Sex swing mom had opened on the floor and they both helped me lay face up on the web of straps. My ass was placed on the widest strap, my legs ankles and upper arms in narrower loops. Another rather wide strap was placed under my shoulders and lastly my wrists were again secured to yet another set of shrouds. Mom stood back and smiled down at me and whispered.... "You're going to love this, my sweet little baby. We can play spider and the fly all night long if you want. But then my baby might pass out from the pleasures we have planned." Then she turned and nodded to Craig. Suddenly I was being lifted up in the tangle of straps. At a precisely predetermined height mom had him stop and I was now gently swaying back and forth. The flickering gaslights cast a macabre flickering series of shadows against the stone walls and now Craig moved behind me. Mom came over with a thick floppy black baton and patiently painted one end of it with some sort of clear lubricant. She then moved between my swaying legs and spread me wide. At that point Craig pulled on the two straps supporting my arms and the web now held me almost vertical to the floor. My head, supported only by the strap under my shoulder, hung down. Teaching Adele a Lesson I knew what we both wanted. I wanted his cock in my mouth and he wanted to feel me sucking him until he was rigid and firm again. What I hadn't expected exactly was what my mother was doing between my already excited cunt. While I was obligated to take Craig's cock deep in my open mouth I felt my labia being forced apart and the thick black dildo being inserted. Craig stood still. As mom began fucking my pussy with her toy, the swing began to slowly move back and forth. The more she drove it in the more I rocked and the deeper his shaft went down my throat. Whatever it was mom had put on the rubber device she was plunging in and out of my pussy was obviously making my tender membranes much more sensitive. I thought I detected a slight scent of menthol and the sensitivity of my womanhood grew with each thrust. By now I had aligned my throat with Craig's swollen cock and I knew I was going to take it completely down my throat. Then I thought. "My god. Oh my god I have it all in my throat, I feel his balls tapping against my nose. Oh lord, I'm going to die if I don't cum again. I want it so much and they're taking my body and mind from me." Then I heard mom ask. "You ready Craig? She got your cock ready for some fun yet? He reluctantly took his cock away from me and traded places with my mother. Mom, now holding my shoulders still, stopped the swaying swing and held me. Craig was now between my thighs and I felt his fingers moving between my pussy's lips, spreading them. Then his warm breath and more menthol filled my nostrils. He held a capsule within his mouth and breaking it, captured my clit between his lips. My mother held me still but reaching over placed small thimble sized vacuum cups over each of my nipples I had been tilted up, almost in a sitting position and I could see how my nipples had been drawn up into the clear cylinders. There was no pain but just the sensation of being expanded. As Craig continued to lick and lap at my pussy, she began massaging my breasts almost as if adoring their firmness and shape. Then it began. He was getting to me. My pussy began to slowly contract and I actually felt a sensation as if my toes were curling up. The contractions became more intense and frequent. Then my abdomen tensed and the overwhelming onset of an intense orgasm began. He captured my clit between his lips and lashed it with his tongue. His fingers entered and began to stroke firmly up behind my pelvic bone and finding my G spot began rubbing the balls of his fingers in and out. I screamed as I came, and I heard my mother laughing at my obvious surrender to that most intense feeling of surreal pleasure. I went rigid in the swing then the next wave of sensations coursed thru my body. Again I strained and felt the delightful shocks rock my entire body. Lights flashed in my mind and I continued to babble. "Yeah, oh yes....... Yes....... Good, it feels good." Then it was repeated again and again until I was just babbling incoherently to myself. No torture could be so wonderfully intense. I was in the most beautiful agony imaginable and still he used his mouth to seduce yet another and another climax out of my trembling body. Perhaps I passed out. I don't know for sure. But now I lay limply in the shrouds of the sling. He was standing now. Moving closer to me I felt his cock sliding up and down the cleft of my pussy. Then he found the portal and entered. At first I felt the stretching sensation. The lining of my pussy was hypersensitive and as his thick cock stroked the tight tunnel that was my pussy, I simply couldn't get enough. Mom had vanished and I stared at Craig watching his face as he worked his rigid cock in and out of my juicy opening. Suddenly mom was somewhere beneath me and I felt the ring of my tight little star being massaged. She was using that sensitizing solution on me back there and I thought I would faint. Then she forced that black thing in and began fucking my ass with it while Craig continued to pummel my cunt. The shock waves began and my low, "Unh, unh, unh," grunts became more urgent. I began counting to myself, in out, in, out, in, out. Slowly the pace quickened and I went rigid and stared at him.......... "Fuck,.....Fuck..... Fuck me! I want it! Do it.....Fuck me and give it to me. Finish it! Fill me with cum. Gimmee it you bastard. Fuck my slimy cunt and finish me. Oh MOM... Make him cum! Mom I want it more!" He began grunting. His pelvis moved faster and his thrusts became deeper and more desperate. His cock was now so rigid that he was lifting me up with it each time he drove in. He was beating my clit with his pubes each time he thrust and I came long and hard before passing out. The fog lifted and I lay on a bed. The room was shrouded in darkness and my body ached. My pussy still tingled and twitched spasmodically and my breasts were sensitive and strangely swollen. I had apparently wet the bed and I was still in restraints. Craig and Monique sat on the bed next to me in the dimly lit room and began to massage my body. The warm oil was spread over my abdomen and breasts. While mom massaged my breasts Craig was rubbing my feet and legs. When he got to my pussy he began working on my inner thighs. His hands seemed so smooth and slippery. In the dim light I could see that he wore rubber surgical gloves and now he began to be more intrusive. Massaging the tingling lotion into my puffy cunt. Using first two fingers, then three he worked his fingers in stretching me open. Then he had four fingers in me and his thumb was wobbling back and forth over my swollen clit. I wanted to cry out. Now he placed his thumb in his palm and stacked his fingers together making his palm sort of curl over them. Slowly he began pumping his hand in and out. With each stroke I felt more violated and strangely I needed more, I wanted him in deeper. I heard my mother ask. "How is she doing Craig? Is she going to be able to take it?" He kept working his folded fingers in and out as he answered........ "She'll be fine. I'm almost there.... Ah yes I am in Monique." He gently began fucking my cervix with his clenched fingers. Sometimes spreading them and twisting them, and at other times nudging his curled fingers up against my cervix. I was totally relaxed now and almost in a trance. Mom kept kneading and massaging my nipples as Craig continued to fist me. Slowly euphoria crept in and I was so relaxed and dreamy that it was almost like meditating. I had the sensation of being filled and though I would never have expected it. I started contracting hard on his fist. I drew a deep breath and Sobbed aloud. "Oh my god I'm cumming! Mommy I'm cumming now!" She seemed pleased as she whispered, "Good girl, we knew you'd like it. He's good isn't he? Doesn't he make you feel like your floating on clouds? Keep cumming honey, you can keep going baby. Just feel it and let it come on in waves." I did just that until I finally felt his fist move out of my spasming pussy. Mom took off the vacuum cups and again I was left alone. Morning came and the light began to stream in the window. Suddenly Monique, Craig, and another young man appeared in the doorway. Being spread eagle as I was made me uncomfortable in the presence of the young man. He was familiar in a way but until Craig introduced him as his son, I didn't pick up on the feeling of having met him somewhere. Craig spoke to his son. What do you think Mike? Her mother and I are training her. I think Monique would like us to do her together. Mike smiled at me and then turned to his father and nodded before asking: "Want to DP her like we did that woman in Bangor Main?" Craig looked at my mother for approval and when she nodded the men began to strip down. Mom opened her house coat and exposed her firm breasts and shaven cunt to Mike. "You really can pick um dad. They're both beauties. How do you want to do this so no one is left out?" That's when mom took charge. "Set her free. With the three of us here she isn't going to be a problem." Then she looked at me and told me to stand up. Mike you get on the bed and lay on your back. Adele............ suck his cock until he's good and hard. I'll work on Craig." Strangely I wanted to arouse this young man and relished my chore. He was an identical twin to his father in the cock department. Not less than eight inches long and probably two inches thick I felt as If it were déjà vu all over again. I had had this cock in my mouth just hours earlier in the cell. I suspected what was going to happen and I was slightly apprehensive about taking this young mans shaft in my ass. Both father and son were quickly prepared. Mom coated Mikes cock with oil and had me straddle his cock, facing his feet. Slowly I lowered myself and after several attempts relaxed enough for him to make entry. Now I was sitting with my derrière resting on his pelvis. Mom came over and did what she always did best, supervised. When Craig moved to kneel between Mike's and my legs I lay back, supported against Mikes chest. Then Craig moved his stiff cock up and slid it between the swollen rolls of my outer lips. Suddenly he swivelled his hips forward and I was pierced by his fat cock. I have never felt anything like it before. Mom took a side chair and watched two marvellously sexy men fill both my ass and my pussy at the same moment. As Craig would thrust, Mike would draw out slightly only to return as his father prepared for his next drive. In and out, like a metronome they worked my body. I would feel one enter as the other withdrew only to feel each replace his cock in the void provided. I was beyond sensations, I was delirious and the feelings were coursing thru me as if an electric eel were alive in my cunt. Turning to mom, I watched as she thrust that diabolical black dildo she had used earlier, in and out of her cunt. The room was hot and reeked of sex. The sounds of our grunting, our bodies glistening with perspiration only heightened the erotic nature of what we were doing. I was enjoying the services of a man and his son at the same time. I was the source of their pleasure. And they, mine. I couldn't tell if my pleasure was from being fucked in my slippery pussy or my well oiled ass, but each minute that passed I would have an orgasm that left me shuddering. and waiting for the next. They went on. Neither had cum nor gave any indication that they were even close to being satisfied. I heard mom moaning as she reached climax after climax and our voices sometimes blended into a crescendo of obscene declarations. "I'm cumming again............. Me too, Oh fuck it feels so good, Oh my god shove it in deeper Craig, It's cumming again. Holy shit that's strong. Gimmee more!" And it went on and on. Mom must have needed a break. Now she appeared behind Craig and with her little riding crop began slapping his balls and buttocks, ordering him to go faster, or deeper. "Fuck my little Adele good! Aah that's it Craig. Look at her. She's drooling and slobbering all over herself. See her tits bounce. Fuck her faster Craig! She's going to cum again. Oh my god just watch her go! Keep riding her hard." Mike was the first to finish. I heard him grunt to his father. "Gonna fill her ass, dad. Giving her a load now.... Yeah, here it comes!" He suddenly stopped heaving his cock up into my ass and I felt him give short thrusts as he filled me with his cum. Then he just laid there with my tight ass impaled on his cock. Mom now devoted her attention to Craig. Urging him on, and I loved it. She was helping him do exactly what I wanted. Fuck me until I could feel him shoot his hot sperm in my cunt. When he too, moaned and tossed his head back sobbing aloud, "I'm there. Here it comes baby. I'm fuckin coming now!" He mimicked his son. Suddenly he thrust deep and hard. Holding his shaft deep he spew his warm cum deep inside my cunt before drawing out. Mom quickly dropped down and began lapping the thick globules that formed and bubbled out of my pussy. Actually swallowing the mix of my juices and Craig's cum. As she stabbed her tongue in deeper trying to glean the last of the sapid fluid, Craig moved behind her ass and inserted his rigid cock into her cunt. Still coated with the remnants of my wetness, he slid in easily and mom never even stopped lapping at my pussy for even one second. I sat there. Mikes cock still buried in my ass, my body leaning slightly back as my mother sucked the dredges of cum from my pussy while Craig fucked her unmercifully. He was a stallion. Moving from one mare to the next and never pausing. He leaned over moms back and with one hand, reached under her waist and clutched her breast. With his other hand he began spanking her ass as if urging her to rock back on his cock harder and faster. When she came, she paused lapping my cunt and looking up, smiled. Her face glistened with the creamy goo that she had been lapping up and she let out a long moan before collapsing. She was satisfied and we were both exhausted. We lay there for almost an hour before finally helping each other to the spa to bathe and lick our wounds if that is the proper term for ultimate satisfaction and exhaustion. I guess I was the first to fully recover and I truly tried to entice Mike into cumming again but it didn't work. He told me he'd feed me in the morning, and I laughed, knowing exactly what breakfast would consist of. The king sized bed in the master bedroom barely accommodated the four of us but it was cozy and I fell of to sleep as we fooled around trying to impress each other with our stamina and endurance. I woke up early. Just at sun-up and I was alone. Laying there I heard moans and cries coming from elsewhere in the house. I got up to explore the source. It was coming from the basement. Entering the cell I saw mom in the centre of the room with her legs folded, kneeling on a Symbian and a wide strap around her nude body. Two chains were attached to either side and held her securely lashed down to the vibrating device. Her hands were manacled in front of her and she was going wild, thrashing her head and her breasts flailing as she screamed aloud. Craig and Mike stood to one side watching her. They held the controls and were increasing and manipulating the intensity of the diabolical fucking machine. I really didn't understand the implications of what was going on until I looked at the shelf to the left. There, the various sized attachments for the machine were kept, and they were aligned in the order of size. The largest and most huge one was missing and probably in mom's dripping cunt. If memory served me, it had to be at least twelve inches long and probably three inches in diameter. Craig and Mike were talking to her and after she was able to lift her head she looked at them as if in a stupor. The two of them were slowly stroking their cocks as they watched her pant uncontrollably. Then they would start it up again asking her if that was enough. She refused to answer and they turned it up onto high. She threw her head back and bolted up. The rubber dildo thrust up and Mom threw her head back. She flung her head around slinging her hair from left to right. And her breasts gyrated up and down. Suddenly she let out a mournful groan of satisfaction and fell forward. My first impulse was to rush to her aid but I turned and watched as father and son continued to stroke their massive cocks even faster. At that point I didn't give a crap about mom. She had humiliated me and I wanted revenge. I moved to Mike and took the control away. Then I smiled wickedly at them and turned to watch my mother convulse as I turned the knob to high. She lifted her head and screeched. "Not again. I can't do it again!" I smirked as I answered her. "Yes you can my mommy dear, oh yes you can and Craig and Mike are going to milk their cocks for you and wash your sweet body in cum." I watched as she sat bolt upright. The men came over to her and began jerking their cocks faster and faster. She stared at them with her mouth open as if to cry out and in the throes of yet another orgasm she screeched. "Give it to me! I want it all!" The ribbons of cum arched up and splattered on her face. Some in her mouth, yet more in her hair and on her breasts. It never seemed to stop and again she heaved up and screamed, I am, Oh dear god I am! It's coming again." I let the machine wind down, then stop. Standing there, with my legs parted and my hands on my hips, I was in charge, and I told the men to unshackle her and take her up to the spare bedroom. I watched as they did my bidding each took an arm and lifted her up. I let out a gasp as inch by inch the dildo was drawn out. Fully eleven or twelve inches long it suddenly exited her swollen pussy. They lay her on the floor. I inadvertently turned the machine on again and watched the faux cock wiggle and wobble above the machine like some cobra seeking a victim to strike. I could just imagine what that must have felt like. I was so aroused I became frenzied and dropped to moms side and began lapping up the globules of cum my attendants had obediently spewed over her body. Swallowing some but saving the last I stood and went to Mike and gave him a deep kiss, forcing my tongue deep into his hot mouth. Then standing back, whispered, "That's your reward for being a good boy." Laying Monique on the bed Craig had us bring a bowl of ice and a cloth and he began to tend to moms pussy. It was so engorged as to appear purple and her clit so enlarged that it peeked out between the puffy rolls of her cunt. Applying the cold water to the surface he took several of the cubes in his mouth. Sucking on them until all sharp edges had been melted he began feeding them into her vagina. One at a time he pressed each in until he was satisfied. Leaving her there, unconscious we went to the living room and I made drinks. Bringing the drinks to father and son I noticed that they had apparently agreed on something. Sipping their drinks until they were drained, they moved rather menacingly towards me. I took one step back but they each took one of my arms and walked me to the master bedroom. Again I was laid down and secured by ankles and wrists. Each took a side and lay beside me. Now Craig began running his fingers thru my hair and kissing me deeply. Mike started kissing and licking my shoulder and worked his way down to my breast, then my nipple was captured within his hot lips. As father and son caressed me I felt my body respond. Now each was sucking on a nipple and massaging my breasts. When one would abandon a nipple the other brought my breasts together so he could tend to both. Mike worked his way down. He planted a series of kisses in a path down to my trembling pussy and began to explore it with his tongue. Craig continued to excite my nipples and I knew I was lost again. Just about the time I started begging them to let me finish, Mike knelt between my thighs and I felt his shaft move snakelike inside. Craig went to his knees and presented his semi erect cock to my waiting mouth and as Mike satisfied himself by filling my waiting cunt with his sperm, Craig satisfied my need to suck cock. Now spent, Mike drew out and took his fathers place. Having me lick and suck him clean. Now Craig like his son penetrated my awaiting cunt and began sawing in and out. Lasting longer than his son, he induced me to orgasm repeatedly until I felt him too spew his seed deep inside me, mixing with that which his son had just deposited. I was almost as spent as my mom had been and I don't even remember being released. It was a family thing, father/son, mother/daughter, and it's that way even today.