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An Older Woman

By: NemesisGB



I am not sure about this one. I'll let you all decide as always. Should I continue?

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My office overlooked the central yard of the trading estate and straight across to the warehouse opposite. The office suites were all upstairs so I could see right through the windows at the two girls that worked there. I worked mostly alone having casual labour in when needed to handle deliveries and collections and the company opposite seemed to work on similar lines.

Faced with bouts of boredom I took to studying the women through a pair of binoculars. Both were older than my 25 years but one caught my attention. She was perhaps in her early forties, about 5'2 and buxom. Not fat at all just shaped traditionally, very full breasts, a narrow waist leading to wide hips, a soft covering giving the impression of a warm pillow. Her hair was mid brown and shoulder length worn straight framing a pretty face, not a great beauty but a nice face. Her clothes were often simple, floral dresses or leggings with loose T-shirts. The thing which got my attention though was she clearly went braless.

Now normally my choice of woman would not have been as described but over a period of several weeks I became fixated with her. Her daily routine became almost a study course for me and I was fascinated with her body, the soft movements within the light cotton fabric of her clothes, the ample swell of her breasts and the tantalising glimpses of bare breast as she leant over. I became quite familiar with her through those lenses.

After a while I decided to meet her and feigned a reason for going over to her warehouse. Over the course of a couple of months we ended up friends, seeing each other almost daily. She began to confide secrets to me and we became quite close. She would sit in my office or I hers generally chatting as my mind eased its way under her clothes, slipped between her thighs, inside her wetness. I mentally caressed her breasts and soft belly, tasted her skin and felt it crush against me as we made love. I stared at her legs in their black pantyhose, her skirts as she shifted in the chair which would stretch tight across her hips. I found myself watching her lips as she spoke, the way they delicately moved, forming her words. I saw her pink tongue lick her lips, slide against her teeth and I would sit crossed legged hiding my erection.

After a while I sensed that she looked at me differently. An electric atmosphere began to form whenever we met. One eevening she was over with me in the warehouse making coffee when there was a power cut. We were alone as usual as sudden darkness fell and in that immediate inky blackness before your eyes adjust she stumbled, falling against me. I gasped as her soft body made contact. I swear I felt every curve and knew instantly that she had felt my erection, though she aid nothing, regaining her composure. We joked about the darkness and a playful attitude came over us. I showed her the little windows in the warehouse door, covered in cardboard. By lifting the corner you could see out directly into her warehouse opposite.

As I showed her she tittered. In the summer she was in the habit of sunbathing in her lunch break, sitting on a deck chair just inside the roll doors thinking she was out of all view. She had been except for my spy hole. She would usually lift her dress to the top of her thighs and drop the top revealing her glorious breasts, to me.

As she leant over to look through the window I realised that if anything was going to happen it was now. I stepped in and pressed my throbbing bulge into her buttocks. She stiffened slightly but immediately relaxed and pushed herself back to me. Straightening she pulled my hands to her breasts and turned her head so I could kiss her, a deep slow French kiss, tongues dancing together. I undid her dress letting it fall, she turned and stripped naked. I saw her only in the dim glow of a milky moon through the windows, shadowy curves and swells of soft warm flesh. I took my own clothes off. She pressed up against me wrapping her arms around my back my cock squashed in her belly. Standing there I felt her hand drop between her thighs and smelt her scent as she moaned deeply.

She clung naked to me as she masturbated, her body began to writhe, massaging me as she shuddered to an orgasm. I was painfully erect as she lifted her heavy breasts and buried my cock between them, stroking my shaft with the soft pillowy globes. Her tongue darted out, striking the head of my swollen cock as it rose from the sea of flesh. I felt my climax racing, as did she. She squeezed herself around me as I came, spurting deep between her large breasts.

She was aroused to a frantic state and pulled me to a corner thick with soft packing material and in moments my face was between her thighs, I had no time to recover from my orgasm, my legs still feeling weak as I lay down and sucked her pussy lips together squeezing her hard clitoris. I licked and sucked her urgently, hard, demanding her orgasm rushed to the surface. Her juices flowed as she broke, her body convulsed and her thighs clamped my head as she wailed her orgasm, echoing in the empty warehouse.

Before either of us could say anything we heard cars. Rushing and laughing we dressed.

The following evening I went across to her office.

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An Older Woman



God created women so that they would grow older, and like fine wines become sweeter to the taste and more intoxicating. Women of all ages are beautiful, and as such, to make love to them is a privilege. But the older woman carries with herself an allure that may only be explained as the veiled overtures of experience.

I am 26, and so I suppose anyone in her 30s or 40s is an older woman. Older women are better company to go out with. They have by that age developed an empathy and ability to converse which their younger counterparts find difficult to emulate. But what I enjoy even more about them is their bodies. Their skin glowing, because they are at their sexual peak, their fuller breasts, and heavier hips, their hair, tied but ready to flow cascading wild – all these exude a sexuality that is better experienced than described. 

My older woman would perhaps be married. Not unhappy with her marriage, she would still want to feel like a woman again. She would miss the feel of skin upon skin, and the absence of manhood within her intimate recesses. We would arrange to meet me at quiet place - maybe the riverside. She would dress up for me. A low cut blouse would enticingly reveal her most precious treasures, and a dark knee-high skirt would let her show off her still shapely legs. She would spray a sweet perfume, as though to inform me of the honey that lay within her. For my benefit, she would wear long black stockings which I can peel off just before tasting her.

I would meet her and we would talk. About lots of things. She about her life and the things she has done lately. Her friends, and heir lives, and I about the things that have made me what I am. And as the sun would fall, she would look at me and I would understand. We would walk towards her house – or perhaps take a cab, because that way I could hold her chin, and lean in and kiss her- as I have been dying to all evening. It will be a gentle kiss and for a few minutes our lips will taste each other. Soon though, she would open her mouth and our tongues would entwine in an intimate, yet passionately sexual kiss.

We would struggle up the staircase to her apartment. On entering, she would start to hang her coat, but I would grab her from behind and press her hard against the wall. I'd slip her coat off, and kiss the back of her neck till I reach her shoulder. By then I'd be biting more than kissing. My hands would run up the back of her legs as I would raise her skirt and bunch it around her waist. As my fingers would lightly brush against her panties, her wetness would soak through and moisten them. She'd be moanng and breathing heavily- her desire heightened not least because she isn't used to this urgency anymore, and it is what she wants. I wouldn't be polite with her clothes, and I would tear them in whatever manner I wanted. But she wouldn't be close to naked yet. Her blouse would be untucked and her slightly flabby stomach would be in my view, as I would run my moistened fingers sexily over it.

I'd kiss my way down her back till I reached her slightly heavy backside. I'd be able to smell her arousal, but I wouldn't taste her just yet. I'd tease her by kissing and nibbling the back of her thighs. And then she'd ask me to lick her because it's been months since that was done to her. I'd turn her around and pull her knees apart and place my mouth on her panties – slightly ragged because I have pulled at them while lightly masturbating her. Slowly she'd struggle to pull them down. I'd ease her torture, and placing one of her calves over my shoulder I'd taste her. I'd flick my tongue inside her, around her. I'd probe her. I'd taste her. I'd lick her, and suck her. And finally she'd fall to the ground half panting, half screaming.

Then I'd tear her breasts from whatever confines them. They'd be a little heavy, and they'd sag a little, but they'd be beautiful- succulent and waiting to be savored. And her nipples will be harder than they have ever been, because this is forbidden, though long overdue, pleasure. I'd bite into her breasts in the heat of the moment, and she'd scream and moan. And then I'd suck her nipples manicly. I'd suck so hard and the slurping and her moaning will mingle with the smell of her sex and she'll reach for my hardness.

Finding it confined, she'll beg me to let her feel it. I'd be hard as steel and without waiting she'd tug at my trousers. Her fingers will struggle with my buckle but finally she'll have pulled my trousers to my knees. In a fit of sexual strength, she'll pull my hardness from my briefs. My manhood, which will have surged to hardness will rub against her thigh, and leave a trail of precum along it. She'd start pushing her now dripping sex towards my hardness- magnetically. This older woman, long deprived of such heat of passion, now under me- with a beautiful body, asking alternately to be made love to, and to be fucked hard.

But I'm not always very nice and I like to tease her. So the moment her wet lips brush against my thick head, I'll move back just an inch. She'd move her hips in an upward action, but I'll move further away. Understanding that I am in control, she will lie back, and splay her legs part inviting, part pleading. Then I'd make her ask me to enter her. She'd beg me. Not that I can resist anymore. I can smell her arousal and the heat from between her legs is radiating. Slowly, belying the tension, I'd place my bulbous head against her and advance an inch. Immediately her lips will wrap around it. Then I'd stop and withdraw just a centimeter. She'd scream and thrust up again. I'd play with her, and she'll screech to be fucked. Finally, I'd ram into her and stroke hard- hard, harder, hardest- and her warm older sex will clamp around my thickness with a vice like grip. She'd be shaking, and she'd be thrusting upwards- hoping this never ends, and at the same time hoping that the fruition of the moment arrives. 

And it will. she'll scream and clasp her slightly untaut legs, still clad in tattered stockings, around my back. And I'd come hard inside her. She'd have prepared for this moment for many days- and she'd let my heat and seed fill into her. And we'd lay there panting. Sweaty, smelling of sex, hot skin against hot skin, clothes disheveled, my still hard manhood, still inside her cum filled womanhood .



An Older Woman and Then



Dear reader, this story got away from me a little, but I enjoyed writing it, it's about a mature woman submitting to a young guy, about him getting his step mother, his step mother getting the other woman and her husband too, it gets a bit frantic, but there you go lol. 

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When I was sixteen, my mother and father split, they had been drifting apart for a few years now. I know the old man had been messing around, but I didn't know if my mother had too. He worked away a lot, went overseas, and so on, my mom used to say, "He's been at it again, I can smell it on him," when he returned from wherever he'd been. 

So as I wasn't quite old enough to make my own way in the world, so when the split arrived, I ended up going with my mother. She bought a nice small cottage just in the country, then about a year later she met a new fella. His name was Derek, but right from the off I didn't like him, I did try but I just couldn't get the hang of him. 

He tried to act as though he was my dad, which rubbed me up the wrong way alright. He even asked me if I wanted to call him 'Dad' but I told him in no uncertain terms he wasn't, and never would be. I really wanted to go and stay with my dad, but he was still working away so it wasn't possible. 

But life moved on, I do love my mother, but I don't really like her, she isn't my kind of person. She a bit erm, scatterbrained, loopy sometimes, does crazy things, forgets things, but as a woman, she's all there. Don't get me wrong, mom is a better than good looking woman, even I knew that, and I'm her son. 

So now I was eighteen, mother has just got married, unfortunately, and my dad, who isn't, but thinks he is, is now trying to be the man of the house. But he will never be my man, no matter what he does, and that includes my mother trying to make him so. 

Ian Lee Henderson by the way, and in the last two years I have gone from a gangly sixteen year old to a well built and well proportioned young man. I train, I'm sporty, so I'm bigger than your average eighteen year old. I have luck with the girls, don't have any problems on that score, I have good mates, and I think I'm okay looking too? 

I will say one thing for 'good old Derek' he seems to keep mother happy between the sheets, I can hear her moaning and groaning, which isn't always a good thing, which is something I don't recall her doing with my old man. But it did have a weird effect on me, it turned me on to older women. 

I actively sought them out, I had some success but not a lot, once even with a mates mother, who was dead easy to get to, and I enjoyed it immensely. She taught me most of what I now know, but it had to stop, her husband found out she was screwing around, and threats were made to all and sundry. 

On my 18th birthday I asked my dad if I could move in with him, he was more than happy, and even told 'good old Derek' with a shit eating grin on his face, and a huge smirk at my mother, that he was going to live with his 'real' dad. So here I am as happy as Larry, living my life, dad keeps me in the money, but I am studying hard in construction engineering. 

Then my own father announced he was getting married in Australia to an Australian girl and she had some Vietnamese in her origins, although, he told me on the phone, she is as Australian as they come. "She's a proper Shelagh!" he had joked. He sent me a couple of photos, one of them both and one of her. And I have to tell you, she looked utterly gorgeous. 

Looking at the pictures, she looked just like anyone of us, except for the flowing jet black hair. I suppose that was the Vietnamese bit in her. Knowing how tall my dad was I guessed she was about 5ft 8" give or take. Her name was Rhonda, she was divorced from the pig who had caught her, dad's words. She had no children, and she was 28 to his 40, quite a difference I thought. He would be back in about one week from then, he had said. 

My first thoughts were the selfish ones, "Well that'll put a brake on me having some fun, I won't be able to bring the chicks back here when they come home. And especially, my slave lady from down the road." I told myself. I had bumped into her literally, with my trolley in the supermarket. I offered to buy her as coffee by way of recompense for felling her,(nearly) After small talk and finding out I was at home alone, (film there?) she offered to do a bit of housekeeping for me. On her first visit, it took me all of one hour to get her to forget the housekeeping and jump into bed with me. 

She had arrived with a basket of cleaning items, which I took from her, made a point of touching her, I wouldn't say intimately, but I was sure she knew where I was. Her name was Linda, and she was about 35 to maybe 40 I think. Not bad looking, and anyway, any port in a storm hey? 

I showed her around the house, she was talking about what to do and where to start and so on. I made sure my arm was around her waist, or hand on her shoulder, holding her hand, deep looks and what have you. We were having coffee stood in the kitchen chatting, she was asking me about me. She wanted to know about girlfriends, other women, and that's when I began to think she might be up for some fun. 

While she never said it, I was getting the impression she wasn't too happy at home, and I mean unhappy about lack of attention. She seemed nervous, on edge. I slid closer, then I was right at her side, I gave her what I hoped were meaningful looks. Then I went for it, I put my arm around her waist and hugged her, she responded by leaning into me, I was home and dry! 

I took her coffee mug from her, got in front of her and kissed her cheek, then her lips, she never moved, never kissed back. She wanted this I was sure now, but she was frightened of it too, maybe she wanted leading. Follow and be led to water, but I wasn't worried, I got her neck and I got the first movement from her. Her hips moved against my cock which was now centre planted into her itchy bit. I pressed it in, her hands went to my hips and she gripped my shirt, now I knew! 

I slipped my arms around her and kissed her properly, she kissed me right back, I ground my dick at her and she mewled and moaned right into my mouth. She was already hotter than the surface of the sun. I felt for a tit and got it, then a nipple and I got that, her arms went around my waist and her grip on me tightened. 

"I'm going to lock the door," I told her, this was her chance to run, Linda nodded her head, her cards were on the table, a royal flush, she had won, me! She wanted me, wanted it, sex, seduction, fucking, screwing, tailing, whatever it was. Andme? I intended to give her as much as she needed, and then some. I went back to her, grabbed her hand and pulled her behind me, she seemed reluctant, but I decided she was just trying to play hard to get, I didn't mind that. 

As soon as I got her into my bedroom I had her on the bed, I stripped her, she practically tore my clothes off, we were both kissing, grabbing, feeling, stroking, it all went on, and then we were at it like two fucking dogs! We fucked each other for about two hours, then she mumbled annoyingly, "I have to go Lee, I'm sorry, but he'll be home for his dinner." 

"See you tomorrow Linda?" I said hopefully. 

"You can bet on it big boy," she said as she kissed me and her hand stroked my dick again, "I'll be here straight after I've dropped him off!" I grinned at her and off she went. I congratulated myself on my conquest of this older lovely, and looked forward to tomorrow. 

The next day she turned up looking like the sex mad woman she obviously was, shortish skirt, a couple of inches above her knees, stockings, great legs, tight top, hair up, a little make up and high heels. "I hope you like me Lee, I have dressed just for you baby, do you want me?" her voice was husky and enticing. 

I nearly threw her over my shoulder, but instead I bent her over the table and fucked her there, but only after hiking her skirt up, and tearing her thong off. Her pussy was tight and wet, hot and bothered, and I ravaged her, I sensed she liked to be treated like a bit of rough. I slapped her ass several times, and Linda squealed out my name. 

"Ooooh Oh Lee, Oh my God, Oh oh oh oh, argggh, hmmmm, oh no Ooooh Lee please don't, I'm begging you," then she came. I pulled out and she begged me to put it back in, but I went round the other side of the table. I was on a roll, but I hoped it didn't go wrong. I grabbed her hair and pulled her the few inches I needed, then I rammed my sopping dick into her mouth, and told her. 

"Suck it you dirty little bitch, suck your man's cock, your mouth is mine to fuck now isn't it Linda, answer me bitch!" I hadn't really meant to say something like that, it just came out, but I was glad in the end that I had. She nodded her head, which I suppose was all she could do as she was held down by her hair, and speared tight with cock. 

She sucked and tore at me, she devoured me completely, I have never had a blow job that good, not that I'd had too many to date. As I was soon jerking about and shot all I had right down her throat. Linda gagged and tried to pull off, but I held her until my balls were empty and she had swallowed all I gave her. 

I let go of her and she stayed flat on the table, I went behind her again, I needed to take my time to recover, so I slapped her ass a couple of times. I told her she was a slut, she was my slut, she agreed. I don't know where I was getting this from, this was a first, but she liked it obviously, and so did I. I lifted each foot and took her heels off. After that I was looking at her puffy lipped pussy, and then her little brown hole caught my eye. I fingered it, then poked my middle finger in. 

She mumbled something, but stayed flat, so I took more liberties, I poked my finger in as far as I could get it. She moaned painfully, she wriggled her ass and legs. "Stay still Linda, keep there, and don't move!" I ordered her, I really was trying it on now, I was very bossy but she was doing what I was telling her. 

It was as I pulled my finger out, and jammed it back in that the thought of screwing her in her ass came to me. My cock jumped back to attention at that, I had never screwed a female in the ass, I'd never really thought about it either, but? Now this would be a first for me too. I wondered if she had had it there. 

"Have you ever had sex up your rear end Linda?" I asked her. 

She was silent for a moment, and I was just going to bang her ass cheeks with the flat of my other hand, when she said. 

"Twice, but a long time ago, why?" she whispered. I reached for the butter dish, slapped some on her ass hole and poked some in. 

"Lee please, what are you doing?" 

"Stay still!" I said as she wriggled again, knowing I was fully hard, I rubbed my buttery hand over my cock, pointed it at her bum hole which lined up perfectly with me, and for me. Then I pressed forward and in it popped, Linda cried out and started to get up, so I took her by the upper arms and held her down again. 

"I told you to keep still Linda!" I told her with venom in my voice, but none in my heart. I had no idea it would feel so good or so tight, I had to force it in, and in between her squealing and tearful cries. I bottomed out, I forgot all about Linda now, I just wanted to screw her ass real good, and I did. I drove in and out, she stopped moaning and laid still for me. I was flying high, and then I felt that adorable surge in my ass muscles, it tells me I'm going to cum. I jolted and bolted, then filled her with what cum I had left. Linda moaned, she shuddered and juddered, her hands gripped the far edge of the table, so I knew she was cumming too, cumming for me, I was making her cum, me! 

When my dick finished its job I withdrew, and my cock dropped down, it was slimy and greasy, a mixture of my cum, butter, and her shit. I tottered to the sink and washed myself off, Linda stayed over the table. I undressed her where she lay, just tugging her clothes off, the ones she had worn with me in mind. 

Then I hit on an idea, "Next time you come to see me Linda, don't wear anything but shoes on your feet, and a long coat, I want you naked, got it?" I told her, I slapped her ass hard for her. Then it was my turn for a surprise, 

"Yes Lee I will, sir," she murmured. 

Taking the bull by the horns, I said, "Come upstairs to me when you are ready Linda, and make sure you lock the door, okay?" and I walked away. I wasn't used to this, I had never been this way with a girlfriend or a woman. Thinking about it later, I suppose it was her actually teaching me how to behave with her. Maybe I was giving her what she wanted, and wasn't getting from her husband, who knows? 

She came up, and got into bed with me, with her arms around me, her face buried into my neck, but she mumbled to me. 

"What are you going to do to me Lee?" 

"How about anything I want, will that suit you, you slut!" I said, laying back on my pillow. She tightened her grip on me involuntarily, it excited her. "Do you like being treated like this Linda?" I asked, I was asking her really in an innocent way. She nodded, I was amazed, how would any woman like this, I thought, but 'gift horse' and the like came into my mind. 

I lifted my had and landed a real hard slap on her ass, "When I ask you something Linda, I want an answer, not a nod of your head, got it!" She squealed and begged forgiveness. 

"I'm sorry Lee, I won't do it again I promise," she cried. 

I hit her ass again for good measure again, again she squealed and cried. 

Then I said, "You had better not you slut, right?" 

"Yes Lee yes." 

"So you like being a slut do you, or just my slut?" 

"I'm your slut Lee, yours only. I'll be whatever kind of slut you want me to be for you." 

I took another chance, I wanted to see how far this might go. "So your my slut now, you belong to me, does that mean your husband is a little pencil dicked wimp Linda, does it?" 

She didn't move, she didn't speak, not until I walloped her ass once more. "Answer me you slut!" 

"Yes Lee, he is." She wept. 

"He's what, tell me right now what he is Linda!" 

She took a deep breath and replied, "He is a little pencil dicked wimp, and he couldn't hold a candle to you Lee, sir," she added. 

"Suck my cock and balls Linda, lick my ass, and lick it clean, go!" I said to her with a massive smile on my happy face. She dove at me, got between my legs, I lifted them over her, and she went to work. It was magical that this 35 to 40 year old married woman was slavering over me, an 18 year old boy. She couldn't get enough of my weapon, balls, and ass. Then the moment I hadn't ever experienced, I felt her tongue slide up, and into my rear end, it was something I will never forget. 

I was hard again in minutes, so I pulled her off, I was gentle with her, I got her over on to her back with lots of loving kisses, touches and persuasion. Then I mounted her, I got my cock all the way into her slick devout pussy, and I set about giving her what she wanted, a fucking good hammering, I pounded her as hard as I could, and for as long as I could. 

She was wailing below me, but her wailing were ones of total enjoyment, utter fulfilment and eventual complete satisfaction. I never came, not this time, so I was able to batter her for longer than I even thought I could have. She seemed to fall into herself, but I still went at her, I drove her up to the bed head and still I fucked her, and she flopped under me. Then I guessed she had had enough, she had been totalled, beaten, and literally fucked out of her head. 

I stopped a while, then slid off and lay at her side while she got her bearings back. And I got my breath back too. I watched as she came around proper like, then I pulled her to me. 

"Ever had it that good, or for that long Linda, Hmmmm, if you have I'll bet it wasn't with pencil dick was it?" 

"No Lee, I haven't had it anywhere near that good, and pencil dick wouldn't even know where to start, even if he did try," She laughed slowly at her own attempt at a joke. 

"You'd better go Linda, and tell wimpy boy you have met a real man hey?" I slapped her ass twice, and got off my bed. 

"Ooooh, oh Lee that does hurt, but I love it, sir," she said, then she dropped to her knees at the side of the bed in a prayer mode. "Dear Lord, I thank you with all of my heart for sending me to Lee." I looked on stunned, fucking hell I thought, she truly does love being manhandled doesn't she? 

"I can't come again until Friday sir, Lee," she said, I have previous arrangements." That was fine by me, I had things to do anyway. 

"Be here as I told you to be then Linda," was all I said. She knew what I was talking about. And she did turn up as instructed, heels, and a coat, I opened the door and looked at her on the step. 

"Let me see you, you dirty fucking slut," I said. 

"But Lee," she said horrified, "people might see me like this." 

"Drop the coat, let me see, or fuck off you filthy bitch!" 

She undid the coat, opened it and sure enough she was stark naked. "I won't tell you again you dirty fucking slut whore, drop the coat or fuck off, what is it going to be!" 

Tears formed and fell from her eyes, she glanced about, I thought she was actually going to leave. Then the coat fell off and landed at her feet. She stood there on my door step totally naked apart from her shoes. "Come in cunt, I'm going to rip your ass wide open," I told her, turning my back on her I went into the kitchen. 

I heard the door close and she was behind me, I turned to her, kissed her lovingly, "what are you Linda, tell me what you are, all of it." 

"I'm a dirty slut Lee, your filthy slut, your whore, your bitch, your c,c,c,cunt!" I smiled, there was no doubting it, without even knowing, understanding really, I had found a slut for my very own, a married loving wife was my cunt to please. 

"What's pencil wimp dick been doing Linda, has he tried to fuck my married cunt, my luscious married pussy, has he?" 

"Yes sir, he has, but I wouldn't let him, he isn't even half the man you are sir." 

"Over the table Linda, I need to fuck your ass again," I told her. 

"Yes Lee," she replied and got straight over it. I played with her pussy for a while, fucked her mouth for a bit, fingered her ass, then asked her. 

"Where do you want your master's cock Linda?" I asked, master, I asked myself, where the fuck has that come from? 

The answer was there, in an instant. "In my ass sir, your ass, anywhere sir, just as long as you put it in me, please?" I had bought some KY and lavished on her. Then I can only say that I raped her ass, I absolutely battered and tore at it, along with raining hard slaps down on her. I called her every name under the sun, she came in torrents, it was pooled at her feet under the table. 

I finished off by not washing my dick, but stuffed it into her mouth and made her suck me off until I emptied myself in her throat. She sucked and slurped all her shit and juices off me and swallowed it all, now she really was a dirty filthy cunt! I fucked her twice that day, but I never kissed her, and I never let her rinse her mouth out or clean her teeth. I told her just as she was leaving, "I want you to kiss your husband passionately tonight Linda, I want him eat your shit, and taste my cum. But if you don't I will know, and you'll suffer badly, yes?" 

"Yes Lee, sir, I will do exactly what you tell me to do I swear," and I believed her, I really did. 

I saw her on the Monday, as I opened the door to her, her coat fell at her feet. She was naked again, I laughed, "Come in Linda, upstairs, today is going to be your day you beautiful, sexy, dirty horrible fucking shag bag." 

I spent the whole day on her, off her, and in every hole, then I asked her about pencil dick, had she done what I told her to do. She told me that as soon as he walked in, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him, and within two seconds he tried to get away, but she had held him tight, and poked her tongue in and licked him, and that she kept kissing him until he forced her off him. 




An Older Woman and Then



He accused her of being a madwoman, and what was that on her breath. 

"Shit Leonard, shit, and cum, a man's cum, another man's cum and my shit because he made me eat his cock after fucking me in the ass, and you know what Leonard, I loved it, I do love it. He's the man you will never be, and never had a hope of being!" They had argued all night, then he had left, but he had come back the next day grovelling. 

Linda told me she had punched him between the eyes instantly, he fell down and without thinking she had pounced on him, and he was now on their bed tied up, a very bruised and chastened man She had beaten him mentally and physically, and now he was hers to treat as she wanted, and until he learned who the boss was in their house, he would suffer. And, she told me, he was too. Sadly I had to tell her that my dad was home the next day, so her coming here to meet me was now off the agenda for a while, I did tell her I would visit her at her house and left it at that. 

The following afternoon my dad and his new bride arrived, I was happy to see him, and even happier to see Rhonda, she was absolutely gorgeous, 5ft 8" and full of what women like her are full of, sexuality, feline grace, and sheer beauty. The old man was like a kid with a new toy, well, who wouldn't be if you had that body to play with I thought. 

I had changed since meeting Linda, I was more assertive, more in command of who I was. I could feel the change in me. I also had the notion that if things went my way, I would chase his new wife down, my step mother, and bed her if at all possible. I didn't flirt or make any movs, I acceptd her and we got on great, she is now only beautiful and sexy, she seemed really nice too. 

We had a house party one Saturday, just a few friends of his and one or two of mine, we had a whale of a time, I got to dance with Rhonda a couple of times. I did, I'm sorry to say break my own rule about her. I just couldn't help letting her know I had a hard on, for her. I pressed it where it mattered once or twice, and each time I got a reproachful look. 

Rhonda didn't drink really, one glass of wine and that was it, dad said it was because she lost control of her senses and went nicely loopy, I laughed at that, but I thought it could be the chink in her armour for me for later. Two weeks later and the old man was off again for a month and on his own. So I would be left at home with my gorgeous step mom. 

The fourth day he had gone was a Saturday, I had planned my moves, if they didn't work, hey ho. I had made sure there was a bottle of her favourite white wine in the cooler. I had taken some out, not a lot, and replaced it with vodka, no smell, no taste. At about 9pm the old man had called, they had chatted, I said hello, he said to make sure I looked after Rhonda, I promised I definitely would. 

She was wearing a skirt to her knees, a wrap around top, and shoes with about 2" on them, her silky black hair was in a very loose pony tail and lying on one shoulder, she looked so sexily, and innocently fabulous. We were stood in the kitchen talking about nothing really, I switched on the radio, I had preset it for the romantic music station. I had poured her a good measure of wine, and one for me. 

When the music started, I said, "Come on Rhonda, dance with me?" 

"Dance Lee, I really am not that good you know that?" she said. 

I handed her her wine, said, "Have another drink, you'll be fine, honest," I told her, I was now right in front of her, and my arms were going around her as she looked at me and took another drink. 

We waltzed around the table and chairs, the drink was having its effect I could tell. My cock was hard, it had been for some time now. I let her know it was there, innocently of course. Rhonda gave me that look again and I ignored it by looking over her shoulder. But after I had done it a couple of times I heard a small, but definite intake of breath. I picked her wine up again, and she had another sip. 

Of course I had no way of gauging where she was with this, or how much alcohol she was imbibing. It was pure guess work, but I was loving the closeness of her, the feel of her soft warm pulsating body. We were sort of hip to hip, knee to knee and toe to toe. But our upper halves were apart, so I closed that gap too, now I had her against me fully, for a while at least. 

I decided it was time to go for broke, I pressed my dick right into her, I felt her stiffen, I dropped my hands and took her ass in them, and pulled her on to it. Rhonda grabbed my wrists and brought them back up, I kissed her neck. But crucially, she didn't break away from me. My hands went to her ass once more, she pulled them away, I pressed my dick into her, she mumbled something, I don't know what. 

The thing I did know was that she wasn't trying to get away, tell me off, shout at me, what it me, was it the drink, what? I slid my hips across her, now my dick was making real contact. 

"Lee, what are you doing, please don't, you have to stop," she whispered. I didn't, I went again, I slid my bat across her pussy twice more in succession. 

I kissed her neck, gripped her ass cheeks, squeezed them, felt them, they were firm and round, "fucking marvellous," I said to myself, and pressed my dick home, she sighed, in any other situation I would have said it was a sigh of exasperation, but not now. 

"Lee please," she whispered, as I felt her sag against me, I moved her into the corner of the units, I don't think she knew, the drink had worked. 

I licked, kissed, and sucked her neck, my dick was right where it was supposed to be, and I was feeling her ass right in the crack. Now it was make or break, I moved my right hand, brought it to the front, slid it under her skirt and cupped her pussy, making sure my middle finger was right in the centre. Before she could really react I slid it up and down, making contact with her clit. 

"Lee," she cried softly, I never took any notice, I found the edge of her thong, got my finger in and struck. I sank it in, I worked it up and down, in and out. "Lee please," she wailed, but her arms had gone around my neck now, she was holding on, trying to avoid falling down, victory was mine, almost! 

I hooked my finger in her, lifting her almost off her feet, I wouldn't give her time to even think, even breathe if I could help it. I was kissing her neck wholesale, her face was buried into mine. The combination of what I was doing, superbly aided and abetted by the drink, and my dad's comment about her drinking was paving the path for me to her sexual door. 

My previous plan, had it worked, was to carry a fully seduced and carving for me woman, off to my bed, but I discarded that now, I needed to fuck her as soon as possible. I undid my pants one handed, dropped them, worked my dick out of mine, and got ready. Then I took hold of her thong, and ripped it off. Rhonda squealed, she knew what I had done, and that turned out to be her own personal moment of surrender. I lifted her on to the counter, making sure I was between her legs, and parted her thighs as I charged into what was an extremely wet and hot pussy. 

"Lee!" she cried again, "Oh God, Oh God Oh Lee, Arggggh OH OH OH OH, Hmmmm, stop please, Lee please stop, Oh God no don't, don't stop, Eeeowwww, Oh Jesus Christ, Oh Lee, Lee keep going Lee, please." 

Her arms were around me, her nails digging into my back through my shirt, and she kissed me, she actually made lip to lip power contact, she almost sucked my tongue out of my mouth. By the time all this had gone on I had been in and out several times so there was no way on earth I was going to stop, not now, I couldn't have stopped anyway. 

I was living my dream, I was fucking my step mother, this fantastically beautiful Aussie, with an unusual twang in her silky voice. She was the hottest woman I had ever met, sexy, tall, slinky, gorgeous, and so so fuckable, and I was too! What I did next was cement it, instead of finishing there on the counter top, I slid my hands under her taut ass and picked her up. 

I heard her grunt, she was asking my tongue where were we going. I carried her up to my room, cock still where it was supposed to be, her kissing me like I wanted her to kiss me. Then I flopped on to bed and fucked her long and hard, I gave her everything, she had cum on the stairs, I felt it slide down me, it was a wonderful revelation. 

I looked down at her, she was staring wild eyed at me, and now I met the real Rhonda for the first time proper. My dick was all the way in and I knew we were both having a great time, her from me and my dick, me from making love to the outstandingly beautiful woman underneath me getting the thrill, I hoped, of a lifetime. 

Then she spoke, "Right Lee Henderson, get to it you hunky nasty bad boy, fuck me good, and fuck me hard or you'll regret it." she told me in no uncertain terms, "You think plying me with drink got me? Hah!" she continued, "You know nothing boy," she told me as her grip tightened om me wonderfully, "I knew what you were up to all along, you've been wanting to get into my pants from the moment I met you, haven't you Hmmmm?" 

Then she laughed, "Come on Lee, fuck me baby, show your old step mother a good time hey?" I suppose I looked like I had been slapped, I was amazed to say the least. But I did what she told me to do, I showed her the best time I could. I was also to find out just what a strong personality she had. 

I fucked at her like crazy and soon my balls were boiling, I was going to cum and she knew it. "Yes Lee, come on baby, cum in me, fill me up you sweet beautiful boy, Argggggh, oh yes Lee yes!" 

She almost screamed, and we came together. I was full to the brim of cum, and I shot it all into her. I drained it all, or rather she did, she pulled it out of me, I felt her pussy sucking it from me, what a feeling. 

I dropped on to her, we kissed and loved, "Wow Lee," she said happily as we were getting our breath back. "That was fantastic, where on earth have you learned all that baby. Who's been teaching you, a boy your age can't get to know all this without a teacher honey. You'll have to tell me, I want to meet her, and soon?" Rhonda was showing me who she was, and she was nobody's fool I knew that, I was in bed with a woman for all seasons. 

"What do you mean, plying you with drink Rhonda?" I asked. 

"It means I'm not stupid," she said grinning, "your dad told me you were a pussy hound, so I made sure I knew what you were doing, and what you were up to. And if you think I didn't know what your intentions were from the minute I walked into this house, you had better think again big boy." 

Lind had called me the exact same thing, 'Big boy' I smiled, cards on the table I thought. "Okay Rhonda you got me, but I got you too didn't I?" I said as I squeezed one rock hard nipple. 

"You got me Lee because I wanted you to 'get' me!" she said, "and if I hadn't have wanted to be 'got' I wouldn't have been, not by you or anyone else." Now I was puzzled. 

"You mean this was your idea all along, I was after you I admit, but you were after me too, I can't believe it," I asked. 

"Sure Lee, after what your dad told me about you, and after I had finally met you," she told me, "I knew you would fill the gap between him and me. You see, I do love your dad, but he lacks a certain something baby, and you don't, you have it." She gripped my hardening dick, now I knew. I understood fully now why I had heard my mother moaning with my step dad, and never with my own dad, he couldn't and didn't cut it. 

I fell over on to my back shocked and stunned, Rhonda leaned over me, and said, "Don't let it bother you honey, now you can have me whenever you want, all day and every day when he's away. Now isn't that something?" She sniggered, and treated me to a full, wet sloppy kiss. "And," she added salaciously, "There isn't anything you won't get, nothing!" 

I had to laugh, I had been taken for a fool, but was I happy about it, you can bet your fucking ass I was. How many guys got to bed their beautiful step mom like I was, now and for the future. I lay happily under her while she played with me, and as soon as I was hard she got on. She leaned back a bit, put her hands behind her head and stretched herself as she forced my dick into that heavenly puffy pussy. 

Now she was the jockey, I was the horse, and Rhonda was in the saddle. Her body taut above me, I took in the toned thighs, her hips as they sank down, her flat stomach, her waist sweeping in and then out, her gorgeous tits, firm and high flying, then her hair dropped down over her shoulders. She swept her fingers through it and the black silk flowed into the air to settle over her tits. 

"Lee," she remembered, "I want to meet your teacher, the lovely lady who has given you to me." Rhonda leaned forward and rocked herself on me, the feel of her tight pussy walls sliding over my cock was just wonderful. I settled back for the ride she was now giving me. She was meaning Linda of course. I would have to think about that one. 

To have such a woman riding me this way was a prize worth dying for, her eyes locked on to mine, her lips kissing then leaving, her nipples brushing my chest. Rhonda was giving me the best I had ever had in my young life, I knew what was what, but I didn't know what Rhonda was, or what she was about, and I wasn't going to make a complaint about it either. 

She pressed herself down on me, she was going to cum, I could feel and sense it, she trembled from her core, it urged me on to meet her halfway and I did. As her body and pussy pressed home, I pushed up to meet her, and we came again together. I shot what I had in me as far in as it would go, I felt the surge up my dick, the painful wonderful power of it. 

I lay there spent, Rhonda slowly stretched out on me, cock still fixed in, but then she was lying full length on me, head in my neck, arms shoved under and round me. I held her tight and made her comfy, and having her lying on me like was magic in itself. Her warmth and smell made me shiver with excited lust for her. 

"Now," she said loosely, "Who is, or was, the good lady who showed you the ropes Lee, she said as she played with my limpish cock. "Did you just learn on her, or did she lead you, come on, give!" 

I thought for a minute, then answered her. "I suppose thinking about it, she did show me a lot of things, and a lot I didn't really know about myself. But I haven't known her for that long either, but I learned at the same time in my own way. She likes it a bit rough as well." My comment made me snigger, thinking about how I would slap her ass and make her do things. I didn't know what I was saying, what I was letting myself, and Linda in for. 

"Rhonda, I'm puzzled too, don't you feel guilty about me and you, you know, dad?" I said. 

She looked me dead in the eye and said, "Nope, I am a very sexual lady, your dad can't keep up with me. And he will never know will he?" She eyes me closely. "But I love him too, he sort of rescued me from a bad situation, and I'll be forever grateful, but I have my needs. So if you want out, then say so baby!" This was said as a finger slid into my ass. Then she added, "And don't ask me about my past, it's the past and that's where it will stay okay?" Waggle waggle in my rear end. That was the end of that. 

When my dad rang that night I made myself scarce, Rhonda had a long conversation, then I heard her running the bath. I went o see her and she was naked in there, we ended up splashing in it for an hour. Then she sent me downstairs, "Wait for me in the lounge, I'll be about an hour, I want to show you, and tell you something baby," her kiss was as sweet as a kiss could be. 

I waited as instructed, then the door opened, if I hadn't been sat on the sofa I would have gone over. She was dressed for sheer sexual murder, I have never in my life seen a more beautiful or sexily dressed woman, not even in air brushed photos.  

It was hard to describe, but she had her hair down and around her shoulders, her face was made up, there was a gold chain around her neck. Then what she was wearing floored me. She had a black, what turned out to be calf leather boob top, it ran straight across the top of her cleavage, the bottom edge was torn away for effect, and hanging off her heavy tits. Her midriff was bare, below that was a macro mini skirt, down on her hips, and barely below her pussy. That too had the bottom torn across for wild effect. 

Her luscious long legs were encased in thigh high boots with heels, all of the material was the same, black smooth silky calf leather. She looked exactly like what she was. The most beautiful sexy, and magnificent woman alive. I sat there gob smacked, I started to get up to get to her, but she told me to stay where I was, I did. She strutted her stuff just for me, spinning, turning, bending forwards, bending backwards, and finishing in a star pose, hands wide above her lovely head, and feet spread, I could have shot my load there and then! 

If all that had been a big surprise, what she did next topped it. She sashayed her way to me, lifted one fabulous knee and put it by my thigh, she did the same with the other, now Rhonda was straddling me, her arms slipped about my neck, her forehead resting on mine, her nose touching mine, her lips a millimetre away, I went to kiss her but she pulled back, and shook her head. "Keep still Lee," it was an order. 

"You like how I look Lee, hmmm?" I nodded, afraid to speak, "Do I excite you baby?" I nodded again, "You have a hard on for me don't you honey?" more nodding. "Now I have something to tell you, and I want you to listen very closely. It's a ditty I heard, a sort of poem, but it was imagined, and made up for me by someone unknown, who never knew me, but it belongs to me, It's with me at the start, the centre and the end okay?" 

My neck was aching with all the nodding, her sweet breath flowed around me. 

"When a girl is eight, you take her to bed and tell her a story." 

"When she is eighteen, you tell her a story and take her to bed." 

"When she is twenty eight, you can't tell her anything." 

"I'm twenty eight Lee, understand, or do I need to draw you a picture?" then she kissed me. 

I understood alright, what she said, goes, and let me tell you. I was more than happy about that. Just to have this luscious wonderful, beautiful creature giving me total access to her fabulous body, using me whenever she wanted, was every boy, and man's wildest dream! 

She undid my pants, fished me out, jacked me off, then finished me off with a mind boiling blow job, and she took every drop I offered. Then she took me by the hand and led me to bed where we slept the sleep of the grateful dead! 

I woke up alone, then I heard noises downstairs, and then the smell of a fried breakfast, I was famished and raced down and straight into her arms for a kissing session, body to body, top to toe. My dad entered my thoughts for a brief moment, but I wasn't bothered by it. We ate and fed each other, she was everything, all things to all men, I did think how lucky my dad was, but not to have me for son, but we can't have everything can we? 

Then Rhonda put me on the spot, "Right Lee Henderson, your teacher, who is she, what does she look like, how old is she. Come on, out with it, chapter and verse, and don't leave anything out. Because if you do, this will be off limits until you learn me!" She waved a hand over her silk dressing gowned body. I gulped, I knew I would have to, I couldn't risk losing that I thought, as my eyes roamed her once more. 

So I did, from start to finish, I even told her about her pencil dicked husband, who I knew was a wimp because Linda had said so. She asked a few questions and then smiled at me. "I believe you Lee, I see the picture, she seems to be a woman, who like me, has aspirations. Though in a somewhat different direction. Now I want you to call her, get her round here, I want to meet her okay?" 




An Older Woman and Then



My mind ran wild at that thought, so I made the call, she was overjoyed to hear from me, she would be here at 10am she said, and the last thing I told her was she had better look good, Linda promised she would. Rhonda had another surprise for me, she ordered me out of the house at 9.30 and not to return until 1pm at the earliest. I asked why, and she just said, "Because that's what I want Lee." 

I left as instructed, and this is what happened, mostly Rhonda's telling, and backed up by Linda later. Linda arrived on time and was surprised to be greeted by the wondrous sight of Rhonda in nearly nothing. She entered as Rhonda stood to one side and she was guided into the lounge. 

"Take your coat off Linda," Rhonda told her, she did so. "Now Lee has told me all about you Linda," she said as she stepped up close, Linda backed away, a worried look on her face. Rhonda in her heels and height advantage towered over her. This was what Rhonda had intended. 

Then she pointed to the floor and said. "Down Linda, now!" 

"What?" Linda spluttered. 

"I said down Linda you slut, and down now, on your knees now!" And before Linda could blink, Rhonda slapped her face twice, left and right. Then she grabbed her and forced her down, Rhonda had a handful of hair in each hand. 

"Please, what are you doing, what do you want?" 

"You are Lee's slut and his bitch, now you are mine too, so get used to it Linda!" And then she stepped her left leg over Linda's shoulder, she wasn't wearing any panties under her skirt and she jammed Linda's face right into her pussy and ordered her to suck and lick it. 

Linda tried to struggle, but all that happened was Rhonda dropped her onto her back and climbed on board, now she was kneeling astride the older lovely, and her pussy was sat right on her face and mouth. "Now you slut, I won't tell you again, suck and lick my pussy or you'll be sorry!" she told her, and rapped her forehead with her knuckles. 

Linda obeyed immediately, just like the good slut she was. She knew already that this sexy woman was stronger mentally, and physically than she was, also, it was in her nature to submit this way. But before she gave herself up fully, she had a fleeting thought about her hapless husband. "Just wait until I get home Leonard, you are going to be for it, just you wait and see!" Then Linda gave herself up to the beautiful woman who had overcome her so easily. 

Rhonda came on her amazingly quickly, her cum flowed into Linda's wide open gateway to her throat, she slurped and drank it greedily. Rhonda's taste was something special, complete nectar. Rhonda settled down letting the woman below her service her to the full, the feel of another woman's tongue was something to savour, something a man, no matter how good, could ever do. 

She reached behind her and undid Linda's blouse to capture her tits then nipples. This drove her over the edge, Linda loved being made, to accept, and forced to rejoice in her own debasement. Rhonda turned 180 degrees on her, and ripped her skirt open, tore her panties away, and got her fingers into her victim. Linda howled with untold aroused pleasure. 

Then Rhonda stopped before she could cum, she begged under Rhonda's pussy, her hips rose to ask for release, all she got were two hard slaps on her thighs. Then Rhonda rose up and walked into the kitchen. "Come with me," she said over her shoulder. Linda struggled to her feet and hurried after her. 

"Get stripped off, I want you naked," it wasn't a request, it was an order. Linda looked at her and obeyed, she knew already not to obstruct this woman. She had never witnessed such feline beauty, everything about her was soft and sexual, everything other than her mind, and Linda was finding that out. She thought Lee had set her up, but it was Rhonda who was doing the setting up, already she was thanking Lee in her head. 

Rhonda picked up a piece of rope from the table, there was a noose type knot at one end. She put it over Linda's wrist, pushed her arm behind her and brought the rope to the front and passed it right around her, her other arm was placed in the same way and Rhonda tied it off. Now Linda's arms were folded behind her, and no way of undoing the rope herself, she was now a captured woman. 

"What are you going to do with me, what are you going to do?" she asked belatedly. She was totally naked and completely at the graceful woman's mercy. 

"Well Linda," she said mischievously, "I suppose the answer to that is, anything I want, wouldn't you agree?" Then she hooked her finger into Linda's pussy, snagged a tight hard nipple, squeezed it, and tickled her clit. Linda bent forward, the electrical charge triggered by Rhonda sliced her almost in two. 

Rhonda turned her and bent her over the table, she picked up a lubricated vibrating butt plug and forced it into her ass. The inverted ring, and the involuntary grabbing of her sphincter held it in. Linda howled in aroused pain, Rhonda slapped her ass several times, Lee had told her she loved the pain. She turned the vibrator on and off, rammed it in and out. Linda's legs kicked out in fabulous pained excitement. 

The next thing Linda heard was, "I want you here Lee please, now!" Linda suffered more from Rhonda and loved every second of it. Then the door opened, Rhonda went to greet Lee, she told him she had to go out and would be back in an hour, and to have some fun. She went into the sitting room, rummaged through Linda's purse and left Lee with a huge sexy kiss, and a firm grip of his young masterful cock. 

Lee found Linda over the table where Rhonda had left her, he wasn't expecting this, but he knew what he was looking at. Rhonda had taken what she wanted from her, had a lot of fun, and now Lee was to have his. His cock was already rising to the occasion so he dropped his pants, pulled the vibrator out of her ass, and shoved it hard into the hole left there. 

Meanwhile Rhonda was entering Linda's house, Lee had told her about him, what she didn't know was that Linda had debased him completely, mainly out of anger, but also because she had found out she could, so she had. She called out, "Leonard, where are you?" 

"Im still where you left me Linda," came a squeaked reply. Rhonda was puzzled, 'still where you left me?' The voice had come from upstairs so she made her way up and into the main bedroom. And there he was, naked, hands and feet tied to the bed and he was spread eagled. 

Rhonda laughed, "Wow," she said more to herself than to him. "Now this could be what you would call, a surprise, hah!" She had imagined coming here and taking control, she had looked forward to it. She intended tormenting him, ribbing him about his pencil dick, how she had taken his wife and fucked her this very morning. How she would now be full of Lee's big hard eighteen year old cock. 

Changing tack completely Rhonda sat on the edge of the bed, picked up his little pecker, and said. "Now Leonard, I want to see how hard you can get this, just for me hey?" she moved her delicate hand up and down it. He stared at her, this womanly vision who was playing with his cock. He did get hard very quickly, Rhonda smiled at it, if it was 4" long she might be exaggerating. 

She rolled it in her palms, he couldn't help wiggling to her, "Do you want to cum big boy?" she teased. 

"Yes, yes please, Oh I do, yes!" Rhonda jerked him off fast and hard and in seconds he came, he spurted, and his little dick dropped a pool of cum onto his belly button. This wasn't the fun Rhonda had expected, she slapped his balls making him cry out. Gave them a good squeeze, crushed his pencil, and said. 

"You pathetic little man, no wonder your wife has gone elsewhere for some proper cock, and," she said as she lifted her skirt, "some nice hot pussy! And I'll be giving her some more when I get back to her!" Then she turned and left him moaning, tied to his bed with a little puddle of cum he couldn't wipe up on his belly. 

When she got back Linda was still over the table and Lee was fucking her for the second time, this time in her pussy. He pulled out when Rhonda walked in. "Clean yourself up Lee, I want some of that right now," she told him. She was as randy as she had ever been. He did as he was told and Rhonda took him upstairs, but not before telling Linda to go home, and that Lee would call her later. 

A disgruntled Linda did so reluctantly, she hadn't been allowed cum yet so she was annoyed. Her husband would get it big time now, she told herself, but when she found him and he told her of what had happened, she thrashed him. Linda straddled him, slapped him, nipped him, scratched him, crushed his balls even more, twisted his dick nearly into a corkscrew, he cried and begged her to stop. She scooped up the little puddle of his cum and slapped his face with it, then she gagged him and squashed his balls some more in utter frustration. 

So she sat on his face and made herself cum on him, leaving what was left of Rhonda on him as well as hers. Then Linda made her mind up now that if she couldn't have Lee full time, she was going to find her own master, be it a man or a woman, maybe even a black boy, or even a black girl, she thought. It was the idea of being dominated by a younger person that excited her, all because of meeting Lee. "Hmmm, that might be nice, a nasty black boy, or an evil black girl?" she said aloud. "What do you think pencil dick?" she said to him. 

"That would fuck you up you worthless bag of shit! Having someone like that levelled at you" She told her weeping husband, who now loved every moment of his degradation. The pain she had inflicted on him, the pain Rhonda had given him, was manna to him now. Linda's parting shot before she showered was, to stand over him and piss all over his head and face, then she walked away. 

Rhonda had Lee up her divine ass on her bed she shared with his dad, he screwed her majestically, she was panting and moaning as he reamed her totally, she egged him on. "Go on Lee, do me like you know your dad can't, fuck me baby fuck me." Lee roared like the lion she was making out of him, and he fucked in a way she had never been. 

They never left each other alone until the day before his dad's return and Rhonda cut him off, saying. "I'm off limits now Lee until he leaves again, no messing, no touching, not even looking, or you won't ever see this again, got it?" she said pointing to her newly shaved pussy she had done just for him.



An Older Woman in Spandex



Many years ago I worked at a Sears Auto Center. I ran the parts room and took care of incoming tire and parts shipments. Margaret was our office secretary where she kept the payroll records and such. I was in my mid twenties and Margaret was in her mid thirties. She was divorced and had a very hot body. We would tease and flirt a lot but never did anything. After all, we were at work and anyone could have walked in on us if we did and it was all just in fun. 

One day our service manager invited us all to a party at his place. Margaret wanted to go but didn't want to drive that far at night by herself so I offered to take her and she quickly accepted. When I picked her up she was wearing a skin tight shimmering blue spandex body suit top and tight blue jeans. Margaret looked awesome. She was braless so her nipples poked up in the tight spandex. Her tight jeans showed off her nicely shaped ass and slender waist. She was definitely a head turner.

The party was great fun, lots of drinking and dancing. Margaret danced with practically every guy there so when a slower song came on I grabbed her for my turn. Unfortunately, that was the only slow song and she was off to dance with someone else when it was done. The evening ended and when we got to her place it was around 12:30. I figured I should at least walk her to her door and get a good night kiss but as I kissed her she surprised me by offering to let me come inside for a coke. We sat on the couch with our drinks and I told her that I was kind of disappointed that I didn't get to dance with her more. 

She said, "We can dance now" and put the stereo on low. I got up and danced with her again. My God she felt great! She snuggled close and I held her slim waist and could feel her sweet tits pressed against my chest. I'm very sure she could feel how hard I was getting. My hands began sliding all over her spandex top and we kissed and danced for a wile. 

My hands were sliding over her back as we danced and Margaret turned around in my arms as we continued to sway to the music. Her sweet round ass was grinding against my ever hardening cock and my hands now slid up her flat tummy to those lovely tits while I kissed the back of her neck.. 

"Do you like spandex?" she asked. 

"You look great in this top" I replied. 

Then she said, "It's not a top it's a body suit." 

"Now that I want to see" I teased. 

"What do you mean? You can see it" she said. 

"No, I mean I want to see you in only the body suit" I told her. 

She hesitated but I finally convinced her that taking her pants off would be ok because she would still be dressed in the body suit, so as I sat on the couch she took off her jeans. I knew she had nice legs but they looked especially long and sexy now. She sat next to me and soon we were making out. Her hand went to my crotch and she began stroking my cock through my pants. 

I was on top of her now and began tugging at the body suit but couldn't get it off of her. She said it had to stay on but she unzipped my pants and I stood up and pulled them down for her. She reached up and caressed my balls with one hand and stroked my cock with the other.Her hand sliding over my throbbing hard cock was amazing and soon I was on top of her again sliding my stiff shaft over the crotch of her body suit. 

I didn't last long. I held her legs open while sliding against her crotch and soon sprayed my hot white cum all over the blue spandex. I apologized for ruining her body suit and she just laughed and said it was alright. 

She left Sears not long after that and I lost contact with her but I always remember her when I see spandex.



An Older Woman On A Bench



It was a warm beautiful summer day in the city.

I had to go workout, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone. I thought I could get a good workout in and talk to some very unique, and scantily clad women at the same time. I knew just the place to go. 

I headed to the gym in the low income area of town. It was a small gym, and you don't have to buy a membership, which means you can drop in whenever you want and pay to use the facilities for that day. I've been there in the past, and I've always found some unique woman who were on the poorer side. 

I love women who are from the lower socio-economic status, because their whole mind set, demeanor, and attire are different from the pretentious snobs who frequent the higher end gyms. The lower income women aren't fake, and they wear what they want, even if its inappropriate, and they won't have a problem if you turn a conversation to a sexual nature.

Excitement coursed through my veins as I thought about going there. I put on a special pair of small thin soccer shorts, which appeals to the exhibitionist side in me, and I hopped in the car to make my way there.

It was an off day at the gym, and while my workout was good, there wasn't anybody else in the gym except me. The gym itself is very small, and its part of a larger community center which tends to get used more often then the gym itself. 

I finished my workout and left the facility with a feeling of disappointment from not seeing any women at all.

I wasn't ready to call it a day yet, so I thought I'd try me luck on the main street. My plan was just to walk down the street in my special shorts, to give myself a small exhibitionist thrill, and hopefully come across some scantily clad women to ogle at the same time. 

While walking past a bench I heard a woman say "nice shorts". I looked back to the source of the comment. I was surprised that I hadn't noticed the woman sitting on the bench before she made the comment. She wasn't what I was originally out looking for, and that's why she hadn't caught my eye. She was older, and dressed in a more conservative outfit. She had short curly hair, a red blouse and a red skirt, with high heel shoes. I would have never struck up a conversation with her on my own because I wouldn't think a higher class person such as herself would be accepting of me striking up a conversation with her.

I stopped dead in my tracks trying to figure this woman's comment out. "Thanks" I said and gave her a big smile.

"Your pocket is out at the back" she said, pointing to my butt. I turned and looked behind me and sure enough the back pocket had been turned inside out. 

"Thanks again" I said as I shoved the pocket back in. As I did that I took a closer look at her and realized something was off. Her make up was put on pretty heavy and it wasn't applied evenly. Her clothing was way too tight and way too dressy for the setting. We were on the main drag of the low income area and the average person wore old shorts and T-shirts.

"I'm Mary" she said and reached out her hand to shake mine. I took her hand and shook it, feeling the warmth in her hand which sent a signal directly to my cock. She looked deep into my eyes and smiled while she held my hand, which caused my cock to move in my shorts. 

I was intrigued by this woman's forwardness, and I was curious as to what her intensions were.

My growing cock was at eye level with her eyes as she sat on the bench. I didn't want to develop a full fledged boner, because that would be embarrassing and might frighten her, so I willed myself to keep it under control. Yet the more I tried to maintain control, the hornier I became.

"What are you up to today" I asked in an attempt to figure out this woman.

"Nothing, just trying to pass the time by sitting out here", she replied.

"You must be waiting for a date" I said in a teasing tone and making an obvious reference to her being dressed up.

"I haven't been with a man, or had a date since I was divorced 15 years ago" she said.

"What?" I said, unable to hide my genuine surprise.

"Yep" she confirmed.

"I don't believe a beautiful woman like you hasn't had a date in 15 years" I said in an attempt to push the boundaries a bit and take in her reaction.

She smiled and blushed and looked genuinely flattered. I knew I was given the green light to pursue this conversation in the direction that I wanted to. Before me was a women who had the same qualities I was out to find in a lower class woman. She wasn't fake, and wasn't easily offended if I pushed the boundaries of the conversation a bit. 

I was intrigued at why she was sitting out dressed up on a bench on main street. Was she actually trying to pick up a guy like this? Was she that desperate? Was she mentally unstable? The possibilities fascinated and excited me. 

"I used to be a teacher and now I like to tutor people. I can tutor anyone any subject you know?"

I didn't know what to say to that. I was taken so off guard by the directness of her comment. My mouth went dry and my heart began to beat hard in my chest. This woman before me was offering me an opportunity on a silver platter.

"You are a tutor?" I managed to get out.

"Yep, I really enjoy helping people with any subject... are you a student?" she asked.

It was almost too much for me to take. My head became overcome with excitement and my cock wanted to me to give it the permission to develop into a full fledge boner. I was using all my strength to keep my cock from reaching full mast, but it was a losing battle. It was slowly, but surely growing in my shorts. The excitement was becoming overwhelming.

I realized that the source of the excitement wasn't so much the woman herself, but the situation, and the opportunity.

I knew that this woman was incredibly lonely and desperate for affection, from dressing up, sitting on a bench and making comments to a complete stranger, who happened to be much, much younger. The more I thought about it the more I realized she might be crazy, but I didn't know for sure. The enigma before me captivated my mind and made me want her. I knew I could lie and say that I was a student. I knew that I could say anything and she would be all for it because that's how desperate or crazy she was. I knew I could tell her I was taking an anatomy class and I needed help, but now was my only free time. I knew I could ask her if she could teach me at her place at that very moment, and that she'd eagerly accept. I knew that in her place I could ask her to explain the male reproductive system to me, and focus on the sexuality part of it, particularly asking about how erections occur. I knew I could play dumb and ask her repeatedly about what she was talking about and ask her to draw diagrams. Finally I'd ask her if she'd be open enough to use me as a prop to point out the anatomy she would be trying to explain. I'd reassure her that it's all in the name of education and I knew she'd agree. I'd slowly pull down my pants showing her the straining boner pressing against my white briefs. I'd slowly pull down the briefs letting my hard cock spring out, and take in her reaction as she'd look at it. I'd hold my cock at the base letting it become even more engorged and hard. We'd talk about my cock and I'd point out parts of the boner to her and tell her how it felt, and I'd take her hand and let her feel it. I'd tell her to explain to me the process of ejaculation and I'd move her hand slowly up and down my throbbing cock as she explained...

I realized I had not said anything to her for that split second because I had all those thoughts running my head.

My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I was so incredibly horny not only by seeing her body in that tight outfit of hers, but also by the opportunity the situation presented to me. I know I could pursue it. I know I could do it. I know I could fulfill my fantasy. 

I also realized that my intention had always been just to tease my fantasy. I know I could never have my fantasy because I am married. I had always meant to walk down the main street and talk with another person for a few minutes to give myself a snippet of what I truly wanted. I knew that this was the moment at which I needed to bid her a farewell and leave, keeping with me the memory of our interaction and the fantasy which I'd develop from our meeting.



An Older Woman's Mysteries



Our physical difference was striking.

I'm a brute—at least I look like one. Over six feet, with broad shoulders and thick legs, I dwarfed her barely five foot frame. Where I loom, all burliness and beard and full, round ass, she receded, her thin arms and legs topped by a spindly bottom and slightly sunken cheeks that were the most obvious sign of her fifty-nine years. Seen together, we'd look like a mother and her overgrown son—someone in the building trade, perhaps. But we were never seen by other people—our entire relationship was founded on secrets, from the world and from each other.

We met online, of course, that invaluable place of secret lives and secret desires for people who needed them. You're on the site now, so you know—anyone can find a match, no matter what the stipulations. For me, it wasn't overly specific. I slotted myself in the "dom" check-box but explained further how open I was to others' needs. I suppose I'm not unusual in this world—a lonely man in middle age, looking for furtive contact to numb the pain of a life turned sour and painful.

Her needs were more focused. While she, too, has picked a box (the "sub" and her age piqued my interest, as did her location, a mere half hour drive from my Portland apartment), she, too, had more to say about what she wanted. Her description hinted at such—but in oblique terms with the promise of more should prospective suitors ask, and answer, the right questions. After a month of intermittent and escalating messages, I passed the test. Somehow. As I said—secrets.

When she decided—and up 'til a specific point in each encounter, she decided most things—we bypassed much of the online safety protocols everyone advises you to follow. She was no-nonsense like that—once she decided what she wanted to happen, she didn't waste time. As for me—nursing a broken heart, a constant hangover, and mounting depression—I just didn't much care what happened to me.

She cared more about her safety—and her secrecy—but she was also pragmatic about the risks involved in arranging to meet a strange man for...what she wanted. Plus, there were elements to her needs that could only be fulfilled by allowing that stranger (me) to invade her life to a dangerous degree. And so she told me where she lived.

She told me the layout of her yard, her home, her bedroom. She enumerated potential obstacles to my ingress, and possible dangers to being spotted. She didn't tell me much about herself—except that she lived alone in that small, cozy house with the concealing hedge. And I didn't press her for more—I knew what was expected of me, and that was a lot to take in. The controlled terseness of her emails didn't invite further probing and, in fact, carried the implicit admonition that such curiosity would queer the arrangement before it began. And so I held my tongue.

When the day came, we finalized our carefully agreed-upon conditions and limits (most were hers, as made sense). We set the time, and both printed out our agreement. I took the precaution of saving her messages in a separate email as well—her fears were real, but so were mine—and then I waited for the appointed hour. Late—midnight. Her decision as well. And then we did what we had agreed upon.

I knocked on her back door. She answered it, with a convincingly assumed sleepy wariness. I forced my way in past the crack she'd allowed to see through and then I simply overwhelmed her tiny body, my bulk and assurance and—yes—brutality having her on her back on her kitchen floor in an instant. My hand on her mouth replaced immediately with the soft, cloth gag I'd been instructed to use and tied behind her grey-blonde hair tightly once I'd flipped her roughly onto her stomach. Her pale, thin legs kicked frailly from under the terrycloth robe she wore, her blameless white nightgown revealed in her struggles. I stripped the soft cloth belt from the rope and bound her skinny wrists behind her, wrenching them and wrenching a shocked cry of pain from inside her gagged mouth. Then her ankles, pinned against the floor and bound together with a strip of cloth conveniently left draped over a kitchen chair. I flipped her over—hard—onto her back again then and let her see my face—for the first time. No blindfold, she'd ordered, and when our eyes met, her look of fear and undignified helplessness was real enough to make me falter, just for a moment.

But everything was just as we had planned—to the last detail—so it continued.

I had her draped struggling over my shoulder in an instant—I must have outweighed her by a hundred pounds of more. And then I strode purposefully to where I knew her bedroom to be and threw her down on her clean, made bed, hard on her back. The knife then—unfolded to reveal a long, partly-serrated blade. Bought to her specifications. Denuding her was a hacking, brutal affair—fast, and crude, shredding her robe, her gown, the grey, unassuming panties in irregular pieces, stripped away in chunks, leaving jagged strips hanging from beneath the bonds of her wrists and ankles. She struggled throughout, subdued only by the implied threat of the knife, her mewling cries of outrage and anger steady and insistent. Once she was stripped to tatters, I stood, and surveyed my captive.

She was—a nearly sixty year old woman. Pale, thin-looking flesh, puckered with a lifetime's surgical scars and spots. Small tits slid down slackly into her armpits, her movements making their deflated little form shake piteously. Her pussy was a sparse, uncombed thatch of dingy brown. Small blue veins pulsed at her throat, her thighs. Puckers and moles, and wrinkles. I stood, stunned and as hard as I'd ever been in my life.

I'd never seen anything so moving—and arousing.

I stood and watched her struggled and listened to her moans muffled and pleading, and watched the red flush of her efforts and her humiliation spread over her chest and face. And then, deliberately, I undressed.

The sight of me undressing—and no doubt that of my relative massiveness to her—caused her to renew her struggles and her cries. I took my time, letting my size—"burly" would best describe it—fill her fear. When my cock—not enormous, but enormously engorged, finally came into her view, she began to scream. I let her—the thickness of the gag and her house's relative isolation making her protests irrelevant. And then I got to work.

Knifing away the cloth bonds at her ankles, I deftly retied them singly to the feet of her bed, my large hands fully encircling her birdlike shins. Her legs splayed open and her arms bound behind her, her utter helplessness seemingly registers in her with complete finality and she thrashes wildly, her sad, little breasts flapping against her ribs. There are tears in her eyes now as they seek mine out, the pleading therein as eloquent as they are useless. When I kneel before her prostrate little body and thrust my head an inch from the forcibly-parted pink of her cunt, she freezes.

And then I go down on her for hours.

I follow my role to the carefully-worded letter—teasing maddeningly, for so long I feel my cock will split itself with lust—until finally allowing my tongue meaningful purchase on her wrinkled little lips, inside her tiny cunt. When the teasing has gone on for even longer than I thought possible to endure—for either of us—only then do I flick the emergent rose bud of her clit, and watch amazed as her pussy contracts with a visible series of spasms, drenching her already glistening lips and ass with slickness. She thrashes and outright screams then—the pent war within her lost in one final instant of degraded ecstasy.

The sound was unlike anything I have ever heard.

Then, as agreed, she was my plaything. I raped her cunt first where it lay, squelching in a puddle of its own guilty juices—but only after allowing my impossibly hard cock to stroke first against her engorged clit, eliciting another orgasm announced by the most gloriously defeated moan. I looked into her eyes, forcing her face to see mine as I raped her, and saw the tears there, and the shame. I untied her ankles then and, my come still swamping her tiny pussy, rolled her onto her side. She drew up her knees to her fluttering little chest and I—hard again with shocking readiness—fucked her from the side, my thickness finding ingress easier into her tininess only because of our mixed and wanton juices. Throughout the rest of the night, I took her some five times, finishing off with a violation of her creased, puckered little anus. With every endless stroke on her helpless little form, I felt bigger and bigger—my already generous bulk seeming to swell and dwarf her further. And throughout, she stared ahead, when her eyes were open and not clenched tight in shame, eyes swimming with tears, or simply blank. When I entered her ass, she struggled and cried, but her efforts now came from far away. When I finally came inside her asshole, I cried out in exhausted ecstasy and collapsed to the floor beside her. The sun was coming up. I had to leave—that was our agreement.

I took up the knife where it had been forgotten hours before and sliced through the sweat-soaked cloth at her wrists. Freed, her slack, thin arms flopped to the bed. Again, she curled herself into a fetal position. I left her soaked gag in place and slowly dressed myself, watching her tiny body breathe slowly the entire time, seeing my come seeping from her ass and her pussy. She remained still until I reached out and stoked her spindly haunch, at which point, she curled into herself further. I watched for another long moment and then, seeing the sun almost risen, I went out the door I'd come in, found my truck parked two streets over, and drove home.

I showered, wincing at the soreness, and checked my computer. As agreed, the one message: "Yes."

We met again six more times over the next year. Each time a variant of the first, each unique in its own way. All thoroughly satisfying—for me at least. We never spoke in person and, apart from that one word, "Yes," we never wrote about what we'd done, except for a few minor adjustments to her stipulations. (She eventually told me to rape her mouth as well.) The most exquisite image I have of the myriad from our seven nights, is of her tiny body, arms bound as ever behind her, perched straddling my face as I hold her upright atop me. I pull her slim hips with their slack, seemingly-muscle-less thighs down into my mouth and she pleads to be released through her gag as I drive her to another outraged, humiliated release of her own. And then, defeated, she surrenders in shamed limpness as my toy—until the sun comes up.

I never asked her why. Why this specific fantasy? What did it mean? After she answered our last encounter with the single word, "No," her profile from this site disappeared, and so did she. I thought of her often, but never—ever—even drove past her house. The agreement had been made, and I, for all my dark fantasies, am an honorable man. The agreement was deleted, the single clue to who she was that she chose our specific fantasy echoing in my mind, the first line she wrote once she'd chosen me:

"Make me betray myself."