5 comments/ 50723 views/ 19 favorites A Lovely Older Woman By: qualitywheat I woke up in a fog, I looked blearily at the clock, it was 1.40pm, afternoon. 'God,' I thought, 'what a night!' We had held a party with friends in our house, nothing special, just a house party that had gone on and on. It had been a terrific night, plenty of food, and plenty more to drink. Everyone had had a great time, it had all turned out perfect, I seemed to remember clambering into bed beside my already snoring husband about 6am. Then my eyes popped open wide, I just lay there resting, trying to waken properly. Then scattered thoughts came into my befuddled mind. "No, no I didn't," I said to myself, "I can't have, please tell me I never." But I knew from my fanny that I had, it was happy, I know when I have been screwed well, and screwed good, and my happy fanny was telling me just that! Then that warm feeling I get afterwards crept over and around me, it's like a warm glow I get from making love, or, as I just said, being well screwed. Then the memory became pictures, then a film in my head. I shook it, which I shouldn't have done, it ached. My hand went down and I cupped myself, "Yes Sal, you did, and you have been." I whispered to me. It was swollen, the lips puffy, soft and tranquil, and it was still hot, and when I moved a leg I could feel me still full of his cum. I pulled my panties up tight to keep it in. Then I stumbled from the bed and hurried to the loo. I sat down on the bidet before I fell down. I turned the tap on and began to wash myself out, as I watched there was tons of it, no wonder I was still full. Then I remembered I had done this last night, or I should say, this morning. I can't have washed it properly, then I thought he must have filled me up to my breast plate, there seemed to be gallons of the stuff. My nipples gripped me, they were hard, and sensitive, just as they usually are after a whupping by a good cock. I touched and felt one innocently, and I had a small orgasm, this was impossible? I didn't do this, I wasn't like this, why? Then I remembered, the cock, and no, it wasn't my husband's, had completely defiled me, routed me, and filled me as I had never been filled, even if it had taken at the most only two minutes, or even less. I'll stop here for a minute, I need to fill you in on me, my family, and the rest of the evening's events. I am Sally Greene, but people call me Sal, I am 39 years old, and have one son, he is eighteen and will be going to college soon, so we, my husband and I, are planning on living the life when he has gone, not that I want him to go, I love him to bits. I'm 5ft 8" and a bit, have a good figure, all my bits are where they should be, not only that, they are how they should be too. I still love a good set to in bed with Ian, my husband. My nipples can be a damn nuisance at times, they are still a bane in my life by letting me know they need attention. My breasts are still firm, proud and upward looking. I have good legs, and my shape is not too far off when I was younger. My face and hair are my best features. I am good looking, I know it too, and I've had all the necessary attention over the years to let me know how I attract the opposite sex. I have been naughty a couple of times over the years, but I won't go into that, suffice to say they were very enjoyable encounters. But last night wasn't a surprise, not until I just woke up a few minutes ago, then it was a massive surprising shock to me. My body, and now my mind both knew I had been screwed to wherever and back, no question about that. Then the video played then in my head, it all came back. I had gone up to use the loo, we have one downstairs, but I prefer the privacy of my own en suite. As I had got to the top step, my bedroom door opened, and out stepped Leo, my friends 19 year old son, he is pals with my son, but he was here because of them, his parents. He is a well developed young man, good looking, tall, and has girls hanging from him, his mother keeps me informed. We do discuss our children, and from what she had told me Leo was quite the stud! He, like all of my son's friends gave me the eye, they tried to be secret about it, but I knew, we can tell when we get the eye can't we girls? Anyway, I eyed him as he exited my bedroom, he saw the look I gave him, and apologised. He does know our house, he's been in hundreds of times. There wasn't a problem, I just wondered why. "When I came up because downstairs was locked and in use," he told me, "I came up here, and the family bathroom was closed too, so I hope you don't mind, but I used yours." I wasn't bothered and assured him all was okay. I can appraise a man in moments, and Leo looked terrific, black Tee shirt, black corduroy pants and black loafers, he looked great. I admired him as any woman would admire a good looking male. I had no other thoughts in my head I swear to you, none at all. But now I suppose he saw me checking him out, but as I just said, it was innocence on my part. But thinking back now, I suppose I must have been horny, and then I knew. I had been horny, more than horny as well! I was feeling bloody randy. I always do when I'm happy, or excited, the party was in full swing, going great guns, so it got me sexually excited. Just like it does with a lot of women, including, and especially, me! I was right then the hostess, with the mostest. I don't know if he just took the chance, or even what really happened. I was passing him on the landing, we were close, face to face, and then I was kissing him, or he was kissing me. I don't know which, it was just there, happening, and I was jamming myself at him. I didn't even think, NO! Stop! I didn't fight him off, my arms went right around his neck and I was holding us together like super glue. I was in the throes of having a hot sexy body pressed right up against mine. And then there was his cock, it stuck right into me, right where it wasn't supposed to sticking in to me. But it was, and it was stuck right where it did nothing but damage, to me. Tongues were entwined, and then the unknown coup de gras, he nipped a nipple and I exploded. I felt my fanny flood with my love juices. I came, it wasn't a huge bomb, but I definitely came. And that is, I think, what triggered the next stage of this impromptu fling. Of course if someone had started up the stairs it would have all ended, but obviously no one did. I dropped a hand to feel for the weapon gunning my fanny, I gripped it, and it felt fabulous. I was wearing a loose fitting summer dress, buttons down the front to my waist, and then elasticated, it was very comfortable. But it also provided him with the means to get at me. Leo suddenly spun me round to face away from him. I have to admit, I get turned on by a man who knows what he's doing, and doing what he likes. It turned me on even more. I squealed softly, then my dress was pulled up, he pushed me hard and bent me to the stair rail, as soon as I was stood there hands holding tightly on, he raised my dress right up. He hooked my panties and I felt them twang away, now this fully excited me, and there was no way now to prevent him doing as he liked. You must understand, that what was happening was seemingly at breakneck speed. I felt my cum run down my thighs, then that sound of a zip being pulled down, it frightened the hell out of me, but I was rigid with lust now. Then Leo banged himself into me, my fanny parted like the Red Sea, I just opened right up, or he opened me right up. I was being screwed out of my head, and if there's one thing I do like? It's this, feeling a man's balls slapping the bottom of my fanny when he's screwing me. And if I hadn't held my ground I would have gone over the rail, I know I would. I came, then I came again, then he grunted and I felt the hot flood of his young cum filling me, it made me cum once more. He jammed in and out like a train, and he was shooting his cum right where it was wanted. I was staring at the bottom stair, and the music and noise filtered up, but my mind was on the cock pounding me to heaven. Then it and he was gone. I felt him pull out, cum dribbled down me, I half came to my senses and hurriedly went into my bedroom, I never even turned to look at him either, where I cleaned myself up. My head was spinning, I was dizzy, and I bounced off both sides of the bedroom door trying to get in! But I couldn't clean the memory of his cock, it was wonderful. And what aided the feeling was the fantastic danger of it, the illicitness, the utter madness, all made it all the more heart stopping. I dashed around so Ian wouldn't come looking for me, and left my room. Leo was half way down the stairs, we both stopped and looked at each other. Then he held up my ripped panties and smiled at me. I had to smile back, the cheeky young devil, I thought. He held them to his face and sniffed, "They smell just wonderful Sal, I'll see you on Tuesday," he told me, then he was gone. I stayed there for a moment wondering to myself, "Tuesday?" I thought, "What is he on about?" I went down again, and managed to carry on as if nothing had happened. My legs were jelly, my knees knocked and crumbled, but I carried on fortunately. Now here I am lying next to my husband, it's Sunday afternoon, and knowing that last night on my landing, I had been overwhelmingly banged by my friend's son. And when I say banged, I mean banged. Whether it had lasted two minutes or not, or even less, was of no consequence. I got out of bed, and that's where we pick the story up, I'm on the bidet feeling absolutely flabbergasted, unbelievably stunned, and undeniably satisfied. My fanny felt like it hadn't felt for more years than I can remember. And that after several years, I had been beaten, turned over, stuffed to the core once more, and I have to tell you with total honesty, I loved the feeling. I collected my thoughts, had a real good long hot shower, and made myself presentable for the world, I hoped. Ian was still out of it so I went down and started clearing the remnants of last night, along with copious amounts of strong coffee. I even had eggs and bacon, which is unusual for me, I'm normally a cereals person. Then I sat down and ran the video through my mind again, trying to pick out how it had happened, but I couldn't, it just had, simple as that, and just as quickly too. But there was one irrefutable, and undeniable fact, it had been one of the best fucks I had ever had, or I should say, been given, it had been only momentarily, but quality can't be bettered, not that kind of quality anyway, not in my book! The rest of what was left of the day passed by, I took several phone calls congratulating me regarding what a fab party it had been, for which I was grateful. But I did wonder if Leo would be cheeky enough to make a call too, he didn't, this annoyed me a little, though unreasonably. I was back in bed and sleeping soundly a few hours later, but I just could not rid my mind of Leo screwing me like that, then I asked myself that crucial question, did I want to rid my mind of it? The answer seemed to be no. Then the question about Tuesday from Leo became apparent on the Monday night, when Ian came in from work. "Got them," he chortled. "Got what?" I asked a bit confused. "The tickets for tomorrow night," he said. This was a bit like a merry go round, "What tickets, how about explaining what the hell you're on about!" I ranted. "Ah," he said, "you've forgotten, City drew on Saturday didn't they, we replay tomorrow night, big game, we're off, me and Thomas,(my son) we'll leave about lunch time, and we won't probably get home until the early hours, its a long way." Now I understood, they are both ardent fans and go to most of the matches. "Ah, right," I told him, "I'll pack you food and drinks then, thanks for letting me know," I told him somewhat sarcastically. He went off to do whatever he does after coming in, and then the hammer dropped. "I'll see you Tuesday Sal!" Leo must have known they would be travelling to the game, a game he wasn't going to go to watch. No, he had another game on his mind, ME! I laughed at myself, then I tingled, "The cheeky young sod!" I muttered, but unbelievably it excited me too. "What would Heather, (his mother) say of his obvious intentions, by screwing me again?" I leaned with both hands on my kitchen table, and thought about him. Then I thought, "Wow, I could be leaned over right here with him banging me again?" A small rumble ran through my nether regions. "Sal, for God's sake get a grip, this is not going to happen, okay!" I yelled in my head. But I knew for certain that if he did come round, he would be. And I already wanted it to happen right now. The memory of his cock buried so far in to me, so far up, so thickly ensconced, was burned into my brain, I don't think it would ever be able to be expunged. I had to sit down, I lay my head in my hands, I thought about the lovers I had had in the past, none of them had affected me like this. They had happened, I had forgotten about them and got on with my life, but not this time. This time I wanted him again, not the other way round like before. It was me who was wanting. All night I thought about him, I wanted him to call so I could at least hear his voice. I wondered what was wrong with me, I had never got hung up on a guy like this, not even my husband could have put me up in the air the way Leo had. And to top it all off, he was young enough to be my fucking son! I went to sleep with him on my mind, I woke up with him on my mind. And by the time the following lunch time came, I was dying to push my husband and son out of the door, just so he could come round to see me. They left, I raced upstairs to put on the clothes I had decided I would wear, a straight but short skirt, it ended about 2" above my knees. I like my knees, there are no lumps or bumps, whether I'm stood or sat with them bent. The skirt also had a secret slit up one side. It overlapped by around 2" but you couldn't tell it was a slit until I moved, then it became apparent. I wore a snug but not tight top, I had my hair up in a defined tangle, dangly earrings, and high backless heels. I made myself up lightly, kind of nonchalantly, and I was ready. Ready for my young dynamo, a dynamo I wasn't even sure would appear, to turbo charge my already running turbo! I also made a tiny mistake, one that would definitely lead to me second seduction to him, or rather, confirm it. I hadn't put a bra on, I never wore one in the house, I love the feel of material on bare flesh, or in my case, bare nipples. The way cotton slid over them irritated them so much sometimes, it was a gorgeous feeling I get. This wasn't intentional, I was so used to doing it, it was just a natural progression to me. All the while I was getting ready, I kept saying to myself, "He probably won't even come, he'll be too scared, maybe forgotten." I also thought that this would be for the best too, let it go, get over it, move on, get back on track with my life after my recent derailment, behave myself once more. Then the front door bell rang. I jumped up to answer, but then thought, 'No, this can't be him, it must be someone else,' why? Because Loe always came round the back, always. I muttered to myself, hoping it wasn't one of my friends calling to see me. I suddenly didn't want to answer, but I knew I had to. I opened it, and there he was, he had a shy smile on his face, and from behind his back he brought out a red rose, he held it out to me, and I took it. I had to smile a thank you, and then he was stepping in. He was so close I stopped breathing, I gulped at his nearness. Then unbelievably, I went on the defensive, I closed the door and walked into the kitchen. This was not going to happen again, whatever it was that had transpired between us was to be put to one side and forgotten. "Leo," I said, "we need to talk about what happened. It shouldn't have, I'm sorry, but I think you need to leave please." He moved to me, and I shook with fear, I felt as if I was being administered a drug of some sort. The warm glow spread around me once more. "No Sal, I need to stay, you need me again, you want me again, and you know you do. You want to feel this in you again don't you?" He grabbed his crotch, he wiggled and squeezed it at me. His utter confidence muddled me, for someone so young, he had the air of a real man about him, a man who knew what he was about, and what he wanted. I picked up my coffee mug, he approached me, and I put my hand on his chest to hold him off. I took a drink, I didn't know what I was doing, I was in la la land. "No Leo, that's where you're wrong," I said, "I don't need you, and I don't want you. What we did was a mistake, I'm sorry." I put my mug down, dropped my hand away. That was when he stepped right up to me, he put his arm around me, and said. "If I even thought a tiny bit that you meant that, I would leave, but you don't, and I'm not." He lowered a hand, slipped it into my skirt at the slit and cupped my fanny, his finger sought and pressed me. It took me totally by surprise. Fireworks went off in my head and bombed me. I saw stars, I gasped, I heard myself do it. "Stop Leo, don't," I told him as I pressed down on his wrist to move his hand. Leo didn't stop, he pressed further. And then instead, he took a hold of my skirt at the top of the slit and literally ripped it apart, he yanked it, it ripped upwards to the waist band, then went sideways, and that made a flap of the front of it. The effect was astronomical, it turned me from attempting to refuse him, into a wanton believer, it turned me on enormously. My fanny fluttered in the wind of arousal he was creating in me. I've already said I love a strong man, or in Leo's case, a strong boy. Leo was proving that he was, just as he had on Saturday night/Sunday morning, and he had all of that in spades. The dizziness I got before because of him came back, my head was spinning again. The next thing I knew was, I was being hoisted off my feet and sat on the table. "Leo," I shouted helplessly, I had no option but to put my hands behind me to keep me from falling backwards. He held the new flap in my skirt open, he hooked his fingers in, again, and my panties twanged away from me, again! He dropped to his knees and I watched as his mouth closed over my bare and shaven fanny, his tongue probed in, and his lips sucked. I just fell backwards, he had beaten now, I was seduced once more. And I was about to be routed anew. Somehow I managed to raise myself back up on to my elbows, only for him to reach up as I did, and he just ripped my blouse open. The buttons popped everywhere, my breasts were there for the taking, and Leo took them, the control was his. He gripped both of my nipples and I surrendered completely. From being the very confidant wife and mother that I normally was. I never and didn't suffer fools. I wouldn't put up with horseshit, and was in control of my life, well most of the time anyway. For all that, I was now being reduced to a quivering, gibbering silly school girl, wanting to please her master. I knew now I had wanted this, yet I had feared it so much I had tried to deny it. Whatever it was Leo had, I had wanted it, he had the mojo on me that was certain. Here I was, a nearly 40 year old woman, a loving wife and mother, a beautiful sexy one I might add! I have proof of that, and I was being run ragged but a boy half my age. When the time came for me to think about all of this, I would admit to myself that. I had after all, prepared myself for my second seduction by him hadn't I? I had very easily and conveniently forgotten about that. I had gone to sleep with him in my head, I had dreamed about him, I had woken up with him. I had practically pushed my husband and son out of the door so he could come round and get me, again. A Lovely Older Woman I had dressed myself just for him hadn't I? I had not worn a bra just for him, and telling myself I hadn't done it for him. I had put on the skirt with the slit in it for him. I had put my hair up for him, dangly sexy earrings for him, and last, but not least, my backless high heels that accentuated my legs, just for him! And now I was getting from him, what I had been trying to deny that I didn't want from him. That I did need him, he had told me I did, I did want him in me again, he had told me I did. I had said, 'no I didn't,' but he was right, I did! I was now hopelessly flopped back on my table and he was nearly sucking me inside out. I came, and I came again, just for him, and only him. I had never in all of my life wanted to cum as much as I did now, and it was all just for him. "Leo," I bleated, as somehow he poked a finger into my ass, as he emptied me of my senses through my red hot watering fanny. I had my feet flat on the table. My shoes were gone somewhere, my knees were well parted, which made everything easy and open for him. But whether I put them flat on the table, or he did, I never knew, they were just there. He sucked and licked me into a whimpering frenzy. I was running cum out of my fanny, I could feel it spitting and spouting. My husband would have dropped down dead if he had seen me like this. I was totally gone, I felt as if my bones had disintegrated, and all I was now, was a mountain of flesh on my own table, in my own kitchen, and I was being eaten alive by this wondrous boy. My arms were above my head, my brain was frazzled and fried, how many times he made me cum I would never know, but it was a lot, I can tell you. I don't know either, if this was all unknown pent up sexual frustration on my part or not. That my mind and body had instigated this or what, all I knew was that this was the most thrilling, and exciting thing ever to befall me in my life. Then somehow I was looking up at him from my submissive place on the table. There was a daze and a haze around me, I was completely pliable and subjective to whatever he had in mind for me. I would find out a little later that he was naked from the waist down now. He looked down between my legs, I actually wondered what he was looking at, and what he was going to do, Stupid stupid girl that I was! He simply rammed his beautiful cock right into me once more. The first few thrusts determined my breathing pattern, every in one, drove it out of me, and every out one, allowed me to suck in lungfuls of much needed oxygen. I was transported back to the heaven burned into my memory from early Sunday morning. My heaven was instilled in his cock, I knew immediately that I had never had a cock in me as good as this one was, and I've had a few believe me. Most of them had been before I was married, and also one or two after. And I can categorically confirm, that this one was beyond doubt, by far the best. He had me by the waist, just above my hips, and Leo lifted my legs and feet which he enveloped with his arms as he held me in position for him. Then he gave me a battering to end all batterings, beautiful, majestic in and out strokes. His cock touched and ate everything in it's path, there wasn't a fraction of my fanny that didn't burn from the sloppy hot friction. I suppose it was the stamina and determination of his youth, but whatever it was, it worked, and magically, I can tell you. How many orgasms he made me have, and put me through, only the good Lord will ever know, I don't, but they were the stuff of unknown quantity, and absolute quality. He caused further havoc in me, by crushing and decimating my nipples, squeezing my full breasts tight, nipping them, it was so utterly painful they made me cum more and more. Later I would have to wear a cover up, or a large bra to hide the big blue bruises on them that he gave me. Talk about being marked, it was like I had been daubed by a deep blue marker pen! His cock kept up the fabulous onslaught, he fucked me into next week and back again. I had had no say in the matter at all, I had tried to refuse, he had walked right past my refusal, ripped my clothes off and away. And now he was fucking and making love to me, as if I had chased him down and begged him to do me like this. I was looking at him with fogged eyes, glazed, hardly seeing, such was the catatonic sexual state I was in. No man, not even ten men could have done to me what Leo was doing to me this instant. I tried to raise my arms to him, they fell back again. I had no strength, nothing to give. But I so wanted to kiss him, and he to kiss me. This would have cemented where I was, at his sole beckoning. Then he grunted, I sensed him stiffening, I couldn't see it, but I knew, he was going to cum. "Leo," I tried to say, "don't cum in me, I'm not on the pill, don't make me pregnant, please?" Do you know what came out of my mouth, nothing! It was the same nothing which had come out of it on the Sunday morning, when he had screwed me stupid with his cock. Then that not too familiar blast of red hot steaming cum from him, he filled me up to neck high, in a court of law I could swear I was tasting it in my mouth, it could have choked me there was so much. My, unknown to me, closed eyes opened, and he was leaning right over me, driving in and out to make sure he got every bit of cum he had right into my womb. It was there I could feel it. I suffered when he pulled out, I hate that sudden empty feeling of cock having gone. I was bereft, desolate, I wanted him to stay in me. But I had no words, my voice was no more, "Leo," I whispered. He smiled at me, he was a very happy satisfied boy, as I was now a very happy and satisfied loving wife and mother. He had slaughtered his mother's good friend on her table. Now he could if he wanted, dissect her. I lay there unable to get up, my strength was nil, and my power of will had been taken from me. Leo looked at me, there was a loving kindness on his handsome face. He peeled his top off, I felt him kick his legs, I guess that were his jeans disappearing from his feet. He helped me up into a sitting position, and actually asked me very tenderly if I was okay. I appreciated that more than he would ever know. "Yes Leo, thank you," I replied squeakily, I was still trying to breathe normally, as he was too, we were both panting. He stepped away from me. I thought he was going to leave now he had had me, I started to panic, but before I could say anything, he locked the door, and picked up his shirt and jeans. Then taking one arm, he helped me off the table, I nearly fell down such was my weakness now. But he held me, and kissed me. It was the sweetest of kisses, I revelled in it. Then the room spun, and I landed on his shoulder. Leo walked away with me laying over him. He stalked up the stairs with me hanging on, and also knowing for sure where I was going, where I was being taken, and what was going to happen to me when I got there. It was with the certainty of a million to one favourite. My bed! He leaned over and I dropped down, my arms flopped like broken winds on a bird. My clothes, what was left of them, came off, for me they didn't come off fast enough, oh no. Now I was dead in the water, all I could do was look up at him. How old was he, a hundred? He had all the answers for all the questions, I had nothing. And then that all consuming wonderful feeling of hot hard cock digging a hole in me, I felt my legs spread, my knees come up, my feet went over his ass, my nails went into his back, and my teeth went into his shoulder, heaven was relocated! I don't know if there are any manuals out there for 39 year old women, on how to handle the power and stamina of a 19 year old boy when he's on a rampage inside you. His weight, his sheer determination, his cock, they all overcame anything I had to offer. Everything was new, there was nothing he had done up to now, or was doing, that hadn't been done to me before, nothing was happening I hadn't taken part in. Except with the ripping my clothes off me like that, torn attire had happened before. But it all felt brand new, I couldn't understand me, let alone him. Not that I was bothered, not right now, because right now I had a super duper hot, thick, and terrifically dynamic young cock in me that was seeking me out wholesale. And I was selling! I held him tight and just let him get on with it, I knew he would get his again for sure, but I was, and I would be, the main benefactor here, that was unequivocal. Leo pressed his shoulders to me, and shoved his hands under my ass, he forced me up into him, and I could feel his fingers digging into my cheeks. It had the required affect I think, his cock seemed to go even deeper into me, and I came. But his grip was tight, too tight really, it was a little painful but I never said anything, I just came once more instead. I hope you don't mind, but here I'll digress for a moment while I tell you something. You may be wondering how I'm able to even say all I'm saying, whilst being battered from pillar to post by my friend's 19 year old son. It's because I am writing all this after the event, recalling how it all happened. None of what I'm writing could possibly be even coherent, if I had put pen to paper right after it all would it? Now back to my little story. Leo was on a roll, the bit was between his teeth and he was riding me to glory. He humped and bumped me all over my marital bed, he was manic, and it all served to let me know I was in with a champ, no one had ever in my life got close to this. And feeling his cock thump against my cervix like it was, was a first for me too. He was red in the face, I kissed him, there wasn't much more I could do, not when I was underneath him as I was. Leo grunted, it was the sign I was waiting for. He was about to cum again, knowing that sent me back over the edge. How many times he had thrown me over I wouldn't know, but being the stalwart I was, I kept coming back for more. And not once did he disappoint me. Leo's hips crashed into me one final time and again i felt the surge from him, it was pointless to ask him not to cum in me, he had done once, so once more wouldn't make any difference, not now. I swear I felt his cock tickled my tonsils, and the ensuing explosion hit me, it was all I could do just to hang on to him while my final defeated cry was crushed out of me. He lay on me, I couldn't move, I had to wait until he slid off, his cock being dragged out and away, and again I experienced that awful empty feeling as it did. I turned my head to look at him, a little sensibility returned to my scrambled mind. "What the fucking hell has happened Sal?" I asked me. "What the fucking hell have you done to your life, you got to get some control here babe, or you are going to ruin everything!" I knew I was right, but that reasoning was a hard thing to digest right now. As it turned out, it was taken from me by Leo himself. I rolled over and my ass hurt, I got off the bed and left him there. I struggled into the bathroom, and turned my ass to the mirror. At the moment it was pock marked with red blotches, this was where Leo had gripped me, I knew they would turn to bruises, and I would have to hide them too, along with the ones that would show on my breasts. I got into the shower, and ran it hot and long, I was joined a little later by my magnificent young lover. "Hi," he said, "are you alright Sal?" he enquired, and I was in his arms again. We loved and kissed, toyed and played, I paid special attention to his cock and superb body. I also sank willingly to my knees, up until now I had had no say in the proceedings, well now I would, but even I doubted that I would be able to make him cum for me. I mean, he had so recently detonated two massive amounts of it in me hadn't he? But I was determined to give it my best shot, no pun intended. It took me nearly 15 minutes but I did get a small load, I gave him everything I had. I love sucking cock, and I love even more the reward you get for your efforts, and I well earned mine that day. The thing that will stay with me forever, was the way his cock actually slid past my tonsils when he shot. It was the first time I had ever managed that, I had tried many times but had always gagged, but not this time, I took it, and the feel of his cum hitting my deep throat made me cum too, again! We finally finished in the shower and went back to bed, both of us could only play and love now, we were dried out completely. Then it was time for him to go, we started saying goodbye's etc, and eventually he had to leave, and that was when it all changed. As a parting gift, he grabbed me, I laughed and struggled lamely taking up the role of the helpless girl. Then I soon found out he wasn't playing, he forced me over his knees, held my hands behind my back, and he spanked me, and I mean, he really did spank me. I cried, and I tried me damndest to break free and I couldn't, and Leo hurt me too, when he finished he threw me off, laughed loudly, and told me. "Now Sal, you know whose woman you are, who you belong to, okay?" He started to get dressed, and it was then I realised he wasn't a sexy dominant personality, the one I thought he was. No, he was a bully, now I could see it too. There is a big difference between the two, I decided there and then he would never get me again. I never replied or spoke before he left, I was on alert now in case he tried something else. He went with a huge knowing smirk on his face. I attended to my upcoming bruises, and remade the bed, straightened the house and went to sleep, Ian my husband and Mark my son, came home in the early hours, they had lost, so they were sulking. The next day, I had to make a real effort not to limp until I was alone, again I attended to my really sore rump, my breasts were hurting, and I began to think I was a bit lucky for finding out about him sooner rather than later. I also knew that he had been the best lover I had ever had, bar none, present incumbent included. My husband keeps a baseball bat behind the front door for, he says, you never know when you might need a deterrent. I was hoping Leo would call round to 'claim' his woman again, fortunately for me he did. The bell rang and I opened it, and there he was, he looked great, and as sexy as hell, and obviously up for round three with me. I admitted him, the bat was already in my hand behind the door. He walked past me, but I called to him, he turned round, and I jabbed him super hard in his stomach. He went down as if he had been shot! I stood over him and cracked him on his head, not hard enough to wound him, but hard enough to get his full attention. "Leo get up, get out of my house, and get out of my life. I tapped his head again and he howled, he began to get up. But I didn't want that just yet, I needed to finish what I was saying, so I whacked his knee. "Stay there until I finish speaking," I told him, crunching his elbow this time. "Don't you ever come back here again if I'm on my own, you will not get in, and I will break your legs with this if you do!" I waved the bat at him and hit his shoulder. He had got the message, I knew that because he began to cry, it was like watching a baby, I stood to one side, tapped his head, and said, "Right, up, and go, and now!" He staggered to his feet and limped out of the door, I limped after him and slammed it, he was gone. I never had any more bother with him, his mother never said anything, and he hardly came around afterwards so I guessed I was in the clear. But I have to confess I missed the best sex I had ever had, and my husband isn't who I had thought he was, not after Leo anyway. Now I sometimes wonder about my son, who eyes me like only a boy who fancies an older woman does.