22 comments/ 57005 views/ 15 favorites The Silver Anklet Ch. 02 By: submaster Uncle Ron disappeared upstairs to my bedroom carrying his tool bag. He returned 15 minutes later, with sweat stains covering his old T-shirt. 'That's all fixed now. Why don't you get me a cold beer, slut, I'm gasping', he ordered, with a look of slight contempt on his face. My mind was racing and I was churning inside as I meekly did as I was told and went to the fridge in the kitchen. I came back and passed him the cold bottle and he gulped down his beer in great slurps and let out a loud belch. 'OK Juicy', he said, staring at me up and down as he licked his lips, 'I think you need to thank me properly for fixing that shelf, don't you?' 'Yes sir.' I said nervously. 'Get on your knees in front of me!' I slowly dropped to me knees as ordered. 'Right, now take down my shorts.' I reached up and I could see a huge bulge protruding from the material. I undid a button at the top and unzipped his fly. The shorts dropped to the floor around Uncle Ron's ankles and his cock sprang out like a spring. I was taken aback at what I saw and stared stupidly for a few moments. His cock was quite long -- I would say about 9 inches - but what really grabbed my attention was its ugliness. It was quite thick and along its length was a series of bulging veins. The head of his cock was an angry purple colour and it was slimy with pre-cum. It was the most disgusting and ugly sight and yet I was absolutely spellbound by it. I couldn't help making comparisons with Michael's cock which had velvety smooth skin and was much thinner and I guess at least 3 inches shorter. Uncle Ron saw me staring at his ugly prick and smiled. 'You like what you see, don't you Juicy. I bet it's bigger than your wimp of a husband's cock.' I couldn't help but nod in agreement. 'Say it slut.' 'Yes sir. Your cock is much bigger than Michael's.' 'I thought so. Now, get to work. Suck my dick with those pretty little slut wife lips!' I reached out and held his cock in my right hand and gently placed the tip in my mouth. Uncle Ron immediately groaned and grabbed the back of my head roughly and pushed his cock into my willing mouth. I gagged, but Uncle Ron held my head firmly and started pumping his cock rhythmically while making strange guttural sounds. He increased the pace of his pumping and started to groan loudly. 'That's it. Fucking hell! Suck my old prick like the slut you are!' he shouted. I could feel my pussy juices seeping into my knickers as I reached behind and took hold of his fat arse cheeks and slapped and pinched him. I was losing all my inhibitions as his slimy cock ravaged my mouth and I pushed a finger into his arse hole. I often did this to Michael in the throes of our lovemaking and it always drove him wild. 'My god, you little bitch. You're loving this!' cried Uncle Ron, and I could feel his body slowly tensing. He was panting harder and groaning louder and I knew he was about to come. Suddenly, he let out a huge groan that seemed to come from deep within his body and I could feel huge strings of sticky come pulsing into my mouth. Uncle Ron's cock seemed to twitch for ages as my mouth quickly filled up and I swallowed the salty liquid hungrily. Uncle Ron's cock gradually withdrew from mouth and I licked the residue of his come mixed with my own juices from his still stiff cock as I held it in my hands. 'My God, you swallowed it. You dirty little slut. Who would have thought!' exclaimed Uncle Ron in amazement. 'Yes sir,' I replied, 'I love the taste of your come.' I couldn't believe I was saying these things and acting this way but I felt so deliciously dirty and horny that I just couldn't help myself. Uncle Ron's erection seemed to take ages to subside, and he eventually slumped down onto my sofa with a look of satisfaction on his face. Even in its flaccid state, his dick was very impressive and his balls seemed to hang half-way down his thighs. He caught me staring at him and he grinned. 'You like a bit of old cock, don't you Juicy. I'm glad about that because there's going to be a few more filling your dirty little holes in the next few days!' The thought of this made me wince involuntarily. By using the term 'holes' I assumed he meant not only my mouth and pussy but also my anus, and this filled me with a mixture of dread and anticipation. If indeed I was fucked anally this would be a new experience for me. Michael, although very loving, was not very adventurous in bed and I had been too shy to suggest anal sex. I had, however, experimented when I was on my own by inserting a hairbrush handle in my butt hole while masturbating just to see how it felt. I couldn't imagine, however, what it would feel like with a huge cock like Uncle Ron's pushed up my bum, but I guessed it must hurt. Even so, the thought of this made me still wetter between my legs and I l could feel my cotton knickers damp against my pussy lips. I was longing for release and I moved my hands up between my legs. Suddenly, Uncle Ron rose off the sofa and pulled his shorts up. 'There's no time for that now. Come on slut, it's time we had some more fun. We're going on a visit,' I reluctantly moved my hands away from my pussy. 'Where are we going sir?' I asked in anticipation. 'Well,' replied Uncle Ron, 'it's my old Dad's 85th birthday today and I've got just the right present for the old sod. He's in an old folk's home across town and today he's going to get a visit from his son and his lovely young relative which I think will make his day!' I could only imagine what the present would be! Making out with a man in his sixties was one thing, but an 85 year old man was going a bit far. 'I'm not sure if I can do that sir, that sounds a bit way out,' I objected, although a little half-heartedly as I was in such a heightened state of sexuality that the thought of this latest 'adventure' felt so kinky that it started turning me on and I could feel the tell-tale dampness seeping again from between my legs and sticking to my little cotton panties. 'You'll do as I say slut. Old Reg has been a good father to me and it's only what he deserves. Mind you, he's a randy old sod so you'd better brace yourself!' I nodded meekly. 'Right,' he said, 'let's go.' He quickly took my hand as if I was a naughty schoolgirl who needed restraining, and led me out of the house. I was immediately conscious of what I was wearing and I was dreading a neighbour seeing me. I bowed my head and walked quickly to Uncle Ron's car. Luckily, the street was quiet and no-one spotted me. I must admit I really looked the part of a schoolgirl. I am only 5 feet 2 inches tall and the belly dancing lessons have certainly had a beneficial effect as I am still the same weight as I was when I left school. Also, everyone tells me I have a 'baby' face so I could easily pass off as an 18 year old, or even younger. We arrived at the old folk's home after about 20 minutes. It was an old country house set in lovely grounds just on the outskirts of my home town. Uncle Ron led me from the car and we were met at the reception desk by a rather severe looking woman in her forties, with black hair tied in a bun at the back. 'Hello Ron. Have you come to see your dad? I think he's in the lounge,' she said breezily. 'Yes, thanks Mrs Mason. It's his birthday today, so I've brought him a present.' The woman stared at me and said: 'And who is this young lass, Ron?' 'Oh, er, this is Lucy, my niece. She is really looking forward to seeing old Reg, aren't you Lucy?' 'Yes, Uncle Ron. I hope he likes his present.' I said, and I felt myself turning scarlet. Mrs Mason looked at me strangely, probably noticing my embarrassment and the fact that we didn't have any packages with us, and a slight smirk passed across her lips. 'Well, I guess it's a small present. They say the best things come in small packages.' Indeed they do,' replied Uncle Ron looking at me knowingly. I guess I was the small package! Uncle Ron led me away by the hand, and we walked down a long corridor and entered the lounge area, where there were several old people sitting in armchairs or in wheelchairs. Some were bunched around a TV that was blaring loudly, while others were just sitting staring into space or asleep. Ron pointed out his father to me. He was sitting in a corner in a wheelchair. He looked just like a thinner, wrinklier version of Uncle Ron. He was virtually bald, apart from a few wispy strands of red hair and the pale skin on his wrinkled face was mottled with liver spots. He wore a shabby check shirt, baggy sweatpants and carpet slippers. Uncle Ron called out to him and the older man's eyes lit up when he saw me standing next to Uncle Ron, who was still holding my hand. 'Happy birthday Dad. This is a friend of mine, Lucy. She's come to give you a present!' 'Ooh, lovely. But shouldn't you be at school today girl?' he replied, obviously noticing my clothes. 'No, no,' said Uncle Ron grinning, 'Lucy is 24. She just likes dressing up - especially for birthday boys. Isn't that right Lucy?' 'Yes sir,' I replied quietly, looking down at the floor. Reg gave me a funny look when he heard this then gave a toothless grin. 'Well, you've certainly brightened up my day, I can tell you. How do you know my Ron?' 'He's a neighbour of my mum, Reg,' I replied. 'My Dad is also 'sir' to you Juicy,' said Uncle Ron looking at me and frowning. 'Please show some respect to your elders.' 'I'm sorry sir.' 'Don't tease her, Ron,' said Reg. 'It's not teasing. It's making sure she knows her place. Lucy needs a bit of discipline, isn't that right, Juicy?' 'Yes sir. I'm sorry sir,' I replied. 'Good. Now, Dad, why don't you show Juicy Lucy your room.' 'OK son. Will you push my chair young Lucy?' Reg pointed the way, and I started to push him out of the lounge, with Uncle Ron following behind. Just then, I noticed an old man sitting in a big armchair who seemed familiar. I looked again and realised with horror that it was Mr Evans, who was my science teacher when I was at senior school. 'Oh my God, I don't believe it,' I gasped and stopped suddenly in the middle of the lounge. 'What's the problem, Juicy?' asked Uncle Ron. 'Over there in that armchair,' I gestured, 'it's Mr Evans my old science teacher.' 'Shall we go and say hello?' 'No thanks! He was a right dirty old bastard. He was always leering at the girls and making inappropriate comments to us. When we misbehaved he used to say that he wished corporal punishment was still allowed in schools so he could cane them or spank them.' 'Was he, indeed,' laughed Uncle Ron. Well, by the look of him, I don't suppose he's up to that now.' Mr Evans was a wizened figure, with long, lank grey hair that needed cutting badly. He was wearing an old cardigan with stains down the front. He suddenly caught my eye and his face contorted into a wide grin, showing a sparse array of yellowing teeth. He was about to say something but I quickly wheeled Reg out of the lounge before I could hear what he was saying. Reg's room was quite small, with just a table and four chairs, a single bed and an old worn armchair. There was a small kitchen area at the rear of the room. Uncle Ron helped Uncle Ron into his armchair, while I stood in the centre of the room. He then turned and spoke to me firmly, while Reg sat staring at me and licking his lips. 'Lift that little skirt for Old Reg and let him see you properly.' Facing Reg, I took off my school jacket, and slowly lifted the hem of my pleated skirt until my white cotton knickers were in full view of the leering old men. 'Look at that Ron, what a little slut.' Said Reg, shaking with excitement at my willingness. I looked down and noticed that a damp patch was clearly visible in the front of my knickers. Both old men stared lasciviously at my increasingly obvious horniness as demonstrated by the love juices that were staining my little panties. 'Take them off and give them to Reg. He can keep them as a memento,' commanded Uncle Ron. I slowly peeled my knickers down and passed them, with shaking hands, to Reg, who grabbed them eagerly and brought them up to his nose. I felt a trickle of juices immediately start to run down the inside of my thigh. 'Turn round and let Reg see your little pert bottom,' said Uncle Ron. I obeyed and bent over so that my bum was facing old Reg. I felt totally submissive and in the control of these two randy old men. It felt so disgusting but at the same time so deliciously dirty. I also realised that I not only enjoyed being a submissive but also being an exhibitionist and parading my body in front of people and watching their reactions. I found myself wriggling my bottom gently from side to side in a lewd fashion, virtually confirming that I was giving myself to these two old men. 'That's good, Juicy, wriggle that little bum and tell Uncle Reg what you want.' Said Uncle Ron. 'Put your fingers in me, sir.' I responded, as I pushed my bottom nearer to Reg. I suddenly jolted as I felt a long, bony finger slide into my sopping vagina, quickly followed by another, then another.' I cried out as the old man's fingers started to wiggle in me then push in and out aggressively. A loud squelching sound filled the room and I heard Reg grunting with the effort. I involuntarily moved my bum against his fingers. 'Yes, you dirty old sod, yes, yes! Finger my cunt!' I cried out. I looked up and saw Uncle Ron's erect cock fully exposed right in front of my face and I quickly took him in my mouth. I could feel old Reg's fingers curling and uncurling inside me, then gently rubbing the insides of my pussy. Then they would move outside and, fully lubricated, would rub against my clit making it stand out from its little hood. I suddenly felt the onset of an orgasm which slowly built to a crescendo. 'Oh my God, Oh my God!' I yelled as my climax suddenly exploded and waves of pure pleasure coursed through my body, which convulsed in spasms, while my bottom bucked up and down furiously on Reg's fingers. This was obviously too much for Uncle Ron, as I suddenly heard him groan and I felt warm spurts of semen flooding into my mouth, which I swallowed down greedily. My knees suddenly gave way and I knelt unsteadily on the floor with my head held back still gasping from the last waves of my own orgasm. As the sensations receded, I collapsed in a heap on the floor and lay there looking up in a daze at the two old men, licking the spunk from around my mouth. 'By Christ, Ron, you've got a live one there!' exclaimed Reg, chuckling to himself. I sat up slowly and noticed that Reg had pulled his sweatpants down past his knees and his cock was standing proud as he sat in the armchair. It was not as thick as Uncle Ron's, but was nearly as long and was equally as ugly, with knotted veins along its length. His hairy ball sack was wrinkled and hung loosely between his legs. My mind was still in a spin as I stood up and slowly took off my skirt, my blouse and my tie. I sat back down on the floor, lifted my legs in the air, flicked off my ballet pumps and slowly peeled off my white socks. I got up, wearing just my white bra and went to the pocket of my jacket, giving my bottom a little wiggle as I did so. I pulled out the little silver anklet that Uncle Ron had given me and fastened it around my right ankle. I then did a little dance for Reg and the little bells on my anklet tinkled as my hips swayed in front of him. I felt totally abandoned as I peeled off my bra sensuously revealing my pert little tits. My nipples were rock hard and protruding lewdly from my puffy nipples and Reg stared, with a trickle of spit drooling from the corners of his mouth. I felt totally abandoned and out of control. I walked slowly over to old Reg, turned round and gently lowered myself on him, straddling his thin hairy legs with my thighs. I guided his cock with my hand and it slid easily inside me. The size of him was certainly a new experience for me as it suddenly dawned on me that Reg was only the second man who had ever fucked me -- only Michael had ever fucked me before. I gasped with pleasure as his cock filled my soaking cunt and I gently bobbed up and down on the old man's tool, while his old hands pawed at my tits and tweaked my nipples. The room was silent apart from the squelching noise of Reg's cock pounding in and out of my wet pussy, and the jingling sound of the little bells on my anklet, as I squirmed and bucked on top of him. 'My God, Ron, what did I do to deserve this?' cried old Reg, panting with the effort as he held me tightly by the hips. Reg's panting quickly became groans and I could feel his cock suddenly starting to convulse inside me. He let out a huge, throaty roar as his old sperm squirted up inside me. This brought me over the edge, and I had another gut-wrenching orgasm that seemed to last forever with my cunt contracting against Reg's shaft and keeping it in place as he gradually softened. I slowly lifted myself off old Reg, fell to the floor exhausted and curled up naked in the foetal position. I quickly fell into a totally relaxed sleep. I was awoken probably only a few minutes later, by Uncle Ron shaking me gently by the shoulder. 'Come on little slut, time to go.' He said firmly. I got up slowly and could feel Reg's sperm seeping out of me and sliding slowly down the inside of my left leg. 'You really are a dirty little bitch, you know,' said Uncle Ron, shaking his head and staring at my dishevelled state. I gradually pulled myself together and dressed quickly in just my skirt, blouse and flat ballet pumps. Reg was sitting in his armchair, with his sweatpants still around his ankles, fast asleep and snoring contentedly. I grabbed my socks and bra and stuffed them in my bag and left my knickers with old Reg as a souvenir as requested by Uncle Ron. I put on my school blazer and we left the room, closing the door quietly behind us. As we passed through the communal lounge again, Mr Evans was still sitting in the same armchair, staring into space vacantly. As we passed him, he looked up and his eyes fixed on me. 'What do you think you are doing girl? Come over here at once!' he said, beckoning me over to him. I stopped in my tracks and looked over at Mr Evans, who was looking at me up and down with a look of disapproval on his face. 'What an earth do we have here?' he said, creasing his brow in a look of disgust. 'Where is your tie girl? And where are your school socks? This is not on at all. You should be wearing the full uniform of the school. What's more, you are wearing jewellery and that, as you know, is forbidden,' he said, staring down at my pretty little anklet. I was just about to move away but Uncle Ron held me back firmly by the shoulders. He grinned and said to Mr Evans: 'It's disgusting, the way girls carry on nowadays isn't it. I think she deserves some sort of punishment, don't you?' I quickly realised what he meant and thoughts raced through my brain about dirty old Mr Evans spanking me for disobeying the school rules. I am ashamed to say that this really turned me on and I could feel additional moisture between my legs mixing with old Reg's spunk. I decided to give the dirty old bugger a thrill and act the part of a naughty schoolgirl. 'I'm very sorry sir,' I said, looking down at the floor. 'I think the old boy thinks he's still at school,' whispered Uncle Ron, 'you'd better not disappoint him'. Mr Evans suddenly got up from his armchair and steadied himself with a wooden walking stick. 'Come to my office at once girl, and we'll see if we can teach you to behave. What's your name?' 'Lucy Ryan sir.' 'Well, Ryan, follow me. Are you her form teacher?' he said, addressing Uncle Ron. 'Yes, Mr Evans. Ryan is a very naughty girl and needs to be taught a lesson,' said Uncle Ron, grinning at me. The Silver Anklet Ch. 02 Mr Evans frowned. 'Well, you'd best accompany her so you can see what happens to girls who misbehave in my school.' We followed Mr Evans as he slowly made his way down a corridor to his room and he opened the door with a key. 'In there, girl, and stand in the corner with your hands on your head.' I obeyed his order and stood facing the wall. I could hear the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor. 'Turn round girl and come over here.' I did as I was told and walked over to Mr Evans, who was sitting in a hard-backed chair in the middle of the room. Uncle Ron was sitting in an armchair, grinning at me stupidly. 'Right. Over my knee at once Ryan!' commanded Mr Evans, pointing at his lap. Again, I obeyed his command and bent over onto his lap. I could feel moisture slowly dripping down my thigh as I thought about what was about to happen to me. 'Spread those legs and put your hands on the floor,' instructed Mr Evans loudly. 'Before I start, what have you got to say for yourself girl?' 'I'm very sorry for not wearing the full school uniform sir. It won't happen again.' 'I should think not, my girl. Right, let's get started. I think 10 spanks are in order.' Mr Evans grabbed hold of the hem of my skirt and hauled it up over my back, exposing my nakedness underneath. 'What do we have here? You're not even wearing any knickers girl. Have you no shame? I think this calls for 10 more spanks!' Mr Evans then proceeded to spank my bare bottom, which hurt dreadfully, and I shrieked loudly as his bony old hand slapped hard against the soft skin of my bottom. However, after each hard, stinging slap, I felt a strange warmth building within me. The whole kinky scenario was having a huge effect on me and I found myself grinding my clit against the warmth of his covered legs as I endured the spanking and I cried out again with a mixture of pain and pleasure. I was grinding myself frantically towards another orgasm when Mr Evans finished. Mr Evans gently stroked my bottom for a few moments and I continued to push against him, desperately trying to make myself come. 'Stop wriggling girl and get up.' Said Mr Evans, and I reluctantly stood up and I could feel my bottom stinging badly. 'What do you have to say for yourself now, girl?' 'I'm very, very sorry for being a naughty girl and I will try my best in future to behave,' I answered contritely. 'Good girl. Now, off you go to your lessons.' I quickly composed myself and left the room, followed by Uncle Ron. As we got outside, he said: 'You really enjoyed that didn't you? I can't believe you went along with that. You are even sluttier than I thought.' By this time, I was desperate for relief and I grabbed Uncle Ron's hand and pulled them between my legs. He pulled me roughly through the nearest door, which was marked 'Store Room'. It was no more than a large cupboard lined with shelves containing what looked like cleaning materials. Uncle Ron pushed me back forcibly against the shelves and yanked my skirt down around my ankles. He unzipped his shorts and I could see his fully erect cock sticking out of a mass of bushy red pubic hair. I fell to my knees assuming he wanted me to suck him off again, but he yanked me upright. His big hairy hand came around and grabbed my bum and I yelped in agony as he pressed his hands against my sore cheeks. I was gasping for breath as I felt wildly for his huge prick. I grabbed hold of it and guided it between my legs and I yelped loudly as he thrust upwards and slid into my wet pussy. I was overwhelmed with the most pleasurable feelings as he fucked me roughly. I looked down and saw his ugly, knotted shaft slick with my juices as it pumped in and out. I came quickly and violently, and Uncle Ron put his hand across my mouth as I screeched as anyone passing in the corridor outside would have easily heard the commotion. Waves of pure pleasure flooded through me as Uncle Ron continued to pump. He then let out a stifled groan and I could feel his spunk spurting in me. I collapsed on my knees and covered his prick with kisses and gently licked him clean as I held him hard against me with my hand clasped against his hairy bottom. Eventually, Uncle Ron said: 'I think you surpassed yourself there, Juicy!' We gathered ourselves together and left the tiny cubicle after checking that the coast was clear. As we passed the reception desk on our way out, Mrs Mason was sitting at a computer typing on the keyboard. She looked up and stared at me, slowly shaking her head. I must have looked quite a picture as my hair was tousled and my blouse was hanging outside my skirt with a couple of buttons missing. She looked down at my legs and could obviously see a trail of sperm working its way down them. I looked down in embarrassment, as she said to Uncle Ron: 'Well, I hope old Reg enjoyed his birthday. It certainly looks that way. I've just seen him, and he seems to have a permanent smile on his face. He kept going on about a lovely young relative he never knew he had!' 'He certainly seemed to appreciate his present, that's for sure, Mrs Mason,' said Uncle Ron. 'You will definitely have to visit us again Lucy. I do like my residents to be happy!' She was still staring at my legs and I shifted uneasily. 'I will have to introduce you to some of my other sorry cases. Perhaps you can cheer them up. Why don't you come over again and we can have a chat about it.' I felt myself blushing with embarrassment and couldn't look her in the eye. 'Yes, perhaps I will Mrs Mason. We must be going now, thoogh. It was nice to meet you!' I said, tugging at Uncle Ron's arm to hurry him along. Uncle Ron escorted me out of the building, chuckling to himself, and we went back to his car for the journey home. When we arrived, Uncle Ron turned to me and said: 'You did very well today, Juicy. It's just how I hoped you might be. We're definitely going to have lot of fun together!' 'I can't believe what I did today,' I replied, 'this doesn't mean I don't love my husband, you know,' I added quickly, trying to convince myself that what I had done was perfectly normal for a 24 year old, happily married primary school teacher. 'I'm sure you're right Juicy. Anyway, I've got another adventure in mind for you, but I'll give you a couple of days to recover as you need to be fresh. I'll pick you up at 11 o'clock on Friday. Oh, and don't wear any underwear. And don't forget to wear the anklet, OK?' I nodded in agreement and quickly got out of the car and went indoors before any of my prying neighbours could see me as Uncle Ron drove off, wondering what he had planned for Friday and whether I had the nerve to go through with any further crazy experiences. The Silver Anklet Ch. 03 The next two days gave me a good opportunity to gather together my confused thoughts and to reflect on my outrageous and unbelievable behaviour during the previous two days. I went back to some degree of normality and returned to my normal routine of shopping, gardening, cleaning and other mundane household tasks. I also had some wonderful telephone conversations with my darling husband and I surprised myself by managing successfully to act as if nothing had happened and everything was perfectly normal at home. In fact, Michael seemed to be the one who sounded guilty as he repeatedly apologised for being away during my own summer break, and he promised to take me away for a few days to a country hotel when he returned. Apparently, his boss had agreed to allow him to take a few days off as a reward for his willingness to deputise for his ill colleague. I promised myself that I would try to make our little holiday a memorable one for Michael and I really hoped I could, at the same time, manipulate the situation so that Michael could at last attempt to take me under control and fulfil my submissive needs. I also had a chance to recover physically -- my bottom was initially very sore and red after my spanking by Mr Evans and my pussy lips were visibly swollen from the fucking I had received from Uncle Ron and old Reg, his father. I soaked myself in warm baths and rubbed soothing ointment onto my arse cheeks until the soreness gradually receded and the red marks disappeared. I could not help myself, however, from occasionally drifting into daydreams about Uncle Ron's disgustingly ugly but magnificent cock and I would find my hands involuntarily moving down between my legs and touching myself while thinking about the huge monster pounding into my tight little cunt. It was as if I temporarily became another person -- my animal 'Juicy Lucy' side, as opposed to my normal, sweet married 'Mrs Lucy Ryan -- school teacher' side. I felt that I would do anything for this large, ugly man, including satisfying his obviously voyeuristic nature and satisfying the needs of other people while he watched. One moment I might be dusting the furniture and then, as my thoughts returned to that sleazy old man's prick, I would find myself standing in front of the mirror while I tugged down my sweatpants with one hand while massaging my nipples to hardness with the other, quickly followed by frantic wanking. I especially enjoy coming while standing up and watching myself -- somehow the feelings seem so much more intense. On the day of Uncle Ron's return, I awoke full of trepidation to another fine summer's day. There had been times over the last couple of days when I almost telephoned Uncle Ron to tell him that I had come to my senses and that I didn't want him to come round again. However, my 'animal' side would then take over and I could not quite bring myself to put an end to the rollercoaster ride I was on, and my imagination ran wild again as I wondered what further sexually-fuelled adventures Uncle Ron had planned. I felt extremely nervous and light-headed, and the butterflies started racing around again in my tummy as I got out of bed and got myself ready for Uncle Ron's visit. My spirits had been lifted, however, after speaking with Michael on the telephone the previous evening. In my mind I rationalised that my behaviour with Uncle Ron was a way of exploring new boundaries and increasing my adventurousness, which could only enhance and enrich our marriage in the long run. I took a hot shower and applied further lotion to my bottom while deliberating about what I should wear. Because it was likely to be a warm day, I decided on a pretty yellow summer dress with buttons all the way up the front, which finished about six inches above the knee. I fastened my silver anklet around my ankle and slipped on a pair of flip-flops. If our previous episodes together were anything to go by, I reasoned that I required a minimum of garments and, of course, I was not allowed to wear any underwear. Uncle Ron arrived promptly at 11 o'clock. I opened the door and he was wearing his usual scruffy old shorts and T-shirt. He looked me up and down with a huge grin on his face and I gave him a little twirl so he could inspect me properly. 'Very nice, Juicy. That should do nicely. Come here.' I obediently took a step outside and he suddenly lunged at me and held me tightly with a bear hug around the waist. I gasped and, as my mouth opened, he pressed his lips against mine and I could feel his tongue wiggling around in my mouth until my own tongue met his. I stood on tiptoe as we licked and sucked each other's tongues and lips in a little frenzy of lust and I could feel Uncle Ron's hardness pressing into my tummy and his hand lifting my skirt and moving up my thigh. I suddenly realised with alarm that we were in full view of anyone who happened to be passing in the street. I opened my eyes and looked over Uncle Ron's shoulder and, at that moment, saw Dave, our postman walking down the path towards us. I quickly disentangled myself from Uncle Ron and pushed him through my front door and into the hallway of my house. I looked sheepishly at Dave, and he winked at me as he handed me my post. After thanking him I hurried indoors before he had a chance to say anything further. Uncle Ron laughed at my predicament but I was really worried that Dave might tell someone what he had seen. 'What if he says something to Michael,' I said. 'Don't worry Juicy. You need only tell the truth, which is that you were greeting your old uncle who came to visit,' he said. 'In any case, perhaps it will make him realise what a good little slut you are so that he can then give you what you need.' I wasn't reassured by this remark, but I thought how great it would be if Michael would, even occasionally, be forceful and dominant and treat me like his own little slut. I gradually calmed down and looked over at Uncle Ron, who was still smiling at me stupidly. He still had a large bulge sticking out of his shorts and I reached out and rubbed him gently. 'Where are we going today, sir?' I asked in my best 'little girl' voice. 'You're going back to work,' replied Uncle Ron. 'What do you mean sir?' 'Well. I'm very good friends with someone you know well. His name is George Thomas.' 'Surely you don't mean George, the caretaker at my school?' 'The very same. And even though it's school holiday time, he's agreed to open up school today just for us. Isn't that kind of him?' George was a short, wiry man in his fifties, who always seemed to be grumpy about something and was constantly complaining to teachers about the behaviour of the children or the untidiness of classrooms. He was also a bit of an old pervert and always managed to hold on to my arm while he talked to me or, 'accidentally' brush up against me when I passed him in the school corridor. He had a terrible reputation amongst the other young female teachers and they tried to avoid him as much as possible. My best friend and teacher colleague, Ann (my belly dancing companion) was constantly teasing me by saying that I was creepy old George's favourite. Apparently, once I had been in my classroom after school bending down putting some books away in a low bookshelf and she had seen him looking at me through the window and rubbing himself. 'You shouldn't wear those short skirts to work, Luce, you don't want to give old George a heart attack!' she had said. I laughed it off at the time, but I continued to wear short skirts occasionally and I must admit that I started to notice George looking at me and I liked the feeling that it gave me. It reminded me of how I felt when I was younger and Uncle Ron used to ogle me on my way to school or when he used to visit my parents. I even went out of my way to pass his little office in the school in the hope of bumping into him or making up excuses about things that needed repairing in the classroom so that he would call in to see me. I got a thrill out of seeing his reaction when I crossed my legs in my chair in front of him or bent down to show him something so he could see down my top. 'What are we going to do at school, sir? Do we have to involve creepy old George?' 'You'll have to wait and see. But I know you will enjoy it!' Uncle Ron replied. During the journey to my school, I tried to imagine what was going to happen to me on today's 'adventure'. George was a quite loathsome, pervy character but, paradoxically, the thought of him looking at me, or even touching me, really turned me on (although I didn't want to admit it to myself) and I suddenly remembered how I felt on the occasions when I had deliberately teased him at school. I then reflected that many of my wildest sexual fantasies had been about me with older and/or less attractive members of the male species. The turn-on for me was essentially the thrill of seeing someone drooling over a young, attractive woman -- someone who they would normally expect would either ignore them or, at worst, would react angrily. Also running through my mind was the thought that younger, better-looking men would normally take it for granted that they would attract members of the opposite sex without too much effort, and I guess that my husband fell into that category. However, sex with older men, uglier men, fat men, or a combination of all three, seemed hugely kinky and much more satisfying, knowing that they were probably feeling that it was their luckiest day. Allowing George to have his way with me seemed even kinkier, knowing that he had probably lusted after me for a long time and would be overwhelmed by the situation. However, I was also aware that I had to be careful to please him as I didn't want him to make things awkward for me at work as I loved my job and didn't want to lose it over some scandal, which would probably also mean the end of my marriage. 'Penny for your thoughts.' said Uncle Ron, staring at me. 'Oh....sorry sir. I was just wondering what you had in mind for me today.' Well, as I said before, you will just have to wait and see. Let's just say that George is in for the treat of his life, and you'll have a new experience into the bargain!' This made me wriggle in anticipation, and I could feel my cunt becoming wetter. When we arrived at the school, George was standing waiting for us wearing his usual garb of blue overalls, white T-shirt and heavy work boots. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw me getting out of the car and walking towards him wearing my little yellow dress. He stared down at my slender, lightly tanned legs and licked his lips. I saw his eyes move up to my chest and I'm sure he noticed my hardening nipples pushing through the thin material. 'Well, hello Mrs Ryan. Ron tells me you've been a very naughty girl. I do hope that nice husband of yours doesn't find out about your antics -- not to mention the headmistress!' said George with a false look of shock on his face. Even though I felt extremely horny about the whole scenario, and could feel the usual dampness between my legs, I felt that it would be advisable to let George feel he exercised power over me. 'Please George; please don't tell Michael or Mrs Williams. I'll do anything if you keep quiet.' 'Wow!' said George, looking over to Uncle Ron, 'you weren't kidding, were you. You certainly know how to return a favour.' 'What does he mean, sir?' I said, looking at Uncle Ron quizzically. 'Well. let's just say George helped me out financially a few months ago when my business was in trouble and I said I would repay him with something special. Old George was always talking about this gorgeous young piece of fluff at his school and when I realised it was you, I thought of the ideal way to repay my debt.' I felt myself turning red, and looked shyly down at the floor to avoid George's leering face. 'Let's go through to my office,' said George excitedly, and he led us through the school to his small office at the back. It had a chair, a small desk with a computer monitor in the corner, and a pile of porn magazines strewn across the top. The walls were stacked with shelves containing boxes of toilet rolls and bottles of cleaning fluid. George sat down on the chair and Uncle Ron pushed me forward. 'OK slut, unbutton your dress for George,' he commanded. Slowly and sensuously, I undid each button and slid the dress from my shoulders and it dropped to the floor around my feet. George sat there transfixed, staring at my glistening pussy with its neat 'landing strip' of golden pubic hair above. 'Beautiful, beautiful,' he stammered as he reached out his hand tentatively. I parted my legs obligingly to accommodate his thin, groping fingers which immediately came into contact with my wetness. 'My God, you're gagging for it, girl. Who would have thought...?' Said George as his fingers slowly slid up and down my soaking slit, making me gasp out loud. George's other hand had moved to his crotch and I could see a noticeable bulge appearing in his overalls as he slowly rubbed himself. He then moved his slimy fingers to my lips and I took them in my mouth and sucked my juices from them. 'Ok, Juicy. It's time to take care of my friend George's perverted needs,' said Uncle Ron. 'But first you need to see what he's got for you.' With that, Uncle Ron put both his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down on my knees in front of George. 'Take all my clothes off, there's a good girl,' said George, as he held out a leg. I took the hint, undid his bootlaces and removed both his heavy boots. I pulled down his socks and peeled them off his feet and then slowly unbuttoned his overalls. They dropped to the floor and I noticed he wasn't wearing any underpants. His cock was already standing fully erect and sticking out lewdly from a mass of grey pubic hair. It was about the same size as Michael's -- about six inches -- but was strangely curved like a boomerang. His circumcised helmet was bright red and a slither of pre-cum had oozed down the side. 'Bloody hell, George, that's one weird weapon you've got there!' exclaimed Uncle Ron. 'What do you think, Juicy?' I didn't answer, but just stared stupidly at George's bent old dick. 'Suck me, Mrs Ryan. Get me ready,' said George, breathing heavily. I thought to myself what a disgustingly horny sight George made. His naked torso was covered in a thick mat of grey hair, as were his thin legs and ball sack. He was only slightly taller than me, and his oddly-shaped prick seemed quite thick and out of proportion to the rest of his skinny body. I stood back, kicked off my flip-flops and stood there wearing just my silver anklet and my wedding ring. I padded barefoot over to George and the little bells tinkled as I moved. I went down on my knees again, moved my head between his thighs and slowly licked the pre-cum from the head of his cock. It immediately twitched and seemed to grow a little more erect and I heard him make a strange gargling sound in his throat. 'Aaaargh....that's right, Mrs Ryan, lick me you little married slut. Take it in your mouth.' I slowly engulfed his cock with my lips and slid him into my willing mouth until I could feel it hit the back of my throat. It felt strangely warm and velvety and it seemed to twitch as I moved my mouth up and down its length. 'Fuck, fuck, that's it cunt, take it down!' shouted George. 'I think you're ready now, George, don't you,' said Uncle Ron, who had been sitting on the desk watching the proceedings. 'Stand up, Juicy and lean forward across the desk.' I did as I was told, and lay face down on the desk with my bare feet on the floor and my bottom in the air. I could feel my wet pussy squishing against the edge of the desk, which made me wiggle my bottom involuntarily. 'Oh my God, Ron. Look at that lovely little arse. It's been driving me mad for months!' exclaimed George. 'Yes, and you are soon going to be the lucky owner of a 24 year old virgin arse hole.' I looked over alarmingly at Uncle Ron. 'No, you can't mean it sir,' I cried, 'I've never done that before. He'll hurt me with that thing.' 'Don't worry,' he replied. 'You'll be very gentle, won't you George?' 'Oh my God, has she really never taken it up the arse? She's going to be so tight!' said George, crudely. Suddenly I heard the sound of a jar being opened. Uncle Ron leaned over me and I felt two of his fingers, covered in some kind of lubricant, poking into my anus and wiggling around inside. It felt weird at first, but I suddenly felt a strange, warm feeling deep inside me as Uncle Ron's fingers probed and slid up and down and I moved my bottom in rhythm with the movement. He then pulled his fingers out and moved away and I waited in dreaded anticipation of the next assault on my virgin hole. 'Please don't hurt me George,' I whimpered as I heard George moving into position behind me. 'I'll do my best, but it looks like you won't really mind be,' he replied, noticing that I had pushed my bottom higher to accommodate him. 'Fucking hell! What a dirty little bitch you are, Mrs Ryan. This will teach you for being such a prick-tease!' I suddenly felt George's thick cock pushing and prodding against my lubricated arse hole. Slowly but surely it slid in and I could feel my ring parting to allow him entry. I felt a sudden stab of sharp pain as he slid further in and I cried out. The pain, however, soon turned to a feeling of wonderful fullness within me. I felt as if a red hot poker was pushing into the recesses of my belly as he started pumping up and down. 'Grr...aaargh!' George yelled as he pumped faster and faster. Suddenly he jerked violently as I felt spurts of warm liquid being pumped deep inside me. His chest collapsed on top of my arched back and he groaned and mumbled incoherently in my ear. The glorious feeling of George's old spunk shooting up my insides and the pressure of my clit against the edge of the desk brought me to an explosive orgasm and I bucked up and down with George's convulsing cock still deep inside me, groaning and clawing at the desk and sending George's porn mags flying to the floor. I could see Uncle Ron wanking his huge, ugly cock inches from my face and suddenly his own sperm shot out and across my face and into my hair and eyes. George, panting heavily in my ear, gradually slid his cock out of my arse hole and, as he moved away, I slid slowly down the side of the desk and collapsed in a heap on the floor, my body still jerking occasionally with the last aftershocks of my own orgasm. I could feel George's sperm oozing out of my back passage and dripping onto the floor. At the same time, felt Uncle Ron's sperm trickling down my face. 'Look what a mess you've made to George's office floor Juicy,' said Uncle Ron, pointing down at the small puddle of creamy liquid that had accumulated on the linoleum. 'You'd better clean it up, because old George likes clean floors.' I nodded silently and slowly got to my feet to get a mop that was leaning against the wall. 'Not with that, bitch. Use your slutty tongue,' said Uncle Ron. I was mesmerised by the whole situation and still feeling exceedingly horny and I am embarrassed to recall that I immediately and unquestioningly got down on all fours and slowly licked up and swallowed the disgusting puddle of sperm from the floor, while George and Uncle Ron looked on in amazement. 'My God, Ron, I don't believe this. I think I must be dreaming!' said George, staring at the performance taking place in front of him. 'Mrs Ryan, I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun when school starts again.' 'No, we can't George. That was just a one-off,' I replied, not really believing what I was saying. 'I don't think you've got much choice, do you Mrs Ryan, or shall I come round and speak to your husband?' The Silver Anklet Ch. 04 I sat quietly in Uncle Ron's car on the way home from my school 'adventure' with my mind in a daze, thinking about what had just happened to me. 'You must be mad, girl,' I thought to myself, knowing that my behaviour over recent days was not only jeopardising my marriage, but now also my job. Uncle Ron had awoken something deep within me that I had not been conscious of previously, that was at once both frightening and strangely exciting. I knew that the only sensible course of action would be to tell Uncle Ron to leave me alone, but somehow I could not bring myself to do that as I had a deep craving, like an invisible drug, for further opportunities to explore my awakening sexuality with the help of this dirty old man. In any event, I knew that I could not prevent further debasement as both Uncle Ron and creepy George, the school caretaker, now had visible evidence of my slutty antics and would no doubt use the photographs as an insurance policy in case I decided to resist their advances in future. In a way, I used this inevitability as an excuse to justify any possible further episodes of similarly outrageous behaviour but I also dearly hoped that I could, at the same time, somehow continue to have a satisfying loving relationship with my husband. Michael would be returning from his work trip to France the following weekend and had booked a hotel break for us shortly afterwards and I was determined that this would be an enjoyable experience both for Michael and myself, given my new-found wantonness. I was lost in my thoughts when I suddenly became aware that the car was no longer moving and that I had arrived home. I turned and saw Uncle Ron staring at me and grinning broadly. I must have looked a sorry sight as my little yellow dress was rumpled and stained having been discarded on the floor in George's office while I pranced virtually naked around the school. I had also noticed old George using it to wipe the sperm off his disgusting old cock before he threw it to me to put back on before I left. I was also still wearing the fishnet stockings that I was ordered to wear at the school, and these were torn and had stained where the old man's spunk had oozed out of my pussy and down my leg. Apart from the little silver anklet that was still fastened around my ankle, these were the only items I was wearing -- I had somehow forgotten to put my flip-flops back on in my dazed state on leaving the school, so I had nothing on my feet. 'I think you need a few days to rest before our next little adventure. It'll give you time to recover,' said Uncle Ron, 'OK slut?' 'Yes sir.' I agreed, feeling relieved. 'I'll phone you Wednesday,' he added. I nodded quickly, looked out of the car to ensure the coast was clear and tottered barefoot to my front door without looking back. Once indoors, I stripped off my soiled clothes and took a long and relaxing bath, which helped considerably to relieve the soreness in my anus that had developed since the pounding it had taken from old George's ugly old cock. This had been my first (and no doubt not the last) experience of anal sex, but I had found the experience surprisingly satisfying, despite the initial pain. I could not concentrate on anything the next day as my thoughts were in total confusion. I was also extremely exhausted and, after emerging from my bed at lunchtime and taking a shower, I could hardly be bothered to dress, so I just flung on an old pair of denim shorts and a baggy white T-shirt. I found my little silver anklet and slipped it on -- I somehow felt sexier wearing it, and the jingling of the bells as I moved around brought back memories of my sluttiness. I flopped onto my living-room sofa and, with the warmth of the afternoon sun on my face which streamed through the window, I closed my eyes and began to daydream about the three old men who had recently used my body and, in particular, about Uncle Ron's ugly but magnificent cock and the wonderful feelings it had given me. I could feel my pussy becoming wet and I shifted uneasily. My hands drifted down to my shorts and I undid the top button and tugged at the zip. I pulled them down over my legs and kicked them carelessly into the middle of the room then pushed my fingers between my moistened cunt lips and up to my clit which had begun to protrude from its little hood. I gasped as I fingered myself, slowly at first, but gathering momentum and urgency as the familiar pleasurable feelings began to form deep within me. My legs drifted wider apart, my toes curled and uncurled, and my bottom began to rise and fall in rhythm with the quickening speed of my fingers and I started to moan loudly as my orgasm built. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I sensed movement on the pathway at the front of my house outside the window, which was quickly followed by the sound of the doorbell. I swore silently to myself and quickly rose from the sofa. I surreptitiously peeked through the window and saw Dave, our postman, standing on the front doorstep. Dave is a tall, thin man, I suppose in his late forties, with straggly dark hair and a wispy beard, who has been our postman for about five years. I padded out to the hall and opened the door just as I realised I hadn't put my shorts back on before doing so. Luckily my T-shirt was sufficiently long to just about keep me decent and I grabbed the hem to stretch it down further as Dave stared at me in surprise. His eyes moved from my tanned bare legs up to my chest, and I glanced down and noticed with horror that my nipples were noticeably erect and poking through the material. I was still flushed from my aborted frigging and I felt myself turn a brighter shade of red as I mumbled a greeting to Dave while I slowly inched back behind the door so only my head and shoulders were visible. 'Er....hello, Mrs Ryan,' he stuttered. 'Sorry to disturb you. I had to knock because this letter for you is too large for the letterbox and it says on the outside not to bend it'. He held out a large brown envelope but he was too far away for me to reach it without emerging from behind the door. I stepped out and quickly grabbed it and turned round to put it on the hall table. Just as I put the envelope down I felt a hand brush the back of my thigh and I froze in shock as it softly glided upwards and rested on my bottom where it moved in a gentle circular motion. I stood motionless and could hear my breathing becoming heavier and more audible. My inert state seemed to act as an incentive for Dave's hand to become bolder and he began to squeeze the flesh of my bottom quite hard, which made me gasp out loud. 'Is this what that old man was doing when I saw you yesterday?' said Dave, 'I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you letting that ugly old git feel you up,' he added. 'I think you must be mistaken, Dave, I was just saying goodbye to an old friend. He wasn't doing anything,' I stammered. 'That's not what I saw, Mrs Ryan, although I know you tried to make it look innocent when I came up the path.' I still hadn't moved my position and I closed my eyes as Dave's other hand moved up my thigh and cupped me between the legs. 'Aaaaah....please don't Dave.....oh my God,' I moaned as Dave inserted one, then two, then three fingers deep in my slimy vagina. I was still feeling extremely horny from my earlier administrations with my own fingers and made no effort to pull away as Dave's fingers moved in and out of me, making a loud, liquid noise as they did so. Suddenly, Dave removed his fingers and I felt a wave of disappointment coursing through me. 'Oh no! Please...don't stop,' I pleaded, as I reached behind me with my hands to try to replace Dave's hand on my willing cunt. Dave moved away from my desperate hands and laughed at my predicament. I turned round angrily and went to slap him. However, he grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me to the ground firmly. I rose to my knees, looked up and saw Dave unzipping his shorts, which dropped to his ankles around his boots. I stared in awe at his stiff prick rising menacingly above a tuft of black pubic hair. It was long and thin, with very pale skin, which contrasted starkly with the bright red circumcised glans at the tip. I couldn't believe that I was acting in such a slutty way to yet another seemingly unattractive man but my arousal had peaked to such an extent that I could not stop myself. I moved towards him on my knees, reached out with my hands and cupped his balls gently. I grabbed his prick in my right hand and began to move it slowly up and down. He groaned loudly as my hand moved faster. I looked up and saw Dave with his mouth wide open and a look of sheer disbelief on his face. Still looking at him, I slowly lowered my head and took him in my mouth, which caused Dave to groan even louder. My tongue licked his long shaft slowly from its base to the angry looking glans and he moaned loudly. 'Aaaaargh......that's it! My god, suck me please you dirty little tart,' gasped Dave, as he staggered backwards against the wall. I took him fully in my mouth and could feel his long cock touching the back of my throat before I slowly moved up to kiss the red tip of his cock. I gently moved my fingers up and down his shaft and flicked my tongue against the underside of his ball sack. Dave suddenly gave out a high-pitched, almost girlish, scream and immediately spurted his spunk forcefully right in my hair and face. At the same time his knees seemed to buckle from beneath him and he slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor with his eyes closed and breathing in short gasps from his mouth. The whole situation made me incredibly horny and I was aching for release. With Dave still gasping for breath, I quickly pulled my T-shirt over my head and stood naked in front of him. I stepped back, laid back on the hall stairs and parted my legs lewdly, giving Dave a clear view of my sopping cunt. 'Please make me come Dave,' I pleaded. Dave staggered to his feet and dropped down between my legs. He moved his head down and his tongue expertly found my swollen clit. I gasped, threw back my head and squirmed with pleasure. I placed my legs over his shoulders with the soles of my bare feet pressing into his back. His tongue continued to flicker against my clit as I gripped his head between my legs. I could feel my orgasm building again within my belly as I pushed my pussy harder into Dave's face while he reached out with his arms, grabbed my tits and squeezed and pulled hard on my nipples. 'I'm coming Dave....you bastard....you've made me come!' I screamed as my climax erupted. My hips bucked wildly and my legs shot rigidly in the air as the muscles tensed with the force of my orgasm, causing the little bells on my anklet to tinkle incongruously. Once I had gathered my senses, I quickly ushered Dave out even though I could see his cock was again fully erect and he was wanting more, as I felt completely shattered as well as thoroughly embarrassed by the whole episode and again shocked at my behaviour. This was yet another man who would, no doubt, be expecting more of the same in future and I wondered how I could possibly have got myself into such a predicament Over the next few days, I gradually recovered from my excesses of the previous few days. I made sure I slept at least 10 hours each night; I went jogging and did some workouts at the gym. I also went to my usual belly-dance class with my work colleague, Ann, which was not only a very enjoyable way to keep trim, but also made me feel very sexy and, as I gyrated, I got into the mood by imagining myself performing in front of an audience of leering men. In the changing room after the session, I had to avoid Ann seeing my knickers as I changed them because of the noticeable damp patch that had appeared through the material. I also found the time to do some clothes shopping at our local mall and bought a couple of short, sexy dresses and some racy underwear sets, including suspenders and stockings, for my trip away with Michael. I really wanted to put on a show for him and make him proud of me to see how he would react. I was really determined for him to fully recognise my needs and be masterful and forceful. I guess I was longing for him to really use me and ravish me rather than making me do all the running and then fucking me as a result, almost as if he was doing me a favour. If nothing else, then the last few days had made me realise that I really enjoyed flaunting myself in front of men who could really appreciate me and drool over me, and who would then force me to satisfy all their needs. I also had a strong feeling that what happened on this trip could be a turning-point in our marriage and I really hoped it would be a success. At the same time, however, my mind kept wandering to thoughts of the immediate future and a further erotic adventure with Uncle Ron planned for later that week. By the time Wednesday arrived, my nerves were really on a knife edge. This was mostly due to the fact that I had shown sufficient self-discipline to avoid masturbating since the 'incident' with Dave, our postman, as I wanted my body to be fully responsive to whatever Uncle Ron had in mind. Uncle Ron didn't phone me until late in the afternoon on Wednesday, by which time I was becoming extremely agitated and frustrated, which I guess was deliberate on his part. I even tried phoning his mobile, but got no reply so I left a garbled message. When the phone finally rang, I grabbed it quickly. 'My god, that was fast, slut. You must be really eager for my old cock', he chuckled. 'Sorry. I thought you may have forgotten about me. Do you have something else planned for me sir, I've been waiting all day,' I replied meekly. 'Well, we're going on a little trip up to Manchester tomorrow, so I want you to pack a bag for an overnight stay.' 'What sort of clothes should I take sir? Do I need to pack any underwear?' I asked. 'Yes, just pack some everyday wear, including underwear. I want you to look as natural as possible. Oh, and don't forget the anklet.' 'Oh....OK sir,' I replied. 'Do I detect a hint of disappointment in your voice,' said Uncle Ron, laughing. 'Don't worry, I don't think you will be disappointed with what I've got planned for you.' The next morning, I showered, dressed casually in jeans and pale blue blouse and nothing else apart from my silver anklet and flat pumps. I packed a small bag with a variety of different clothes as I was not sure what Uncle Ron had meant by 'everyday' clothes. While I was placing my bag in the hall awaiting Uncle Ron's arrival, I suddenly noticed on the floor beneath the hall table the large envelope that Dave the postman had delivered a few days earlier, which I remembered dropping as he groped me from behind. I opened it up, dropped the contents on the table and took a deep inward breath when I realised what I was seeing. There were 2 large colour photographs with me as the subject matter. The first one showed me on all fours on my classroom desk at school, naked apart from a pair of black fishnet stockings. Standing on the floor behind me was the huge, ugly figure of Uncle Ron with his eyes in a wild stare as he gripped me by the hips with his hairy old hands. His huge belly hung in folds over the top of my bottom and his huge, ugly cock, covered in white slime, was entering me from behind. My head was up, my eyes were closed and my mouth was gaping open as if I was gasping for breath, whilst my blonde hair -- damp with the sweat of exertion -- stuck to my forehead. I was struck by the stunning contrast between my young, slight female figure and the huge bulk of gross manliness that was Uncle Ron. I must admit it was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. The second picture showed me outdoors -- again naked apart from the sexy stockings - hanging upside down by my legs from the school playground climbing frame, with my long golden hair just touching the ground and my breasts, with their puffy nipples clearly erect, dangling downwards by the force of gravity towards my face. My abdominal muscles and the muscles in my calves and thighs were tensed and clearly-defined like an athlete, as I gripped the frame with my legs and held the pose for the photographer. At the bottom of the picture, somebody had written in black felt-tip pen: THIS LITTLE SLUT'S ARSE BELONGS TO GEORGE I studied the photographs with a mixture of horror and mounting horniness. I could feel myself becoming even wetter as they reminded me of my disgusting behaviour with creepy old George and Uncle Ron at my school. I had to quickly remove my jeans to prevent them being stained inside and I clamped my right hand between my legs and pushed it hard against my clit. As I pumped frantically with the heel of my hand, I felt my orgasm slowly mounting but was suddenly brought to my senses by the harsh sound of the doorbell behind me, and I let out a little wail of despair. I quickly wiped the moisture as best as I could from my pussy with some tissues and stepped back into my jeans. When I opened the door I was met with the towering presence of Uncle Ron. For once he was relatively smartly dressed, in dark trousers and a white, open-necked shirt. However, the shirt was a size too small for him and his large belly strained the buttons and I could see his ginger body hair and pale rolls of flesh through gaps in the material. 'You look a bit flustered, Juicy. Is it because you're dying for a taste of my old friend down here?' said Uncle Ron, pointing to his genital area and rubbing himself. Just then, he looked over and saw the two photographs lying on the table and picked them up. 'Ah....now I understand,' he said, laughing to himself as he looked at the photographs closely. 'I must admit old George takes a mean picture. We'll have to enter these in a competition. We can title them: 'What I did at school today.'' With that he laughed out loud I didn't respond to his taunting and just looked down in embarrassment. Uncle Ron continued to study the photographs intently and again started rubbing his dick through the outside of his trousers. 'What a dirty little slut you are, Juicy Lucy Ryan. And you look so innocent too. What would the parents of your little school kids think if they saw these. I bet the dads wouldn't mind though!' He laughed again and pulled me towards him with his free hand. 'I think we've got enough time,' said Uncle Ron as he firmly pushed me down by the shoulders, indicating that I should kneel in front of him. I dropped to my knees obligingly, reached up, and undid his belt and the button at the top of his trousers. I slid down the zipper and, as he wasn't wearing anything underneath, his huge, erect cock sprang out immediately as his trousers slithered down to his ankles. I gently flicked my fingers up and down his shaft as I licked his hairy balls and held them in my other hand. Moaning loudly, he grabbed my head and pushed the head of his prick against my lips, which I parted obediently. He pushed the whole length of his ugly member into my mouth and I desperately fought off the urge to gag. He pumped backwards and forwards while I clamped my mouth as tightly as possible around him. I looked up at him with my eyes wide open with lust and his eyes met mine which seemed to make him pump more urgently. I could feel his cock throbbing against my lips as he gave out a wild yelp of pleasure and spurted his thick old man's spunk in my mouth. I tried to swallow but my mouth was filling so fast that the slimy liquid dripped down the side of my mouth and back onto his throbbing shaft. He leant back against the wall as I slowly licked and swallowed the come from his cock, belly and legs. I then frantically tried to take off my jeans to bring myself off, but Uncle Ron's hands gripped my arms tightly and pulled them away. The Silver Anklet Ch. 05 Uncle Ron had allowed me to have a good night's rest following my exploits at the hen night and, after my shower, I had felt relaxed and ready to go home and get ready for my few days away with my husband, Michael, which I was really looking forward to. However, the incident that morning with Francisco had got me worked up again as he had selfishly satisfied himself and left without any regard to my own needs and I was desperate once more for the pleasure of relief. Still naked, I put my arms around Uncle Ron and nestled into his huge bulk whilst grinding my pelvis into his groin, hoping he would push me back on the bed and penetrate my willing hole with his ugly monster of a cock. To my dismay, he disentangled himself and moved away from me. 'I'm sorry Juicy, Much as I would like to stay, I'm afraid I've got to rush. I've got to attend to a few business matters in town and I'm late for a meeting already. I've arranged for you to go back home by train – the hotel can arrange a taxi for you. Oh, and you'll be travelling first class; I think that's the least I can do after yesterday.' I sighed audibly with disappointment and tried desperately to cling on to him to prevent him leaving, but he just laughed and pushed me away again. 'Why don't you ring for Francisco again, I'm sure he'll oblige.' 'No, I don't think so sir,' I replied. 'He's not very considerate and I need...well, you know...' and I thrust two of my fingers into my wet pussy by way of explanation. I frigged myself for a while and Uncle Ron looked on, grinning at my predicament and shaking his head in disbelief. I thought my display might stir him into action but he just stood there and watched. I soon gave up as I was not in the mood for masturbation – I longed for someone else to control me and make me come and I sat down on the bed moodily. Before he left, Uncle Ron explained that he would sort out payment for the room and that all I needed to do was hand in the key at reception. As he was about to leave I rushed over to him and he lifted me off the ground and gave me a long, passionate kiss. I wrapped my legs around his vast torso and sucked on his tongue hungrily. I felt his coarse chest hair brushing against my nipples as I clung on to him. His hands gripped me by the waist and he gently lifted me down and I cried out again in disappointment. 'I know you're going away with your husband for a few days but I'll ring you when you get back so we can have some more adventures. Would you like that, Juicy? 'Yes please sir,' I muttered quietly and I began to sob with emotion. After Uncle Ron had left I packed my bag and got dressed. I still felt incredibly horny so I put on just a white T-shirt and a short denim skirt. I wore no jewellery apart from my sexy little silver anklet and I slipped my feet into a pair of white ballet pumps. I liked the feeling of freedom I got from not wearing any underwear. The feeling of cool air against my pussy gave me a thrill and made me feel very sexy and would put me in the right mood for my reunion with my darling husband, Michael, the following day. Let me explain my frame of mind at that particular time. I know I should have felt extremely guilty and ashamed for acting the way I had done over the last few weeks. After all, I was a happily married woman and I loved Michael dearly, but I had behaved outrageously and without any semblance of my normal character. It was as if Uncle Ron had awoken something inside me that had remained hitherto undiscovered. I admit I had over the years fantasised about being dominated and taken forcibly and that these fantasies were often quite graphic. However, they had remained just that: fantasies, and I'm sure most women have similar ones. But Uncle Ron, our old family friend, had reappeared in my life and my fantasies had become reality. My world had turned upside down and I was in a kind of erotic haze. I knew I should put an end to this nonsense and come to my senses but I just could not. I had experienced the most glorious, leg weakening and mind blowing orgasms in the space of a short few weeks and I knew I just did not want this new life of mine to stop. I was really looking forward to being with my husband on our own for a few days and being loved and cherished. However, my current feelings were overwhelming me and kept saying to myself that life was too short and you should just go for it and let those wonderful feelings take over. This was the mood I was in as I left the hotel room. The animal inside me had taken over and I just wanted lots more erotic adventures of the type that Uncle Ron had brought into my life. I thought suddenly occurred to me as I entered the lift and saw an advertisement for the hotel's beauty parlour. This reminded me of Christine, my masseuse from the previous day and I felt myself moisten between my legs as I thought about how she had made me feel. Instead of going down to reception, I suddenly on impulse took the lift to the top floor, where the parlour was situated. The receptionist was a young girl with short dark hair, who was reading a magazine and chewing gum with a bored look on her face. 'Excuse me. I'd like a massage and was just wondering whether Christine is available,' I said after waiting for her to acknowledge me. The girl raised her eyes somewhat reluctantly from her magazine and looked me up and down with interest for an embarrassingly long time which made me suddenly very self-conscious about my lack of dress. Her face contorted into a smirk and I looked down to avert eye contact. 'You were here yesterday weren't you? I'm sorry madam, but Christine doesn't work on Fridays. Would you like one of the other girls?' 'Er...no. That's all right. I'll try some other time.' I replied quickly and walked away feeling disappointed and a bit embarrassed by the look of amusement on the girl's face. I suddenly remembered the business card that Christine had given me and I took it out of my purse and, after hesitating for a few moments, dialled the number on my mobile. After a few rings, a woman's voice answered. 'Hello. Is that Christine?' 'Yes it is. Who am I speaking to?' 'This is Lucy Ryan. I don't know if you remember me from yesterday? They just told me at the hotel that you aren't at work today. I was wondering...well...that is if it's convenient...' I mumbled nervously, not quite sure what to say or whether I should forget the whole idea and just hang up. 'Yes of course. The pretty little blonde girl right? I was hoping you would ring, but I have to admit I wasn't expecting a call quite so soon! Look, why don't you come right over and I'll get things ready in the meantime. You can have a full treatment and I won't charge you anything.' Christine gave me her address and I took a taxi after checking out of the hotel. Christine's house was a modest semi in a quiet tree-lined street on the outskirts of town. I walked to the front door nervously and rang the doorbell. I couldn't believe I was standing there and I began to have second thoughts. This was yet another new experience as I had never felt like this about a woman before but Christine's massage had been so erotic and sensuous that I knew I wanted to experience those amazing feelings again. I was hoping that she would massage my pussy properly this time as I had been thoroughly frustrated when the session had finished abruptly the day before. It did, however, make me feel exceptionally horny for the rest of the evening which no doubt contributed to my outlandish behaviour at the hen night. Before I lost my nerve, however, the door opened. Christine stared at me appreciatively and smiled warmly. She was wearing the same white tunic she had worn at the hotel. However, the top few buttons were open giving a tantalising glimpse of what appeared to be quite a large, matronly bosom. This time, her greying dark hair was not tied up but was hanging loose and fell in waves across her shoulders and down her back, giving her a much less severe look. She was also wearing white stockings or tights, and even though she wasn't wearing any shoes she towered over me by at least 6 inches. 'You are a little cutie aren't you? Come in, come in!' We moved into the hall and Christine shut the door behind us. I noticed a number of framed photographs on the wall showing the smiling faces of two teenagers, a boy and girl. She saw me looking and quickly reassured me. 'Don't worry, they're both away at university and there's no man in the house any more. I haven't got any other appointments this afternoon so we won't be disturbed.' She took hold of my hand and without a further word led me upstairs. As I obediently followed behind her I glanced up and my heart fluttered as I noticed the slightest hint of bare leg above lacy white stocking tops held in place by suspenders. How deliciously kinky, I thought, and I immediately felt moisture seeping again from my pussy. She led me into one of the bedrooms upstairs which she had obviously converted for use in her job. The curtains were closed and the room was lit softly by a number of candles on shelves on which also stood various bottles, no doubt containing oil or lotions of some other kind. The centre of the room was dominated by a long massage table covered in a crisp white sheet and with a white head cushion at one end and a pile of white towels at the other. There were also two extensions at either side of the table which appeared to be stirrups. Christine walked over to one side and started a small CD player which played soothing classical music quietly in the background. She turned to me, and studied me up and down. She smiled and her face lit up. For the first time I noticed that although her face showed signs of age her eyes were a very startling pale blue which seemed to penetrate me in a knowing way as if she was able to see into my very soul, which I found slightly unsettling. 'Take off your things and lie face down on the table please Lucy.' She stared as I slowly peeled off my t-shirt, stepped out of my skirt and kicked off my shoes revealing my total nakedness beneath and lay down as instructed. 'That didn't take long did it! Do you often go around like that?' I nodded shyly to indicate that I did. 'You are a dirty little girl aren't you? Even if you hadn't come all the way over town to see me wearing next to nothing, I think I can guess what you want as I've got a very good sense of smell!' she added, giggling to herself and playfully stroking my bare bottom. I suddenly realised that the distinctive aroma of my juices, which had been seeping out of me, was very apparent and I started to mumble an apology. 'Don't apologise sweetie. I take it as a compliment. It also means I don't have to use any oil down there!' After a few moments, I could feel cold liquid trickling down my back, on the back of thighs and calves and on the soles of my feet and I shivered in anticipation. I then shuddered as I felt Christine's warm soft hands on my skin – alternating between gentle stroking and more forceful kneading and squeezing. It felt absolutely divine and my whole body relaxed under her touch. My mind was in a daze as Christine's hands worked their magic and, as she gently pulled my legs apart and stroked the soft skin of my inner thighs I began to moan with pleasure. Her hands worked their way to my bottom and I lifted my hips off the table to meet them. Christine pushed me back down and gently stroked and then squeezed my bum cheeks. Very occasionally a finger tip would brush against my pussy or my anus and I squealed and moved my legs further apart to make myself more accessible. Christine's hands continued to tease me in this way and I began to long for even the slightest touch of her hand between my legs. Christine's hands then moved down my thighs and began to massage my feet which sent shivers up my spine. I gasped as I suddenly felt her lips engulf my toes and then gently lick between them. At the same time a hand moved slowly up my leg and brushed lightly against my cunt lips which made me gasp with pleasure. I was moaning rhythmically as Christine's warm lips and mouth enveloped my toes whilst one of her hands continued to brush lightly along the length of my pussy lips, which I could feel parting under the pressure. Even with this slight touching of my cunt, I could feel my orgasm begin to mount and my moaning became more rapid. Suddenly Christine stopped her administrations and said firmly: 'Turn over, Lucy, and tell me what you want.' 'Oh my god, please don't stop!' I screamed in surprise and frustration. 'Tell me Lucy'. 'Want.......come....' I mumbled. 'Sorry, I didn't hear that Lucy. You need to explain properly.' I was desperate for Christine to start on me again and was becoming somewhat deranged with frustration. I rolled over and spread my legs wide and lifted them in the air, showing my gaping and soaking wet hole. 'I want you to make me come!' I shouted. I tried to grab her hands, but she stepped out of reach. 'Oh, I see. But how?' 'Push your tongue in my cunt! Lick my clit! Stick your fingers up me! Fuck! Fuck!' 'Oh, I see. And what does that make you?' 'I'm a slut. A dirty little lezzie slut. I'm your dirty fucking little whore!' I screamed incoherently, hardly believing what was coming out of my mouth. 'OK, OK, shhhhh,' said Christine gently and she placed her hand firmly against my mouth to prevent me shouting any further obscenities and cuddled me closely. I gradually calmed down as Christine held me close and I lay back down on the bed. 'I'm sorry,' I said sheepishly, with tears beginning to form in my eyes as I realised what I had been saying 'That's OK sweetie. It's a real turn on to hear such nasty things coming out of a sweet innocent-looking little cutie like you. You're a dream come true!' I lay motionless and compliant as Christine put my legs into the stirrups and pulled them away from the table so that my legs were held as wide as possible and slightly raised. She then reached over and grabbed something from one of the shelves. She placed it around my head and I could feel her pushing what appeared to be a soft rubber ball into my mouth. I realised with alarm that it was a gag. 'Don't be scared sweetie. It's just that I've got neighbours to think about. I don't want any complaints about the noise. I'll take it off as soon as we're finished'. I nodded in compliance and allowed Christine to tie the gag and I lay back shivering with a mixture of excitement and frustration. I heard a rustle of material and looked up to see Christine staring at me closely, with her face flushed, slowly unbuttoning her tunic. It fell to the floor around her stockinged feet. Beneath the tunic she was naked apart from a white lacy suspender belt holding up her stockings. I stared in awe at a pair of magnificent pendulous breasts with large dark brown areolae and erect nipples and a slightly flabby tummy leading to pubic triangle of thick, matted dark hair. Christine remained motionless, staring at me from top to toe as I lay back on the crisp white cotton sheet covering the narrow table and slowly licked her lips and I mumbled into the gag, willing her to finish me off. I felt totally under the control of this middle-aged mum and completely subservient to her. At that moment I would have let her do anything to me, and I started shaking in anticipation as she continued to stare at me lustfully. My legs were gaping open crudely and I could feel that my pussy lips had swollen and opened out revealing the wetness seeping from inside. 'Mmmm....you are a wonderful little creature. Your skin is so soft and your body is so young and firm, with an athlete's tummy – so sexy. I can see and smell that your sweet little pussy is ready for me, but you will just have to be patient. I promise you the wait will be worth it. Just try to relax and let your body react naturally.' Her soothing and complimentary words were making me even hornier and I held out my arms to her, gesturing her to continue. She bent over and placed her warm, soft hands on my left foot which sent electric shocks up my body and I wriggled and began making guttural noises deep in my throat. One hand slid up to my ankle, while the other massaged my foot. She held my silver anklet between her fingertips and shook the chain gently, making the little bells tinkle. 'This is very pretty and so sexy,' she murmured. 'Was it a present from your boyfriend, or whoever that big old man is that you were with at the hotel? I'm guessing he's not your husband!' I stared at her wide-eyed and felt myself begin to turn red in embarrassment and I tried to say something but of course the gag prevented the words from coming out. 'Shhhh. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me, although you were certainly the subject of the hotel's gossips, that's how I got to hear about it. I didn't see him myself but my colleagues were saying he was old enough to be your grandfather! You naughty dirty little thing. You'll have to tell me all about it some time.' I made more strange throaty noises as Christine's hands gently moved up my thighs, across my hips, moved further upwards and started to squeeze and release the flesh on my tits, causing me to wriggle even more. 'You've got such beautiful titties, sweetie. Your nipples are wonderful and quite unusual, but I guess you've been told that many times before.' I stared down at my nipples, which had become rock hard and protruded about an inch from my conical-shaped areolae, which themselves stood proud of my firm little breasts, and remembered the baying hen night crowd the night before laughing and calling them 'puffies'. By now, Christine's hands were working their way up and down my body – at times gently caressing my skin, and at other times squeezing and pulling and kneading and I closed my eyes and bathed in the pure sensation until I was in a kind of trance where I felt we were the only people in the world. As her hands passed by my hips and brushed against my small strip of blonde pubic hair on their downward journey to my thighs I tried to grab her hands and move them between my legs, but she firmly moved my hands away and placed them on her breasts. 'Don't be in such a hurry, sweetie,' she whispered. This teasing went on for some time, but her fingers gradually came more in contact with my sopping pussy and it was absolute bliss. Suddenly, I felt two fingers enter my cunt and gently begin to tickle the roof of my vagina which sent me into raptures. I squirmed and wriggled and bucked under her expert touch as my own hands squeezed her floppy tits. I was groaning and gasping and I could feel my saliva running down my chin while my mouth was restricted by the ball gag. Christine slowly bent down and I realised with delight what was coming next. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it down and my hips shot up off the table to meet her tongue which began to flick across my swollen clit. She pushed me back down and kissed me on my mouth and I could taste and smell myself on her. She smiled at me and her nose and mouth were shiny and wet with my juices as she moved down my body again. liking me as she went. My orgasm was rising within me as she worked me with a combination of her mouth, tongue and fingers but just as I felt I would explode, she suddenly stopped and all I could feel was her warm breath gently caressing my cunt. My orgasmic feelings slowly subsided and I felt a wave of disappointment gush through my body and I let out a long sigh. At that point, however, Christine began working on me again until I felt my orgasm build once more, only for her to stop again just before I had reached the point of no return. She seemed to sense precisely the right time to start and stop, and this went on for what seemed like an eternity. By this time, I was crying uncontrollably and my hips were high in the air as I pushed upwards with the soles of my feet, in an attempt to meet her lips and tongue and I guess Christine took pity on me. She went down on me for a final time, and my orgasm exploded deep within me. Waves and waves of the most intense pleasurable feelings washed over me and I collapsed back onto the table, where I writhed and wriggled and gripped the sheet with my hands. Christine got down, lay beside me and held me close, stroking my hair. My whole body went into a series of twitches and spasms, which gradually decreased until I lay still in her arms. She gently untied the gag and let it drop on the floor as I nuzzled up close to her and I felt myself begin to suckle on her nipples like a new born baby, which for some reason felt the most natural thing to do at that point.