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The Lesson Ch. 01

By: romane



Written by Romane  Translated by Her Solitary Dreamer

Here is a lesson to be learned: There is nothing more embarrassing than being surprised by your mother while you are fucking your boyfriend. Right? Wrong. My mother certainly surprised me, but she not only surprised me with my boyfriend, she also surprised me with my cousin, Anne. We were both in my bed, amusing ourselves with my boyfriend. She came into my room right after Marc had cum in Anne's pussy, and as Anne was sucking on my clitoris. She did, however, have the kindness to wait for Marc to finish his business.

"The fun's over," she said.

Once Marc had left, running all the way home, she said to us, "We'll talk about this later! Let's eat!"

My mother was very beautiful when she only wore a gown. Lunch was superb, and the wine was excellent. Perhaps just a little too excellent, I would say. I thought that she was a little too cool after having found my cousin and me, with my cousin sucking on my pussy. She lectured us, telling us that we were old enough to know how to protect ourselves, even though she knew that Anne was on the pill. She was not enraged, but simply irritated. She sent us to our rooms. Anne found her way to the guest room, and I collapsed on my bed. My mother told us that she would look for a punishment that would serve as a lesson for us.

I was too old to receive a spanking, and the idea of spending summer vacation vacuuming carpets and washing the windows did not sit too well with me at all.

I heard my mother make a few phone calls before she went to work. I heard her type on the computer, and then I heard the printer begin to hum.

She then called us into our living room, where she gave us paper and pens.

"Respond to this questionnaire honestly! I will give you thirty minutes," she said.

With her voice, she accentuated the word "honestly," and that seemed curious to me.

She again sent us to our rooms, alone, in order to respond to the questions. It was a sort of sex quiz, and I thought that she wanted to test our knowledge.

The first questions were a little easy:

-- Have you had sex? If yes, how many times (approximately)?

-- Do you masturbate? If yes, where and when?

I went through, all the way to the end of the questionnaire, and responded honestly. (Yes, more than ten times, yes, two times a week, wherever I want.)

I stopped on the following questions:

-- Have you put anything into your ass? What?

-- Have you had anal sex? How many times? Did you like it?

-- Have you had oral sex? Giving or receiving? Did you like it? Why?

-- What is your favorite sexual position? Why?

-- What is your favorite sexual fantasy? (Briefly.)

-- Have you already made love with another woman? Did you like it?

-- Have you had sex with two or more people at the same time?

You get the idea. There were around thirty-five questions, and with only thirty minutes, we were supposed to respond to all of them as honestly as possible. I skipped over the questions that were not interesting, and I lied on the others.

My mother, however, gave us forty minutes. She collected our forms from us, and sent us back to our rooms.

Ten minutes later, she called Anne into her room, and kept her there for at least fifteen minutes.

She called on me in turn. I passed Anne on the way, and she had a contrite look about her.

"My dear," my mother began, "I am happy that you like sex, but you have something to learn about it. It is not the most important thing in the world, you know?"

I shook my head in agreement. She told me that sex was an amusement, that sex and love were two different things, and that sex WITH love was the best possible thing. I again shook my head in agreement.

She gave me a page from one of the forms, and asked me to read it. I did so, and realized quickly that it was written in Anne's left-handed script. Anne had responded honestly, to the extent that my memory serves me, saying that she had had sex, that she masturbated almost everyday, that she practiced anal and oral sex, that her favorite position was the "missionary" position, that she had slept with women (me included), and that she had practiced group sex. But what surprised me most was her fantasy. To have her pussy eaten by Julie while three guys pleasured her before a group of spectators. I am Julie! My mother's eyes gleamed when I looked at her. I recalled what I had written, (my form was now the second given to examination), which was that I wanted to make love to two guys outside, under the warm sun, no matter who would see us.

"Anne shares an interest in common with you," she said to me. "What do you think of that?"

I liked Anne, and we had discovered a number of things together over the years.

"That pleases me a lot!," I said to her honestly.

My mother had a smile on her face, and sent me to my room. I realized that she had probably shown my responses to Anne, and felt a little embarrassed for not having been as open and honest as she had been in her responses.

My mother made some more phone calls. Whom could she be calling? Was she possibly telling someone about what took place? Could she possibly be talking to her sister about the poor manners of her daughter?

She called us into the living room. She asked us to take our showers, to shave our legs, to put on the clothes that she was going to choose for us, and to do all of this as quickly as possible, since we would be going out around 6:30. That gave us only about forty-five minutes.

Anne and I then went to the bathroom, took off our clothes, and jumped into the shower. With the clock against us, we did not have time to play, (at least not as much as we would have liked).

We dried off with towels, and returned to our rooms. On my bed, my mother had placed a light linen dress. I went to my chest of drawers to find some underwear, when I noticed something under my dress. There was a garter-belt, electric blue in color, and a pair of nylon stockings. Something told me that, whatever my mother had planned, I was certainly going to like it. When I opened the drawer, in order to take out some panties, I found the drawer empty. Inside, there was a note: "You will only wear what is on your bed."

My mother had also placed a pair of sexy shoes on the bed. I dressed, fussing with the strange clasps of the garter-belt. The linen dress was transparent and light, stopping at my thighs, revealing, from time to time, the top of my stockings. I have nice breasts, and the snug and clingy dress drew them together even more, causing my cleavage to swell and bulge.

Once I was dressed, there were only five minutes left for me to dry my hair. My cousin had long blond hair, which always caught the eyes of young men, while my hair stopped at my shoulders. I was blonde like her. I heard Anne drying her hair. I quickly put on my makeup, and met up with Anne and my mother at the door.

Anne was marvelously dressed in a miniskirt, dark stockings, and a peach-colored bolero top that revealed her bronze skin and her tight, sexy tummy. Her hair was dry, while mine was still wet. One of the benefits of living in the south of France is that your hair will dry quickly, especially in summer.

My mother was wearing a rather sensible dress, and in the Nylon gym bag that she had in hand, I thought that she must have had her gear. That evening was a Thursday, and she always went to the gym on Tuesday and Thursday evenings.

She had us climb into the car, and began to drive, ignoring the questions of Anne, who wanted to know where we were going.

As we were about to make our way out of town, she stopped the car in the lower side of town.

"I am going to take you girls to a very special place," she said. "And, now, I want you to obey me completely."

That seemed a touch melodramatic to me, but we gave her our consent. She gave us a pair of black masks, the type that certain people use in order to sleep during the day. My mother worked at a certain casino every evening, and slept throughout the day while I was at school. I had already seen her use one of these masks.

We put on our masks, and after having arranged them, the car was back on the road.

"This place is very special, but I don't want you to know where it's located, at least not right away," she said. "Otherwise, I would no longer be able to control the two of you."

I began to ask myself if there was a brothel nearby, or something else of that sort. Or perhaps there was a nudist camp. All sorts of things crossed my mind.

She drove for more than twenty minutes before the car again came to a stop. She told us to keep on our masks before we entered a building only three feet from the car.

The voice of a woman greeted my mother as an old friend, and we were led to another room. My mother removed our masks. We were in a locker room. I wondered to what sort of sauna or spa my mother had taken us, thinking that we were in the locker room of a gym. My mother opened a locker, asked us to put only our outer clothes and shoes in the compartment, and then asked us to replace our masks once that was done. She turned the corner at the end of the row of lockers, and we heard her open another locker and herself undress. Anne and I shrugged our shoulders in incomprehension, and then undressed, placing our clothes and shoes in the locker.

Anne was not wearing a garter-belt and stockings, but stockings with a Swedish cut, the type of stockings that are open in the front and from behind, and that resemble stockings with a waistband, but are closer to a garter-belt and stockings.

She looked at my garter-belt, running a finger along its straps, and slightly rubbing her hand against my pubes. I sweetly nudged her aside, and we waited for the return of my mother, replacing our masks.

My mother told us that we looked very sexy, and took our hands in order to lead us outside of the locker room.

We emerged in another room, one with a soft carpet that was pleasing to our toes. There were other people in the room, and I felt embarrassed and excited at the same time. The voices began to quiet down.

A woman greeted my mother and asked her if we were ready. My mother said yes, and added that we had been very cooperative. I sensed a presence in front of me, warm, radiant, and sensual. The voice of this woman was sweet, and a little raucous.

"Welcome!," she said. "We are going to help you discover pleasures that you never dreamed of. You can choose to leave at any time, and no one will stop you. You need only say the word ‘chorister,' and you will be able to leave. We will not force you to do anything that you do not want to do, and to indicate that you only need say the word ‘orchid.' Do you understand?"

The sexy voice, ever sweet, seemed to caress my ear. I shook my head in agreement, even though I thought that saying those words was stupid. Anne and I both repeated the words, and explained their meanings. After that, we were asked another question.

"You have both already made love together, isn't that right?"

We responded in the affirmative.

"Well, would you kiss each other for us?," she asked us.

Anne and I, still masked, approached each other and kissed. Our kiss was terribly erotic, since we stood almost completely naked in front of people whom we could not see, our breasts touching, kissing each other tenderly. I knew that, from somewhere in the room, my mother was watching us.

"Good," said the woman.

Another woman came near us, and asked Anne to follow her.

"This way, Anne!," said the other woman.

Her voice was high-pitched, and very pretty. I wondered if she was as pretty as her voice. I thought about the woman with the raucous voice who was next to me: My height, with a beautiful figure, dark, long hair, and a large, sensual mouth.

She led me across the room, and at that moment I began to feel a little nervous without Anne at my side. I was alone in a room packed with people. She led me by the hand up to a place where there was a table, a chair, and a sofa. Then, we kissed a little, and she asked me to spread my legs. Nervously, I did it, stopping myself when she was satisfied.

"Keep your hands on your legs," she advised me.

I felt a hand tenderly caress my breasts, outlining their contours, and then sliding above to where they were most sensitive. Some hands slid around my lower hips, and I felt lips tenderly close around my right nipple. I was certain that it was a woman on account of the gentleness of the touch, probably Miss Sexy Voice herself. I was wrong. I heard her tell me from another place that I was to receive pleasure, and that I would not be able to give pleasure, unless, of course, I was uncomfortable doing so. The lips around my nipple changed breasts, and began their work again. Of course, I wanted to GIVE as well as receive!

I really wanted to kiss the woman who was sucking on my nipple, before nibbling on her pussy. Her lips left my breast, and someone told me to kneel on the ground, as though there were someone waiting to lick my kitty from below, between my thighs. I knelt, feeling someone guide my lower hips, and then I felt a face between my thighs, licking me slowly, then gradually more passionately. It felt so good, and I savored the sensations. Things began to move at a faster pace, and someone on my left began to knead my breast.

I touched an arm, feeling the arm of a man, strong, and a little hairy. I explored him with my hand, and found his phallus swollen with lust. It was not big, but it was beautiful. He caressed his cock while he played with my breast. Another hand came upon my right breast, and my hand quickly found another penis. I liked the idea of having two guys give me pleasure at the same time, slowly and calmly. I was able to hear other voices, moans of sexual pleasure all around the room. The man on my right pressed his penis against my mouth, and I let him enter, tasting his rubbery phallus, and sniffing its musky perfume.

He slid in and out of my mouth slowly, allowing me in that way to lick the head and the shaft of his cock. My sex was dripping with pussy juice, and the person who was nibbling on me liked my wetness so much that she made sure to get me really hot.

The men who were around me switched places in their relay, and I had another phallus on which to suck. This cock was quite nice, not too big, not too small. It filled my mouth as much as was necessary, without giving me the sensation of my lips being stretched wide open. Each man in turn took possession of my mouth, and I became horny as I thought that they would both be able to cum with me.

The woman who was grazing on my pussy, (and I was certain that it was a woman), raised her hands and pinched my breasts and nipples. Her hands caressed me so sensually that I moaned noisily. I was able to hear Anne, who was also moaning, her sweet voice saying that she did not want anyone to stop, even though they were ready to make her submit.

I heard the voice of a man, next to me, asking, "Are the guys ready?," which made me wonder what that actually meant.

As soon as he said that, the woman between my thighs began to suck on my clitoris heavily, sliding her fingers into my dripping pussy. I felt as though I was about to cum, until she abandoned me, drawing her tongue away just at the moment that I was about to cum. I thrust my hips forward, trying to make her understand that I wanted to cum, but she knew how to hold me right on the edge of orgasmic pleasure without allowing me to take the plunge. The cocks were taken from my mouth, which was good, since their withdrawal permitted me to breath heavily and concentrate on my own orgasm.

I decided to indulge myself and pleasure my own clitoris, but some feminine hands restrained me and drew my arms behind me. "Let me cum!," I groaned, but I only heard Miss Sexy Voice respond, telling me that I would be able to cum later.

I tried to make the woman between my thighs suck my clit, wiggling my hips above her face, but I was unable to attain the contact that I so desperately sought. I heard deep moaning and groaning from one of the men around me, and then semen shot in a splash all over my breasts. I felt its warmth running down my breasts and dripping from my nipple. I moaned, desiring to cum myself, when another stream of cum, this one from the right, fell on my jaw. I felt the semen of the other man drip all the way down to my neck before he approached, splashing his cream all over my face and lips. I tasted it greedily, and remembered that I was being watched, not only by strangers, but by my own mother!

A man in front of me came next, his cock gushing and spurting semen as though it were a garden hose. I opened my mouth, and felt it spray all over my tongue, my chin, and my neck. It was delicious, burning, wet, salty, and simply brilliant. I swallowed what was on my tongue, savoring its slightly musky taste. Suddenly, my clitoris was again being sucked. What terrible timing! I pressed myself into the face of the woman, as the sperm that was now running down below my breasts made me quite hot. I moaned loudly, moving and thrusting my pelvis at the arrival of the first surges of orgasmic pleasure. And then, then, THEN SHE STOPPED!

"Make me cum, for the love of God!," I said in a loud groan, before some hands suddenly lifted me up to my feet.

Miss Sexy Voice spoke to me in sweet and sexy tones.

"Your turn will come, but you will have the entire night to think about it."

Shit, she had already told me that.

She took me by the hand, and we walked across the room as the fruits of pleasure, sticky semen, dripped down my breasts, across my stomach, and even between my thighs.

We stopped, and Miss Sexy Voice told me to kneel and keep my hands on the ground. It was then that I felt a penis slide into my vulva. O God, was it big! Another cock pressed against my lips, and I sucked it with greed. The two men worked in unison, one withdrawing from my sex, while the other stuffed me. He who was in my pussy was quite large, and his size pulled and tugged on my pussy lips, which made me shiver as I drew closer to orgasm. I felt a greedy mouth on my right breast, licking the semen from my nipple. The other man continued to thrust into my mouth quite well until, without warning, the other man ejaculated in my pussy, flooding me with his warm semen. I wanted to stretch out on my back and gather as much of his cum for myself. I moaned, and tried to keep his juicy member in my pussy, hoping that he would leave it there long enough for me to cum, but he withdrew his cock from my pussy. As soon as I began to feel his creamy cum drip out of my pussy, my mouth was brutally assaulted by loads of semen from the other guy. I quickly swallowed, hoping to keep his cock hard as long as possible. He withdrew, and then the mouth of a woman pressed against mine, kissing me, licking my tongue, my lips, and even my face. I stuck out my tongue and tasted the semen from her face, and that made me even hornier.

I heard Anne, nearer to me now, moaning as if she were about to cum, and that made me moan as well.

Miss Sexy Voice returned, and made me sit on something that resembled a heavy bench. It was straight and padded. She told me to stretch out on my back, and to spread my legs on either side of the bench.

I felt lips press against my neck, then a tongue began to lick me, while another tongue slid across my left nipple. I felt hands that wandered all across my stomach and my breasts, spreading semen all over my skin. There were two, perhaps three women, touching me. Then, feminine hands slid between my thighs, and fingers spread my pussy lips, rubbing my wet mound, and spreading pussy juice and semen all across my thighs. I was still not satisfied with that treatment, moaning and hoping to receive caresses where I wanted to receive them. I was floating on a cloud, and the women made me so hot that I thought that I was going to go crazy. I reached out with my hands and, from each of them, found a breast, warm, full, and soft. I began to play with them, loving their soft skin. I felt a phallus against my pussy, and I then realized that it was a third woman sliding a dildo into me. I raised my hips as much as possible, allowing her to penetrate me with her enormous dildo as her hair caressed my thighs. I felt so good, so sensual, very much on fire! I did not care about anyone. I was floating, and loving that sensation. The dildo was long and thick, and the woman worked it slowly at first, gradually pumping faster and faster with each of her attacks, until she finally reached the speed and force of a train piston. I was really appreciating her efforts when I felt another dildo press against my ass, and then I became nervous.


The Lesson Ch. 01



You know that I am upset with you because you allowed yourself to cum before me the last time we met. Not only did you cum first, but you actually dared to cum three times before me. You know that you need to do something to please me before I punish you for your indiscretion. After kneeling naked before me for several minutes without my taking notice, you know that your plan isn't working. 

Quickly you go over and get your slave collar from its hook. You crawl to me with it held in your mouth, knowing that this always pleases me. Not this time. I barely take notice of you, causing you to hang your head even lower at my feet. You feel even worse knowing that you are completely naked kneeling before me, a clothed man, and I am not even paying the slightest attention to you. Tucking your arms closer to your sides, you try to cover your breasts, and you lower your ass towards your heels in an attempt to hide yourself further.

Because you are looking at the ground, you are unaware that I am now smiling, pleased at what I am doing to you. "Get up and put that collar away!" I bark at you. "You don't deserve to wear my collar after what you have done."

"I'm sorry…" you begin to say hoarsely, as your throat suddenly becomes dry like the desert.

"Silence! Did I tell you to speak?"

"No, Sir."

"Now do as you were told and return to me." I smile as you quickly rush to the rack where the collar is kept. As you hang it, you pause to make sure it is straight. Obviously you remember the time you hung it crooked and were spanked with it. Bent over my knee I made you feel like a little girl being spanked with daddy's belt, right before I put it around your neck so you could feel its warmth after being used on your tender flesh.

By the time you turn around my smile is gone and you quickly return and begin to lower yourself down to kneel at my feet. When your half-way down I say, "Don't bother," in an uninterested tone. "Just stand in front of me."

Still wanting to please me, you stand perfectly straight but looking down at the floor as much as you can without moving your shoulders, which are being held back as much as possible in an attempt to make you breasts look more pleasing to me. Your eyes are closed in total submission.

I walk past you but stop and turn to stand behind you. You can feel my breath on the back of your neck and can tell that I'm only inches away. Moving this quickly and being this close, it is obvious that I didn't even take a moment to survey your nakedness or even try to comment on the position that you hold. Usually I would have found something wrong and swatted your ass with a paddle while I corrected you. Oh, how you long to hear me call you a slut and paddle your ass while I pose you just the way that I want. But that's not happening tonight. Why? Could I still be that mad at you?

Finally, after what seems like several minutes; I speak, but only in a whisper. "If you want to remain here, you will have to learn your place. You will have to learn what is expected and know what has to be done." I pause after each sentence to let it fully sink in. My breath on your neck is getting heavier. You can tell that I am very upset with you still and am trying to control my anger. Unable to control yourself, you begin to tremble slightly. "Stop that!" I whisper angrily. "I expect you to hold still. Or, do I need to teach you that too?"

"No." is all you can get out. You don't know what else to say or do. Everything you have tried so far has failed.

"No, what?"

"No, Sir. I am sorry, Sir"

"Yes, I'm sure you are. Now where was I before you so rudely interrupted me?" I pause briefly and you can feel my breath even closer and hotter than before. "Oh yes, we were about to talk about your lessons. You have several lessons to learn and I will make sure that they are taught to you properly." I pause again to let you think about what I have said. "Now it is time. Are you willing to learn what I have to teach?"

You are very nervous because you know that I must have something very serious planned for you but do not want to disappoint me any further. Without hesitating any longer you quickly say, "Yes, Sir. I only want to please you. I will do any thing you say." 

With that said, you brief a sigh of relief knowing that I must now be pleased. You have again pledged yourself to me and have vowed to obey me like the obedient little slut you are. I back away and you can feel it. Things are going to be back to normal again. What a relief you think, and let out another sigh.

Suddenly your head is pulled back and there is great pain in your scalp. Your eyes fly open and you're looking at the ceiling. My fingers are still wrapped up in your hair and you again feel my breath but now in your ear.

"Did I ask you to say that you would obey me? I already know that you forgot how to do that. What I asked, is if you were ready to learn…If you were ready to learn how to obey me again."

I leave you to think about that but when you don't respond I pull back more on your hair and twist my fist a bit. You cry out and almost yell. "Yes, Sir. I'm ready to learn."

"And what will you learn slut."

"To obey you, Sir."

"And who will teach you?"

"You will, Sir."

I pause for a moment and then pull back a bit more, softer this time. "That's better. Now you are ready to learn." I release your hair and as you stand there breathing heavy, afraid to touch your now aching scalp. As you close your eyes again, you feel me placing a blindfold over them.

"Your lessons are about to begin," I tell you, "but first you need to be dressed appropriately for your schooling." With that I walk away.

Swallowing hard, you wait to see what I have in store for you. 

When I return, I set down my items and stand behind you. Slowly I reach around you, purposely pressing my chest against you. My cock is as full as it always is and I press it against your ass, making you want it even more. I can feel you breathing in deeply as you wish I were not clothed so you could feel my hardened flesh pressing against your skin.

You feel material around your waist and can tell I'm fastening something behind your back. I then begin sliding it up to your chest and you can guess that it's a bra. As it approaches your breasts I take one arm at a time and insert them through the straps. Stepping in front of you, I pull the front of the bra out and up over your breasts, adjusting each one as I place them inside. I return to stand behind you and you gasp as I unhook the bra and refasten it even tighter. If only you could see how much it presses your tits together so they spill out of the half-cup bra. But you get the idea as you realize that you can't feel any material over the top of your breasts and it feel like you nipples are partially exposed.

With the bra properly adjusted I help you on with your new shirt. Its short sleeved and buttons up the front. Beyond that you can't tell anything else about it. As I begin buttoning up the shirt for you, you notice that it's getting snugger as I get closer to your breasts. I stop when I the buttons are just at your breasts, leaving the top of the blouse unbuttoned. Then I tie the bottom of the shirt into a knot.

Next come the panties. I kneel in front of you and tell you to lift one foot at a time. You have a bit of trouble maintaining your balance with the blindfold on but manage to do you part. It seems awkward for you to be completely dressed without helping at all and having absolutely no say in what you are about to wear. 

As I slide the panties up your legs I am careful not to let them touch your skin. All you can feel are my nails as I let them scratch their way up your legs. You breathe deeply as you feel my breath at your crotch and realize that my mouth must only be inches from your sweet spot, which is dripping wet and steaming hot. As I place the top of your panties over your hips I carefully smooth them out by running my hands over your ass and around to the front letting my fingers slip inside, but pulling them out before they touch your wet pussy. "Damn, your such a slut you already made your panties wet. I hope you're ashamed of yourself."

"Yes, Sir. Please forgive me."

Again I have you lift one leg at a time as I begin to slide something else up your legs. You can tell it's a skirt but that's all you know about it, except that it doesn't feel like all the other material. You begin to realize that everything else felt like cotton, but again that is all you know about what you are wearing. The skirt is fastened by my zipping it up in the back. While I do so, I make sure that I properly run my hands up against your ass and between your thighs. You try to widen you legs without moving them too much. I ignore your actions by taking my hand away and standing up. I can hear you groan out your disappointment as I walk to the other side of the room.

Returning, I set a chair down behind you. "Sit down." Cautiously you back up a half-step to find the chair with your legs and sit down. Again I kneel down behind you and you can feel me putting something onto each of your legs. They also feel like cotton and go up to your knees. You realize that they seem to be knee-high socks. I catch you sliding down into your seat and widening your legs a bit as I adjust your socks. I quickly stand and move behind you. "Sit up you lousy slut!" With a quick tug of you hair, you find yourself pulled up into the chair so your sitting at attention. "That's better."

Kneeling once again in front of you I finish dressing you by placing a shoe on each foot and lacing it up. "Lean forward." Quickly leaning forward you find my hand under you chin squeezing each side of your mouth, causing your lips to pucker. I begin applying lipstick to your lips and you realize that I seem to be putting on more than you would usually wear. 

I instruct you to close your eyes and keep them closed and then remove the blindfold. Picking up a brush, I begin brushing your hair. You breathe a sigh of relief as your scalp is massaged by the gentle brushing that I am giving you. You feel so comfortable being pampered like this. Once it is straight and feeling very soft, I begin separating it in the middle and carefully pull it into two pigtails. 

"Chin up." Quickly you look to the ceiling but still keep your eyes closed. "Next, comes your collar." I can see your face lighten up as you await your leather slave collar. What you feel is a thin delicate piece of lace that is carefully tied behind your neck.

"Stand." As soon as you stand, I turn you around and reattach the blindfold. Without another word you are led to another room to begin your studies.

Once in the other room you are made to stand as I walk around you again, surveying my handiwork. "Are you ready to begin your lessons?"

Swallowing hard you let a slight shudder escape. "Yes, Sir." I notice your head dipping slightly downward as you contemplate what is about to happen.

I remove the blindfold and you see a mirror in front of you. For the first time you can see how you have been dressed. As you already know, your hair is in pig-tails, your lips are been painted a slutty shade of red and there's a black lacy choker around your neck. Your wearing a white short sleeve shirt that is buttoned up to your cleavage, which is now busting out from behind the white half bra that is barely covering your hardened nipples, and the tails of the shirt are tied in a knot to show off your sexy belly. Below that is a very small and skimpy plaid skirt that you are sure will show off you white cotton panties if you dare to bend over more than a few inches. The outfit is completed by a pair of white knee-high socks and a pair of black school-girl shoes.

I can see you admiring yourself and notice the slight smile that you try to hide. You're obviously very pleased with your appearance. Then I see your eyes as they notice the mirror behind you. In this position you can look to the front and see yourself from both sides. From out of the shadows walks your girlfriend. Like me, she is dressed in a suit and tie. The only difference is that she is wearing a skirt instead of slacks. I catch your eyes hungrily looking up and down her legs that are encased in beautiful black stockings. Her skirt is only slightly longer than yours, and barely hides the straps of her garter belt.

Seeing you lick your lips is too much. I quickly slap your ass with my hand making you stumble forward. "You're supposed to be here to learn to be good! Not look at one of your instructors that way. You really are a stupid little slut, aren't you?"

Quickly looking down, you're afraid to answer. "Yes, Sir."

"That is your Head-Mistress and I am your Head-Master. We will be supervising your training today. For your lessons, we have acquired a special desk for you. Are you ready to begin?"

"Yes, Sir. Very ready." 

Your eagerness is amusing as I chuckle and lead you over to a large object in the center of the room. It is covered in a black sheet and you wonder what it is. Making you stand behind it, I nod to your Head-Mistress and she pulls back the sheet. Instantly you shudder and take one step back only to find me blocking your retreat.

Standing before you is a set of stocks, similar to the ones used in the colonial days. It's a large wooden frame with a large hole in the middle and a smaller hole on each side. You remember seeing pictures in history books of people being forced to stand behind one of these with only their head and hands sticking out the front of it. They always looked so uncomfortable and vulnerable in them. The very thought of it almost sends you into a panic, but at the same time you notice a warmth growing between your legs again and a fresh flood of juices coating your inner thighs.

Once again your own body has deceived you as we can see your excitement and laugh at you. I push you forward and make you lean into the stocks as your Head-Mistress fastens you securely within. Finally she speaks, "This will be your desk. Here you will learn your lessons. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Maam." Your voice breaks several times just trying to utter those two simple words.

Once secured in the stocks you instinctively begin to squirm. Trying to free yourself you realize just how helpless you are. Your hands are just far enough from your head that you can't touch it and you are unable to sit or squat without choking yourself. You also can't move your head more than an inch in any direction. Looking forward you can see that the stocks have been strategically placed between the two sets of mirrors so that you can watch yourself from the front and from behind at the same time.

You look absolutely pitiful from the front in this awkward and embarrassing position. From behind you look even worse. Your legs are forced to be completely straight and standing bent at the waist as you are, your skirt is practically sitting on top of your ass so that your wet panties are on display for the whole world to see. 

To make matters worse, I move in behind you and place a long wooden step between your feet. It's about two and a half feet wide and has a leather strap attached to each end. You watch the mirrors in horror as I quickly strap each of your ankles to a strap making the step into a very effective leg spreader. Then you see your Head-Mistress approaching with a smaller step, which she places on the floor directly in front of you. Another look into the mirrors and you can see me hanging several whips, floggers, and paddles onto small hooks that are on the back of the stocks.

The two of us stand before you and you look up at us with fear in your eyes. "I'm so sorry for cumming without permission Master. Please forgive me!"

I shake my head in disappointment at your actions. "You should have thought of that before you disappointed me so badly. I had thought that you were better trained than that. Not only did you embarrass me, but you also embarrassed your Mistress as well."

"I'm sorry Mistress. It won't ever happen again, I promise!"

This last plea only angers her more. "Silence, slut! You're only making things worse. Now I can see that you need this training more than ever. You will receive ten spankings from each of your instructors. After we are satisfied with that we will let you go. Is that understood?"

Ten spankings from each of you? You wonder how you could be getting off so easy. No matter what we used, you know you could handle twenty spankings. "Yes, Maam. I understand."

"Good. Now let us begin." Without warning the first lash hits you on both cheeks. It's hard and loud but takes almost two seconds before you can truly appreciate the pain it brings. We both watch as you bite your lower lip in anticipation. You know that you mustn't scream out or it would surely anger us further. 

Closing your eyes and breathing in quickly as you try to tuck your ass in to avoid another blow shows us that the sting has started to set in. Before you can steady yourself for the next one, your Head-Mistress delivers two more swats, one to each cheek, causing you to lurch forward into the stocks. 

I stand on the step in front of you so you can look directly at my bulging cock that still lies behind my pants. You try to lean forward and instinctively part your lips for it. I grab your hair and pull sharply. "Silly little slut. Who said you could have a taste of my cock?"

Knowing that an answer isn't expected, you wisely remain silent and try not to look at the bulge in my pants as it only tempts you to misbehave again. Much to your surprise you hear the zipper of my pants and open your eyes to see me taking my swollen cock out for you to admire. You swallow deeply as I also pull out my thick sagging balls and let them hang before you. 

"I guess that I may have been a bit harsh to you. If you can reach my balls with your pretty little tongue, I'll let you suck on them. Would that be good for you?"

Immediately you stretch your neck forward and stick out your tongue as far as you can. Every muscle is straining and your tongue aches as it reaches for my balls. Suddenly you hear the unmistakable whoosh just before the impact on your now aching skin. Your Head-Mistress has replaced her paddle with one of her favorite whips. Not being prepared, you let out a yelp and almost bite your tongue that was sticking out of your open mouth.

"I heard that," she says. "Just for that, you can't have his balls for your little snack. Instead you can have his cock. Open your mouth but hold still. But don't let your tongue go near it."

You do as you are told only to find me pointing my cock head toward your open mouth. As it leans towards you, you can see the precum dripping from it and almost let your tongue go after it. Holding back you remain steady as I slowly rub the tip of my cock around your lips. The precum wets them down nicely and you find it hard to keep your mouth open while swallowing hard. Just when you thought it couldn't be any worse, I slowly slip the head of my cock into your mouth so it rubs against the inside of your lips.

As I pull my cock from your mouth you moan softly in disappointment only to feel the sudden impact of your Head-Mistress's whip once again on your tender flesh. Immediately you close your mouth to stifle your scream and find your pussy getting as hot as your aching ass. Your Head-Mistress laughs as you try to rub your thighs together. 

"Is this what you're trying to do?" Turning the whip around in her hands, she rubs the handle against your aching clit through your soaked panties. Moaning louder you try to ride her whip and give yourself your first orgasm. "I suppose I should warn you," she says, "if you cum, the lesson starts over."

With disappointment in your heart, you manage to stop grinding into her whip. How many was that you ask yourself. You try to count the whips so far when you are brought back to reality with another swift blow. This time it was a cattle prod that struck you squarely on your already aching pussy. Almost screaming out you try to lift yourself up onto your toes to get away from your pussy's attacker.




The Lesson Ch. 01



I slowly become aware of my surroundings....it is dark, cold, and clammy. I sit up; feeling a weight on my ankle I look down but it is so dark I cannot see. I slide my hand down my leg gasping as I feel steel locked around my ankle. My fingers continue to feel around my ankle stopping suddenly as they grasp a hold of a chain. I fall to the floor feeling along the chain trying to find out where it ends. I stop at a solid cement wall where the chain is attached. Sobbing, I start to look around, but it was so dark I could barely see my hand.

'HELLO???? IS ANYONE THERE????'

I started shivering, and it dawned on me that I was nude. Where the hell are my clothes? Where am I?

I crawl back to the bed, if you want to call it that. It is more a slab of concrete as I discover when I reach it. I curl up crying, terrified not sure how I came to be in this situation. The last thing I remember was sitting at the bar chatting with a handsome black gentleman. He bought me several drinks throughout the evening, as we argued, but don't remember what the argument was about. I don't remember much after that. Is he the one that brought me here? What am I doing here?

I must have cried myself to sleep as the next thing I knew, loud noises were coming from outside the cell I was in. I blink as a light is shined my way, quickly I sit up on the bed shaking in fear.

'Who are you? What do you want with me? LET ME GO NOW!!' I start screaming at the figure in the doorway. Silently the figure approaches me and before I know what has happened a rope is looped around my wrists and tightened, the chain removed from my ankle and I am dragged out of the cell into a dimly lit space. I look around with fear filled eyes, seeing things that I've only read about. Quickly my hands are raised above my head, and I find myself hanging in the middle of the room, tiptoes barely touching the floor. Before I could mutter a sound, my mouth is filled with a gag, locked behind my head. The shrouded figure roughly pulls my ankles apart latching cuffs to them, leaving me completely exposed. Tears stream down my cheeks as I hang there, terrified about what will happen next.

He stands in front of me; big hands reach up and grab hold of my tits, pinching them tightly. He laughs as I squirm, attempting to loosen his grip. I shake in my bonds, anger starting to flow through my body at his treatment of me.

'Do you remember what you told me last night, bitch?'

I think, trying to remember the night before, shake my head as my memories are gone. Something tells me that I have gotten myself into something I may regret.

'You, my little white bitch, told me that there was no way that any black man could get you to submit to him. You flat out told me that no black man would ever touch your body sexually, and that as far as you were concerned, black men weren't worthy of your time. YET, you continued to accept my generosity by drinking every drink MY BLACK MONEY purchased. So now, I will show you who is superior, and will prove to you that YOU WILL submit to a black man. Your life as you knew it is no longer. You now belong to me, just as my forefathers belonged to your forefathers. You will know pain like never before, and eventually you will beg me daily to beat you.'

With those words, he slapped my face not once, not twice but five or six times. My cheeks were on fire as tears of pain and fear streamed down my cheeks.

Why oh why couldn't I ever learn to shut my mouth?

He moves over to the side of the room, I hear him rummaging around but I can't see what he is doing. I shake, rattling chains as I become more and more terrified. He returns grinning evilly as his hands slowly reach out and grab my nipple. I scream into the gag as lightening flashes through my nipples. The pain won't stop; I look down and see silver clamps attached to my nipples, a chain between the two dangling between my breasts. He kneels down between my legs; I feel his fingers harshly tug on my pussy lips. My body violently shakes as he places two more clamps on my pussy lips, dropping the chain. Before I know it, a large dildo is shoved up into my pussy, I try to lift my body upwards in an effort to get away from the intruder, but eventually my arms tire and I end up lowering myself onto the hard dildo. I hang there with clamps dangling from my tits and nether regions, my pussy filled to capacity as I impale myself on the hard cock sticking up between my legs.

To be continued...



The Lesson Ch. 01



Kajira awoke in a strange bed, confused.

"Where can I be?" she wondered, sitting up. That was a mistake, as her punished buttocks screamed with the pain of the previous day's beating. Wincing, she stood gingerly and went to the window. The room wasn't large, but it was beautifully furnished with a low bed swathed with gauzy curtains, a pristine white wash table and a small chair by the window. Lining the wall under the window was a bookcase, filled with enticing looking books. She picked one up and traced her finger down the spine, longingly. As a slave in the palace she had never seen a book except in the hands of others. Most of the wives couldn't read anyway, so there was little need for a library in the womens' quarters.

She heard a noise from the doorway and dropped the book, startled. A servant came in, bowing low and bearing a pitcher of water. "For the lady." she said, pouring the water into the basin on the wash table and backing out the door. 

Kajira was confused. There was some mistake. She was no lady, she was Kajira, bound to be the lowest of the low. Puzzled, she replaced the book on the shelf and went to the basin to wash. Even the lowliest of the low were allowed to wash, after all. The water was warm and scented with jasmine, and there was a soft towel draped over the bar of the wash table. She took a small cloth and the soap and washed herself thoroughly, enjoying the feeling of the warm, scented water on her punished skin. When she was finished, she folded the towel neatly, redressed herself in the simple linen gown which was all the clothing she possessed, and waited.

It wasn't long before another servant came to the door, this time bearing garments over her arm. Briskly she bustled into the room, shutting the door behind her and placing the garments on the bed. She made a curt gesture for Kajira to raise her arms, and before the girl knew what was happening she had been stripped of her gown and stood naked before the servant. The older woman turned Kajira this way and that, tutting audibly. Then she picked up a garment, a loose tunic of deepest purple, and gestured for Kajira to put it on. The girl did, in some confusion. 

"I am no lady, mistress. I am Kajira, slave to the household." 

The woman didn't respond, merely picking up a pair of diaphanous trousers that gathered at the ankle and bending for Kajira to slip her legs into them. They were softest silk and patterned with a border of stylized lilies. Kajira thought them lovely. When she was dressed, the servant woman gestured for Kajira to sit. The girl did, wincingly. The woman produced a comb from her pocket and a handful of ivory hairpins, then she proceeded to comb Kajira's hair up into a cunning series of braids that she looped around the girls head, making a sort of fiery corona of hair. Kajira put her hand to her head wonderingly. Only the first and second wife were allowed to have their hair braided so, into an intricate and time-consuming style. Kajira tried again.

"I am Kajira, house slave. There is some mistake!" she cried as the woman bade her stand and slip on a pair of soft, embroidered shoes. The woman surveyed her and nodded, a slight smile tugging at her otherwise grim features. She beckoned for the girl to follow as she left the room, and Kajira did so, trembling in all her limbs. Surely she would be beaten again for presuming to be something other than what she was. She followed the servant woman through the light, airy corridors of the large house, so different from the heavy, ponderous dimness of the palace.

They arrived at a door and the woman knocked firmly three times, bowed low to Kajira, and left. Kajira stood there uncertainly. She heard footsteps and she threw herself onto the ground, kneeling with her forehead touching the floor as she had been taught to do at the palace. The door opened and Kajira heard the footsteps stop. There was a long pause during which the girl thought her heart might burst from pounding so loudly. Then, he spoke.

"You have been trained well, my Kajira." Amir's deep voice greeted her, and despite herself she felt a warmth gathering in her loins. "I appreciate your homage but you may stand now." He bent down and took her hand, raising her to her feet. She kept her eyes downcast, confused and frightened. He put one finger under her chin and raised her face to his. "It pleases me that you are so submissive. But I wish to look upon you at this moment." She looked up, pale eyes huge in her face. He smiled down at her and her cheeks flushed pink.

Wordlessly he led her into the room. It was a study, she could see. Books lined the walls, a desk stood in the middle of the room, piled high with papers. The gauzy curtains stirred lazily in the slight breeze, letting in beams of golden sunlight. The vaulted ceiling above seemed very high and she thought how graceful the room was, like the entire house. Perfectly proportioned and full of a soft golden light that made it seem very welcoming indeed. 

"This is my study. I do my work here, and you are allowed in this room only when I summon you." Amir's voice was firm but not unkind. "Do you understand, Kajira?"

She nodded, eyes studying every detail. The globe in the corner, the inkwell and cup full of pens, the multi-faceted starburst lamp hanging from the ceiling. Trying to calm her breathing, she looked back at Amir.

"You needn't be frightened of me, my dear." He said soothingly. "I have brought you here to be my slave, but also to be lady of the household." He studied her face, seeing the confusion and doubt in it. "Let me explain." He sat down in his chair and beckoned for her to come over. When she did, he pulled her gently down onto his lap. She gasped, partly with surprise and partly with the lingering pain of her strapping. "The Sultan gave you to me as a gift, although I wished to buy you from him. You belong to me now. But although you will be my slave, and serve me, you are not the slave of the household any longer. You are nobody's slave but my own. The others in the house will be your staff, as they are mine. That doesn't mean that you can be like the Sultan's wives, however. I expect you to act with kindness and excellent manners at all times. Do I make myself clear?" Amir looked into the girl's eyes as he spoke. "Answer me with your voice, Kajira." He ordered.

"Y...yes Master." She said softly, her tongue coming out to moisten her lips as she spoke. "I understand."

"Good girl. And I enjoy hearing your voice, so no more nodding like a mute. One of those in my household is enough." With a shock, Kajira realized he must mean the older servant who had dressed her. "Yes, Dima is a mute. She had her tongue removed by her former master for gossiping. I purchased her about five years ago, and she has proved a worthy servant to me. She will be your handmaid, dressing you and preparing you for whatever I desire. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master." She replied, with a tiny bit more confidence. His lap was warm and comforting, and the pain that she had experienced so sharply was now fading into a sort of afterglow, tingling in a most disconcerting manner.

"As for yesterday, we shall put it behind us. You did not deserve such a harsh punishment for what was a cruel act by the Sultan's wife, however I had to carry it out or the consequences would have been dire."

"Yes, Master, I understand." She replied, and shyly took his hand and kissed it. He looked pleased. 

"However, I am not a soft Master." His eyebrow raised. "I will treat you with firmness when the occasion requires. And sometimes for my own pleasure. But in time, you will learn to accept it, and perhaps even to gain pleasure from it."

"P...pleasure?" She asked, before stopping herself.

"You may speak to me unbidden, Kajira. As long as your words are respectful you may always speak freely to your new Master."

"How could I feel pleasure from such a punishment, Master?" she asked softly, at the same time understanding a bit from the warmth radiating out from her throbbing buttocks.

"What are you feeling now, Kajira? And do not hold back or I will know." He insisted, once again raising her face to his.

"I...i..." she began, face blazing.

"Tell Master." He growled, and she knew there was no way out of it.

"My...bottom...feels warm and tingly, Master." She admitted.

"And is it unpleasant, my dear?"

"No...it feels very good." Her voice was tiny and shy.

"And do you feel...tingly anywhere else, sitting on my lap and knowing that you are mine?"

"Yes." She whispered, deeply ashamed. She had never felt these things before, and didn't understand them very well.

"Listen to me, Kajira. What you feel is perfectly normal. It is desire, and I feel it too, for you. I am going to touch you now, and you are going to tell me exactly how it feels."

"Y...yes Master." She gasped, as his fingers slipped into the neckline of her tunic and cupped one plump breast. He swirled his fingers around her stiffening nipple then popped the breast out of the top, exposing it to his sight.

"You have a beautiful body, Kajira. There is no need to be ashamed of it."

"But...Master..." she bit her lip as he pinched and examined her breast and nipple.

"Tell me, Kajira. Tell me everything you are thinking and feeling. That is a command."

"As a slave to the palace I was mocked and beaten, and made to do the lowliest chores." She closed her eyes briefly, remembering the disgusting and menial tasks she had endured. "Nobody ever...touched me, because I was so different and ugly."

"That's what the Sultan's wives wanted you to believe, and so they trained you to think of yourself as such. But you are a beautiful and rare creature, a white lily amongst the dusky flowers." His fingers found her other breast and slid the tunic top down her shoulders, baring them both for his scrutiny. She squirmed on his lap, making him chuckle. "What are you feeling, little dove?"

"It feels...very good." She choked out, mortified by her body's reaction but helpless to answer untruthfully. "I like it very much."

"Good girl. Raise your arms." He ordered, and as she did he slipped the tunic over her head, leaving her bare to the waist. Shyly she folded her arms over her breasts but he pulled them away. "Your body belongs to me now, and I will not have it hidden. Is that understood?"

"Y...yes Master." She uncrossed her arms slowly, eyes closed. He continued to play with her breasts, leaning in to suckle on them each in turn. She moaned, unable to control herself.

"Tell me. Tell me what you feel." His voice was husky.

"My breasts are heavy with desire, my Master." She said in a low, embarrassed voice.

"Stand and slip off your harem pants." He ordered, pushing her gently off his lap. She did so, feeling curiously drugged. She slid them down off of her hips, revealing her curves and her fiery mound. "Back onto my lap, darling. Spread your legs for Master."

She did so, eyes fluttering, torn between mortification and desire. His fingers found her slit and he dipped one in, feeling the silky nub hidden between her lips. She gasped, her hips moving forward towards his hand against her will.

"Tell me what you feel, little one." He said, stroking her warm wetness with one finger cautiously so as to not frighten her too much.

"I...ahhh..." she gasped, heat radiating out from wherever his finger and lips touched. "It feels so good, Master."

"Mmmm, my princess. It will feel much better again." He assured her, delving deeper into her aching cunt. His fingers worked her expertly, as his lips devoured her breasts and mouth. She was panting when he stopped. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, a wolfish grin on his handsome face.

"Ohhh, no, please!" she begged, legs spread wantonly, head resting on his shoulder.

"Tell me what you want me to do." He commanded.

"I want you to...I want..." she stuttered, torn between aching desire and shyness.

"Do you want me to do this?" he circled her clit slowly, making her hips buck with desire.

"Ahhh, yes!" she pleaded. "Please, do not stop!"

He continued to tease her, his expert fingers bringing her to the edge of climax again and again as she begged and sobbed with ecstasy and frustration.

"Beg me, Kajira. Beg me for release." 

"Please Master! I beg you...please let this worthless slave dance on your fingers!"

"As you wish." He plunged two fingers deep into her swollen pussy and used his thumb against her erect clit, fucking her deeply with his hand, bringing her spiraling up, up, up until she exploded, her wetness and desire erupting into a writhing, gasping climax.

"Oh, Master, yes! Yes! Oh, please! YES!" she cried, creaming onto his hand, her moisture squirting from her as her orgasm racked her body. She panted, spent, as he cradled her. Slowly she came down from the heights of her pleasure, hiding her face shyly in his chest. After a time he removed a cloth from his pocket and began to clean her girl cream off of her thighs and his hands.

"That was quite a show, little dove." He smiled.

"Thank you, Master." Her voice was muffled against his shirt front and he drew her clinging body gently away. 

"Now, Kajira, it is time for your first lesson in pleasuring your Master." He took her hand and placed it against the straining bulge in his trousers. Her eyes grew wide.

"Do you know what that is?" he asked her, rubbing her little palm up and down the length of him.

"It is the snake with one eye." She replied shyly. "I have heard the other girls and the wives talking of it, and of how men use it for their pleasure, hurting women."

"Some men do, Kajira. But sometimes it is a tool of pleasure for both men and women." He explained, looking deeply into the girl's worried eyes. "Did you enjoy what I just did to you?" 

"Yes, Master, very much." She said quickly.

"Do you want to please your Master?"

"O! So very much!" she cried.

"I will teach you how, and it will be a pleasure for both you and me." He assured her, lifting her gently off his lap and placing her on her knees between his legs.

She looked with alarm at the sizeable bulge in his trousers, and back up at his face. "It's all right, Kajira. Touch it." She put her hand out and cupped the bulge, stroking it awkwardly. He moaned slightly as her fingers explored him inexpertly. "Take it out now." He ordered, and she unfastened his trousers and slid her hand inside gingerly. "You won't hurt me, little one." He assured her as she slipped his member out, gasping at length and girth of it.

"Do you know where it goes, little dove?" he asked her softly. She nodded uncertainly. "Tell Master where."

"It goes in the tunnel between a woman's thighs." She answered, face ablaze.

"Yes, it does. But it goes other places as well, darling." He said, wickedly.

"It does?" Kajira looked confused.

"Yes. It goes here..." he put two fingers inside her mouth and she moaned. "And here..." he bent down to slip his hand between her thighs and touch her still throbbing sex, "And even here." And he reached further back still to touch her puckered rosebud of an anus. She gasped, shaking her head.

"It cannot be so!" she cried, alarmed.

"It is so and I assure you that with the proper training, which I fully intend to give you, you will derive great pleasure from all of your holes being filled by me."

She bowed her head in mute acquiescence.

"Now, let us begin your first lesson. I want you to examine it, to touch and feel it. And to taste it." 

Kajira blushed, but knelt up to free it fully, and he opened his trousers further to reveal the stones with the pillar. She looked uncertainly up at Amir's face, and he nodded.

She touched the shaft, and the tip, dipping her finger into the pearly bead of fluid oozing from it. She cupped his balls, weighing them in her small hands; all the while Amir sat there, hands gripping the arms of his chair, fighting back the urge to take her roughly. Once she had explored it thoroughly, Amir gritted his teeth and ordered, "Take it in your mouth, Kajira."

She leaned forward tentatively, the pointed tip of her pink little tongue lapping at the drop of precum on the head of his cock. He winced, wanting her so badly. She put her hand on the shaft and pulled down, exposing the head fully, and took it into her mouth gently. Using her tongue on the head, she swirled it around and around as if tasting some exotic sweet. He put his hand around hers and showed her how to stroke the shaft as she licked the head, and her hand soon moved with a fluid rhythm of its own. Amir prided himself on his self-control but the feeling of her warm mouth and small hand on his member was exquisite and nearly brought him over the edge right there and then. He pulled her head up off his cock, panting. 

"That is excellent, my dear. Now I want you to take as much of it into your mouth as you can, keeping your lips tight around the shaft. Do you understand? You may use your hand to touch my balls, squeeze them, stroke them gently." 

"Yes, Master." She licked her lips and slowly eased her mouth down onto his cock, keeping her lips clasped lovingly around the shaft and lowering her mouth down, down, down until she had nearly taken the entire thing into her throat. He threw back his head and groaned, almost disbelieving how good it felt. Meanwhile her fingers played with his balls, stroking, squeezing, caressing them singly and together. Her mouth, warm and wet and tight on his cock, maddened him until he felt his climax rising within him.

She looked up at him, and the sight of her exquisite little lips wrapped around his shaft, her big, trusting eyes adoring him, sent him over the edge and with a yell he spurted his thick cream into her mouth, surprising her. She drew back involuntarily, but he clasped her head and held her on his member, making her take every last drop deep into her throat, swallowing frantically as he jetted his cum into his slave's mouth.

Finally he slumped back, spent. She knelt there, stunned. Had she just taken her Owner's member into her mouth and drawn so much pleasure from him? She licked her lips thoughtfully and waited for Amir to speak, head bowed.

"What a good girl you are, Kajira." He finally managed, voice hoarse. "You take to training so beautifully. That was exceptional."

She beamed with pride, remembering her shock at the feeling of the salty fluid filling her mouth, and savoring the praise, and the feeling of pride at bringing him so much pleasure. The stories the other servants and the wives had told in the palace had never mentioned the aching desire and the release of pleasure. She pondered on these ideas as Amir stood and fixed his trousers and she knelt contentedly at his feet.

Finally he sat back down and drew her close, setting her head upon his knee and stroking her bright hair. "You are my beloved slave, Kajira. It gives me great pleasure to own you. Tomorrow will be a special day for us, I have a surprise for you." He leaned back and pulled open a drawer in his desk, withdrawing a carved wooden box.

Kajira lifted her head with interest as he opened the box. Inside was the exquisitely tooled collar of silver and fire opals. She gasped at the sight.

"This is going to be your collar, Kajira. At least for now. Someday I will have one made of my own specifications but for now, this will adorn your pretty neck, telling the world that you belong to me."

"Thank you, Master! It is beautiful!" she gazed up at him with adoring eyes.

"Tomorrow we shall have our Collaring Ceremony, and you shall become my slave for life. Do you like that idea?" he asked, stroking her cheek tenderly.

"Oh, yes, please!" she sighed, clasping her hands together in entreaty.

"It shall be done." He vowed, putting the collar back in the box and slipping it back into the drawer.




The Lesson Ch. 01



"Now, go and find Dima and have her show you around the house. I will be going out until this evening when we shall dine together." He raised her to her feet and kissed her. "Get dressed and enjoy this day, Kajira, my little dove."

He patted her bottom as she dressed quickly and then she left his study, thoughts swirling through her head like a swarm of buzzing bees.



The Lesson Ch. 01



Another woman had a remedy, and began to lick my clitoris and tease me until I relaxed my hole. She succeeded in sliding it into my ass. That made me open even more, giving me a wonderful sensation, and the thought of being fucked by two fake cocks, made me very lascivious. I began to stir with orgasmic pleasure, certain, but still far away. Nothing else existed except me, not even the women, and not even the dildos. I moaned, and then realized that a woman was pressing her pussy against my lips. Her bush caressed my lips and nose, and I immediately began to lick her pussy.

I licked it most greedily in fact, tasting a mixture of semen and pussy juice. I found the opening of her pussy, which offered me her clitoris and the thickest cream I ever tasted. She had a very large clit, and I sucked it as though it were a penis, tickling it with the tip of my tongue. She moaned, and suddenly my face was dripping as her sex exploded, squirting out the last of the semen that was still inside. Her juices added to the flood. Her hips and thighs jerked against me, and I slid my tongue into the interior of her pussy, feeling the spasms of her intimate muscles around my tongue.

She withdrew, and another pussy took her place. This second pussy was shaven. This woman had a sweeter pussy, and no trace of semen in her. She spread her lips and rubbed herself against my mouth, thrusting back and forth savagely. My own hips were thrusting, trying either with the dildo in my ass, or with the dildo in my pussy, to approach pleasure and deliverance. The women stuffed them into me rapidly, alternating between attacks and rest. I moaned into the shaven sex fucking my face, drinking the sweet juices that were flooding my face.

It was then, at the moment when I was about to cum, that everything stopped. I did not attain the pleasure that I wanted, and I was really frustrated. I was so hot that I was ready to do almost anything to make myself cum. It was what I had felt before, when my mother had surprised Anne and me with my boyfriend before I had finished.



The Lesson Ch. 02



Written by Romane. Translated by Her Solitary Dreamer

Miss Sexy Voice then led me toward another part of the room, and made me sit on the ground, with legs spread and my hands on my back. I felt some hands, from somewhere behind me, come to rest on my breasts, just as some men were ejaculating on me. A young woman caressed my breasts, allowing the watery sperm to run between her fingers and my nipples. I do not know how many people came on me, but when I was spread out on a bench, I was completely drenched with cum.

My faced was coated, the sperm running down my chin and my breasts, even down into my pubic hair. I was once again spread out on a bench. Miss Sexy Voice asked me to rise, to straddle the bench, and then to lower myself slowly. As I was following her instructions, I felt hands spread my ass cheeks, and then a phallus, a real one this time, a warm phallus, and a quite lively one at that, pressed against my hole. It was not very big, and slid in easily.

I felt terribly sexy and really dirty and slutty when someone lifted my legs off the ground to the point that all of my weight was concentrated on my ass. Feminine hands were lifting my legs, while my arms were wrapped around their shoulders. They begin to lift me, forcing me to fuck the phallus, while my legs were mostly spread open. The man remained tranquilly reclined on the bench, and it was the young women who were making me bounce up and down on his penis. I was on fire, and when he came, he ejaculated a good measure of his semen in my ass.

After all that I had experienced, I was ready for anything. Even a dog would have sufficed in this affair. I was going to bang my head against the wall if anyone kept me from sliding my fingers into my pussy just once.

Miss Sexy Voice returned once again, led me to the middle of the room, and made me sit on the ground, once again with legs mostly spread and hands on my back.

I heard another voice telling someone to kneel on the ground. I then felt wet skin and a sexy bush lightly caressing my inner thighs.

I recognized Anne's perfume, and became aroused, knowing that she would make me cum if anyone could do it.

"Your masks are going to be removed," Miss Sexy Voice said, "and you will only have three minutes together to do whatever you want."

My heart skipped a beat. We could now help each other cum!

My mask was removed, and I squinted even though the light was soft and somewhat dim. Anne was on her knees in front of me, and she was, as I, covered with pussy juices and semen. Her hair was still in place, but there were traces, although fine, of cum around her mouth. We kissed each other hungrily, licking up the sperm that we had on our faces and in our mouths, and it was then that she leaned back and offered me her sex, her pussy lips slightly spread by her fingers.

"Suck me, whore! Make me cum!," she violently spat at me.

I then began to suck on her clitoris, and slid three fingers into her wet vulva, fucking her crazily with my fingers and my tongue. Anne began to moan and tremble, pulling my head closer to her, and rubbing her pussy against my face. I stopped and looked up.

"Eat my pussy too! Let me cum with you!," I implored her.

"Don't stop fucking me, bitch!"

Anne slid onto her back, keeping my face drawn to her pussy.

"Make me cum all over your face!"

Anne was as frustrated as I was. I succeeded in pulling away from her grip, rolled her over, and turned her around on the ground. Anne responded by sliding on top of my body, spreading my legs wide open, and then attacking my vulva with her tongue as though she were a madwoman. She pressed her pussy against my mouth, and I began to suck hers as well. We fingered each other while licking our clits, until, at last, after a long moment of fucking, I was able to feel the first waves of my orgasm approaching. Anne was at the same point. I could feel her vaginal muscles pressing more and more against my fingers.

Only a few more seconds and . . . someone took her from on top of me, and some hands held me down on the ground.

"NO! GOD, NO! I WANT TO CUM! I WAS GOING TO CUM!," I shouted into the room.

Anne echoed my sentiments.

My mother appeared before us, and I could not believe my eyes. She stood in front of the two of us, dressed in long leather boots that went up to her thighs, wearing a leather harness of sorts that wrapped around her breasts, with chains that ran from the harness and disappeared between her thighs. She was even wearing leather gloves that went up to her elbows. She remained in front of us, her hands on her hips, radiating an animal warmth.

"Let these bitches continue to suck each other," she said.

Miss Sexy Voice told us that we could continue with our amorous frolic. I turned my head, and looked at her, discovering an exquisite woman looking back at me, a woman twenty-eight years of age, with full breasts, dark hair, and a very sensual mouth. I then noticed that her pubis was shaven, as was the pussy of one of her lovers, a young woman who was in the process of fingering Miss Sexy Voice's cunt.

Anne climbed back on top of me, and we resumed our soixante-neuf, both of us knowing that this time we were going to cum. Anne and I fingered and sucked each other. I felt my pussy begin to ache with tension, preparing to cum, and I hoped that we would be able to finish this time. Anne's pussy was doing the same thing under the care of my fingers, and we approached the fateful moment.

Anne came first, and she savagely thrust her hips against me. Then I came in turn, moaning with a guttural sound, my orgasm rocking and shaking my very soul. I could feel Anne shuddering on top of me, my shivering body shuddering as well.

When we had finally finished, Anne lay on top of me, and I gently kissed her sweet and wet pussy. She turned around, while continuing to caress my inner thighs, so that our mouths could join together in a sexy kiss. We could both taste our own juices on the other's lips, juices mixed with a slight trace of semen. After our long and tender fuck, Anne rolled over next to me, and looked around the room.

The room was decorated as though it were a grand salon, with chairs, sofas, a bench, many footstools, and a coffee table. In all of the rooms, the people were either naked or dressed in sexy clothes.

I realized that Anne and I were equally naked. Someone had removed the last of our clothes, our stockings and hose, but I do not recall at what moment that actually happened.

I saw a blonde woman with a shaven pussy straddling an enormous cock, and then a man with a much smaller dick beginning to fuck the asshole of another woman.

Miss Sexy Voice was having her shaven pussy blown by a young woman of my age while sitting on a sofa with her legs on the girl's shoulders.

A man ejaculated next to her, and I could see his sperm shoot all the way over to her full breasts. The girl stopped sucking on her pussy, and began her attack on the man's phallus in an attempt to clean it. The girl then returned to Miss Sexy Voice, and proceeded to lick the semen from her breasts.

Anne showed me something, a woman seated on a stool, her pussy being assaulted by an impressively large penis, her face being crushed by the legs of another woman straddling her face.

It was a veritable orgy!

I looked for my mother, and found her. I blinked when I spotted her. Three men were shooting long, stringy loads of cum all over her body and her breasts, while another woman was sucking her off. My mother avidly licked their pricks, when a redhead arrived in order to spread their cum across my mother's face.

Anne and I looked at each other, and then she gathered a little of the sperm from her breasts in order to wipe it across my face. I felt sexy, and very slutty. Since my own breasts were dripping with semen, I offered them to her, and she began to lick them. One guy even knelt behind me, holding his large penis near my clitoris, and masturbated his cock.

"Spray it on her face!," I said to him. He enthusiastically did so a few seconds later.

Some drops of his cum landed on my breasts, and then Anne sucked on his cock. Anne and I kissed, and she offered me the juicy, sticky cum that she had in her mouth.

She went back and forth, sucking his cock, then kissing me more and more passionately.

A man looked at us, and then I felt my pussy being probed by something. His cock? I looked below me, between my thighs, and saw a woman wearing a strap-on behind me, pressing her toy against my vulva. She knew how to use the dildo. A little while later, she was pumping me from behind, leaning over my back and holding on to me, helping me to a new orgasm.

Anne slid out from under me, and I saw her get on all fours in front of a man who had to be in his fifties. He had a body that was thin and short, and a thick cock that would do well in Anne's ass. I watched them until I began to have another orgasm. The woman leaned forward to kiss and thank me, licking my ear, all before beginning a quest to find another woman to fuck.

Anne did a wonderful job of taking his cock into her ass, and I slid below her in order to kiss her pussy. I felt another cock in me, which fucked me until it came. I just wanted to kiss Anne and pinch her nipples, and then she came in turn. I felt semen spreading and leaking from my grotto before the man's cock was replaced by a woman's mouth. She licked me ravishingly, the sperm mixed with my juices, and I knew that I was going to cum soon. I wanted to see who she was.

I looked below and saw long red hair. The woman raised her head and said, "I always knew that you had a delicious pussy," and then returned to licking me.

I actually knew her!

"Miss Palmer!?," I said, surprised to see my English professor naked, sucking greedily on my pussy.

She sat down, her fine breasts in contrast to her large pink nipples, her face wet with the rose wine from my pussy. She smiled at me, told me that she had always wanted to lick my pussy, and then she slid three fingers into its interior, working my clitoris with her thumb, all while sucking and licking on my breasts.

The fiftysomething man came in Anne's ass, having buried himself so deeply in her, and then the both of them watched Miss Palmer licking on my breasts and rubbing my clit to orgasm. Miss Palmer then offered her red bush to Anne, who licked and sucked my professor in turn, causing her to moan. I rose to suck on my teacher's fine, firm breasts.

"You are very hot girls!," she said to us. "Truly vicious bitches, which I adore."

She came, crying in long moans, dripping all over Anne's face. We kissed her, allowing her to tickle us both until she rose, abandoning us in search of other pleasures. Around us were increasingly more people whom we had already seen, I am sure of it, but I also saw some new faces, sexes, and bodies. I no longer saw Miss Palmer and Miss Sexy Voice. My mother was spread out on her back, being fucked and licked aggressively by a young woman twenty-five years of age.

A man in his thirties asked us if we would like to have something to drink. We asked him what sort of drinks he had to offer, but he only led us into room with a bar where he merely served us orange juice. The man told us that we were the most immodest tarts that he had ever seen. We thanked him, and upon returning to the other room, we found my mother seated in a chair, having someone munch on her pussy. I went over to her, and asked her how long we were going to stay here.

"If you want to go home, the key to the car is in my locker, number 358," she said.

The woman who was munching on my mother's pussy began to masturbate me.

"I know someone who can take me home. If not, you are free to stay here as long as I am here."

We told her that we were ready to go home. We were exhausted, and no longer had enough steam to return to combat. She told us that she would be home late, and that we were free to do whatever we wanted until she returned, including fucking our boyfriends at the house.

We went into the locker room in order to find the key to the car. We grabbed our clothes, and, once dressed, we realized that I was only wearing shoes and a dress, and that Anne was only wearing shoes, her miniskirt, and her bustier. The semen and girl juices were a little too obvious on our bodies. We tried to clean up our upper bodies a little, never noticing that there were showers behind the last row of lockers.

We headed toward the exit, but stopped to ask a man for directions back home.

"Follow the signs. It's not too difficult!," he said to us.

He was too busy sliding his erect phallus between the amply-endowed breasts of a young woman.

We walked out into the warm air of night, and easily found the car. We noticed that we had stayed at that place for more than five hours. I left the parking lot, and a little while later, having followed the signs, we found a road that we recognized.

"I cannot bring myself to believe what just happened!," said Anne. "Do you realize that we acted like a bunch of bitches in heat in front of all of those people?"

"And my mother," I said to her.

"Oh, yes! Your mother was not bad either."

I did not actually want to talk about my mother, but I hoped that she knew what I was thinking about.

"Did you see how your mother liked to have those guys cum on her?"

"You also liked that, did you not?," I asked her.

"Yes, but . . ."

"Me too. And you were covered with sperm when we removed our masks," I reminded her.

"Me!," she cried. "You had semen dripping down your entire body!"

"And that pleased you?," I inquired.

"How you say that!," she said to me with a mischievous wink.

This entire conversation reminded me of the sticky cum and juices that I had on my breasts, my stomach, and on other places. My ass was still sticky, and my pussy was still wet. I drove carefully.

"And who treated me like a bitch and a whore?," I asked her.

"Excuse me, but the desire to cum was too strong, and you had stopped sucking on my clit just as I was about to cum. I was breathless with desire."

"Listen, you fucking fool, if you had done a soixante-neuf with me from the start . . ."

I was going crazy, because Anne had not guessed how hot I was, and what I wanted to do.

"Fool, fucking fool!," she said. "Wait until we get back home, and I will show you who's the fucking fool!"

We stopped talking, and began to laugh.

Once home, we took off our clothes and kissed each other on the parts of our bodies that we had not paid attention to earlier. Anne's hand began to slide between my thighs.

"Wait a minute!," I said to her. "I would like to take a shower. I feel dirty and sticky."

"Hmm, me too. I feel sticky with sperm. And afterwards your fucking fool will lick you until you are begging to cum."

"Ooh, you are my favorite fucking fool. Let's take our shower!"

We went into the bathroom, and began to run the water in the shower. Anne offered me no respite, kneeling before me and licking my pussy while the water warmed up. Despite the difficult ordeal that she had suffered, my pussy began to grow wet, and her fingers caressed my lips while I pressed into the glass of the shower door.

"You are a greedy little one," I said, opening the door. "You can eat me under the water of the shower!"

Anne did not budge, licking my clitoris, which made me hot and horny. I decided that after I came, I would take the shower.

She only had a few more flicks of the thumb to go, and then she stopped. Sweet revenge!

"Well, go ahead and take that shower!," she said.

"You bitch!," I said to her. "Don't stop now!"

"Hahaha. You were just about ready to cum?," the little slut asked me.

"Eat me, whore, lick my clit!," I said, trying to force her to the ground.

Anne began to flick my clit again, which began to calm me.

"I wager that you would like to suck up my juices right now," Anne said to me.

I moaned, trying to get her to go down between my legs and finish.

"Or would you prefer to have a mouthful of cum squirting from a superb phallus?"

I moaned again, and said to her, "Be quiet, and make me cum, bitch!"

Anne laughed and began to lick my clit again. I came, my body trembling, my vulva surging with spasms while I held Anne's head closer to me.

When I regained my composure, I thanked her and kissed her on the lips. We climbed into the shower and washed each other, and I returned the favor by going down on her and sucking her clit until she came.

Then, we climbed onto my bed, kissed, played with each other, each climbing over the other. We nibbled on each other plenty of times, and Anne even came on my breasts, covering me with her sweet juices.

We were both naked, intertwined, and ready to go to sleep when my mother arrived.

She woke both of us up when she turned on the light in the room. It was warm, and we were only partially covered by our sheets. I was sleeping with my arm on Anne, holding one of her breasts in my hand.

My mother smiled and asked us if we had had a good time. Half asleep, we responded with a "yes."

"Come here!," she said to us. "I bought something for you two on the way home."

She gave us each a present enclosed in a box. We opened them and discovered vibrators inside. Both were of a nice size, and had a realistic look to them. They even had batteries.

"Awesome!," said Anne.

I joined her in thanking my mother. My mother wished us a good night, and went to bed. Anne and I stayed awake, playing with our new toys until sleepiness got the better of us.

The next morning, my mother rose before us, and made us get up to have breakfast. She had a shrewd smile at the corners of her lips when she looked at us. Our sheets were turned down at the foot of the bed. Anne was fondling my breast from behind, and my vibe, long since extinguished, was still in my pussy.

We showered, dressed, and when my mother left for work, we thought of all of the ways that we were going to use our new vibes. It was going to be a very long and hot day!!!

The following night, we did not think that the batteries lasted long enough!



The Lesson Ch. 02



"Hi Jack!"

"Never say that on a plane." I quipped, stepping through the door and brushing my lips over Kenny's cheek.

Kenny smiled politely, returned my greeting and looked over my shoulder. "So, this is the famous Tracy. Nice to meet you," he said, taking her hand in a gentle grip to kiss in welcome.

"Charmed, I'm sure." Tracy replied, surprised at such manners.

"Ken's very old-fashioned." I teased, "He thinks all women are like characters in 'Jane Eyre'!"

Tracy slapped me playfully on the bum. "Shut up, you! It's nice to meet a real gentleman who knows how to treat a lady."

I grinned over my shoulder at her, declining to pass further comment on Kenny's affinity to women. I knew he was a nice guy and was only interested in her because she was with me. Kenny wasn't a raving Queen. There was nothing effeminate about him at all, he was more of a man's man.

"He's not the only one who knows how to treat a lady." I leered, following Kenny into the living room, "but it all depends how much treatment you want."

Kenny grinned broadly at that and suggested we made ourselves comfortable. I took off my jacket and sat next to him on the couch, but Tracy merely sat in an overstuffed easy-chair opposite us, unable to make herself any more comfortable as she only wore a long, black dress that accentuated her voluptuous curves with nothing underneath to distort the flow of her body. 

"Shall I be mother?" Kenny asked, a caffetière poised over a beautiful china cup.

"Please do." I said, sampling a moist cake from a plate piled high with his home-baked delicacies. "Tasty," I mumbled through a mouthful, "addictive, even - try one, babe."

Tracy took one with a quizzical look towards Kenny and accepted the cup he held out for her. "Thank you," she said. "Is there something I should know about this before I eat it?"

"Where's your sense of adventure?" I said, accepting an aromatic cup from Kenny. 

"My sense of adventure," she replied tartly, "is fine. Why's it so addictive?"

Kenny savoured the rich blend before replying. "Don't mind him. It's only got a little skunk in. I thought you toked?" he asked, looking at me for confirmation.

I nodded, sipping the sweet Turkish coffee with care. "She does, but is careful what she puts in her mouth without knowing exactly what she's in for."

"Too fucking true." Tracy said, nibbling a corner of the cake. She preferred to smoke her gear, but made an exception in this case to be sociable. 

"If it tastes good, I'll eat it." Kenny smiled, running his hand up my thigh as he reached for the plate.

Tracy blushed at the innuendo and sat back, crossing her legs. "These are good," she approved, "did you make them yourself?"

"I'm a good cook." Kenny replied, scoffing his cake and massaging my crotch simultaneously. "I love to cook. Cooking is my life!"

"Cook, you say?" I said, patting his hand over my hard-on.

"Yes, cook. What'd you think I said?" Kenny pouted, squeezing my balls.

"It's just that cooking and fucking are mutually exclusive to you."

"Oh my! These feel full."

"He's not had chance to get his rocks off all week." Tracy sniggered, brushing crumbs from her skirt. 

"Not that you know of." I bluffed, fully aware that I'd restrained myself since cumming over her feet last weekend. A cock ring held my bloated balls in check, keeping the juice simmering inside until the time was ripe for release.

"You'd better not be jerking off behind my back." Tracy said, scowling at my insouciance.

"One of my favorite places, actually." Keith quipped. "Not to worry," he said, releasing my crotch. "I'll take care of everything as soon as you've drunk your coffee. How is it?"

"Fine." I replied. "Sweet an' strong, just how I like it."

"How's your shoulder since our last session. Any problems?"

"It still tweaks a bit, but you worked wonders on it last time. Have you more Black Pepper? That really seemed to hit the spot."

"Pepper?" Tracy said, a puzzled frown on her face. "How does that help?"

"Black pepper oil." Keith explained, "It stimulates the circulation and eases muscular pain. I'll mix some in with Sandalwood and Cypress. Very potent stuff."

"How long have you been doing this?" Tracy asked with interest, fishing a menthol cigarette from a fresh pack."

"About fifteen years." Keith replied, pushing an ashtray across the table towards her.

She nodded and said; "I hope you don't mind me saying, but you don't look...well, the type."

Keith burst out laughing and struck a pose; one hand on hip, the other hanging loosely at the end of his wrist. "Oh me, oh my. I'm such a butch guy!"

"You don't have to look like Quentin Crisp." I chuckled, "it's not like you have a uniform."

"No, but...you know what I mean. He looks so normal!"

Howls of laughter greeted her last gaff and, ruefully, she joined in, realising how naïve her comment had sounded.

"I'm sorry." Tracy said, "that came out all wrong. I guess I wasn't expecting...well, I didn't know what to expect to be honest. Jack's been very secretive about all this. No offence intended."

"None taken." Keith said, wiping his eyes where tears of mirth had spilled down his stubbled cheeks. "I'm glad I look so normal to you. When Jack first saw me he thought my father must've been an ape."

"Well, in my defence, you're so bloody hairy." I said. "Are you sure you're not Robin Williams' love-child?"

"You never know." Keith said, wiggling his eyebrows comically. "Shall we go up?"

"I haven't finished my coffee." Tracy complained as we got up.

"Bring it with you." Keith suggested. "You'll only be observing this session. Watch and learn. Then you'll be ready for your first lesson next time round. Agreed?"

"Okay," she said, taking my hand and following us up the steep flight of stairs to his parlour.

"What do you think?" Keith asked, spreading his arms wide to encompass the precise rows of coloured bottles aligned on neat shelves along all four walls, a well made bed in the corner and, in pride of place, a professional massage table with two fluffy towels, folded at one end.

"You may not look gay." Tracy said, studying a picture by the door, "but this certainly gives the game away."

"Wouldn't you like to try that for size?" I said, moving behind her to admire the enormous dimensions of the framed phallus.  

"Shame it's only a drawing," she said, moving to her right to look at another, "or I'd certainly suck it and see how much he could give...fuckin' 'ell! This one's sucking himself. God, that's hot!"

"I know a man who can actually do that." Keith said, stripped to his skin and busying himself in mixing the oils in a clean, white porcelain bowl. 

"You're kidding?" Tracy said, turning to look at him, her eyes automatically dropping to scan his thick tool. "Nice cock."

"Thank you," he smiled, running his fingers round the bowl to stir the contents. "He comes - literally - twice a month and makes me jealous every time. I won't be offended if you take off your dress, Tracy; it's very warm in here."

"Thanks, but I'll be fine," she replied, glancing at me as I slipped off my trousers.

I smiled reassuringly and twitched my erection at her. Only two people ever saw Tracy nude. Her female doctor and myself. I was the only male to receive the privilege of seeing Tracy in all her glory. An honour not lightly bestowed.

Tracy leant down, fondly kissed the tip of my penis and told me to enjoy, seating herself comfortably in a whicker chair by the bed while I lay face down on the table.

"Ready?" Keith asked.

"As always." I replied, taking a deep breath as his hands began smoothing oil into my shoulders.

The rhythmic pulse of his movements and his tender touch combined with the heady aroma of the oils soothed my senses on many levels, but the proximity of his body ensured one particular sense remained stimulated - my cock lay stiff against my stomach as familiar terms like; effleurage, kneading and wringing; tapotement, cupping and pounding, flowed around my body - as Keith explained his routine to Tracy. Soon, I felt him move to stand over my head, his cock rubbing against my face as he ran his hands down my spine, leaning forward to slide into my open mouth. His hard meat tasted faintly of strawberry (doubtlessly a new shower gel) and I wrapped my tongue around the head, licking a pearl of excitement from it with a moan of contentment, sucking hard as I felt his fingers flutter over my tender flesh before pulling away to heighten the desire. A bottle was pushed under my nose and I breathed deep, inhaling a lungful of poppers then a mouthful of cock as he went to work on my arse, kneading the cheeks in both hands, pulling me open for his tongue to delve inside. I writhed on the table, relishing the intimate contact, willing him to fuck my face while he prepared me for his hot cock. 

"Let me see, let me see!" Tracy demanded.

Keith stood aside to let her see his cock thrusting into my mouth, making my cheek bulge out as the fat head pushed in. I'll never forget the look of naked lust on her face as I opened my eyes. Tracy licked her lips and jiggled both tits over the top of her dress, playing with them as she watched me suck him. 

"Suck it all," she suggested, "can you do that for me?" 

"He can manage most of it." Keith said, sliding a couple of slippery fingers around my ring before pushing them inside. "But not many can handle eight inches in one go."

"I can." Tracy proudly informed him. "Nobody sucks cock like I do."

"Prove it." Keith said. "No, no," he added as Tracy started towards him, "on a dildo. Look under the bed."

The sight of her bending over to get what Keith called his 'box-of-tricks' from under the bed made my cock throb and when he moved round to replace his fingers with a hot tongue, it throbbed even harder.

"You watching?" Tracy asked, holding a long, flesh-coloured dong up to her mouth.

"Mmmm hmmm." Keith mumbled without missing a beat, making me shiver as the ripples scurried along my spine.

Tracy looked me in the eye, smiled smugly and began licking the tip, extending her tongue along the length before sliding it between her lips, tilting her head back like a sword-swallower to work it deeper and deeper, building up a mouthful of spit to ease the dildo down her throat.

"Fuck me!" Keith breathed in astonishment. "She ate eight inches without batting an eyelid."

"I told you. She's the best." I said, winking at her. "Put it in your pussy, make it real wet babe."

Tracy lifted her dress and lay back on the bed spread-legged. I had a birds-eye view of her succulent cunt accepting the dildo inch by inch until the whole thing protruded between her lips. Then she switched it on and sat up, leaving the toy buzzing merrily away inside her.

"Don't you wish this was your cock?" she breathed, resuming her idle play with each nipple. "Throbbing deep inside my wet pussy." Her teeth worried each teat, stretching them out, teasing me as much as Keith's flicking tongue on my ring. "Cat got your tongue?" she smiled as I moaned in response to the sweet torment. "No matter, I can tell by the look on your face how much you want it...and you're going to get it. Right - up - your - arse." 

At that, Tracy stood up, deftly catching the dildo as it slipped from her body, and walked slowly towards me, wafting the sticky tool under my nose. I breathed deep, inhaling her scent, a more potent aroma than any man-made chemical. She whipped it away before my tongue could sample her flavour and strode behind me where Keith was tongue-deep between my cheeks, plating me with long strokes that made my balls swell with lust. Stiff plastic replaced moist flesh, buzzing round my hole before slipping smoothly up without a by-your-leave. 

"Stay still." Tracy warned, placing a firm hand on my arse as I started to rise up towards the slick dildo.

I did as she wanted, happy to leave myself in her capable hands and accept another hit from the poppers after Keith took a mighty blast up each nostril, shoving his cock urgently into my mouth as I breathed deep. He replaced the cap and held my head in both hands, rudely fucking my mouth with quick strokes as the drug took effect. The blood rushed through my body as I gobbled his meat, drooling thick streams of spittle and pre-cum each time he pulled back, gurgling happily at the erotic sensations as he thrust back in; heart pounding, faster and faster as Tracy pumped up the tempo, urging me on.

"..it all in." I heard her say as the drug-storm subsided. "Fuck his mouth with every inch. Go on Keith, do it."

Keith grunted and tried to push through the constriction of my throat, but found it hard going. As always, my gag reflex pushed him back. Determined to force the issue he stroked my throat, encouraging me to accept his meaty length like a recalcitrant pet swallowing its medicine.

"Come on baby, you can do it." Tracy said, excitedly plugging my ring harder. "Suck it all down. Just relax and let it happen."

Easier said than done; I coughed, gagged and spluttered around the final couple of inches, almost puking as they slid home with a lewd slurp. His hairy crotch tickled my nose and frantically I tried to breathe; lungs burning, eyes stinging with the effort of taking so much cock in one go. 

"Yessss, there yaw go." Keith groaned, throbbing heartily in my throat. "I knew you could do it with a little encouragement!"

Tracy switched the toy off, but left it jutting from my crack and moved round to look closer. "Oh yes," she cooed, "that looks so good."

'Now I truly know what 'biting off more than you can chew' means. I thought hazily. My mind felt sluggish, my sight grew blurred; but before I passed out from oxygen deprivation, the swollen glans popped from my lips, dripping wantonly over my chin to the floor.

"...ok?" Tracy's anxious expression swam into view and I groaned questioningly, wondering what she said.

"Are you ok?" Tracy repeated, kneeling in front of my sticky face to peer anxiously into my eyes. 

I nodded, gasping for air, returning her reassuring kiss weakly, then with gathering passion as she shared her strength with me. A hand on my back reminded me Keith was ready to roll and was going to start regardlessly. He unplugged my arse, grabbed both legs and pulled me towards him, snorting like a bull in heat. I heard the dildo fall to the floor and watched Tracy's eyes grow wide in the sudden distance between us as his cock sought my moist hole.

"You ready?" Keith grunted, slipping his thick nob into my ring without waiting for a reply.

"Oh Fuck!" I groaned, feeling him slide inside with a juicy squelch.

"Oh yeah!" Tracy cried, standing upright for a better view. "Fuck him. Fuck his arse!"

I slid along the table as he pumped deeper inside, slipping through a mixture of pre-cum and sweat, moaning with pleasure at every stroke until he was about halfway up. Then he stopped pumping and rocked his hips, savouring the tight heat gripping his thick meat. 

"Oh! You're so crude." Keith said, short-stroking my fecund ring.

"Sometimes," Tracy quipped, "I'm rude and crude...but always good-to-go!"

"Cum, go; it's all hormones, luv." Keith surmised, caressing my cheeks and probing further inside.

"Cumming's better," she replied, picking the dildo off the floor, "unless you're going to cum - that's okay."

"It's hard to get phoneamatical while fucking," he said, running his nimble fingers along my spine."

"Phone-a-who?" Tracy said, looking puzzled as she always did in the presence of long words. 

Keith didn't reply, concentrating on filling me with as much meat as possible - that is to say, all of it!. He slid both hands back to open my cheeks, his breathing quick and sharp.

"Did Jack tell you I work part-time on sex-chat lines?" Tracy asked conversationally, switching the toy back on and teasing it over my face. "It's great fun listening to men get off when I wind them up over the phone," she went on, pushing the dildo insistently at my firmly shut lips as Keith grunted negatively to her question, "sometimes they make me cum for real, but they can't tell my fake orgasm from the real thing, can they babe? Come on, open up!"

I shook my head in response to what she said and what she was trying to do, needing to keep my throat clear in order to breathe properly as Keith shoved deeper inside. Once he was in I'd be okay, but the way his cock thickened at the base made me wince painfully until I got accustomed to it. 

"Suck it, I said." Tracy repeated with more than a hint of irritation.

I twisted my head to one side, sipped a mouthful of fragrant air and groaned as I felt Keith pick up speed, preparing to plunge the full length all the way up. 

"Suck it!" She hissed, pulling my head round at just the right moment.

My mouth flew open; an involuntary cry of pain and pleasure was immediately stifled by the dildo as Keith buried himself balls-deep in my arse. He grunted with satisfaction and she sighed happily, as I was stuffed full at both ends. His hands gripped my shoulders, pinning me firmly onto the table and I held the wooden edge until my knuckles were strained white. A moment passed, then Keith pulled back a little and pushed up again; back a little more, then up; a little further back, then up once more, fucking me slowly, with firm thrusts that rocked the table under our combined weight. The pain subsided to pleasure and I surrendered myself to the erotic sensation of his cock sliding back and forth inside me, fucking me harder. Harder! Rocking the table to and fro under our slippery, squirming bodies. Oh, yes! Blissful cries fluttered from my lips as Tracy pulled the dildo free and I felt Keith respond by groaning loudly; driving his cock harder, faster. Our balls slapped together as he pulled all the way back and drove in with enough force to make me shudder under him, hot breath tickling the back of my neck; lips sucking the flesh, teeth nipping, tongue licking, sending me into raptures. I felt my head compelled upwards as Tracy held the poppers under my nose and I breathed deep, inhaling enough to make my heart race frantically. Fuck Yes! Then Keith took a long draw on the drug and went into overdrive, rattling my bones with a series of hammer-strokes that made me gibber in delight.

"Fuck him harder, you dirty bastard!" Tracy cried, moving behind us to better appreciate the view. Her hand connected with Keith's hairy arse with a loud smack. "Yeah, do it! Fuck him! Fuck his arse off!" 

Each exhortation was accompanied by a hard smack from her hand, a loud groan from Keith and a louder moan from me, as he pumped in and out like a man possessed until, suddenly, he stopped, shuddered as though caught in a draught, and flexed his fuck muscle violently in my guts.

"Oh! You like that finger in your arse?" Tracy breathed.

Keith grunted and shuddered once more in response to her lewd probing. I felt his pre-cum pour down my crack as he pulled out, fighting the urge to blow his full load despite Tracy massaging his prostate. His hot breath washed down my back as I felt him kneel behind me, scooping up the sticky blobs on the tip of his tongue, lithely sucking my flesh clean before helping me up. I turned around and kissed him, sucking his tongue to share the salty pleasure of our mutual lust. A thick rope of pre-cum swung from my swollen glans and Keith knelt to suck it up like spaghetti, slobbering the stringy juice between his lips until my nob slid inside his warm mouth. Tracy watched us with a look of pure lust and pulled my hand beneath her rumpled dress.

"Feel how wet you made me." She said in a throaty voice.

I slipped a couple of fingers into the furnace between her legs and stirred the bubbling juices within her flesh, rubbing my thumb over her swollen clit, pulling her towards me for a long, passionate kiss. 




The Lesson Ch. 02



"Don't make me cum yet," she panted, drawing away from my probing fingers, "let's get comfy."

Tracy made her way to the bed, blowing me a kiss over her shoulder as I withdrew my dripping cock from Keith's lips. We followed close behind, brothers-in-lust, eager to keep the fire burning between us.

"Lay on your back," she told me, "that way I can see it all better."

"You want to eat your cake and have it too," I replied, laying flat on the bed, "spread your thighs and move back a little more."

"I'll eat your cum and have you too," she retorted with a horny grin, "two big loads at once. Good job I'm hungry!"

"Feed me," I said, squirming under her. "Feed me now!"

The hot aroma of her excitement was overwhelming within the confines of her dress. Her thighs squeezed around the sides of my head, clamping me firmly into the smooth lips of her cunt, swamping me with juices. I slipped my tongue into the wet flesh with a moan and was rewarded with a shudder that flooded my mouth full of her tangy elixir, gluing us firmly together, lip-to-lips. Tracy wiggled delightedly on my face, smearing her juicy cunt across my mouth, my nose along the crack of her fat arse; sheer bliss!

Keith wasn't slow to join in the fun; lifting my legs up and over his shoulders, his cock nuzzled its horny way between my parted cheeks and split them wide with a firm thrust, filling me with velvet steel. His firm hand stroked my cock, her soft fingers teased my nipples and I arched my back in ecstasy, willing them on by squeezing his shaft round my ring and sucking her dripping lips into my mouth.

If they could bottle the aroma of hot pussy, then poppers would go out of business; I thought, swallowing Tracy's cum and plunging my tongue back up for more, curling it into a tube and sucking hard. The sexy bitch ground my face under her steaming cunt, twisting my nipples hard. I responded by licking up her slit to flick the tip of her clit, poking my nose inside her cunt to snort her juices like a coke addict - or, more accurately, a pussy addict. (Man may not live on bread alone, but if all I had to eat was pussy, I'd die a happy man:) Tracy wriggled harder, riding my face faster, rushing towards the hard earned orgasm she deserved; trapped within her trembling thighs my tongue flicked over her flesh, like a fly struggling to avoid becoming frozen in amber by the sticky sap flowing from her over sexed cunt, slipping back and forth between her cunt and arse, dipping inside to lap her creamy juices, swallowing them swiftly, lathering her up from clit to crack and back again. 

Keith's cock, meantime, was sliding deliciously up and down my arse, perfectly lubed with pre-cum and spit, to create a glorious friction between us. Occasionally, I'd feel him slip it out, slap it onto my balls, then slide it back inside, maintaining a steady rhythm. Sometimes he'd pause, balls-deep, letting me feel his powerful cock throbbing right inside while he took another hit; his cock flexing mightily as the drug rushed through his body, making me writhe in utter bliss.

I felt my legs pulled wide apart as Keith increased his rhythm, thrusting every inch of his hot meat between my cheeks. Tracy held my hands as they reached for my cock, pinning me under her substantial weight as she took it in her mouth, sucking pre cum from the seeping slit with a loud groan that I felt shiver through my swollen balls. I squirmed both hands free, lifted her dress and snatched a welcome gasp of air before working my tongue back inside her sopping wet slit, slurping her like a large, fleshy smoothie. Tracy rocked back and forth on my face, sucking me from tip to root, enjoying the intimate view of Keith's cock in my arse. Damn! The woman could suck a golf ball through thirty yards of garden hose. I pulled her wobbling cheeks apart and plunged my tongue between them, lewdly kissing her rosy ring. Then, pushing a stiff finger inside the tight hole, I slid my tongue down to lap at her clit, sucking her as noisily as she sucked me.

Now it felt like a race to see who came first - but the winner would be the last to cum - and, although I tried hard to hold on to my self control, I knew I couldn't resist Tracy's dexterous tonsils and tongue much longer. Reflexively, my ring contracted around Keith's pounding cock, bringing groans and more pre cum from both of us; Tracy quivered in anticipation and swallowed my juice, writhing in sensual delight on my face. I shoved another finger up her arse and wiggled my tongue around the walls of her cunt, licking more juice, content to let the force of Keith's fucking cock thrust mine into Tracy's mouth. An extra hard thrust from Keith sent me over the edge and, with a muffled groan into Tracy's steamy cunt, I suckled from the wellspring of her flesh, drinking deep as my spunk poured down her throat. Watching us cum was more than Keith could bear and, not to be left out, joined in the juicy fun by pulling his cock out with a moist pop and spurting a hot shower of spunk over her face. His creamy wad splattered my balls too, dripping down the crack of my well reamed arse. Tracy's tongue chased the sticky stream, lapping it up like a thirsty cat and gobbling the last drops off the tip of Keith's cock, swallowing him down inch by inch until she'd taken him down to the root with a satisfied moan.

"Oh! My God! She swallowed the whole fucking thing!" Keith exclaimed.

Tracy giggled around his tool and bounced on my tongue, shaking more cunt juice over my face. She could be shy and demure but given a taste of spunk, she'd turn into a raving cum-whore, wanting more...and more. This time, however, she had to be satisfied with what she got and rolled off my body, looking back happily at my cum-frosted face.

"I told you," she said, squeezing my balls hopefully to see if there was any more to be had. "I'm the best cock sucker you'll ever have."

"You're beautiful." I chuckled, tickled by her tongue on my face as much as by her audacious claim.

Tracy and I took a shower while Keith prepared for his next session, then bade him a fond goodbye, promising to call again soon.

Thus ended Tracy's initial massage lesson; Every two weeks she took another with Keith for about six months, then qualified as a legitimate aromatherapist to set up her own business – and soothe my sore muscles too. Sometimes you can eat your cake...and have her too.



The Lesson Ch. 02



Latisha sat in stunned silence in front of her office computer screen. She had checked through her e-mails, something she always did first thing in the morning when she got to work.

"The bastard!" she exclaimed loudly.

"What's up Latisha?" her young receptionist called out.

"Oh...don't worry...just someone trying to be funny..."

"Okay...I guess it's not too funny then."

Latisha got up and pushed her office door closed then returned to her desk and played the e-mail's media file attachment again, this time turning up the volume of her small desktop speakers. It was unmistakeable; she heard her own voice clearly saying 'I guess I will just have to fuck you then' as the large-pixel image of her stroking her son's penis ran for a few seconds more.

She had nearly deleted the e-mail without opening it at first, as she had not recognised the sender, and the size of it had alarmed her. Paranoid about a computer virus, she would have usually just sent it to the bin, but the subject line had caught her eye; 'FYI, very important Latisha'. It didn't sound like spam or a phishing e-mail so the curiosity had got the better of her.

The message was brief; 

'Might as well go on the pill Latisha, unless you want me to send the better part of the movie of " our" wonderful tryst together on a disk to your husband George...and anyone else who may be interested, love and kisses, Duncan.' 

Latisha knew that she would look like the instigator if a carefully edited version of what had happened several days ago at her son's apartment was produced.

She quickly typed up a response;

'What are you playing at Duncan...what do you want? Just leave it go, please, it shouldn't have happened. IT WAS WRONG!'

She sent it and then after looking at the attachments one more time she deleted Duncan's e-mail.

Wrought with renewed guilt Latisha could hardly concentrate on her busy day's schedule. Her thoughts kept focusing on her predicament and she left the office unusually early.

The next day Latisha sat down by her desk again and anxiously checked her e-mails. Her heart gave a nervous flutter when she recognised a reply from Duncan. She shut the door to her office and returned to open it;

'You know what I want...I know George goes back to sea tomorrow morning. Tomorrow night you are going to have dinner with me...my shout. A parcel for you will arrive via courier today and a list of instructions. Oh yeah, I guess we can just use condoms this time...LOL'

"Oh my God...what am I going to do?" Latisha felt tears welling in her blue eyes. She knew that if word got out...hell, if the video evidence ever got out of her indiscretion with Duncan, her daughter's estranged husband, she could probably kiss her marriage goodbye and worse...her daughter Amanda would hate her for it!

The day dragged on. Latisha sent her secretary on some errands hoping to catch the courier that Duncan had sent her, and avoid any possible discovery by her staff of the contents of the parcel, of which of course Latisha could only guess at.

Around midday it arrived. A soft parcel wrapped in thick brown paper and tied with string. Latisha hurried into her office to open it. There, carefully folded in tissue paper, was a black dress of a thin lacy material, it had a very tasteful floral pattern, she thought. Latisha held it up by its thin spaghetti-straps and admired it, certainly appeared her size too. It was of a somewhat respectable length, she noticed, mid thigh or a bit longer, which did actually surprise her to a degree. Then she held it up to the light and noticed that the mesh-type gauze between the floral lacework was quite transparent, and worse, there was a slit running right up one side to hip level! It was really quite revealing after all, she thought.

That wasn't all that was in the package; there wrapped in another layer of tissue was a maroon, satin suspender-belt and a pair of sheer-stockings with little ribbons running up the back, beneath them she discovered the final item, a pair of open-toed black shoes...with very high heels.

A note was attached to the dress;

'Hope you like it...should look fantastic on you Latisha...can't wait! Meet me at a restaurant called "The Nirvana" at 8pm tonight...don't be late! Oh by the way...you are only to wear what I have sent you...got it? Nothing else! LOL.'

Latisha was dumbstruck for several minutes as she considered her options. But it was pretty obvious, she felt she had none. At least it was a public place where she was to meet him and she hoped to reason with the young man and put a stop to all this nonsense before it went any further!

Latisha parked her car near the dimly-lit entrance to the restaurant. It was right on eight o'clock. She slipped the ridiculously high shoes on her feet and stepped out of her car. Brushing down the firm-fitting dress she made for the door. The street was quiet and only the doorman stood by the gloomy entrance. Latisha thought it looked sleazy and caught the big man checking her out as he held the door for her. She had not worn a bra under the dress as it had a plunging neckline, and the design pushed her breasts up so as to accentuate her ample cleavage. She knew her nipples were partly erect from the cool night air and most likely visible under the thin lace of the dress. 

"Evening mam..." he said in a friendly tone, as she entered the foyer.

Latisha was thankful the interior was almost as dimly lit as the entrance; red lights gave the place a seductive look and large red couches were arranged around a lounge area where a few couples were comfortably sitting and drinking.

She surveyed the informal setting and noticed timber balustrade divided the lounge area from the dinning tables. Flickering candles in clear-glass were at various locations around the lounge as well as on the tables; she could smell sweet incense wafting in the air, too. The atmosphere was somewhat calming and Latisha thought her husband George would like the place.

"Latisha...Latisha...hello, wow, you look beautiful! The dress appears to fit perfectly. Love your hair too." Duncan appeared from behind her and placed an arm around her slim waist before leaning down to kiss her on the cheek.

"Shall we?" he suggested, gesturing towards one of the booths that lined a wall opposite the main dinning tables of the restaurant.

Latisha sighed. She noticed a few of the couples staring at them; the older woman and her 'toy boy' she guessed they probably thought...or worse...maybe they mistook her for a hooker! She swallowed deeply and avoided the eyes of the other patrons as Duncan led her over to a reserved booth.

"So what do you think? Nice romantic spot, huh. Friend told me about it, nice food too, he reckons, Indian and Thai style, your favourite I recall," Duncan said as they sat down.

"See you didn't wear your favourite corset and heels Duncan," Latisha said sarcastically when she took a moment to notice his smart-casual attire.

Duncan ignored the remark, "What would you like to drink?" he asked as he perused the wine list.

"A house-white will do thanks,"

Duncan caught the attention of an old waiter that was hanging around nearby wiping down a table. He ordered the drinks and within moments the mischievous-looking old waiter returned with them, eying the new couple knowingly. 

"Here's to us," Duncan said raising his glass, "and may we fuck ourselves silly later on!" he laughed just as his glass made contact with Latisha's.

"That will not be happening Duncan...we have to talk about this!"

Duncan took a large sip of the white wine and placed a hand on Latisha's stocking-clad thigh, squeezing it firmly. He looked her in the eye and stared for a moment.

"There is nothing to talk about my dear mother...you will do as I say or your life as you know it will explode...that I am certain," he whispered slowly, a great deal of venom dripping from his every word.

Latisha sat feeling like a trapped mouse about to be pounced upon, her pulse was racing. She nervously sipped her wine and looked around the restaurant; no-one appeared to be watching them anymore. 

Duncan began to run his hand up her thigh to the hem of the dress. He discreetly slipped his fingers under the lace and traced the outline of Latisha's suspender belt where it was attached to her stockings.

"Please don't...not here...Duncan..." Latisha begged.

Duncan moved his hand up higher and Latisha squeezed her thighs together. She took another...larger sip of her wine and stared at the glass. Duncan placed his arm around her shoulders and continued feeling up her legs, forcing them apart slightly. She sipped again...almost finishing the glass just as his fingers ran across her mons venus.

"Go take them off..." he growled.

"What?"

"You were only meant to wear what I sent you...I didn't send you any underwear...did I?" Duncan said in a harsh lowered tone as he removed his hand.

"You're joking...right?" Latisha asked incredulously.

"Here or in the ladies...the choice is yours, but do it before the next round of drinks arrives!" Duncan said earnestly, as her caught the attention of the old waiter standing nearby.

"I'm not some little slut Duncan...I'm forty-two years old...I do not do the 'no underwear' thing...not even for my loving husband, let alone a young prick like yourself!"

"Yes you do...I'm not fucking with you...you will do what I ask tonight...or I will tell and show all...guaranteed!" Duncan emphasised.

Latisha slid around the curved seat and was about to stand up just as the waiter reappeared with two more glasses of wine. The old fellow looked down at her as she stretched her legs out from under the table, the slit in the dress parting; he could not help but notice Latisha's leg exposed to her hip as she stood up from the booth.

"Could you tell me where the ladies room is please?" Latisha asked the old fellow.

"Come with me, my dear...come with me..." he said as he took her by the elbow and led her away. He was actually the owner of the establishment and had seen many a couple act the way these two were. But he was still unsure if Latisha was a hooker or the young man's sugar-mum. 

"There you go, my dear...just behind that screen," the old fellow said, then he took Latisha's left hand and brought it to his lips to kiss her. Ah ha, he thought, when he noticed the large cluster of gold rings on Latisha's wedding finger. He thought she looked too nice to be a hooker, even in the tarty looking dress! He watched her disappear into the restroom and licked his lips. Lucky young fellow, he thought, she's got a damn-nice arse.

Duncan smiled when his mother returned to the booth. He liked the way she held her chin up and tried to appear aloof. She sat opposite Duncan at first but he ordered her to move back around next to him.

Latisha picked up her fresh glass of wine and avoided Duncan's eyes preferring to look anywhere else. 

"Do you have to?" she frowned, when she felt Duncan's hand return to her leg and slip under her dress again.

"Open them...that's it...yeah that's it...umm...now isn't that better?" Duncan sniggered when he cupped her bare vulva gently.

"If you think so...Can we order?" Latisha said, trying to ignore what Duncan was doing to her under the table and picking up the menu.

Duncan played with her pussy for a few moments...pleased with how things were going...then he removed his hand and smelt his fingers.

"Hmm...hmmm...don't know if there is anything as nice on the menu here as this..." 

Latisha frowned at him, "Huh...if you say so."

They both ordered.

The evening wore on. Several more glasses of wine were consumed during the meal and Latisha, not a big drinker, was feeling past the tipsy stage. Duncan had almost continuously played with her pussy and knew he was doing a good job of working her up for what he had in store later. 

The old 'waiter' was most attentive to their needs and topped up their wine glasses without being asked several times when he noticed them nearly empty. He knew what the young man was doing to the married woman under the table. He had glimpsed her stocking tops and suspender belt more than once when the young man's hand parted the dress at the slit and eased her hem up higher. And even in the dim light, the colour and shape of her engorged nipples jutting out under the almost transparent lace had not escaped his careful attention!

"Duncan...I will not be able to drive home...I'll have to catch a cab...I've had way too much too drink....Duncan....would you just stop that for a moment?" Latisha slurred as she attempted to push his hand out from under her dress again.

"Look...Duncan...stop it please...the waiter is watching us..."

But instead of stopping Duncan pushed her dress up higher and prised her legs open wider. With his foot he was able to move the table over a few inches which would allow a passerby an almost unrestricted view of what he was doing.

Latisha looked at the waiter. He smiled at her knowingly...she knew he could see but the wine and the atmosphere had taken effect and Latisha unashamedly let Duncan continue to finger her and nibble her neck slowly.

"We...we better go...Duncan...that's enough now...other people are coming...the old fellow has had a good look now...if that's what you wanted," she said firmly, as she was finally able to push him away and sit up straight again.

"I guess...hope you brought some condoms...a packet of them..." Duncan chuckled lewdly, as he requested the bill from the grinning old 'waiter'.

The owner watched the couple walk past him to toward his restaurant door; the young man had a firm grip on the married woman's shapely arse as they were about to head outside and he seemed quite oblivious of the wet patch on the front of his pants, no doubt pre-cum, he assumed. The owner had also noticed how large the young man appeared to be, his erection straining across his thigh. He laughed, so that's the attraction for her, he thought to himself, she likes big cocks...young men with big cocks. Lucky young bastard!

He watched them pause by the doorway, and then the woman walked back in, staggering quite unsteadily in her high heels. When she got near him she spoke.

"Just use your restroom again..." she slurred, and then she giggled.

"By all means...my dear...be my guest."

The owner watched the young man waiting by the foyer door and he approached him.

"Ah..hermm...excuse me, sir...but if you and your 'wife' are looking for a room for the night we have some very affordable and comfortable suites upstairs for our patrons use...could I interest you?"

Duncan looked at the sharp old man and realised he was no mere waiter. He had booked a room a few blocks away but thought the old man's offer might be a better alternative. 

He enquired about the price and was surprised at the modest figure. As he didn't earn all that much as an assistant manager at a sports store, while he studied, he accepted the offer. 

Latisha re-appeared and Duncan told her of the arrangements. 

"What? Duncan...I want to go home...I...I cannot stay with you in some sleazy room above a restaurant, so you can...well you know...have me!" she whispered, even if she was partly drunk, she was quite annoyed at his presumption. 

"Don't make a scene...Latisha...it's all arranged...I've even paid already...how about just for an hour or so...then if you want, you can go?"

Latisha looked around and noticed the old man watching somewhat bemused, although she didn't think he could hear them.

"Half an hour...okay...would you be happy with that?"

Duncan nodded.

Moments later the old man sauntered over, smiling, and then led them out the back where he showed them a narrow flight of stairs behind the kitchen.

"May I introduce myself...my name is Tony...and yours..."

"I'm Latisha..."

"What a pretty name for a pretty lady," he said as he raised her hand with his and kissed the back of it tenderly, "And your husband's name is?" 

Latisha looked embarrassed, even in her drunken state she knew what Tony meant...but still she had difficulty with the concept.

"I'm Duncan, Tony, pleased to meet you," he said, introducing himself as he shook the old man's hand, "If the room is half as good as the food and wine we should be very comfortable, thanks."

Tony smiled, "Ladies first...Latisha..." he suggested, as he made a graceful flourish with his hand and bowed slightly.

Duncan held Latisha's hand and led her up the stairs while the lewd old Tony followed closely behind.

The lighting in the stair well was quite adequate and Tony had little difficulty in seeing through the back of Latisha's dress as she ascended the stairs, the cleft of her lovely backside was quite noticeable he observed wickedly and he was tempted to give it a little pinch...but refrained himself. Maybe later, he thought to himself.

"Just down to the right young man...yes that's it...room five," Tony unlocked the door and held it open for them. He took a deep whiff through his nose as Latisha passed him...she smelt divine...he loved 'younger' women such as Latisha, right at their sexual prime he thought.

"Bathroom is down the hall...towels in the linen press in the bathroom. Please...I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening. Do not hesitate to call if you need any 'assistance' during your night," Tony said, a little too smugly.

The room was decorated in much the same fashion as downstairs in the restaurant. Dimly lit, with heavy curtains that hung from brass rings, a large antique-looking dresser with a big oval mirror faced the similarly-styled bed and a couple of red-cushioned day chairs sat next to a coffee table, side-tables were either side of the large bed and tall lamps with red shades cast a soft light in the cosy room. 

Duncan wasted little time. As soon as Tony had shut the door he began to grope Latisha and force her over toward the large bed.

"I...I...haven't got condoms Duncan...have you?" Latisha stammered just as she felt herself fall back on the bed.

"Don't worry...it will be alright...promise..." Duncan said, as he began to remove his clothes. Of course he did have condoms in his pocket...just in case...but he much preferred to feel his cock inside Latisha without one if he could get away with it. He hoped he had gotten her drunk enough not too care too much if he kept pestering her.

"Maybe Tony...Duncan...ask Tony...please..." Latisha suggested, as she moved further onto the bed.

"Yeah...he probably would have...you want to go down and ask him...maybe suck his wrinkly old cock too, while your at it," Duncan said impatiently, just as he slipped off his pants. 

Latisha looked at Duncan while he removed the last of his clothing. His large cock stood out menacingly and she noticed there was still not a trace of pubic hair on his toned-body.

Duncan knelt on the bed and spread Latisha's legs apart. "Lift the dress up...I wanna see your cunt again...yeah that's better. So did ol' George give you a few bangs before he left, hey? Did he notice anything different 'bout his wife's cunt?" he asked as he manoeuvred between her thighs.

"Don't be so crude, and it's none of your business Duncan...and don't flatter yourself...you're not a great deal bigger than my husband you know!" she lied, actually George was only very average, she now knew, but she wasn't going to tell her cocky young son that, was she?

Latisha knew she was wet, the continual fingering Duncan had given her down in the restaurant had certainly got her juices flowing, whether she had liked it or not.

"Lift your knees up...yeah that's better...I wanna see your tits too...properly," Duncan ordered again kneeling between her raised thighs.

Latisha reached up and pulled the spaghetti-straps to the dress down over her shoulders but it was too tight to come down any lower.




The Lesson Ch. 02



"You'll have to undo the zip for me Duncan," she said, as she rolled her body to the side.

Duncan leant forward and tore it down roughly then reached under her armpits and yanked the top of the dress down all the way to her stomach. Quickly his hands went to Latisha's naked breasts and he squeezed them mercilessly, pulling and tweaking her large, cherry-red nipples.

"Not too rough...Duncan...aaah...not too rough..." she moaned.

Duncan leant forward and took a ripe nipple in his mouth for the first time and sucked on it greedily. He reached between his legs and gripped his cock moving in closer to Latisha's wet snatch until he could feel his hard knob touching her sex.

"Duncan...I will promise to go on the pill before next time...but this time...please can we use a condom...you know I don't want to get pregnant!" she begged, "I can't trust you to pullout in time, can I?"

"It'll be okay....it'll be okay...don't worry..." Duncan mumbled while biting and sucking her nipple.

"Oh...gawd...Duncan...nooo....oooh....ooooh....gawd....take it easy!" she groaned, he was forcing his cock into her pussy, regardless of what she said now.

Duncan got up on his arms once his cock was partially in and he looked down at their union. "Fuck your cunt feels nice....oooh yeah....aaarh..." he groaned lustily, slipping his member in further.

Latisha sensed his urgency, it was obvious she was not going to be able to get him to use a condom and with him on top of her she dreaded the final outcome. She guessed it was going to be another trip to her doctors in the morning to obtain another 'morning-after pill' like several days ago. She closed her eyes just as Duncan began to pump into her with increasing speed. His cock filled her to the brim like never before and after an initial period of discomfort she gradually was able to accept his long slug and she actually began to enjoy it.

The big old bed squeaked loudly with his forceful thrusts and wobbled around so much it began to bang into the wall. Duncan continued to fuck his mother regardless. Get this first load out of the way, he thought, and then take my time the next fuck.

"Uh...uh...legs back...get your legs back...further...yeah that's better..." Duncan ordered so he could achieve full penetration of her tight little hole. Now he could feel his knob bottoming out as it hit her cervix with almost every one of his long strokes.

"Oooh....gawd...take it easy...aaah....aaah....not so rough....gawd!" Latisha cried out vainly.

He fucked her hard like that for several more minutes before he felt himself getting close to coming. He paid little attention to Latisha's cries to slow down and take his time and he knew he was hurting her...the knowledge gave him a sort of sadistic pleasure...and he rammed into her vagina harder and faster. The bed was making a hell of a racket as it banged against the wall repeatedly.

Old Tony had excused himself from the restaurant and was passing room five to go to the bathroom when he stopped by the door. He chuckled lewdly to himself when he could hear the noises coming from within the couple's room. "Didn't waste anytime lad, sounds like you're have a fine old time with that lovely married piece of fluff," he said to himself, "Give her one for me too, would ya," Tony chuckled, he loved it when he heard his guests fucking and room five was his favourite because of the broom closet next to it. He was keen to get in there and hoped the show would not be over too soon.

Tony hurried to the bathroom and had a piss then came out and quickly entered the broom closet. The long narrow room had shelves on the right-hand side stacked with cleaning equipment and junk. Halfway along it he moved a cardboard box to one side, and there hidden discreetly into the plaster wall was a hole no more than an inch in diameter. There was just enough room for him to lean in and put his eye up to the hole. He peered in. 

Tony chuckled, "That's it boy...give it to her...lovely...lovely stuff." Tony had drilled the hole on a slight angle so it aimed straight at the bed. It was difficult to see from the other side because of its proximity to the dressing table mirror and no-one had ever discovered it. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his long and thin wrinkly-old cock. Within moments he could feel his cock getting a bit harder; it took a very special occasion for the seventy-two year old bachelor to get an erection these days. He was happy, this was good, he thought, and he began to stroke it, his virility had not been completely marred by the years like most of his old friends now experienced.

Tony watched the young man going hammer and tong on top of the blond woman. Because they were lying across the bed Tony could quite clearly see the pretty woman's breasts jiggle back and forth every time the young man pummelled into her. He watched her long, stockinged legs swing to and fro as they stuck up in the air, still with her high-heeled shoes on. The woman's face was turned toward the dressing table and her mouth was agape; her eyes rolling back in her head deliriously. She certainly appeared to be enjoying the brutal fucking the young man was giving her, Tony thought, as he masturbated.

"Fuck yeah...oooh fuck yeah...gonna cum...gonna cum...." Duncan warned excitedly.

Latisha had not orgasmed. She now knew what her daughter had to put up with when Duncan thought only of himself. She knew it was no use trying to get him to pull-out before he came either, and she just closed her eyes waiting for it to happen.

And it did. Moments later, just as she had thought, he made absolutely no attempt to remove his cock from her battered pussy as he cried-out in sheer ecstasy.

"Look at me...fucking look at me would ya...yeah that's better...that's better. I'm coming in ya...you know that don't ya....oooh yeah...fucking filling ya with my sprog...what do ya think of that Latisha....hmmm?" Duncan said nastily, totally intoxicated by his own lust. He flexed his hips forwards one last time and savoured the feeling of his cum squirting into his mother's tight cunt. 

Old Tony watched the young man finish fucking the blond woman. He was quite impressed by the little show. He hoped there would be more...it excited him to know that the woman was married and was committing adultery with the young stud. If he could find out who she was...and threaten to tell her husband...maybe he too could blackmail her to fuck him? It had worked a couple of times before for him...but not with a pretty woman like this one.

Old Tony opened the box he had moved next to the peep-hole and removed a small digital camera he had hidden there for these not too infrequent occasions. The lens fitted perfectly in the hole and he took a series of pictures...just as the young man rolled off the woman. Good...very good my dear, he thought to himself.

"You are a bastard Duncan...you know that? I thought you would at least allow me some enjoyment!" Latisha said harshly and reached down to rub her swollen pussy, her son's cum was everywhere.

"Next one...okay Latisha...I'll make you come so much you'll scream...like back at my place the other day...but first..."

"Next one? Duncan I'm going...half an hour I said, remember...that's it for tonight!" She watched Duncan hop off the bed and go to the drapes. He fumbled around either side of them and then returned to the bed holding two thick cords used to hold the drapes back.

"What do you want them for...Duncan...you're not going to tie me up...just get that out of your head..." Latisha sat up and tried to straighten up her dress.

"Take your dress off Latisha, but leave the suspenders and stockings on...hmm...no on second thoughts...never seen you completely naked before...take it all off instead!" 

"I...I...will not...I want to go...you've had your fun..."

"Don't fuck with me Latisha...just do it...then we can enjoy the rest of our night...just accept it, okay, and do as I say."

Latisha sighed deeply...she knew she had little choice in the matter if he wanted to play hardball, the threat of showing her husband the video was something that had changed things considerably. 

Old Tony peered through the hole again. He couldn't quite hear what they were saying but things were not what they had first seemed he thought. No matter. 

He watched as the woman stood by the bed and removed all her clothes. She had a very nice body he thought, breasts only slightly pendulous, he noticed, with lovely big, dark-red nipples that still pointed upwards. Her waist was slim and her stomach quite flat. He could just make out the wisp of fine pubic hair that adorned her mound. She stood there for a few moments nodding her head before he watched her lay back on the bed.

"Do you have to do this?" Latisha asked, as she allowed her hands to be tied to the bed head with her stockings.

"Fairs fair...you did it to me remember."

Duncan finished with hers hands and moved down to her feet. He tied first her left ankle to one short bed posts with one of the drape-ties and then pulling her right leg over so her legs were spread apart quite wide, he secured her ankle with the other tie.

"Now that looks better," he said proudly. "Oooh...very nice Latisha, just hold that pose...gunna get a pic with my phone."

"You prick...what do you want that for?"

Duncan ignored her question and produced a phone from the pocket of his shirt that lay crumpled on the floor.

"Smile beautiful."

Of course Latisha looked away and vainly tried to bury her face in the pillows as she heard the sound of the camera taking some shots.

Duncan moved up close to Latisha's abused pussy and took another couple of shots of the sticky mess that was oozing out down her crack and onto the bed. Then he stood back up and put his pants on.

"Don't go away..." he said melodiously. 

"Where are you going...you better not leave me like this...Duncan!"

Tony liked what he saw. He could now clearly see the woman's cunt between her spread legs, not more than three metres away. He had also got a good look at the young fellow's cock confirming his early observation; and it was impressive!

The old man could not see where the young fellow had gone, but he thought he heard the door open and close again. He guessed he had left the room for some odd reason.

Tony opened the broom closet door a fraction and peered out. He could hear Duncan down in the bathroom. With utmost care Tony snuck out of his hiding place and then proceeded to walk nonchalantly to the bathroom. There he saw the young man rummaging around the small medicine cabinet.

"Something I can help you with, Sir?" Tony inquired.

"Shit...you gave me a fright...God...Tony," Duncan gasped.

"No, not God...just old Tony at your service. I hope you and your wife find your room comfortable?"

"Yes, yes, it's very nice thanks. Tony...I'm looking for a razor...I've found some shaving cream but I want a razor too. Would you have any?"

"Funny time to have a shave young man...besides you don't appear to have any stubble growing," Tony doubted if the young man could even grow a moustache.

"Bit embarrassing really...it's my wife...she, you know...wants me to...you know, shave her," Duncan whispered.

"Shave her...shave her what?" the old man teased.

"Tony...her pussy...she wants me to shave her pussy...not that she has much hair down there anyhow...but you know women Tony."

Tony chuckled, "Yes I know women...like mine with a good mop of curls down there myself...don't go for this pre-pubescent look that is all the rage these days. Hang on a moment though."

Tony went back to the broom closet briefly and returned with a new Bic-shaver and a small bowl.

"Hey thanks Tony...thanks a lot." 

Latisha looked toward the door when she heard it open and saw Duncan standing there grinning with a towel across his arm and carrying some other things. She thought she briefly caught a glimpse of someone standing behind him just before he closed the door again but wasn't too sure.

Duncan moved over to the bed and asked Latisha to lift her butt.

"Oh I see...I see...what you think I'm all hairy down there do you?" Latisha didn't care if he wanted to shave her pussy, she used to often either shave it or have it waxed and personally she would have it removed permanently if possible. And her husband loved it when it was hairless, too.

"What ever rocks your boat Duncan, but you better be bloody careful...okay?"

Old Tony had returned to the peep-hole and watched as the young man shaved the restrained woman's pubic mound. She didn't seem to mind at all, he thought as he could see her open her legs wider to allow the young fellow better access. Tony pulled his wrinkly-old cock out again and began to wank its slowly growing hardness. It was turning into a better show than he could ever have hoped for. 

In only a few minutes he could tell Duncan had finished the job and he watched as the young man dried Latisha's bald pussy with the towel. He could just make out the young man's hand move back and forth a number of times and he knew he was fingering the woman's slit. Tony wanked himself a little faster at the erotic sight.

Tony watched Duncan stop fingering the woman and get up off the bed with the bowl and towel. He guessed he was going to put them down somewhere, but was surprised when he turned for the door again. Of course Tony took another couple of photos of the bound woman and her freshly shaved pussy then tucked his cock back in his trousers and made for the door.

"So, Duncan, my young man...successful in your endeavours I hope?" Tony enquired somewhat belligerently as he stood in the bathroom door watching Duncan rinse the bowl and return the shaving cream.

"Yep...job done, thanks Tony...smooth as a baby's bum now...ready for another fucking too...if I may be so bold."

"Good to hear Duncan...good to hear. I've never seen one bald in real-life before, only in a couple of magazines, I could only imagine."

Duncan looked at the old man; he could see the twinkle in his eye and an inquisitive smile forming.

"She is not your wife, is she, Duncan? Hmm? But I know she is someone's. Pretty easy to find out you know, my doorman knows what car she got out of. I have friends that can easily trace the registration number for me if I ask. Soon have all the information I would need. Do you suppose her real husband would like to know what his pretty wife does with young men such as yourself, Duncan, do you?" Tony was partly bluffing his doorman had long gone home and he just guessed she had driven there. He had certainly noticed her when she had walked in the restaurant alone that evening looking delightful in her stunning cocktail dress, at which time he had seen her place some keys in the small purse she carried.

"What do you want, Tony?" Duncan asked the old man, "Money?"

Tony laughed, "No young man...I've got enough of that, but I am getting old, don't attract the women like I used to, you know."

"I don't get it...what do you want then?"

"How about you let me have a little look at your handiwork, hey? Maybe have a little touch too...hmm? What do you say, stud?"

"I...I...don't think Latisha will like that to much Tony!"

"Duncan, I caught a glimpse of her when you walked back in your room before...I am pretty certain you have her tied-up. Would that be correct?"

Duncan looked at the sneaky old man and had to admire his tack. The old man had form...similar to himself!

"I'll have to put a blindfold on her Tony...she would go ape otherwise I reckon...." oddly, Duncan found the prospect somewhat exciting, but he didn't want to tell the old coot that.

"Give me a few minutes...I'll leave the door unlocked...let yourself in quietly, okay Tony?"

It had been far easier than Tony had thought. He smiled and nodded his head in acquiescence. Then with a flourish, he produced a large, white cloth from his jacket pocket.

"You may use this...don't worry it is clean...only for polishing glasses."



"Took long enough Duncan...thought you'd gone...are you going to do anything else now? Or can I finally go?" Latisha asked, somewhat abruptly. 

"Not yet sugar...got some more fun things to do first."

Duncan knelt up on the bed and pulled out the white cloth and folded it diagonally several times.

"What do you think you're doing with that, Duncan?"

"Lift your head," he instructed, "...that's it...beautiful...all done!"

"I don't know if I like this Duncan...why are you blindfolding me?"

"Just a bit of fun, Latisha...just relax...maybe you'll get to come yet..." Duncan began to caress his mother's body, running his fingers around her nipples and down to her smooth mound, rubbing the top of her slit apart, then tracing his finger tip around her clitoris, feeling it begin to harden at his touch.

"Oooh...that tickles...Duncan...mmm..." Latisha sighed, rocking her hips upwards a little at his unusually sensitive touch.

Duncan looked over at the door, and almost on cue he watched as the door swung open quietly. The old man stood at the threshold, surveying the scene before him for a few moments, before he stepped inside the room and very carefully closed the door behind himself.

Old Tony walked over toward the foot of the bed and peered down at Latisha's naked body. His dark eyes sparkled with excitement, and he looked up and found Duncan watching him, grinning, then he moved in for a closer look at the unsuspecting woman. Up close...yesss...he could now see clearly her puffy labia, still with the 'just fucked' look. Again old Tony looked up at Duncan and watched the young man who was pulling and tweaking one of the woman's large erect nipples.

"Well...come on then, Duncan...can we just do this..." Latisha sighed. 

Duncan looked at the old man again and nodded his head.

Tony needed no further encouragement and he reached up and ran his bony old fingers along Latisha's inner thigh toward her pussy.

She didn't seem to notice anything amiss, and continued to lay there as Tony gradually moved his fingers closer and closer to her bald pussy. 

Duncan could feel his cock growing hard again; their evil little game was stimulating his 'bent' side immensely. He gestured toward Tony, and mouthed the word 'stop'.

Tony misunderstood what Duncan had meant, and looking annoyed he continued moving his fingers up until he was finally touching her vulva. He pulled at her slick inner lips, stretching them outwards, and working them apart with his bony fingers so they lay over her smooth outer lips... she was opened up like a pretty rose. Then he inserted a finger, slowly, into her hot, wet passage.

Latisha let out a soft moan and wriggled her hips around. Something about what was happening to her was pushing all the right buttons and she felt her desire begin to well up. She knew it had to be because she was tied to the bed and blindfolded. It had always been one of her favourite fantasies, but one that she had only rarely played out with her husband George. Now her son was at the helm...or so she thought, and she was beginning to find it an immense turn-on. Her acceptance of the situation was all but complete...if only she knew. 

Tony inserted a second finger and began to drive them in and out of her vagina very slowly. He could feel the woman's juices building up, and he smiled when she began to fuck his hand. Already, Tony had gone a lot further than he had hoped for, and he was interested to see how far he could push his luck even more, as it now appeared young Duncan wasn't trying to stop his titillatingly exciting perversions from continuing.

"You like that Latisha? Getting you hot is it?" Duncan asked.

"Uh huh...it's pretty good...better if you licked it too, though...and made me come...maybe stick a finger up my arse too...you know how that gets me off...might as well do it properly."




The Lesson Ch. 02



Duncan smiled at the old man and held up a finger, 'one minute' he mouthed to him silently, 'stop for one minute'.

Tony thought he understood now. With him at the foot of the bed leaning over, and Duncan still kneeling beside Latisha they couldn't do much more without being discovered. Somewhat reluctantly, Tony slowly removed his fingers from her dripping cunt while he watched Duncan step off the side of the bed to remove his pants...only to reveal a good, solid erection! Tony almost laughed when he noticed the young man had no pubic hair. Why would a young fellow want to do that? He thought, by crikey, it made it look long, he thought, shaking his head.

"Come on then...Duncan...come on...don't tease me anymore...get on with it would you," Latisha cooed softly while she wriggled her arse around and dry-fucked the air several times.

Duncan quietly crept over to one of the day-chairs and sat down. Noticing a small clock-radio on a side-table, he reached over next to him to turn it on. He found a good station that was playing some dance music, and adjusted the volume so it was not too loud, but loud enough to make it difficult for Latisha to hear any accidental noises the two conspiring men may make. The old man looked at him and Duncan gestured with an open palm toward the unsuspecting woman on the bed. 'Go for it...go and lick her pussy,' he mouthed silently.

The old man raised his eyebrows and smiled appreciatively. Then without a rush, he removed his evening jacket and hung it on a coat hook by the door, followed by his tie and shirt. In less than three minutes the old man was naked, except for his pair of long, grey socks!

Duncan looked taken aback at first by Tony's actions. He had not anticipated this at all. Then he checked the old man's body out, he didn't think he had too much too worry about, only maybe the old coot having a heart-attack! The old man did not have an ounce of fat on him anywhere; his pale skin looked baggy and too big for his almost frail-looking body. Duncan glanced down at the wrinkly penis that swung between Tony's legs...and chuckled, he wasn't sure what hung down further, the old man's cock, or his scrotum!

"Duncan...what are you doing....are you going to keep playing this silly game for any longer...you are not meant to tease me...that was the lesson I had for you remember. If you want to have sex again with your sexy, old mother...I suggest you hurry up young man," Latisha said, while continuing to writhe around and thrust the air with her hairless pudendum. 

Tony stood motionless just in front of the bed and looked at Duncan. So that is it hey, your wife's mother, this is your mother, Tony thought to himself. He smiled and nodded his head at Duncan. Way to go young fellow, he chuckled quietly to himself.

Tony looked down at Latisha; she had almost stopped her wriggling. He opened his mouth and removed his dentures, didn't want the old choppers getting in the way.

"Come on....just do it...would you."

The old man felt a stirring in his cock again, it would be nice to get a proper erection, he thought. 

Kneeling on the bed between Latisha's tied legs, Tony bent over and lowered his mouth down to her pussy.

"Oooh yeah...'bout time...that's it....that's it...give it a good lickin'...don't forget your fingers too....Duncan...oooh your tongue...have you been practicing?" Latisha said, lasciviously.

Tony came up for air and using the fingers from both his hands he opened her pussy, prising the top of her cleft wide open to expose her shiny, hard clitoris. He looked over at Duncan to see that the young man was watching intently, while stroking his long cock slowly. Then he turned back to Latisha and began to lick her clit with the full length of his fat old tongue.

"Tha's it...uh huh...good boy...tha's it....your fingers...yes...tha's better...mmm...my bum, too....go on...you know..." Latisha said urgently, she could feel an orgasm fast approaching. The teasing and fingering earlier had her right on the edge.

The old man removed a finger from her pussy and felt for her anus. He stopped licking her clit for a brief moment to dribble some spittle down onto her anus, then he rubbed it in a little before working her sphincter open and gradually...slipping his bony old finger inside her tight arse.

"Hmm...hmmm....tha's it...keep lickin' too though...oooh you're good at this now...."

Tony was enjoying himself immensely of course; he had not tasted a pretty lady's cunt like this in years, he didn't even care if there was a bit of the young buck's sperm mixed in. And ironically, he actually liked the fact she had no pubic hair...the first time for him in all his seventy-two years that he had ever had the pleasure to try it!

Latisha could feel it coming; the long teasing and fingering earlier, the anticipation, the fact she was restrained to a bed blind-folded, it had all heighted her need for sexual release and she could feel a beauty coming on at last. The finger working in and out of her bottom was really doing the trick for her too, and she ground her pubic bone hard against the sensational tongue that was rapidly circling and flicking away beautifully on her super-sensitive clitoris.

"Aaah yeah...good boy...that's it...that's it....I'm coming...aaah yeeah..."

Tony rammed his bony old middle finger in and out of her arse faster and faster...amazingly another thing he had never done to a woman before, as no lady he had ever known, and he had known a few, had ever considered to let him, let alone begged him to do it. He had his pointer finger in her wet cunt at the same time and he felt the exact moment the woman started to come. He felt her arse and cunt twitch around his fingers for several moments. He was very pleased with himself and gave a couple of grunts himself just as she tensed up and lifted her backside off the bed, then cried out before slumping back down.

"Oh God...Duncan that was the best...." Latisha chuckled somewhat breathlessly. "Mmmm....phew! You know you're going to have to stick it in now...don't you...you gotta fuck me now...you know I love a cock after that...you have my permission...go on Duncan...fuck your mother like a good boy...quick...quick...I need it...now...fuck me..."

Old Tony raised his face and smiled at Duncan who was beginning to stand up from the chair. The old man's face glistened with Latisha's juices. Duncan gestured for him to get off the bed and pointed to himself and mouthed the words 'my turn'.

Duncan was pleased the old coot had licked-out his mother, it was still not his favourite sex act, especially licking a pussy that had not long been fucked and filled with cum. Yes, the old man had done him a favour, he thought, now he was going to fuck her. He picked up his mobile phone from the dressing table and fiddled with it for a couple of seconds, and then he began to take a movie of the old codger between Latisha's legs.

"Better hurry...I need cock...now..." 

Tony raised himself onto his knees and looked down at his cock. He was grinning from ear to ear, his lips sinking into his toothless mouth and again he looked over at Duncan who now stood next to the bed stroking his own cock and waiting for him to vacate the woman's thighs that were spread so invitingly. Tony shook his head and pointed to his own withered chest, 'my turn', he tried to mouth.

An astonished look suddenly came over Duncan. He had just noticed that old Tony had an erection, something he had thought would have been impossible for a man of his age. And to make it worse, the old coot was hung! On his thin, wrinkly and pale old body his cock looked totally out of proportion, only his great balls hanging down several inches gave it some sense of balance. 

Duncan shook his head vehemently; he did not want to share his lovely mother's cunt with the old coot completely, as much as he had enjoyed the previous show. Enough was enough! Regardless, he aimed the camera at Tony's cock for the record, maybe he would send Latisha a copy one day, he thought and mouthed the word 'off' to the old man.

"Stick it in...I know you want it...come on...now...do it...come on..." Latisha begged seductively.

Tony turned back to face Latisha. Latisha, oh Latisha, such a pretty name, he thought to himself. He ignored Duncan and moved up the bed further to lean over and put his toothless mouth around one of her hard nipples, and suckled for a few moments, his gums clamping down on her flesh firmly. A bit of saliva dribbled from his mouth and ran down her breast, tickling her. 

Latisha giggled, "Hmmm...that feels funny..."

He didn't want to waste the moment any longer He could feel the woman writhing beneath him, eager. Tony reached over and grabbed a pillow from next to the blond woman's blind-folded head. Next, he folded it in half and kneeling back up he lifted her buttocks off the bed with her assistance and pushed the pillow under her bottom.

Looking down at his handiwork he was pleased. Her cunt was tilted up at just the right height for him. He looked back at Duncan and smiled lasciviously and noticed the young fellow holding his phone up at him. Tony didn't know what he was up to, and didn't care. He turned back around to Latisha and moved up closer. Holding his cock, he pulled back his long, saggy foreskin to expose his hard round knob, and then moved his bony old arse forward to watch as his cock began to disappear into Latisha's lovely, hot, slippery hole.

"Hmmm...'bout time...that's it....stick it in...do it...quick...aaah....keep going...oooh yeah....mmmm...."

He knew his penis was not as large as young Duncan's but at that moment he did not care if the bound woman, now writhing beneath him, figured out it was not her son fucking her, nothing was going to stop him now, short of a bloody, great heart attack!

Once Tony was all the way in, he gripped her hips in both hands, and got some rhythm going.

"Oooh gawd...that feels sooo good...I'm getting used to your big cock now...doesn't hurt much at all this time...you can go a bit harder if you like...aaah...yeah...uh huh, that's better...bit faster too....mmm hmm...oooh yeah," Latisha moaned, as she lustily rocked her hips in unison to the long, deep strokes of the old man she was unwittingly fucking.

The memory finally ran out on Duncan's mobile phone, but he didn't care now, he had more enough footage for what he wanted. In a weird way, he was really impressed with how the old man was going. The sight of his bony old arse, going back and forth between his mother's smooth thighs, was really appealing to a darker side of his sexuality that he was only just discovering. Duncan sniggered, as he watched Tony's big, hairy scrotum swing to and fro for a few seconds, and he started to think about what other perverted things he was going to be able to make his pretty mother-in-law do in the near future? His mind boggled at the thought, oh the power he felt he had over her now! 

Even Tony was amazed at his own stamina. His substantial strokes were moving Latisha back and forth along the bed making her pretty breasts shake around and her head flop from side to side on the pillow.

"Uh huh...uh huh...my clit...rub my clit too...yeah that's it...don't stop...rub it hard....give it to me....that's it...aaah...huh," Latisha moaned, she was enjoying the sex, it was...well...different, she mused, in a really nice way though.

Tony rubbed her clitoris hard with his thumb, and kept fucking her with long, deep strokes, his thick, veiny old cock slick with juice. He felt his big balls slapping against her arse like a pendulum, almost painfully, such was the length of his scrotum. But he did not tire...not yet, he had a bit more to go yet.

"Oooh yeah...that's it...that's it...it's coming...mmm...yeah...it's coming....aaaah," Latisha sighed deeply, as she felt the beautiful sensation of an orgasm wash over her, not a huge one, but very nice. 

Unfortunately, she also felt her blindfold beginning to shift. The knot behind her head had rubbed back up upon the pillow with all the movement. And in only a matter of moments after she came, Latisha was able to shake it off her face completely and look up in to the eye's of....of some toothless old man leering at her, as he fucked her!

"What...what the...get off me...get orrff me...whadda ya think ya doing...heeelp!!!" Latisha screamed hysterically, as she bucked and twisted, trying to shake the old man off with a great determination and she screamed again, "Raa..." but her cry was cut off. The old man had very quickly put his hand over her mouth, so she tried to bite him. Her eyes were wide with fright...even though she was still a little drunk, she could not understand how this decrepit old man had ended up fucking her!

Where was Duncan, she thought frantically, had he left the room and this dirty, old man snuck back in...to...to take advantage of her trussed body?

Tony wasted no time...he was determined to finish what he had started! He lay over the top of Latisha's struggling form, and with one hand still over her mouth... he grabbed the blindfold with the other. Then with amazing dexterity for a man of his age, he just as quickly shoved the white cloth in Latisha's mouth, shutting her screams down to an acceptably muffled groan.

Latisha looked up at her assailant; she had not recognised him at first, his thinning, grey hair was messed up and his mouth looked hollow without his dentures in. Tony, her mind screamed, the old restaurant owner! Latisha thought she would be sick at any moment, but feared she may choke with the gag jammed in her mouth. Still she tried to shake the old man off but with little luck....and then she was horrified when she felt him reach under her backside and grip her buttocks with his bony fingers, only to continue fucking her! 

"Don't worry my dear...umpf...umpf...don't have long to go now...umpf...umpf..." Tony said in a comforting tone, surprisingly, he was a little pleased at having been discovered, now he could speak...and grunt!

Latisha twisted and thrashed about, but her bonds and his firm grip on her arse made it impossible to dislodge the old man. 

"Umpf...umpf...young fellow...umpf...umpf...your mother bucks well...umpf...umpf...very well," Tony said, almost out of breath now himself.

Latisha looked sideways and for the first time she saw her son standing there...he had a demented look on his face and was masturbating rapidly while watching her being raped. She felt a tear run down her face.

"Ooor...getting close...don't worry...not much cum in these old balls these days...umph...umpf...nearly done my dear...nearly done..."

Tony ejaculated at last, it was almost painful, but finally his old balls were relieved as they released barely a spoonful of sperm into Latisha's wonderful vagina. He laughed at his own discomfort, quite negligible compared to the wonderful feeling of his cock finally pumping some seed into the young woman (young to him of course) that still bucked around beneath him. Ah yes...the pleasure and pain, he thought delightfully.

"You can stop now, my dear...you can stop your excellent bucking around, my dear...I have cum at last...aaah...yeesss...at last...you were wonderful...wonderful..."

Latisha did stop...it was pointless now...the old man had fucked her...really fucked her. She couldn't help but think how he had even put her dear husband to shame...and more than old enough to be her father too! 

The old man, quite breathless, lay on her for a couple of minutes recovering; he was well and truly spent, in more ways than one. His cock softened quickly and he was disappointed when it finally slipped out of Latisha's lovely pussy, her pussy that now had a load of his old cum inside of it!

"You can get off her now Tony...you've had your fun you old stud, you," Duncan chuckled, as he slapped the old man on his bony arse.

"S'pose I should get going...much and all I would like to stay," Tony said, as he reluctantly rolled off the distraught woman.

Duncan looked down at his mother's splayed cunt and watched a trickle of pale cum ooze out and run down past her anus and onto the pillow that was still tucked under her buttocks.

"Nice!" he said, and noticing Latisha had calmed down a bit, he reached over and removed her gag.

"Bastards...phewt," she spat, "You pair of bastards...let me go...let me fucking go...I'm going to the police...you hear me...you will not get away with this!" Latisha said with seething anger.

Tony had popped his teeth back in his mouth and was beginning to dress, "Oh, Latisha my dear, I think we will," he started calmly, "I can only guess what you would like to tell the police, my dear. But alas, what do you think they would say when I finally told my version of events? How you came to my restaurant on your own, dressed very provocatively, to meet a young man, a liaison with...your own son. You chose to sit with him in a darkened booth, whereupon you consumed several glasses of wine together, almost the whole time you let him play with your...with your lovely little pussy, under the table no less. Hmm? At one stage you even let him expose yourself somewhat invitingly to me as he...hrmm...had digital intercourse with you," Tony stopped for a moment to button his shirt up, Duncan was sitting on the bed next to Latisha with a smirk on his face.

"But none of that gave you the right to come in here...and...and rape me!" Latisha cried.

"Quite the contrary, my dear, quite the contrary, my guest in room four next to this one could attest to the frantic love-making he no doubt heard as your bed banged repeatedly against the adjoining wall...he called me to investigate...where upon I met your son...errm...your lover, whom you agreed was your husband when you both took my lodgings, when I meet your lover in the bathroom looking for a shaver to...shave his 'wife's' pubic hair off." Tony said as he sat to put his socks and shoes on.

"That still didn't give you the right to...," Latisha sobbed quietly.

"You haven't let me finish, my dear. When I next saw your...husband, I was invited to view your lovely little vagina, that you had so graciously shown me in my restaurant earlier, only this time with its pubic hair removed. Upon entering your room and seeing you trussed-up naked, and knowing how eager you were to bed your...young husband, I had to assume you were the...kinky type and I had been invited in for more than my viewing pleasure."

"Still...it didn't..." Latisha was wavering and she swallowed hard. Duncan had begun to fondle her breasts, tugging at her nipples quite hard.

"My dear...you asked me to fuck you, did you not?"

"I thought it was...oow...not too hard, Duncan! I thought it was..."

"Your son?" Tony enquired, "Think the police will be impressed by a middle-aged, married woman dressing like a slut, meeting her lover, her son-in-law, for sex, who allows herself to be tied-up and shaved after exposing herself to a stranger whilst being didled, would not also possibly enjoy having intercourse with the man she had been exposing her fanny at!" Tony said forcefully. 

Latisha knew it would be hopeless, how would she look if it went to court? Having a good grasp of the law, she doubted it would even get that far, but the damage would be done, everyone would know, it would look very bad for her, she thought ashamedly, her life would be ruined. 

"Come on, my dear Latisha, such a beautiful name, it was not all that bad...was it?" Tony asked confidently, just as he put on his jacket, "You did enjoy it...did you not?" 

Latisha looked down and sighed deeply, she could not believe it, but it was true, she had enjoyed it, before she knew of course, better than she could have imagined. She truly felt ashamed, she had just orgasmed twice with a complete stranger, unwittingly of course, but nonetheless...and yes, she had enjoyed it, wonderfully so. Oh George, I am so sorry, she thought, remorsefully.




The Lesson Ch. 02



Pain as never experienced rushes through my body...almost an overload between the clamps on my nipples and pussy, and the huge dildo rammed into my cunt. I hang by my wrists, tears flowing down my cheeks as I stare at the large black man in front of me. I watch as he moves across the room to gaze at the wall filled with implements of torture. He selects a flogger made of very stiff leather, turns back towards me laughing.

'So who is in control now, bitch? Where is your white superiority?' I shake my head in anger, which causes the clamps to move causing me to scream as shots of electricity shoot through my tits.

'OH MY!!!! I forgot the most important item!' I wondered what he could be talking about, for just a brief moment. He walked behind me, large hands rubbing over my pale body. Quickly, he rams a hard object into my virgin ass, I feel like I am being ripped in two. Suddenly, my ass and cunt start to vibrate. He stands there watching me as my body betrays me, the fullness and movements move me closer to the edge of pleasure.

'OH NO YOU DON'T BITCH!!!!!' All sensations stop as he yells at me. I hang there gasping, needing release, yet too afraid to see what happens next.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! I scream into the gag as he begins to hit me with the flogger, the leather meeting my pale skin leaving angry red welts all over my tender body. He continues to beat me with no mercy as I fight my bonds in an effort to get away. If feels like my skin is in shreds, yet when I am able to peek down, all I see are welts. The skin is still in one piece and no blood. He works the flogger expertly over my body, never hitting twice in the same spot. He works the leather tips delicately over my nipples, creating excruciating pain that flows from the end of the leather clear through my body down to my toes.

'MMFFGGHHRGGFFHH!' I cry against the gag, trying to get him to stop not sure just how much more pain I can handle before I am sure I will die.

He stops, returns to the wall to put the flogger back. I hang there, body beet red from all the welts that have been raised on my pale, white body. He returns holding a long thin object. He holds it up so I can get a good look at it. Slowly, he runs it along my cheeks causing me to shiver.

"You have felt nothing yet bitch. That was just a warm up. Now we get to down to business. You accepted 8 drinks from me, 8 drinks that MY BLACK MONEY paid for. NOW, you must pay for each of those drinks. Since you are too good for a black man, even one like me, you must pay me back. What do you think is an appropriate repayment?'

Tearfully, I shake my head as I attempt to answer his question, the gag blocking anything intelligent coming from my mouth.

'Yes, I agree.....4 strokes for every drink sounds good to me, and we will add one final stroke to make it an even 25. Such a good suggestion, bitch. Now, where should we put the strokes?'

With that, he runs the cane along my tits teasingly, then moves down to run the cane along my inner thighs, pushes the tip of the cane against my engorged clit. It was just enough pressure to send me over the edge; I shake in my bonds as an orgasm washes over my body.

'TSK TSK' No one gave you permission to orgasm!!!! That will cost you 5 more strokes.....and on the pussy since that is the body part that disobeyed.'

My eyes fly open as suddenly a flash of extreme pain fills my body as he brings the cane up to connect with my pussy. I shake violently as I scream into the gag. Before the pain even has a chance to begin to recede, He hits my pussy 4 more times, leaving just enough time between each strike for the pain to recede slightly, which creates the feeling of more pain. He methodically begins to administer the 25 strokes, spreading them evenly over my body. By the time he is finished, my body is covered in what truly looks like miniature railroad tracks. Now, I truly feel blood trickling down my skin as he has actually broken the skin in places.

He puts the cane away, returns to stand in front of me. He lifts my chin up, gazing deeply into my pain filled eyes.

'Your punishment is over girl. You will learn that when you deserve to be punished, I will punish, and then move on. You will learn your place, and once you do, your life will be much easier. I am going to remove this gag, you are to remain silent until I give you permission to speak, or you are asked a direct question. Do you understand?'

I nod my understanding, wanting nothing more than for the harsh treatment to stop. He reaches up and unlocks the gag, pulling it roughly from my mouth causing me to cry out in pain. HIs eyes darken at the sound as I cringe from the gaze on his face. 'What do you have to say to me now bitch?'

'FUCK YOU!!!! LET ME GO!!!'

"Well now, is that really how you should be speaking to the One that holds your life in his hands?" I scream as he grabs on to the chain attached to my nipples and pulled. I glare at him as he pulls harder, reaches down and begins to pull on the chains attached to my pussy.

Sobbing, I finally break. 'I'm sorry, please stop. Please, stop...I won't do it again, please I'm sorry... I'm begging you pleaseeeee!!!!'

He drops the chains sending one more violent shot of pain through my tender parts. He moves to the corner of the room and pushes something close to me. On top of it I see a huge dildo, bigger and blacker than the one already imbedded deep in my pussy.

'PLEASE NOOOOOOOO, THAT THING IS TOO BIG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

He ignores my pleas, pulls the dildo out of my pussy and slides the bench between my legs, pushes a button and I am lifted up by my arms so he can line up the dildo with my dripping pussy. He lowers me onto it, I moan as it fills me to capacity stretching my pussy. He leans down, attaching my ankles to rings in the floor, completely restricting my movement. I look at him terrified not knowing what to expect. Suddenly, the dildo imbedded deep within me begins to rotate, the tip hitting my gspot. It is twirling and thrusting, and I can't stop it. I moan realizing that he will be able to force me to orgasm if he wishes. Just as I get close to falling over the edge of ultimate pleasure, all movement stops. I cry out in frustration.

'Do you really think that you deserve to receive pleasure after cursing at me? And screaming at me?'

He stands there waiting for an answer, one I do not know. I look at him confused. He laughs as he turns the machine back on, leans forward to kiss me tugging on the chains. I cry out against his lips, both from the pain and the thought that a black man was kissing me. He pulled back staring at me intently.

'You still feel you are too good to be touched by a black man, don't you?' I stare at him, refusing to answer that question.

'You better get used to the touch of a black man, bitch. You will never feel the touch of a white man again. You now belong to me, I own your body, your soul, your mind, and one day I will own your heart. I think some time on my friend here will help your mindset. We will discuss your attitude when I return. I pray that it changes between now and then, as I would really hate to have to teach you another lesson.'

With those words, he flicked a switch causing the machine to start humming again and walked out of the room; hit a button next to the door leaving me in darkness. He had set the machine to tease, it kept me on the edge of orgasms for the next three hours, my body creating pain in my tits and pussy, from the clamps, by my own movements.yet never allowing me to cross that threshold into pure pleasure. 



The Lesson Ch. 02: Dinner



The house was large, and confusing. Kajira took several hours exploring, from the servants' quarters at the top of the house to the kitchens below and everything in between. Everywhere she went, the servants bowed low to her and it was confusing. She was used to being the one prostrate on the floor, not the other way around. Finally she made her way to a courtyard in which a pool shimmered and trees grew, housing a multitude of small, brightly colored birds. They darted and flew overhead, their soft twitterings soothing to Kajira's turbulent emotions.

Was she really here?

How did she come to be in such a house, with such a Master? She hugged herself for joy and sat down by the pool. Little bronze fish scattered away in the pool beneath her, the light reflecting on the bottom of the pool in glimmering rings. "How wonderful!" she gasped as a larger fish came sailing grandly by, his mouth opening and closing in a silent conversation. She imitated him for a moment, then giggled.

"His name is Akeem." A voice startled her and she drew back. "Don't be afraid. I'm Malek, Amir's younger brother." He stepped out from behind a towering fern and smiled down at Kajira. "The fish. His name is Akeem. It means 'wise'. As children Amir and I would come to the pool and ask Akeem questions, hoping one day the Wise One would answer." 

"Did he?" Kajira asked softly.

"No. Useless bastard." He picked up a pebble and tossed it into the pool then shoved his hands into his pockets. "I hear you're my brother's new slave."

Kajira bowed her head.

"An excellent slave, it would seem." Malek grinned. "Would you like me to show you where Amir and I used to build forts as children?" 

"O yes!" Kajira said, bouncing up on her toes. "I would like that very much, please!"

Malek held out his arm and Kajira hesitated. "I...I'm not sure..." she began, but Malek shushed her.

"Amir won't mind if you take my arm. It's perfectly proper."

Kajira took his arm and they strolled through the house out the back door and into a lush and verdant garden. Jasmine bloomed, its heady fragrance filling Kajira's nose. Everywhere was a riot of color, with flowers of every shape and size. Several gardeners tended to the plants, one staking up a drooping vine and another trimming back a bushy shrub. Kajira breathed deeply, the intoxicating scents almost dizzying her head.

"Do you live here?" Kajira asked shyly.

"I do." Malek answered. "Until I marry."

"I see." Kajira touched a peony wonderingly. "And when will that be?"

"When my older brother chooses my wife." Malek said, a hint of bitterness in his tone.

Kajira looked up at him quickly. "Master will choose your wife?" 

"Yes, since our parents are both dead he is the head of the household and will choose my bride when he sees fit."

Kajira pondered this. It seemed odd that a Highborn wasn't able to direct his own destiny in this way, but she held her tongue.

"Here." Malek pulled back some overhanging branches and motioned for Kajira to duck beneath. On the other side were several rudimentary stone edifices, held together by mud and straw. "Our forts."

Kajira giggled softly. "I cannot imagine Master playing, somehow." She said, putting her hand over her mouth in surprise. 

"He used to." Malek said shortly. "But come, you will be late for the meal if we delay any longer." He took her arm and they ducked back into the garden and into the house.

***

Dima was waiting for Kajira in her room, a lightly steaming bowl of fragrant water ready, clothes laid out on the bed. Kajira entered the room and bowed to Dima who bowed back. The older woman motioned for Kajira to come to the wash table, where she efficiently stripped the girl of her garments and began to wash her. Kajira was embarrassed. She was a slave, not one to be washed by a servant! She tried to take the cloth from Dima but the woman held it firmly and shook her finger at Kajira admonishingly. Kajira subsided, lost in thought.

I am a slave to my Master, she thought, no longer a slave of the Palace. It was a strange thought. Dima dried the girl with a soft linen cloth and led her to the bed where the garments were laid out. Kajira looked at them, confused. She turned towards Dima. "I am to wear...this?" she pointed at the scraps of fabric on the bed and Dima nodded firmly.

Kajira flushed. The outfit would barely cover her private bits, and the semi-transparency of the rest of the fabric would leave little to the imagination. Dima lifted a curious object, flat panels of fabric with lacing up the back, and shimmied it down over Kajira's body, arranging and tightening it until Kajira could barely breathe. Her breasts were pushed up so far that they jiggled with every motion, drawing the eye. Dima smiled and nodded. Kajira blushed to imagine what she must look like.

Next came the diaphanous skirt, the smoky fabric swirling around Kajira's legs like vapor. She moved her hips and the shimmering fabric moved with her sensuously. Kajira ran her hands down her sides to her hips, feeling the silky smoothness of the garment.

"It's beautiful." She said softly and Dima nodded. Finally the shoes. Delicate sandals with slender heels and straps that Dima fastened up Kajira's legs. She stood back and admired her handiwork, smiling.

"Thank you, Dima." Kajira bowed to the older woman. Dima bowed back, clearly pleased. The sound of a gong reverberated through the house and Kajira jumped. "O! Time for supper!" she hurried out the door and down the hall towards Amir's study, where she knelt at the door and knocked softly.

Footsteps, then the door opened. "You may rise, Kajira." Amir said. Kajira kissed his foot before rising. He held her out at arm's length and studied her. "You look exquisite, my little dove." He tucked her arm into his and began down the hall.

"Master..." Kajira began uncertainly.

"You may speak freely, I have told you that, Kajira."

"Should I not walk behind you?" she asked softly.

"Sometimes you will, when we are on high protocol. But tonight you will be on my arm as I command." He led the way into the dining room and pulled out a chair for Kajira. She sat down wonderingly. Leaning over, he whispered in her ear "Normally you would be at my feet." 

Kajira looked down at his feet, eyes wide, and he laughed. "Oh, little dove how you delight me!"

Malek came in and seated himself, as did an elderly aunt who was introduced to Kajira as Auntie Sayyida. The food was brought in, delicious and plentiful, and Kajira's belly growled. 

Malek laughed. "Kajira, are you not accustomed to such rich food?" He joked,

Kajira began to tremble with uncertainty. She was not a Highborn, and yet here she was at the table of a nobleman and his family. Her head reeled. How did this come to be, she wondered. Amir put his hand over hers comfortingly and she calmed a bit.

"Kajira's diet is none of your concern, Malek." Auntie Sayyida said, placidly chewing her way through a flatbread.

Kajira flushed, embarrassed to be the center of attention. Amir began to talk to his younger brother about politics and as the two bickered and argued Auntie Sayyida studied Kajira. 

"You're a pretty one." She observed, through a mouthful of rice.

"Thank you, Auntie." Kajira replied, unsure if that was the correct way to address the woman. She sipped delicately at her soup and tried to calm herself.

"Amir has never taken a slave before." The old woman observed.

"Has he not?" Kajira asked, spoon poised halfway to her mouth.

"No, he has not. And it is not for the lack of possibilities." Auntie Sayyida winked, and Kajira stifled a giggle.

"He is a handsome man." Kajira said.

"And more importantly, a good man." Auntie Sayyida said significantly.

Kajira's eyes lingered on her Master as he spoke. How beautiful he was to her, how strong and intelligent. And good. "A good man." She murmured as a smile played on Auntie Sayyida's lips.

"You will serve him well." The old woman said.

Their food was removed and more brought out, spiced meats and tender vegetables, succulent fruits and risen bread. Kajira's mouth watered. She had never been this close to so much food before. Her hand hovered over several possibilities, before Amir chose for her. Expertly slicing into the breast of some exotic fowl, he laid the slivers on her plate and then added figs and bread. Kajira ate. She sipped her wine but it made her feel dizzy and unlike herself.

When the wine came around again Amir put his hand over Kajira's glass. "No more for my slave. She is not used to it."

Kajira glanced up at him through her long lashes. How can this man of whom I know so little know me so well? She wondered. Auntie Sayyida dozed peacefully and the men argued on as Kajira ate dreamily, looking about herself. The rich tapestries on the walls spoke of epic battles fought ages ago, spoke of this family who had been victorious in war and prosperous in peace. Kajira allowed her mind to drift back to this afternoon, and her training lesson in how to please her Master. She remembered the feeling of his thick member in her mouth, the rich, musky scent of his manhood and the taste of his bliss on her tongue. Dreamy eyed, she let out a little sigh.

"Is everything to your satisfaction, little dove?" Amir asked her. Shaken from her reverie she blinked. 

"Yes, Master. Everything is exquisite. Thank you for allowing this girl to sit at your table tonight." He tipped her face up and kissed her lips.

Malek snorted. "When will you allow me to have such delights, brother?"

"When you become man enough to handle them, brother." Amir replied, his voice dangerously smooth.

Malek stood from the table and threw down the date he had been eating, then stormed away. Amir shook his head.

"It might be that a wife would settle him, Amir." Auntie Sayyida said, rousing from her nap.

"He is not grown enough for a wife, Auntie." Amir retorted, rising to his feet. Kajira shadowed his actions, staying close by his side. "I think we will retire to the gardens for a stroll, Auntie. Enjoy your evening."

Auntie Sayyida waved them off with one hand, the other one busy bringing a dripping peach segment to her mouth. 

"Take my arm." Amir ordered, and Kajira instantly obeyed. They sauntered from the room and down the airy corridors towards the pleasure gardens. The evening air was warm and fragrant with the scent of the frangipani trees that lined the walk. They strolled for some time in the darkness, little darts of light flittering here and there from the light of fireflies.

"I have to go away for some time." Amir said, finally. Kajira's heart dropped.

"Can I come with you?" she asked, before she realized how brazen the words sounded.

"I'm afraid you can't, little dove." He stroked her hair. "I will return to you."

"Where do you go to, Master?" She asked, moving her cheek into the curve of his hand.

"Across the Blighted Sea for trade, my dove. It is no place for a woman."

They walked slowly back to the house, Kajira's grip on her Master very tight indeed. When they returned to the corridor with Amir's study, he stopped and opened the door, pulling her inside.

"I would have you pour me a drink." He said, indicating the sideboard where the various bottles of liquor were kept.

"Yes, Master. What drink does Master desire?" she asked, a smile touching her lips.

Amir looked at her inquisitively. "Does this slave know how to make drinks?" he asked.

"This slave served the Sultans wives for five years, Master. She is most proficient."

"Then I will have a Devil's Scimitar." He commanded. Kajira went to the sideboard and busied herself with bottles and a glass. She put the drink on a small tray and walked gracefully back to Amir, then knelt, offering the drink up to him.

"For Master's pleasure." She said softly. 

He took the drink and held it to the light, then swirled it in the glass, sniffing it. Then he touched it to his lips. Kajira waited, breathless. He took a sip and shut his eyes.

"Perfect." He pronounced and Kajira gave a little involuntary squeak of happiness. He took her hand and sat, pulling her down onto his lap. She snuggled into his chest happily as he sipped his drink.

"Master..." Kajira began uncertainly.

"Yes, little dove?" Amir stroked her hair gently, admiring the burnished gleam of it in the candlelight.

"Am I to be your...only slave?" She asked, hiding her face in his chest after asking such an audacious question.

"You are to be my only personal slave, yes. I have others who do labor for the household, but you will be the only one I take to my bed." He reassured her.

"O, thank you Master!" she cried, but then a small frown creased her brow.

"What is it, my girl?" Amir traced the furrow with his finger, smiling.

"Someday you will take a wife, and then what shall happen to me?" Kajira's voice was little more than a whisper.

"Do not fret about that, little one. Enjoy each day as it comes."

"Yes, Master." 

They sat entwined like that for a while longer, then Amir slid Kajira off his lap gently and said, "I would like to show you something. Come with me."

He led the way to a tall cupboard in the corner of the room. As tall again as a man and a half and a large armstretch wide, it was an imposing piece of furniture. Amir pulled a key fob from his pocket and found the key to open the cupboard, fitting it in the brass lock snugly. With a little snick the door swung open.

Kajira gazed inside the cupboard, unable to move, to speak.

It was full of punishment implements.

Paddles, straps and whips. Restraints, gags and spreader bars. Things Kajira had no idea what their use was, but her knees trembled to imagine. Dozens and dozens of items lined the cupboard neatly, every thing in its place. Amir stepped back and swept his arm in an arc, indicating the contents of the cupboard.

"What do you think?" he asked, finally, an enigmatic smile on his face.

"I..." Kajira's mind refused to frame words for the emotions roiling through her head. This is a safe place, she thought, why is he showing me all this?

"Kajira. Look at me." Amir commanded, and instantly her eyes flew to his face. "Does this frighten you?"

"A...a little." Her voice was tiny.

"These are things that I use to keep order, to correct misbehavior. Sometimes I use them because I want to, because I enjoy using them."

"Did...did you enjoy what you did to me at the Palace?" she asked, eyes fixed searchingly on his.

He hesitated. "I would be lying if I said that it didn't arouse me to some degree. But I wouldn't have had you punished like that, not so severely."

"But you would have had me punished?" 

"Not for that. Perhaps for my amusement. But as I have said, in time you will grow to love the kiss of the whip, the sting of the cane."

"I don't understand." Kajira's eyes were full of unshed tears.

"Oh my darling. In time it will all make sense." He took out a slender, short crop and brushed it against her cheek softly. She flinched and looked away. "Kajira..." Amir said, his voice thick with desire, turn around."

Kajira turned obediently, heart beating like a trapped bird in the cage of her chest. She felt Amir's hands on the laces of her top and she gasped, but didn't move. Quickly he unlaced it and bade her raise her arms. In a moment the garment was on the floor and Kajira stood before him, breasts jutting out temptingly.

"M...Master?" she implored.

"I'm going to give you another lesson, Kajira." He said, circling her in a predatory manner. "You had one of pain, and one of pleasure. This one will combine the two." He took the crop and with the flat tip he flicked each of her nipples, quickly bringing them to attention. She gasped, more surprised than anything. He continued to use the tip of the crop to tease her nipples, circling the pink buds and flicking softly across the peaks. In a few minutes Kajira was moaning, her body undulating with the movements of the crop, in a sensual dance of desire. 

Without warning, Amir brought the crop back and smacked her nipple with enough force to make it sting. Kajira yelped, but didn't cover her breasts. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back. He teased the other breast, gauging her reaction, and when he decided she was once again in a sensual trance he raised the crop and smacked her other nipple, a bit harder this time. 

"Aaahhh!" Kajira cried out, arching her back. The pain was slight, but bearable and mingled curiously with the pleasure. He continued to tease and smack, running the crop under her breasts to raise them and letting them fall for the pleasure of watching them bounce, circling her and observing every nuance of her submission from the exact pink shade of her elongated nipples to the tone of her breathing.

The little crop rose and fell repeatedly on her now rosy breasts, Kajira's breathing was rapid and shallow and her moans filled the room. With each smack of the crop her head would go back with the momentary sting, then come forward again as she experienced the pleasure of the teasing. He kept at this for some few minutes, teasing, smacking, teasing, smacking until he was certain the girl was on the edge of her arousal. He slid his hand up underneath her gauzy skirt and found her dripping core, plunging two fingers deep inside her. She let out an animalistic cry and moved her hips against his hand. With his fingers still inside her, he guided her back towards his desk until she bumped into it. He pushed her back until she was lying on her back across the desk, legs splayed wide, hips dancing to the rhythm of his thrusts.

He stood back for a moment and jerked her skirt up and away from her legs, exposing her fully. She was so aroused that she didn't even attempt to cover herself, only looked up at him with lust-glazed eyes, waiting for whatever he would do next.

He lowered his chin and looked at her. "Kajira, I'm going to use the crop on your sex now. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." She replied, never breaking eye contact. He moved closer and brought out the crop once again, this time angling it vertically to align with her pussylips. He stroked her for another few moments, teasing her clit out of its hood, until the gleaming pink nub stood out proudly from the slick folds of flesh. With one lightning quick motion he brought the crop down, flicking more than smacking her engorged clit. She let out a noise halfway between a moan and a scream, and her fingers found the edges of the desk where she clung to it like a drowning person to a life raft.

Inside her head it was a kaleidoscope of pleasure and pain, fear and lust, trust and terror. She was beyond aroused by his treatment of her body, her breasts tingled from their punishment and her pussy was on fire. He continued to crop her now dripping slit, smacking the lips then the clit then her mound until she was squirming on the desk and making noises of pure abandonment.

"Do you want to climax?" Amir murmured in her ear, and she nodded frantically.

"Yes, please, Master! This slave needs to climax very badly!" she begged him. He flicked the tip of the crop across her clit again and again, making her body twitch and writhe. She lay there, open and exposed, her inner thighs and cunt blotched red and pink from the crop, little squishy noises from where the crop flicked her soaking wet clit filling the room.

She felt her passion mounting until everything was a blur of color and light and her body was weightless and the exquisite pleasure of her orgasm was so sharp it was almost like a pain and that made it even better. As she climaxed, Amir smacked her clit over and over, with more force this time, and she juddered and cried out his name over and over as she exploded in a shower of pussy juice. 

She lay there panting, and Amir brought the crop up to her face. "You have nearly ruined my favorite toy, Kajira." He laughed softly. "Lick it clean." He brought the instrument to her lips and nudged them open. Reluctantly at first, but then with more vigor, she sucked and licked the tip of the crop clean of her juices. He dipped it into them again and they shared the nectar this time, their tongues intertwining around the leather of the crop.




The Lesson Ch. 02: Dinner



"My turn, I think." Amir finally said, undoing his trousers and moving closer between her spread thighs. His cock sprung to life, long, thick and obviously in need of attention. He held it and circled the swollen purple head around and around Kajira's dripping slit until she began to moan again. "Mmmm, does my little slave slut want some more?" he asked silkily

"Oh, yes please Master! This girl wants everything her Master pleases to give her! Please, Master, I beg you!" she squirmed beneath him and he introduced the tip of his cock to her tight opening slowly.

"AAAAaaahhhh!" she cried out, feeling him moving incrementally forwards, deeper and deeper inside her tight pleasure hole. "AAahhh, Master it hurts!" she whimpered, but he pressed on.

"Shhh, only for a moment my dove." And with that he thrust forward, breaking the seal of her virginity and making her a woman. His hips moved slowly at first to accommodate the unaccustomed bulk inside the tight girl, but soon his lust had ensorcelled him and he grabbed her hips and began to thrust in and out more rapidly. The stunned girl lay there, gasping and panting, the pain a memory and the pleasure of this moment mounting. 

He reached down and found her clit, stroking it gently. She winced, as it was still sore from its smacking, but he was careful and she began to moan once again. Their bodies moved together, the wet, sticky residue of her first orgasm providing more than adequate lubrication, and the room took on a sultry, musky scent of sex. The only sounds were the soft, squelchy noise of hard cock reaming wet pussy and the moans and murmurs of Kajira and Amir. 

After a few minutes, Amir said, "I'm going to cum inside you, Kajira. Raise your legs up and wrap them around my body."

Kajira brought her legs up and around his lean hips, feeling him enter her that much deeper. She let out a groan at the intensity of the sensations and he thrust into her in earnest now, gathering his strength for his ultimate finish.

"Oh, Master, it feels so wonderful!" she cried out, impaled on his thick member. "I had no idea that it could be like this!"

"Mmmmm often it isn't for a woman." He admitted, breathing heavily. "But we are different." And with that, he gave one almighty thrust and his seed spewed from him into her womb, filling her and making her throb and pulse with her own climax. Feeling the ring of muscle tightening around his cock gave him such exquisite pleasure that he moaned deeply, collapsing on top of her.

They lay there, spent, for some minutes. The soft susurration of the breeze at the curtains, the insistent tick of the grandfather clock, the increasing regularity of their breathing were the only sounds to be heard. Amir raised himself off Kajira with a grunt, standing and fastening up his trousers. Then he helped the girl off the desk and they stood, holding one another. He kissed her deeply, intertwining his tongue with hers, and they kissed like that for a long while, losing track of time.

"Come. Let Dima get you bathed before supper." He led her out into the hallway and to her room, where Dima sat sewing.

"Draw her a bath, Dima. Give her almond milk in the bath and one of cook's herbal tisanes to calm the nerves. I will be in my study until dinner."

Dima led the girl silently to the washroom, which was a large, black and white tiled room dominated by a dais in which a large tub sat. Dima turned the tap and the water began to sluice out, warm and inviting. Dima poured the rich-smelling almond milk into the bath and tested the temperature with her elbow. She helped Kajira undress and step into the tub gingerly, the stinging pain in her nipples and clit intensifying in the nearly hot water. For a moment she winced, but then the soothing almond milk did its work and the pain melted away into a satisfying glow. 

Kajira lay there, arms outstretched on the lip of the tub, thinking. Just two days ago she had been the lowliest of the low, sent to empty slop pails and rub aching feet, wash the Sultan's soiled sheets daily, mend the wives' garments with tiny, fine stitches until her eyes ached. Now she was owned by a rich and powerful master, and living in a beautiful home. She had a servant of her own, and was lying in a scented bath, languorously enjoying the afterglow of exotic lovemaking. It seemed like a dream.

What would tomorrow hold?



The Lesson Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Harry's Graduation

Thanks for all the positive comments about my bi-experiences which are true accounts of what has happened to me over the years. Names have been changed to protect the guilty.

Harry's head was in something of a whirl. He knew that he still enjoyed sex with women (although he hadn't been tasting pussy as much as he would like) but after his recent experiences with John his thoughts were preoccupied with the joys of sucking cock and now, after his latest experience, of being royally fucked into the bargain. He could never have had imagined the pleasurable sensations that could be derived by having a cock slide in and out of his arse. The mere thought of it now gave him a raging hard on.

Throughout his adult life he had been aware that gay men fancied him, and whilst his ego enjoyed the compliment he'd generally found the thought of making love to a man something of a turn-off, but as John had now shown him he was simply fighting the inevitable. With the benefit of hindsight he could see this now. All these years he had clearly been in denial. Who had he been kidding?

Whilst he looked forward to his next lesson with John, he also craved, with a certain sense of apprehension, to taste another cock and finally graduate to becoming a truly active bi-male. That said even Harry couldn't have anticipated where his next offer of cock would come from or the ramifications it would have.

He had been invited around to a long-time friend and his wife for dinner and as was customary he brought a large bottle of whisky with him to help proceedings along. His friend was quite a character, forever challenging him about one life choice or another, but over the years they had established a very close friendship. There was also an added incentive to his visits since he fancied his wife something rotten, whose svelte figure and ample breasts made his cock tingle with the thought of nestling between them.

Until now he hadn't really given much thought about how his friend, Giles, actually looked. But John had opened up new sexual horizons to him and Harry now found himself subconsciously checking Giles out. The first thing that people meeting Giles comment upon is his smouldering deep dark brown eyes – you'd describe them as 'come to bed with me eyes' and it was fair to say that many a woman had been drawn to his particular bed. Even in marriage he knew that when Giles was away on business he couldn't resist bedding an obliging woman – or 'filly' - his less than endearing term for them. In fact, for those in the know, his sexual conquests were legendary. Giles had a lean, toned physic and what only Harry could describe as a sexual swagger. He exuded sex from every pore. Harry often wished that he was more like him – he'd appreciate his bank balance too.

The evening passed by pleasantly enough and as the effects of the second bottle of Merlot took its effect Harry lost track of time. Looking at his watch it was clear that he was going to miss his last train home. Fortunately this wasn't a problem since it wasn't unusual for Harry to sleep over on the sofa-bed. As was also customary Giles' wife would make her excuses and retire leaving the two men to put the world to rights and slowly polish off the bottle of fine malt whisky.

"So bedded any fillies that I should know about?" challenged Giles in his usual blunt, provocative fashion.

Harry wouldn't normally have batted an eyelid to such a direct question, but this time he hesitated and finally replied, "Well it's been an interesting few weeks to say the least."

"How so?" asked Giles, his interest clearly aroused.

Harry took a large gulp of whisky to steady his nerves. His friendship with Giles had always been a frank and open one. Giles would describe in detail his love making sessions with his wife and other conquests and Harry would happily reciprocate, but this particular confessional was a little more - awkward. He wasn't sure how Giles, the archetype alpha male, would react.

"Had any good blow-jobs recently?" asks Giles provocatively.

Harry almost chokes on his whisky. It was either a brilliant educated guess or Giles had rumbled Harry checking out his cock teasingly outlined in his trainer bottoms.

"Is that the question of a guilty man?" retorts Harry.

"I've been known to indulge when the moment presents itself," replies Giles with unabashed honesty and an ever so suggestive smile.

They both laugh nervously. Harry isn't quite sure how to respond, he should be shocked but he wasn't and the whisky had removed any real inhibitions.

"Me too," he blurts out taking another swig of whisky to steady his nerves.

"Thought as much," smiled Giles reassuringly as if he'd known all along.

"It's getting late, you must be tired – we should make up the sofa bed," Giles announces as if the previous conversation hadn't happened.

In a slightly inebriated state they grab their glasses and walk into the living room. The erection of the sofa was quickly done and as Harry strips down to his Y-fronts an uneasy silence descended. For once both men appear at a loss for words. The implication of what they had both disclosed still hanging in the air.

Giles finally breaks the uneasy silence. "Tell you what I've got a great video that we should watch. I guarantee you'll enjoy it."

Without waiting for a response Giles pops the VHS into the machine and nonchalantly plonks himself back down on the edge of the sofa bed waiting for Harry's reaction with the glint of a mischievous schoolboy. Giles always had the disconcerting habit of rubbing his cock and balls, but this time his hand seemed to tantalisingly linger over his crotch and when he moved it briefly away Harry couldn't help but notice the unmistakable outline of Giles semi-erect cock. He felt his own cock involuntarily stir at the sight.

Harry's attention shifted to the television and as he suspected a porn movie was playing – that was nothing unusual in itself since they often watched porn together - but to his surprise he was greeted by the site of a fine example of American manhood oozing pre cum and being eagerly sucked by another equally well endowed male. Giles earlier revelation still ringing in his ears combined with the sight of one rather well proportioned cock being slowly licked along its shaft on TV was having quite an effect on Harry's own cock, which was aching to be released from the confines of his Y-fronts.

"You wouldn't believe how many times I've thought about the possibility of having your cock in my mouth like that," proclaims Giles as he continues to rub his crotch with a growing disregard as to whether Harry was OK with the unfolding scene or not.

The effect on Giles cock was clear to see and Harry's eyes are transfixed on the ever hardening bulge in Giles pants. Harry's mouth is dry in anticipation. Getting up from the sofa bed Giles walks towards him, purposely rubbing his aching cock as he does. Standing before Harry, lustfully observing him from beneath his long eyelashes, Giles slowly pulls his slacks down over his thighs to reveal the magnificent sight of his throbbing thick cock in all its glory. Pulling his foreskin back over the red bulbous cock head a steady trickle of pre cum oozes from its tip.

"So are you going to show me what I've been missing," pleads Giles.

Harry doesn't need a second invitation as he places his hands on Giles thighs slowly caressing them as he pulls his cock towards his awaiting mouth. Heightening his desire yet further, Giles cock twitches in anticipation of being touched. Harry darts his tongue out licking up the pre cum around the tip of the cock, delighting in its salty taste. He then slowly extends his tongue further and twirls it along the throbbing shaft running his mouth up and down its length, cupping Giles balls as he does slowly working his fingers underneath his balls caressing them as he proceeds along the crack of his arse stopping just short of inserting them into Giles hole.

"Christ you're good at this," groans Giles with unbridled pleasure moving his legs further apart inviting Harry to explore further.

"I told you that I had a good teacher," smiles Harry. "But it helps when I've got such a receptive cock to work with."

Harry withdraws Giles cock from his mouth and stands planting wet kisses over his chest as he slowly lifts Giles T-shirt over his head, licking, nibbling and gently biting his nipples, rolling his tongue over their erect tips. Giles eagerly helps Harry remove his own T-shirt then moving his hand down to his crotch. The sensation of Giles caressing his cock through the fabric of his Y-fronts is almost too much. Just as Harry feels he's going to explode, Giles finally puts his fingers under the waistband and pulls the fabric slowly down releasing Harry's throbbing, eager and very hard cock. Standing before each other in united nakedness they mutually rub their cocks sensually against each other with the pre cum still oozing from each cock lubricating their action. Any thought of Giles wife sleeping soundly upstairs removed from their minds as they drown in mutual sexual ecstasy.

Harry had never kissed a man before but when Giles leans forward and teases his lips apart Harry impulsively responds in kind twirling their tongues together in unified lust. Their hardened cocks press eagerly against their bodies and Harry slowly guides Giles back on to the sofa bed running his tongue eagerly down his chest to the prize awaiting him. Cupping Giles balls with his tongue he slowly sucks each testicle in turn, the moans of satisfaction from Giles the only indicator Harry needs to continue his journey, running his tongue along the hardened shaft of his cock. Giles raises his hips with one intention in mind – for Harry to take his cock in his mouth.

Harry obliges taking the long thick girth of Giles cock deep into the back of his throat remembering everything that John taught him as he withdraws the cock from his mouth only to slide the wet O of his lips back over the head to meet the edge of the straining foreskin, skimming the point of his tongue around and along the ridge at the back of the cock head, within the warm cave of his mouth. Giles is in seventh heaven and as Harry works his mouth back down the shaft of his cock with his wet forefinger he runs it gently up and down and round the rim of his arsehole.

It clearly has the desired effect as Giles raises his legs in the air to give Harry better access to his arse. It's clear that he wants Harry to go further. Harry gets to his feet and starts to rub the hard length of his cock firmly, smoothly, along the crack of his arse. His wet cock comes to rest against Giles arse hole and Harry bucks his hips pushing his cock slowly inside its dark warmth. Giles muscles begin to give – to widen – and Harry eases the full length of his cock inside, slowly pumping his wet slippery cock back and forth as Giles wanks his own impressive hard-on. Harry begins to pump faster, more urgently, as he feels the cum begin to rise up the length of his cock.

Making small murmurs of animalistic pleasure Giles pulls his foreskin ever harder over his hard purple velvet head. A hypnotic dance of Harry thrusting hips as his balls bounce against the cheeks of Giles arse grinding his cock as deep as it will go and Giles own hand fist fucking his cock – the tempo increasing until both actions become one insistent, compulsive, primitive, animal machine. Giles lets out a throaty grunt as his cock explodes with a stream of creamy cum spraying the ecstatic Harry over his chest and face. With an equally satisfied grunt Harry pumps a stream of hot cum deep inside Giles grinding every last drop from his cock. Withdrawing his reddened cock, Giles and Harry embrace giving each other a long lingering kiss.

A contemplative silence descends but the moment is abruptly broken by a nervous cough by the doorway. Leaning against the door frame is Giles wife, her legs spread slightly apart as she languidly fingers her wet clit. How long she'd been there they could only guess at but it was clear from the look of unbridled lust in her eyes that Harry's other fantasy was about to come true – but that's another story.



The Lesson Ch. 03



"Mum, I went and saw Duncan yesterday," Amanda said, with a slight tremor in her voice.

Latisha felt her heart flutter momentarily at the mention of her son's name. She sat at the table with her eyes downcast for a second before taking an involuntarily deep breath and looking up at her daughter. Her daughter's usually vibrant and pretty face appeared so solemn at the present, she thought, and of course she felt for her.

"That's nice, dear. How was he?" Latisha asked, a little nervously.

"I think he is worse, Mum," Amanda responded.

"Worse? How come?" asked Latisha. She was not sure she wanted to hear the answer, but her daughter had asked to speak to her about her estranged husband and somewhat reluctantly she had agreed. Latisha secretly wished that her daughter would not return to Duncan and was quite worried where the conversation might lead. 

"Mum, we had sex." 

Latisha's heart skipped another beat, and she felt a pang of jealousy in the pit of her stomach at her daughter's candid revelation. She couldn't help but think about her young son and his 'attributes' and the last time she had enjoyed his personal attention. 

"You alright, Mum?"

"Yes...yes, of course. Just a little surprised that is all...didn't think you two would sort things out. Hmm...no, that is great news, Amanda, really," Latisha stammered.

"It wasn't great, Mum. It was terrible. Duncan tried some weird stuff on me, Mum, not normal sorta stuff I can tell you."

Latisha swallowed nervously, "I see."

"Mum, do you think it is normal for a man to want to stick his finger up a girl's bum?"

"Oh...um, it all depends, I guess, what ever rocks your boat, they say," Latisha said, quite surprised at her daughter's question.

"Well Mum, it doesn't rock my boat, I can tell you. I mean to say, a real lady would not permit that behaviour, would she?"

"Mum, would she?"

Latisha felt her cheeks redden slightly, "No, I don't suppose so. But, each to their own, Amanda, I would not want to be too judgemental of others. What consenting people do in the privacy of their own homes...."

"But I was not consenting. He tried to tie me up first, bloody weirdo, and of course he wanted me to dress up in some tarty outfit, the creep..."

Latisha was sure she was blushing even more now, and she quickly hopped up off the chair to go to the fridge. "Would you like some water, dear?"

"He never finished, Mum, didn't even really get started properly before I jumped up and got out of there!"

Latisha walked back over with a bottle of water and a couple of glasses, then sat back down and gripped her daughter's small hand. She was somewhat elated to hear that Duncan had not gone all the way with Amanda, and things were still strained between the pair.

"Mum, I think Duncan is seeing someone else!" Amanda blurted.

Latisha nearly chocked on her mouthful of water she had just taken, "What?"

"I went back to the apartment today. You know how he has bought me slutty little outfits in the past...that, I might add, I have never worn?"

"Mmm, yes," Latisha said, as she carefully sipped some more water, her heart racing again.

"Well, I am sure one of them has been worn, a short leather skirt and lacy bodice and some other things. I found them in a drawer, all creased up and smelling of perfume!"

"Um...maybe it was...maybe it was Duncan. You know he likes to wear that stuff sometimes, pet," Latisha offered, squirming momentarily on her seat.

"No, Mum. It's all way to small for him, the prick. I know he is seeing someone else...that is why he tried that weird stuff on me. Some slut has been teaching him some new things since we were together last, I am sure of it!"

"I think you are just being a little silly, my dear, imagination running away a bit..." Latisha said, somewhat patronisingly.

"I also found these..." Amanda held up a pair of expensive looking lace g-strings, "They are not mine, Mum. I found them in his drawer...and they have been worn!"

Latisha looked down at the underwear dangling from her daughter's fingers and instantly recognised them. They were hers!

"I...I...don't know what to say..." Latisha stammered, her face blushing a deep crimson.

"Don't worry, Mum, she can have him for all I care. Stuff him!"

* * *

The next day Latisha rang Duncan's mobile phone, "It's me...yep...ah huh...of course...yes Duncan...that's right...can't get enough. Listen...I need to speak to you..."

It had been several weeks since Latisha had first had sex with her son, and now it seemed whenever her husband, George, was away at sea, Duncan would contact her. Sometimes their liaisons were brief, just a quick bang at his apartment on her way past after doing some banking, well quick for her son-in-law anyway. Twice, they had spent most of the night together, and they had fucked numerous times.

Funnily enough, Latisha had been a most unwilling victim at first. Duncan had threatened to send her husband footage he had sneakily taped of their first time together, when she had let her cock-teasing get a little out of hand, something that Latisha had certainly not meant to happen. Now, Latisha found it increasingly difficult to keep away from the young man's hard cock and his rough treatment. Latisha had recently discovered she loved to be mistreated during sex, something she could not ignore, and it worried her.

Later that evening, Latisha drove around to her son's. Somewhat reluctantly she had decided to tell him it was over, she could not continue to screw him anymore now that her daughter was suspicious of him. It pained her to think of the hurt that would befall Amanda should she ever discover it was her very own mother that was fucking her estranged husband!

"Hi ya, precious," Duncan said, as he stood at the doorway looking down at his mother, "Come on in, how much time have we got?"

"Not too long, Duncan. I only want to talk..." Latisha said, as she stepped inside and looked around the small lounge room, "Oh...hello. Sorry, I didn't realise you had company," Latisha said, surprised to see a young man sitting on the large settee. "Maybe I should go."

"No...no, it's fine. That's Brett. Brett, Latisha," Duncan said, introducing his friend to his mother.

Latisha reached out with her right hand, "Hi, Brett."

Brett shook the pro-offered hand gently and smiled at the pretty blond woman standing before him. He thought she looked embarrassed and noticed her cheeks partly blushing as he held her hand a little longer than necessary.

"Brett's an old school friend of mine, Teesh. Up from down South for a week, aren't ya mate."

"Pleased to meet you, Latisha... Duncan has told me a lot about you," Brett said, smiling at her obvious discomfort of the situation.

Latisha pulled her hand away, "Oh...he has, has he?"

Brett chuckled, lasciviously, and he openly looked the woman up and down. She was wearing a mid-thigh-length, pleated skirt and a white shirt unbuttoned far enough to expose a moderate amount of cleavage. On the left side of her shirt was her company name embroidered in green. On her feet, she wore a pair of open-toed high heels of a grey colour similar to her skirt. She looked like the professional business woman that she was.

"He said you were pretty...he was right, too, miss."

"Well thankyou for saying so, Brett, but I think you may need your eyes checked, I am old enough to be your mother you know?" Latisha said a little distasteful of the young man's blatant admiration of her. She wondered just how much had her son told the young fellow.

"Brett's had a bit of bad luck lately...him and his fiancé have split after a couple of years, hey Brett."

Brett nodded slowly, still smiling at Latisha.

"So he thought it would be good to come up and visit me...seeing I'm more or less single, too," Duncan said, "Maybe have a bit of fun while he's here to get over his bitch of a girlfriend, that right mate?"

"Yep...sure is, Dunc."

Latisha noticed a few empty Corona bottles on the large, round coffee table, all with a bit of lemon slice jammed in them, "I see..."

"Like a drink then, Teesh, got a bottle of white chilled if you like?" Duncan asked.

Latisha sighed, "Duncan, can I speak to you privately for a moment?"

"Sure. Where abouts, in my bedroom?"

"How about outside by the barbeque," she suggested firmly.

The pair of them went out the back sliding door leaving Brett alone for a few minutes.

"Duncan, just how much have you told your 'old' school friend, who is all of twenty-two, about me?" Latisha whispered urgently.

"Not too much, Teesh. But don't worry, he wouldn't say a word to anyone, promise," Duncan whispered back, as he placed an arm around her waist and drew her closer to him.

"Get out of it, Duncan!" Latisha growled softly when he pulled her up against his chest and tried to kiss her, "You bastard...you didn't tell him, did you?"

Duncan ran his hand over the outside of her shirt and squeezed her breast firmly. He pulled her face up to his and forced her to kiss him. She struggled for a few moments longer, and then he felt her resolve soften.

Neither of them heard the sliding door open.

Brett stood by the doorway quietly and watched as his friend kissed the older woman passionately. She had her back to the door and he watched intently as Duncan ran his hands down her slim waist and onto her hips, pulling her toward him; he then moved his hands around to grip her shapely backside and squeeze her cheeks. Brett looked up and noticed that his friend had opened his eyes and was watching him perving on them kissing. But he didn't stop; instead, Duncan pulled at Latisha's pleated skirt... and very slowly, raised it until it was just past her buttocks.

Brett took a gulp, she was wearing a Brazilian-cut pair of black lace panties, very nice, he thought, and he continued to watch. Duncan's hands were caressing the woman's pretty backside, pulling her panties up the crack of her bottom and rubbing her arse in circles. She looked to be rubbing herself back against Duncan's groin as she continued to kiss him, now obviously enjoying the attention. 

"Hey you two love-birds, got that bottle of wine open for ya," Brett sniggered as he stood not more than two metres away from where they were kissing.

Latisha pushed Duncan away, "It's...it's not what you think, Brett, I assure you..." she stammered, thoroughly embarrassed at her predicament, and quickly straightening up her rumpled skirt.

"Yeah...of course it's not, Latisha, of course it's not," Brett said knowingly.

Once back inside Latisha found a glass of wine awaiting her in Brett's hand. She took it off him somewhat graciously and took a long sip, a chardonnay, she thought. She noticed Brett was not as tall as she had expected as he stood close to her, probably not more than a few inches taller than herself, and he did look young, somewhat younger than even Duncan. 

"It was just an innocent little kiss, Brett, that's all," Latisha offered.

"Yeah...of course it was, miss, the kind of kiss he gives you just before he fucks you, hey?"

Latisha nearly dropped her glass, "I...I beg your pardon, young man!"

Brett looked her directly in the eyes, "You heard, miss, I know you let him fuck you, he's told me, hey, guess what, he's even shown me the video!"

Latisha felt herself blush deeply, and she quickly looked away from the young man's piercing green eyes and took in a large mouthful of wine and swallowed. What could she say?

Duncan came up behind her and put his hands around her slim waist, "It's alright, Brett's okay, he won't say a word, promise. Hey, besides, it's his birthday tomorrow so let's just have a little celebration, okay?"

Latisha allowed herself to be walked around to the other side of the settee and sat down. Brett sat close by...far too close for her liking, and he opened another couple of Coronas. Duncan came back over with the bottle of wine and topped-up Latisha's glass, then forced in a couple of slices of lemon into the necks of the bottles of pale beer, then he too sat down next to her.

"How about some music, old mate?" Brett asked.

Duncan picked up a remote and turned on his sound-system, he had already loaded some CD's in it earlier and a raunchy Shakira number came on.

Latisha sat nervously between the two young men as they chatted together, and in less than a few minutes she had finished her glass of wine. Brett quickly replenished it for her and placed an arm along the top of the settee behind her head. She did not know what to think and knew she should be getting home as Amanda was expecting her for tea soon.

"Maybe I should go...let you boys have a good old catch-up on your own, hey?"

Duncan rested his left hand on her knee and lent in close to her ear and nibbled it with his teeth, darting his tongue in and around, tickling her, "Why don't you give me mate a bit of a birthday kiss first, Teesh?" he whispered to her softly.

Latisha turned sharply and looked at him in disbelief, "You are kidding, aren't you?"

Duncan chuckled, "Nup, I want you to give him a kiss...a good birthday kiss...or," Duncan slipped his hand up her skirt and felt between her thighs roughly, "Or...I might just fuck you here and now in front of him."

Latisha felt a tingle in her pussy at Duncan's uninvited touch and she felt herself bite her lip as her thighs were forced further apart.

"Why...Duncan...why?"

"It's just a kiss, Latisha," Duncan whispered in her ear, "Give him a bit of a thrill, hey?"

Latisha closed her eyes for a moment, and sighed deeply, what a predicament, she thought to herself, she had come here to tell Duncan it was over and instead she was being felt up in front of a total stranger who was blatantly ogling her. And now Duncan wanted her to give his friend a birthday kiss! 

"Hey mate," Duncan said to his friend, "Latisha said she'll give you a birthday kiss, if you want, what do ya reckon?"

Brett's eyes nearly jumped out of his head and he looked up at Latisha's face, he had of course been watching Duncan's hand snake up the woman's thigh, and could only imagine what his friend was doing to her under her skirt.

"Yeah? Sounds great!" Brett exclaimed enthusiastically, allowing his hand to slip down onto her shoulders.

"Just a peck...okay, that's all, birthday boy," Latisha told him.

Brett leaned over toward the woman's face and drew her closer, he felt her tense up at his touch and he licked his lips in anticipation. She had a smallish mouth, he thought, but her lips were nice and full. When he was only a few centimetres from her mouth he reached around the back of her head and held her as he placed his mouth on hers.

Latisha reluctantly allowed the young man to kiss her and she closed her eyes while he slobbered over her slightly parted mouth. After a few moments she was able to pull away, just as he had placed his right hand on her breast.

"That's enough...thankyou, Brett, happy birthday!" she said, pushing his hand away.

"Thanks, Latisha, thanks a lot," Brett muttered hoarsely, as he looked longingly into her blue eyes.

"Teesh, I think you can do better than that, don't you? Come on, it's his bloody birthday! Give him a proper kiss, would ya? She's a good kisser, Bretto, just wait."

Latisha frowned at Duncan; his hand still up her skirt, touching her, "Duncan, I don't just kiss anybody, thanks...aaah...careful!" she squealed, just as he pushed one of his fingers partway into her vagina.

"Do it, Latisha, I want you to do it," Duncan said firmly, forcing his middle digit into her pussy a bit more.

Latisha looked around at Brett who was leaning toward her expectantly, and before she could say a thing, he gripped the back of her head and crushed his lips against hers.

"Mmmm...mmm" Latisha tried to say something, but Brett forced her mouth open with his tongue and he began to kiss her roughly. It was useless, she thought, and she allowed him to continue. All the while she could feel Duncan's thick finger working even deeper into her pussy and she tried to ignore the little tingles of pleasure that rippled inside of her. 

Brett of course could not believe his luck, he had often dreamed about older women, something he discovered a lot of young men his age often did. He had seen lots of those MILF sites on the internet, and now, ooh yeah, now he was kissing a pretty woman of forty-two, a dream come true.

Brett felt her relax a bit and he let her lean against the back of the seat. Now he got a bit gamer, and dropping his hand down onto her breast, he began to squeeze gently. He could feel her lace bra under her shirt, and not sensing any immediate resistance to his groping; he quickly undid a button on her shirt and eased his fingers inside, touching the lacy edge of her cup.

Duncan watched his friend kiss Latisha...and he watched his friend's hand creep into her shirt and rub her breast, first gently, and then a little firmer. He smiled. Duncan raised her skirt up a few inches higher; he could part her legs even wider. Then pulling her panties to one side, he delved his fingers into her rapidly moistening cunt even further. 

Latisha felt quite smothered with all the sudden attention the boys were giving her. Brett continued to kiss her deeply, and leaning back against the settee as she now was, she was unable to break free. The young man's tongue continued to dart in and around her small mouth in earnest. She let out a muffled yelp of surprise when his fingers snaked inside her bra, and almost roughly, tweaked and pulled at one of her engorged nipples. 

Her breathing became rapid and she squirmed around on the settee, only vaguely aware of whose hands were doing what to her. The fingers in her pussy were driving in and out rapidly and she humped at them almost wantonly, her own passion ever increasing. 

With his free hand, Duncan raised her skirt till it was well past her hips, her little lacy-black briefs were pulled over to one side, exposing her hairless snatch almost completely. He inserted a third finger into his mother's tight hole and felt her buck up against the heel of his hand, rubbing her hard clitoris against it. This was going to be easier than he had thought. He smiled, while watching as his friend unbutton her shirt further, freeing a breast from her straining bra cup.

Latisha felt the young man kissing her finally let up, their lips parting at last and his head drop away from her face, "Nooo...not that...mmm...nooo don't..." she murmured huskily, just as she felt his wet mouth on her exposed nipple and his tongue run circles around its hardness.

"Come on you two...stop...just stop it would...uh...uh...ya," Latisha moaned, the fingers in her pussy were driving her wild.

"That's enough...nooo more...please...."

Brett stopped sucking on her breast just long enough to have a look at what Duncan was doing to her and he liked what he saw. Even better in real life, he thought, so smooth...her cunt was so smooth. He wanted to touch it, too.

"Come on fella's...that's enough...for now....no more. I...I have to go..."

Brett looked at her face...her eyes were closed....her mouth agape. He looked down briefly to watch Duncan's fingers work on her slick pussy and he felt his cock stiffen even harder. He was pretty sure that she now loved every minute of it!

With increased confidence, Brett undid the rest of her shirt buttons and reached behind her to expertly unfasten her bra; he then lifted the cups above her breasts to expose both of her hardened nipples. Pretty, he thought, as he admired them, largest nipples he had ever seen on a woman, he licked his lips and lowered his mouth onto first one and then the other, squeezing them both in turn. And moments later, Brett felt Latisha's hand on the back of his head, rubbing his hair wildly. Even gamer now, he ran his hand down her stomach and felt Duncan's hand between her legs, thrusting back and forward. 




The Lesson Ch. 03



Duncan chuckled wickedly, he removed his fingers from his mother's cunt and watched as Brett's fingers quickly replaced his, and slip in to the knuckles.

Brett could feel the heat of the woman's cunt wrapped around his thrusting fingers, his cock was straining against his jeans and he ached to release it. He continued to suck and bite her nipples, Duncan had told him she liked to be treated rough and every time he nibbled on her flesh he felt her thrust her pelvis up against his hand. Yes, she was going to go off, wasn't she, he thought.

Duncan stood up and undid his jeans, dropping them to the floor, he wore no underpants and his cock stood up unrestrained. He knelt down on the floor between Latisha's ankles and moved her legs up onto his shoulders, all the while his friend's hand was moving rapidly back and forth as he now fingered her.

Latisha opened her glazed eyes when she felt her legs being raised, "Nooo...Duncan...you can't fuck me here...nooo....Brett, get your hand out....oooh....stop...enough. Boys...that's enough...Oooh, I can't let...you..."

Weakly, she tried to push Brett's head away from her breasts, and close her legs, but his hand kept pummelling into her. She swallowed hard when she felt she was being dragged closer to the edge of the seat, she knew what was about to happen.

"That's enough, Bretto, give me some room would ya? Yeah...that's better. Hey watch this, mate," Duncan said urgently.

Brett stopped his assault on Latisha's breasts and looked down at his friend lining up his big slug against her juicy gash. Even though she still said no, he could see her move her hips up and down, expectantly, he knew she wanted it, Duncan said she was a hottie, and he couldn't wait until his turn at his first MILF!

"You bastard...aaarh...gawd, take it easy...Duncan!" Latisha cried, as she felt his cock force its way into her pussy.

Brett watched on almost in awe as his friends cock disappeared into her vagina in one thrust...dwell there for several moments, before moving back out almost all the way, slick with juice, and then plunge back in again.

"So...what are ya waiting for, Bretto, get ya gear off, hey?" Duncan invited, just as he began to fuck her with long, slow strokes.

Brett needed no further encouragement; he stripped off completely in a matter of moments, finally releasing his aching cock. He had been a little nervous that he would not be able to perform when required; he had never had sex in front of anyone before and had certainly never fucked a girl right after someone else had. He looked down at Latisha's face, she had her eyes closed, but her mouth was still wide open, grunting almost every time Duncan thrust into her.

Latisha opened her eyes partway when she felt something prodding her mouth, "What...umph...umph...." 

Brett gripped the back of her head and pushed the head of his cock into her mouth, he felt her teeth rasp over his sensitive knob for a moment, but only for a moment, and then he forced his cock in further until he felt her gag.

Her eyes went wide with shock and she looked up at him almost pleadingly, so he eased his cock back a little.

"Suck it...go on...fucken suck me cock then!" Brett demanded coarsely.

Latisha felt a tear well-up at the discomfort and she swallowed rapidly trying to breath, while clear, salty-tasting pre-cum oozed onto her tongue and pasted the roof of her mouth.

"Umph...umph..."

She reached up and wrapped her fingers around the base of the young man's cock in an attempt to control how much he was forcing in her mouth. She was thankful that Brett was no larger than her husband George, maybe even slightly thinner, she thought. 

Brett pulled her head toward his groin again and he felt her begin to respond. He began to ease his cock in and out of her small mouth while holding her tussled blond hair in his fists.

"Oooh yeah...that's it...suck it...mamma..."

Latisha felt humiliated, she felt degraded and used. Never before had she been subjected to such treatment, and in all her years of marriage the thought that some day she would be sucking a young man's cock whilst another fucked her had never even remotely entered her head! 

But she just loved it! The behaviour of the two young men abusing her now, titillated her beyond belief. Beyond her wildest dreams! 

So she sucked...and she fucked, her lust rising to new heights. 

It had been many weeks since Brett had been with a girl, and although he masturbated almost daily, he knew he was not going to last long. He reached down and grabbed a handful of the woman's jiggling left-breast and squeezed it hard, pulling at it, twisting the long fat nipple almost cruelly between his thumb and forefingers. He smiled when he saw the poor woman open her eyes and look up at him, obviously in some discomfort, but surprisingly, she closed her eyes again and sucked his cock into her mouth deeper...and faster. He chuckled, she really was getting off on this, he thought.

Duncan rubbed his thumb around her clitoris and flicked and pinched it, he took long, deep strokes, enjoying every minute of it, as he always did when he fucked his pretty mother. He did not have to blackmail her into coming around to see him any more, oh no, she was often the instigator these last few weeks. Cock-hungry even!

"Oh...fuck...oh yeah...aaarh..." Brett groaned, he looked down at Latisha's face and could see a look of panic in her eyes, so he jammed his cock in her mouth as far as he could. He felt his cum well up quickly in the base of his cock, and he let out a loud sigh when quite prematurely, after less than two minutes, he ejaculated!

"Oh yeah...that's it little lady...swallow it...uh yeah...all of it."

Latisha was horrified, it had happened so fast she was not at all prepared and she gagged instantly. The thick hot cream shot against the back of her throat with some force! Not even her husband came in her mouth...except once many years ago! Now this almost total stranger was filling her mouth rapidly, and she was forced to swallow before she choked. 

"Hey Dunc, guess what? I just came in your sweet mother's mouth!" Brett laughed, feeling the last drops of his cum trickling out, his balls resting on Latisha's wet chin.

Duncan smiled back at him; he had a firm grip on his mother's ankles and held her legs aloft while he continued fucking her.

"She's never blown me; have you Teesh, tried...cock's too big!" Duncan grunted.

Brett allowed his softening penis to slip from Latisha's mouth, cum was smeared across her cheeks and he watched her swallow several times more.

Latisha rested on her elbows and her head lolled from side to side every time her son thrust himself home. She knew she was close...sooo close to coming too and she urged her son-in-law on.

"Fuck it...go on...fuck it...harder...make me come Duncan!"

Brett continued to watch. He knew he came pretty quickly, but heck, he always came quickly! Something that used to really piss his ex off...but luckily...he also got hard again just as quick. And in less than a couple of minutes he had stroked himself almost fully erect again!

His friend noticed...and catching his eye, smiled again.

"I want ya to get on me now Teesh. Show me mate how you like to fuck cowboy-style."

Duncan didn't wait for an answer, and lowering her shapely legs; he picked her up and easily turned around to sit himself back down. His cock never left her slick pussy.

With her knees on either side of Duncan's thighs; Latisha rested her hands on his shoulders and began to fuck him back. She felt her butt cheeks being pulled apart as she drove herself down on her son's wonderful cock. How on Earth she could ever resist it, she wondered to herself.

Brett eased Latisha's shirt down from her shoulders and she allowed him to remove it completely. Next her pretty lace bra went and Duncan lent forward to suckle noisily on her breasts. She didn't care anymore and barely registered when a finger began to explore her slippery anus. She liked to have a finger in her butt sometimes now...and she was not going to stop whoever it was from inserting their digit now.

But no sooner had the finger in her arse popped in and out a couple of times, than it popped back out.

"What are you doing back there...hmmm?" Latisha purred. "Don't you think...aah...aah...donnn't you...ummm..."

Brett stretched Latisha's lace panties well over one of her shapely butt-cheeks, almost tearing them in an attempt to see more of her sex. He could not believe what he was thinking of doing...but she certainly didn't seem to mind when his finger was in there.

Positioning himself between his friend's legs, he pushed Latisha forward, raising her buttocks. With Duncan holding her cheeks apart, Brett moved himself in closer...till just the tip of his now fully-erect cock was pressed against her puckered hole. 

She didn't move.

He pushed gently at first and felt her resistance.

Still she didn't move...well maybe she squirmed just a little.

Brett felt his balls rubbing against his mate's fat cock as he lent in and applied more pressure. 

"Oooh gawd...mmm..." Latisha screwed up her face in a grimace and held her breath momentarily, relaxing her sphincter as best she could.

"Maybe put it in my pussy first..." she suggested meekly, then raising herself up from Duncan's length till it slipped out and slapped down onto his belly.

Brett looked down at the recently vacated, pro-offered slit and didn't hesitate. Gripping her smooth rounded hips he moved forward until the underside of his cock rubbed along her pouting flesh for a few moments. He thought her cunt appeared to be beckoning him. Brett pushed his cock downward slightly, then with very little resistance, he entered her well-lubricated hole to the hilt, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being in a slippery, hot cunt again.

"Ooh...yeah...mamma...take it in..." Brett uttered triumphantly.

"Your friend is fucking me Duncan...Duncan...is that what you wanted?" Latisha asked mischievously. "His nice cock is going in and out of your mother's pussy...aah...aah...all the way too!"

Latisha pushed back on Brett's cock in earnest for a few moments. But it wasn't enough!

"Should be lubed-up enough now Brett," Latisha said, stopping. "Put Duncan's cock back in for me...please..."

Brett reluctantly pulled his cock out of her hairless slit, and without even thinking about it, he raised his friend's great length. Lining it up, he watched as the 42-year-old lowered her slick pussy back down onto it, only pausing when it was about halfway in.

"Well...try it now," Latisha suggested, "before I change my mind."

Brett dribbled some spittle onto her anus and again lined up his cock.

"Aah hah...aah hah...yesss...ooh my gawd...is that it? Hmm...are you in all the way?" 

The young man gently began to fuck her, watching her puckered-hole draw back and forth with his first few strokes. The feeling was amazing.

Latisha lowered herself the rest of the way onto Duncan's tool. 

"Oh my god, that is an absolutely amazing feeling....oooh," she exclaimed, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Within moments the boys got into a steady rhythm...although not too fast. Latisha groaned hoarsely with every stroke, her head thrown back in lust. She of course could not believe what she was allowing them to do to her, but it felt sooo damn good now she did not want it too end.

"I'm coming...I'm coming...don't stop...that' it...ooh fuck me...yesss."

Latisha pushed herself back harder against the two cocks, almost slipping off the end of Brett's.

"Smack it too..." Latisha suggested urgently.

Brett looked down at the woman's thrusting buttocks and obliged enthusiastically.

"Aaah...gawd...umph...umph...yesss...aah...yes, tha's it...mmm."

Brett smacked her shapely butt again and again and he felt her tense-up. She continued to cry out loudly for a few seconds...then moaned incoherently. It was all too much for him as well, and pushing in all the way as hard as he could, he unloaded his second batch of young seed, only this time deep into the older woman's rectum.

Latisha collapsed onto Duncan's chest gasping for breath. She had just had one of the most amazing orgasms of her life, so different from almost anything she had ever experienced before!

But it was not over.

No sooner had Brett removed his spent slug from her abused hole than Duncan rolled her onto her back along the settee and began to fuck her in earnest.

Latisha said nothing to discourage him and she pulled her legs back to tilt her pelvis for even better penetration.

She could handle it all now...and more!

Occasionally, through her glazed, blue-eyes, she looked over at Brett and smiled weakly between grunts as Duncan almost knocked the wind out of her. Soon she would come again she knew, she always did when Duncan fucked her hard like this. Of course she would welcome it. Latisha loved his hard, rough fucking. She raised her legs even higher and wider then pulled her knees back, almost against her shoulders. Now he could really penetrate her and his shaft could grind against her clitoris far better! 

Impressed, Brett grabbed another Corona and watched them screw till the end.

* * *

Latisha stood under the soothing stream of the warm shower. She ran her hands over her body, and somewhat surprised, she noted that she was not too sore. Sure her pussy felt a bit puffy, but not sore, not like after the first few times her son had fucked her...really fucked her! She smiled to herself at what she had just allowed to happen. Looking at her reflection in the nearby vanity mirror she noted with satisfaction that she did look pretty good for her age, and wondered what some of her close girlfriends would say if she told them she had thoroughly enjoyed her first threesome with two guys nearly half her age.

She felt deliciously wicked...and very satisfied.

Latisha turned around to allow the water to run down over her breasts. She would have to hurry home soon. A pang of guilt struck her as she thought of her daughter Amanda. What would happen if Amanda had driven past Duncan's like she had in the past. Latisha knew she must be more careful of her almost insatiable infidelity in the future.

The touch on her shoulder startled her from her thoughts. She hadn't even heard the bathroom door open! Instantly she turned around.

"Brett!"

"Just thought you may like to have your back washed?"

"I...I have to go, Brett," Latisha stammered, as she felt his hands run up and down the small of her back.

Distracted by his tender caress, Latisha looked down at the shower drain and watched the water swirl around as it disappeared. Brett's hands continued to explore her naked body and she closed her eyes when she felt him move up against her. He had another erection!

"No more Brett, I...I have to go."

Brett moved a hand around to her stomach and caressed his way up to her breast, leaning down to nibble her ear as he did so.

"Haven't you had enough?" she asked incredulously. 

"Nup," he said honestly, snaking his other hand along her firm thigh.

"I...have to...ooh Brett...stop it...I have to go..."

Brett ignored her of course and quickly moved his hand over to her pubic bone, her very smooth pubic bone, only to slip his fingers down along her cleft, working her swollen vulva apart. 

He rubbed her gently for a few moments longer until he felt her clitoris harden.

"I'll be quick."

"Quick! What makes you think if I let you do it to me I would want it to be 'quick'?" Latisha purred.

"Well?"

Brett inserted a finger into her pussy, ignoring her question, and continued to nibble her ear while fondling her breast with his other hand, her large nipples intrigued him and he pulled and twisted them in turn.

Latisha could now feel his rock-hard erection jabbing between her buttocks as his hips gyrated.

"Where's Duncan?"

"It's alright; he's outside having a smoke," Brett whispered in her ear, assuring her.

Latisha allowed herself to be slowly turned around and pushed up against the shower cubicle tiles. Brett bent down and kissed her softly on the forehead, then placing a hand under her chin; he tilted her head up and kissed her fully on the lips. She responded to his kiss passionately and he reached down to lift one of her legs up, allowing him to move in between her thighs closer. Without any prompting, Latisha placed her arms around the back of his neck for support and wrapped her other leg around his waist.

"Don't you drop me," she said, and she lent back, slowly, till their upper bodies were apart and her shoulders were resting back against the shower wall. 

"That's better, now I can watch," Latisha added warmly, looking down between her breasts as Brett manoeuvred into position.

"You know I really shouldn't be doing this...I am married you know," she said playfully.

Latisha watched the underside of Brett's cock rub along her slit, preparing her. His hard knob brushed against her clit several times, sending small jolts of beautiful pleasure through her body.

"So...you want me to stop?"

"Um...nooo...not yet...I think you better finish what you have started."

Brett continued to rub his cock between the folds of her puffy labia.

"Oooh...it is very nice I s'pose."

Soon she tilted her pelvis toward his prodding cock and she watched with delicious lust when he took his cue, sinking into her welcoming gash with one gentle thrust of his hips.

"Mmm...you're a horny young man, aren't you?" she said huskily, "Mmm...oh yeah...that's it...oh yeah, go for it boy."

Duncan snuck quietly down the short hallway and listened by the door for a few moments longer. It was unmistakable now; the rhythmic splashing of water; flesh slapping together; the grunts and groans. Yes, he was sure he was fucking her now!

Slowly Duncan pushed the bathroom door ajar further until he could see the clear image of his friend's back in the bathroom vanity mirror. He watched Brett's butt grind in between Latisha's spread thighs, her legs held up from under her knees by his strong, youthful arms. It now gave him a perverse sense of gratification to watch his formerly out-of-bounds mother getting fucked up against his shower wall by his close friend...someone she had only met a few hours ago.

Duncan began filming them discreetly.

Of course it may not have worked. If Latisha had run the shower too hot it most likely would have fogged the mirror up, obliterating their reflection. This was perfect! He hoped too that there was some reasonable footage of her double-penetration earlier; so far he hadn't had a chance to review it since retrieving the camera from where he'd concealed it near the TV.

For the next few minutes Duncan filmed their copulating, with most of their bodies in the shot, right up until Brett's tempo rapidly, then Duncan zoomed-in on his mother's face. She looked enraptured. Her mouth gaped open and eyes focused on his friend's face.

Just as Brett grunted he was coming, Duncan filmed Latisha's face as she screwed it up in a look of pure lust. He had seen it on her face many times before now, she was probably coming too, but it also signalled her acceptance of the load of cum she was about to receive.

Duncan smiled as his friend thrust in hard one last time, clenching his buttocks and letting out a long, guttural moan. That was the moment she looked to be totally wanton and whore-like! 

"Now that wasn't too quick, was it?"

"That was better...a lot better," Latisha whispered in his ear seductively. 

She had managed to orgasm again, just a little one, but it was still nice. However, now her legs were sore from the strain of gripping his waist as he had pummelled into her, and her back felt tender from rubbing up and down the tiles.




The Lesson Ch. 03



Latisha felt Brett's penis slip from her and she lowered her legs to stand once again on the shower floor with some welcome relief. Reaching down to her battered hole, delicately, she fingered herself open, allowing the soothing stream of the shower to massage her tender flesh. And almost within moments another load of recently deposited, thick semen began to ooze out.

Grinning, obviously proud of his achievement, Brett stepped out of the shower and grabbed a bath-towel from the rack. Latisha could not but help notice that as he dried himself, his penis, glistening with a combination of her own juices and cum and still semi-hard, swayed from side to side. She thought he had a nice-looking cock and she smiled inwardly at her total lack of remorse for letting him fuck her again. And she didn't even know his surname, she mused.

"Do I get to see you again before I go back home?" he asked.

"Hmm...maybe," she answered as she too stepped from the shower and began to dry herself.

"Can I...um...maybe do you first next time?"

Latisha chuckled mischievously, "Maybe."

She thought he was cute, and she was totally flattered that now, not only one handsome young man, but two, wanted her. Why? This she did not understand, as they both could easily pickup someone their own age. But to heck with why, just enjoy it for a little longer Latisha thought to herself. Besides, they had unleashed something in her that she did not know existed before today. 

42 years old and still learning!

* * *

"Where have you been, Mum?" Amanda asked suspiciously.

Latisha was more than a couple of hour's late home by the time she finally got away from Duncan's. Now she felt like a naughty little schoolgirl being berated by her mother, and Latisha's face flushed uncontrollably. Within moments the all-too-familiar wave of guilt washed over her, as it did whenever she caught-up with her daughter just after being with Duncan. 

"Just...just seeing some clients on the way home...got talking a bit...I'm sorry dear, I should have rung to let you know," Latisha said, avoiding eye contact.

"Mum, have you been drinking?"

"Oh, you caught me out, dear me, forgot for a moment that I am over 40 and shouldn't drink without my daughter's permission."

"Not funny Mum."

"Well...yes, I did have a couple of chardonnays with the clients. They're nice people," she said, placing her handbag down on the side-board, "I'm just going to go and freshen-up a bit before tea, okay?" 

Before she could respond, Amanda watched her mother disappear into her bedroom. She thought her mum was acting very strange at times lately and she sensed there something going on. 

'What have you been up to?' Amanda pondered.

Just as Latisha closed her door behind her she could feel more cum trickling into her stretched panties and she hurried into the bathroom just as it began to run down the inside of her leg!

"My god, you young buggers have filled me up this time!" she whispered to herself, as she began to disrobe.

* * *

For the next few days Latisha almost constantly received messages on her mobile phone from Brett inviting her back around to see him again before he flew out. Her husband George had returned home from sea, and although tempting as it was, she resisted the urge to rendezvous with the young buck. Well, until the day of Brett's departure.

She had a meeting to attend in town and when one of her main clients failed to show up it was cancelled prematurely. Latisha now had a spare couple of hours to kill and she thought it probably would be a good opportunity to pop in to say goodbye to her new acquaintance. 

Latisha parked her car down the back of the small apartment block next to a vacant residence where it was hidden from view from the street, just in case her daughter drove past. She noticed that Duncan's car was missing and correctly assumed him to be at work.

A small wave of anxiety ebbed and flowed through the pit of her stomach at what she was doing. But she took a deep breath to help calm her resolve and hopping out of her car; she walked purposefully toward Duncan's flat and knocked softly on the door. She had decided to arrive unannounced, just in case she chickened-out at the last minute.

"Latisha!"

"Um...hello Brett...thought I would come and say goodbye. May I come in...just for a few minutes?"

Brett looked the blond woman up and down hungrily. He liked what he saw. She still looked every bit the professional in her pressed company shirt, but with her buttons undone down low enough to expose a generous amount of her cleavage. He wondered if it was for his benefit. Different skirt today he noted, low-waisted black and simple, but possibly a little short for a business woman? He wondered. Hmm... and pretty, open-toed high-heels that showed off her lovely red-painted toe nails! He smiled approvingly.

"You look very nice today, Latisha."

She lifted her eyebrows and smiled. Brett thought she had a nice smile, one that added greatly to her already sultry appearance. It gave her a knowing look that almost oozed sexuality. Brett now knew he was a little besotted with the older woman, and his heart beat faster in her presence. 

"Same old, same old, Brett," Latisha said, cocking her head to one side and shrugging her shoulders. 

She had been wearing more or less the same sort of clothes to work for a few years now. Although she remembered when she was much younger, her skirts were much shorter, and wow how she had given a few of her bosses some grief! One in particular lusted for her until he got what he had wanted! Dirty old man, Latisha recalled. She smiled at the memory, ironic how she was now the one to enjoy some young flesh!

"Well, are you going to invite me in?"

Brett nodded, then reached for her hand and led her in.

"Duncan's at work, you know," he said, smirking.

"Oh, is he? Hmm...yes of course, what ever was I thinking?"

Brett closed the door behind them and lent against it looking at the older woman knowingly.

"You come around for another fuck?"

Latisha blushed at his forthright question.

"Knew you would," Brett smiled.

"I...I...haven't got long, Brett," Latisha stammered nervously as she fidgeted with her gold watch. 

Although she knew what she was thinking doing was wrong, the thought of it absolutely titillated her immensely. And for the better part of the week gone, Latisha had thought of little else but what she had done with the two boys recently. Two days before, when George had come home in the evening and quickly mounted her, she had fantasised through-out the whole minute and a half that she was fucking one of the young men again! George had actually thought it was his prowess that had her bucking and moaning!

Latisha stood near the small kitchen bench and stared back at Brett. The familiar warmth began to grow in her loins at his candid comment of moments ago, and small tingly sensations fluttered inside her vagina. She knew her pussy was becoming moist with anticipation!

"Lift your skirt up!"

"What?"

"You heard...I want you to lift your skirt up you old slut!"

"I beg your pardon! What...what did you just call me?" Latisha said horrified at his name calling.

"You old slut...come on...that's what you are, aren't you, hey? You're just a married old slut who's come around here to let some kid fuck you."

Latisha's jaw dropped at his comments.

"But you are a very pretty old slut...and I just love the surprised look on your face!" Brett laughed.

"Hardy har, har," Latisha said sardonically, "I'll have you know young man, that I could count on one hand how many men I have slept with in over twenty years...and you were one of the lucky ones. So I am anything but a slut...as you so vulgarly put it!"

Latisha glared at him for a moment longer, then added somewhat unconvincingly, "I might just go now!"

"No you wont...you want a root don't you? Hmm? Don't you, Latisha? You want some young cock in your hungry cunt...fucking you till you come and filling you with sprog. Don't you?"

Latisha just stood there, unmoving, never had she been spoken to like that before and she was shocked by his vulgar frankness. But he was right of course, probably right on all accounts.

Her mouth felt dry and her stomach fluttered. For a moment or two she wasn't sure what to do. Seconds passed. Brett stood with his arms folded in a calm arrogance. Latisha swallowed deeply, then she reached down and slowly lifted the hem of her skirt, several centimetres at a time, till it was level with her crotch.

Brett sniggered, and he began to rub his growing erection through his jeans.

"Higher, slut...lift it fucken' higher!" 

Latisha looked him directly in the eye and continued to raise her skirt till it was around her slim waist and she noticed his gaze falter and drop down to her exposed flesh.

"You like?"

Brett stared down at her, openly admiring the tiny, almost transparent g-string that barely covered her pussy. 

"Give them to me."

Latisha hooked a thumb on either side of her underwear and slowly began to inch them down her hips. Just as she was about to expose her pudenda, she did a little dance while turning around very slowly, then bending over, she lowered them further, bit by bit, until she was finally able to step out of them.

"You have a really nice arse you know...and not just for an old slut either!"

"I suppose I should thankyou for the complement," Latisha said huskily, while looking back at him over her shoulder. Then with her hands resting just above her ankles, she moved her feet apart several inches further.

Brett stood staring down at her exposed gash, her smooth hairless lips looked engorged and puffy and her moist inner labia were just visible, like a flower about to bloom. He unbuttoned his jeans and lowered his fly and released his rampant young cock. 

"Sooo...you really do like," Latisha observed, as she started to straighten up.

Brett moved quickly toward Latisha pushing her up against the kitchen bench just moments before she straightened up completely.

"Not so rough...Brett...ooh....Brett!"

He pushed her face down on the bench top and kicked her legs apart unceremoniously! 

"Oooh...take it easy...Brett...gawd," Latisha cried, as she felt his fingers exploring her small cleft, working it open to release more of her lubrication.

Latisha closed her eyes, this is what she wanted she knew, and almost on reflex she tilted her hips to allow him easier access to his prize.

"Lick it a bit...please...Brett...lick it for me," Latisha cried out.

Brett knelt down between her thighs obligingly; his long tongue lapped up and down her labia, flicking briefly against her hardened little clitoris, sending shivers up and down her spine, his nose rubbing against her puckered anus.

"That's it...aaah...that's it...nice...mmm..."

He liked her musky scent and was surprised at how sweet she tasted, but his own desire overtook any selfless act of cunnilingus upon the horny bitch and he stood up again, dipping two fingers deep into her cunt and pumped them in a few times. 

"Aaah...not fingers...get it in...go on...get it in...yesss....aaah...that's it...mmm," she moaned.

The young man watched his cock disappear into her hot and moist, hairless-slit and began to pound into her with urgency. Latisha's fingers gripped the edge of the bench for support as he laid into her with youthful abandon. It had been maybe less than five minutes since she had walked in the door! And within moments she had her first much-needed orgasm! 

Brett fucked her for several minutes bent over the bench before he too came. Then he led her down on shaky legs to Duncan's bedroom, still sporting an erection. Latisha sat on the edge of the bed facing Brett. He moved in close and placing a hand behind her head, pulled her toward his glistening cock.

"Suck it!" he ordered.

Latisha looked at his cock with a hunger she did not normally have for fellatio, and moved closer till she was able to flick her tongue over the end of his sensitive knob.

"Hmm...you have a nice cock," she mumbled, as she ran her tongue around it tasting their combined juices.

With his fingers entwined in her hair Brett pulled her in closer, watching as his length disappeared into her straining mouth, her lips stretched thin around even his moderate girth. When she gagged slightly he partially withdrew for a moment, only to slide his cock back in again. 

She broke free for a moment and with a watery tear in her eye she looked up at Brett.

"You know...I don't even do this for Duncan...or my husband!"

And it was true of course, Duncan had certainly tried, but his cock was just too large for her mouth! And as for her husband George? Not for years! 

Again, Brett forced her mouth back onto him, but with little resistance. Latisha's own lust soon helped overcome the gagging reflex and before long she was willingly letting him fuck her face. 

With an unhurried pace, Brett would almost withdrawing completely with each stroke before flexing his hips forward again, sinking almost to the hilt. He loved the way Latisha would look up at him almost as if she wanted confirmation she was doing a good job. She was! Sometimes she would close her eyes tightly if he pushed in too far and he could see the beginnings of crow's-feet in the corner of each eye, reminding him of her maturity and surprisingly it turned him on even more. Just beautiful, he thought, savouring every minute of the older woman's welcome attentions. 

Latisha sucked his cock for a few minutes longer before finally breaking free.

"Fuck me again...I want you to fuck me again," she said huskily, stroking his slippery cock with one of her dainty hands while cupping his balls with the other.

"Do ya hey? Well on ya back then bitch," Brett ordered, pushing her down playfully.

"Wait on...Brett...let me take my clothes off...I don't want to get cum all over them!"

Brett helped her to hurriedly remove her shirt and bra releasing her fine looking breasts which he squeezed and pulled on roughly causing her to squeal loudly.

"Ouch! Don't be too rough on them Brett!" she cried, as she tried to force his hands away.

Brett allowed her to lie backward onto the bed and she immediately raised her butt so he could help slip her skirt down. In seconds he removed it from her slim legs and over her high-heels, discarding it carelessly on the floor. Then reaching for one of her ankles, he pulled off a shoe and brought her small foot to his mouth to suck noisily on her pretty little painted toes.

Latisha laughed, "That tickles...mmm....come on...get on."

She lifted her legs up high and wide, her freshly-fucked hole beckoning him, and he moved in between her legs. Latisha reached for his cock and guided him inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him and began to vigorously thrust her hips into his pelvis in wild abandonment. 

They fucked on and off for the next hour and a half she was there, finally ending it with a quick fuck in the shower. Only this time Brett bent her over in the rather confined space of the cubicle and Latisha allowed him to shove his cock in her arse, much to her enjoyment! Her tight passage chaffed his penis to an early result and Brett deposited his final load deep inside her anus! 

As Latisha dressed her weary body before leaving she realised that even though she had loved it, and loved all of it, there was one thing that would have made it even better. Yes, if Duncan had walked in and caught them she would have encouraged him to fuck her too...at the same time. Once she had tried it she was eager to try another double-penetration again! There was just something about it. Her orgasm that day earlier in the week, when they both had her on the settee in the lounge, had been absolutely mind-blowing. She was almost desperate to try it again!

Even so, Latisha had still gotten far more out of that afternoon than she would have thought possible. She had guessed from all Brett's messages that a quick bang was almost a surety. The reality of his youthful vigour over the last couple of hours had worn her out completely and the thought of returning to her office for the rest of the afternoon was not something she welcomed.

Standing at the door ready to leave, Latisha allowed Brett to kiss her longingly and she didn't stop him when his hand disappeared under her rumpled skirt to rub her bare, swollen and tender pussy. He had of course souvenired her little g-string earlier and was not going to return them! What was it with these boys, Latisha pondered?

"See you Brett...have a safe trip home. Maybe see each other again sometime?"

"Maybe," he teased as he gave her butt a final squeeze before she stepped away.

Leaning against the door-jamb Brett watched her walk down the driveway to her car. His cock was sore, his balls thoroughly drained. What a great week it had been. Older chicks! Ooh yeah, he was hooked.

"See ya later...you old slut," he said with a note of drollness.

Latisha stopped momentarily and looked back over her shoulder at him. Grinning smugly, she quickly glanced around and not noticing anyone else nearby she bent over...and pulling her skirt up at the back she wriggled her naked butt at him, smacking her arse playfully a couple of times all for good measure.

"Old slut!" he called, without a hint of malice as she stood up straight again and brushed down her creased skirt while walking the last few steps to her car.

* * *

Duncan was quite surprised to hear his mate's story when he got home from work, and quite disappointed too. He would've loved to capture some of it on film. 

Duncan sat by his computer editing the images of his mother in action. Some of them were really quite good.

He had decided to take a trip down to Brett's for a couple of months or so after his estranged-wife Amanda had made it quite clear recently things were really over for them. And although he had been more or less infatuated with his mother for sometime, the familiarity of their relationship had taken the edge off it. Of course he enjoyed being with Latisha, but of course it was just not the same as being with someone you loved was it? It was just sex with Latisha; he could never really have her, could he?

He felt some anger of course at his marriage breakup, quite resentful even. It was somehow ironic that Amanda's prudish behaviour had led to the affair with his mother, who was now anything but prudish. Why couldn't Amanda have been a bit more like her mother!

Duncan's bitterness was the reason he now sat at his computer. He had only ever intended on using those first photos of his mother screwing him all those months ago to blackmail her into fucking him again. And it had worked well of course! To well in fact! He was almost sickened himself at how Latisha had gone from a faithful, caring wife and role-model mother, to an insatiable whore; instigating sex with him more often than he could now remember!

And now she was willingly fucking his friends too!

Latisha had taught him a lot of course, Duncan felt much more experienced after being with a 'real woman'. He now knew how to please...as well as how to be pleased and certainly enjoyed giving as well as taking! It was an experience he would be forever grateful.

Duncan had trimmed the file down and reduced the image quality to make it quicker to upload. It was certainly not anywhere near all of his collection, just a dozen or so of the better pictures, and three ten-second video clips; one of Latisha riding his cock for the first time dressed in a leather skirt, fishnets and thigh-high boots; one of her side-on profile as both he and Brett fucked her; and a bit of her shower scene.

He listened to the modem squawking and pinging as he went online.