0 comments/ 86076 views/ 1 favorites My Path to Pleasure Ch. 01 By: Van999 Your comments are welcome! Also, please vote. Thanks! As I looked out the window at the young couple frolicking in the pool, a strange feeling swept over me - maybe it was a result of some long forgotten incident from my youth, or maybe some memory of being young and in love... and so innocent. They were standing waist deep in the water, splashing and giggling like little kids. I sighed. They looked like such a lovely couple, Rob, tall and tanned and athletic, his chest and arms well developed from four years of high school football. His girlfriend, Karen, petite and well proportioned, with slim hips and little round breasts that still filled out her bikini top nicely, and a pretty face with sparkling eyes and a perpetual smile I turned from the window and stared into the mirror in the hallway. How much things change, and how much they stay the same. I certainly wasn't nineteen anymore, but I didn't feel thirty-four either. In many ways, I was satisfied with the image staring back at me from the mirror. Dark black hair without a trace of gray. A face that remained smooth and wrinkle-free. Large, full breasts and a waist kept thin by exercise and a strict diet. And how many thirty-four year old women, I thought to myself, can still wear the same clothes they wore in college? There was more laughter from the backyard and couldn't resist peeking out again. Rob was parading around in the water, his girlfriend riding on his shoulders. He was nineteen and a freshman at the local college. His girlfriend, Karen, who I hadn't met before today, was a freshman there also. I realized how fortunate I'd been to find Rob. After my worthless piece of crap husband had run out six months ago, on the advice of a neighbor I'd hired Rob to help me get the yard back into shape and get the pool ready for the summer. My house was only four blocks from the campus, so he was able to come by almost every weekend and sometimes during the week. My husband had always taken care of the pool, and I had no clue what all the pumps and pipes and filters and chemicals were for, much yet how to make them work. Rob took it upon himself to figure it all out. I'd given him a standing invitation to use the pool whenever he wanted, and he'd called me earlier in the day to ask if he and his girlfriend might stop by. I watched as he flipped Karen off his back and they stood facing each other in shoulder deep water, her wet blonde hair stringing across her face. Abruptly, their laughing stopped, and they became still and quiet and serious, staring intently into each other's eyes. I watched as their heads came slowly together, and their lips met, and their hands disappeared under the water. I'm not sure what came over me then, it was sort of a melancholy feeling, a feeling of opportunities lost, or maybe it was just the fact that it had been so long since I'd been with a man, but watching them in the water, I realized I was becoming aroused. My hand lifted the front of my skirt and slid inside my panties. As I watched the two young lovers making out in the water, I ran my finger in little gentle circles around my clitoris, then harder and faster until I felt the tingle forming, and the tingle expanded outward from my pussy, stronger and stronger, and I let out a long, low whimper and my entire body began to tremble as the powerful orgasm swept through me. Savor these happy moments while you can, kids, I thought to myself, because you don't know when they'll be lost. Because maybe your husband won't be fertile, and you'll learn to accept the fact you won't have any kids with him, and when you've finally learned to live with that, you'll be thirty-four years old and one morning you'll wake up and discover your husband has run off with a young thing from work and that everything you've spent a lifetime building has suddenly gone to hell. And all you'll have left are the memories. ***** I was upstairs when I heard the back door open about a half an hour later. "Thanks, Deb," Rob's voice called out, "Thanks for letting us use the pool." "Wait, do you have a minute?" I yelled down, "I need to find out when you can work this summer." I could call him later, I knew, but I just wanted to see them, to talk to them, to somehow share in their innocence, in their joy, to be part of their youthful explorations. "Sit down in the living room for a minute and I'll get you some iced tea," I said. They'd changed out of their swimsuits. Rob had on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and Karen wore shorts and a tank top that hugged tightly to the contours of her breasts, leaving her trim little stomach exposed. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Withrow," Karen said when I returned with the drinks. They were sitting on the couch in the living room. I took a seat on the chair across from them. "Deb," I said, "call me Deb." Karen giggled. "Thank you so much... Deb," she said. As we discussed Rob's schedule, Karen occasionally looked at him and smiled. I looked back and forth between them. "You guys really like each other, don't you?" I asked. A small blush formed on Karen's face. Rob looked at her and smiled. "I guess," Karen answered in a soft voice, "I guess we do." She looked up at Rob, as if seeking verification, as if seeking to make sure he felt the same. "Uh, uh, yes. Uh, I do. I mean, I do, too," he mumbled. "You've got a good guy here," I said, looking at Karen, "If you ever want to trade him in, let me know." Karen giggled again and her blush deepened. "I saw you two in the pool," I said, "it certainly seemed like you like each other." "You mean, when we were..." Karen said, her voice dropping off. "Kissing? Making out? Yes, I watched," I said, "Don't be embarrassed. You're a beautiful couple. I saw you kissing, but I want to know what was going on under the water where I couldn't see?" I asked with a laugh. Now Rob was blushing too. "Uh, nothing," he said, "just maybe...touching." I looked back and forth between them and an image suddenly popped into my head; I saw their young bodies together, naked, sweaty, making passionate love. The thought caused a little tingle between my legs. "How long have you been going together?" I asked. "About four months," Karen said, "I mean we've known each other longer than that. But four months since we knew..." "Knew you were in love?" I asked, finishing her sentence. They both nodded. "I remember when I was nineteen and in love," I said, "it's a wonderful feeling. Everything you do together is new and exciting. You're like explorers, discovering new things, new feelings, each touch is a new discovery. And when you have sex..." I paused and felt a slight blush come to my face. Maybe I'd gone too far with my long-ago memories. I looked at them. "I mean, I assume in this day and age... that you've...done it." They looked at each other briefly, as if not sure how to respond. Then Karen looked at me and nodded. "Is he a good lover?" I asked. "Yes, he's great," Karen said with a little giggle. "The most important thing is to communicate," I said, "to tell each other what you want, what you need." "We try to," Karen said, "I mean, we tell each other what feels good." Rob nodded in agreement. "Do you take your time, Rob? Women need a little more... warming up than men." "I try," he answered, "but it's difficult with roommates popping in and out all them time. "Plus," he continued, "we have to make sure there's no one near because..." He paused and looked at Karen. "Because why?" I asked. "Because sometimes Karen's a little...you know, a little...loud." Karen put her hand over her mouth and giggled again. "I just can't help it," she said, "I get excited and sort of...lose it." I looked back and forth between them and had the vision of them frantically making love in a narrow dorm room bed, afraid a roommate would suddenly come in, afraid someone passing in the hall might overhear their sounds of pleasure. "I have an idea," I said, "Whenever you get the urge, you can come here. This could be your secret hideaway, your private love nest. You could take as long as you want and make as much noise as you want." Karen began to shake her head. "Look," I continued, "There are two extra bedrooms upstairs, and Lord knows this house could use a little love in it." They looked at each other as if considering my proposition. "You could even borrow my toys," I said. "Toys?" Karen asked with a confused expression on her face. "Oh, you mean... those kind of toys," she said with a giggle. Rob looked at her blankly. "She means...sex toys," Karen whispered, "You know, like vibrators and stuff." "Oh, I get it," he said, "like plastic...ones." "Yes," I laughed, "like plastic ones. Like big plastic penises." Karen giggled and Rob blushed. "As a matter of fact," I said, "you can take some with you now. I've got more than I'll ever use. Wait, I'll show you." I ran upstairs and pulled the box down from the closet shelf in my bedroom and carried it back to the living room. I placed the box on the coffee table in front of them. "Before I open it," I said, "I'll tell you where they came from so you won't think I'm some weirdo. They're all from my piece of crap ex. Most husbands get their wives flowers or candy for Valentine's Day, but every year he'd show up with one of these. I guess he got some kind of strange thrill out of it. I was surprised he didn't take them with him when he ran off." "Oh, my God!" Karen exclaimed when she peered inside, "Oh, my God!" In the box were at least a dozen vibrators of all shapes and sizes, a few still in their original wrapping. Karen reached down and tentatively touched one with her finger, as if it might jump up and bite her. It was a thin metallic-silver vibrator, maybe six inches long. She picked it up. "Twist the base of it," I said. "Eeeek!" she cried out as the vibrator began to buzz. It dropped from her hand and fell to the floor. "Sorry," she said with a sheepish grin as she picked it up, "it startled me." She switched it off and placed it on the table. Reaching into the box again, she withdrew a molded rubber dildo, holding it gingerly between her thumb and forefinger as if it were alive. She held it up in front of Rob. "It sure looks real, and it's almost as big as yours," she giggled. Rob blushed. "Does this one buzz, too?" "Push in at the base," I answered. She turned it on and held the tip of it against her palm. "It tickles." "Wait until you put it where it's supposed to go and see how much it tickles," I said with a laugh. Karen giggled and placed it on the table. "And what about this one?" she asked, "why's it look so funny?" "That one goes in... the other hole." Rob's mouth dropped open. "You mean... in the back? That hole?" "Yes, in your butt," I answered, "want to try it?" I asked with a smile. Rob frowned and shook his head. "Not right now, thank you," he said politely. Karen pulled out an unopened box. "Can I?" she asked. I nodded and Karen ripped it open. "Oh, my God!" she exclaimed. It was a lifelike molded rubber dildo, complete with veins bulging out from its surface, realistic in all aspects except one - its size. It was huge, at least a foot long and probably three inches in diameter. She held it in both hands, as if weighing it. "I just can't imagine..." she said, shaking her head, "I just can't imagine that anyone could...really...use this." Karen opened her mouth wide and brought the dildo to her lips. "Nope," she said, "won't fit there." Realizing that Rob and I were both staring at her, Karen lowered the dildo and let out a little embarrassed laugh. "Whoops," she said, a blush coming to her face. Like a little girl opening birthday presents, Karen continued her search through the box. "What in the world...?" Karen held up a brightly colored plastic device with cloth straps hanging from it. It was in the shape of a butterfly, but with a two-inch penis shaped protrusion extending out one side. "Here, give it to me, I'll show you," I said, "It's a remote control vibrator. You insert the sticky-out part inside you here," I said, pointing between my legs, "then you fasten the straps around your hips to hold it in place. When it's in place, this plastic wing rests against your, you know, your sensitive spot, your clitoris. Look in the box for a little oblong thing the same color as this." Karen found it and held it up. "That's the remote control switch." Rob leaned forward, his eyes wide open. "Wow," he exclaimed, "like a radio controlled car! What will they think of next?" I leaned forward and reached in the box. "And here's one for the guys," I said, holding up a large plastic ring. "The batteries go in this side piece here, and of course, you can guess where the ring goes. So when you go someplace, like to a fancy restaurant, you put these things on, and you trade remote controls so you can secretly zap each other. Believe me, no matter how lousy the food is, you'll think it was the best meal you ever had." Rob and Karen looked at each other and burst out laughing, as if already imagining the possibilities. "Which is your favorite one, Mrs. Withrow... I mean Deb?" Karen asked. "I haven't looked at these in a long time," I answered, "I think I like the metallic ones best, though. They seem to... how can I put it? They seem to deliver a better tingle." I picked up the silver vibrator, and turning it on, ran it slowly up and down the side of my neck. "They're great stress relievers. Try it, Karen." "No, I couldn't," she said, blushing. "Rob, help her out. That gold one would be good." He reached down and picked it up. It was a little bit longer and thicker than the one I held. "Now Rob, start just behind her ear and sort of roll the side of it up and down the side of Karen's neck, the entire way to her shoulder." Rob twisted the base of the vibrator and leaned toward Karen. She giggled when it touched her neck, but as he rolled it up and down, pressing it against the muscles of her neck, she let out a long sigh. "Hey, that's not bad," she said with a soft giggle. "Now do the other side." Karen turned toward him and tipped her head to the side. He put the vibrator under the palm of his hand and slowly rolled it up and down. "Hmmm, that feels good," Karen sighed. "The back of the neck is good too," I said. I demonstrated, using the vibrator like a rolling pin, up and down against my neck. Roy did the same to Karen and she let out another long sigh. "So when your husband, I mean your ex-husband and you...did it, did you use the toys? Or did he give them to you so you could use them when you were alone" Karen asked as Rob continued massaging the back of her neck. "Sometimes we'd use them when we were together, but he also got a kick out of just watching me." "You mean, watching you play with the toys...by yourself?" "Yeah, that really turned him on," I said. "I don't understand," Karen said, "I mean, why would he just want to watch you do it, when he could, you know, do it for real with you?" "He would watch," I said, "and sometimes he'd play with himself while he watched, and sometimes he'd wait until I, you know, until I had my orgasm, then we'd make love." "I guess I just don't understand men. Would that excite you?" she asked, looking at Roy. Roy lowered his eyes and didn't answer. "Tell me, Roy, would that excite you, just watching me...do it?" There was a long pause, then Roy gave a little up and down nod. "Yes," he said, a little grin forming on his face, "it sure would." "Men are weird," Karen said, shaking her head. "Hey, wait until you've been married for twelve years," I said with a laugh, "then you'll know how weird they really are." As I rolled the vibrator against the base of my neck. I let out a long contented sigh. "Hey, I guess I'd better turn this thing off or I'll be rubbing it in places I shouldn't," I said. "We wouldn't mind," Roy said with a chuckle. I watched as Karen poked him in the ribs with her elbow. "You're just horny," she said. "What I meant was," he continued, "if, you know, you needed to...relax, it would be O.K. You shouldn't worry about us being here. Or if you want we can leave now, so you can be alone." "No, I don't want you to leave," I said, "I want you to stay here and keep this old divorcee company." I truly didn't want them to leave. I wasn't sure I fully understood why, maybe I was just going crazy from lack of love myself, but I wanted them to be together, here in my house. And more...I wanted them to make love. No, I thought, I didn't want them to make love, I wanted them to fuck. I wanted to see Rob's hard cock pumping in and out of Karen's pussy as their young bodies, naked and sweaty, pounded against each other. "When you were in the pool, standing so close together..." I said, then paused, almost losing my train of thought. "Yes?" Karen asked. "It reminded me of something, something when I was your age. Standing in the water with a boy..." They both looked at me, waiting for me to finish my thought. "Karen, did you play with his penis," I whispered. "Yes," she answered softly. "When you were playing," I continued, "Did you...finish? I mean, Roy, did you cum?" Roy blushed and after a pause, shook his head no. "Poor baby," I said, "Karen, he must really be in pain by now." Karen looked at him. "I think he'll survive," she said with a smile, "it's a non-fatal condition." Rob looked back at her and frowned. "And Rob... did you play with her? Did you play with her pussy under the water?" He blushed, then nodded his head. "And do you like that, Karen? When he plays with your pussy?" Karen nodded. "I like it a lot," she answered softly. "Why don't you guys kiss," I said, "I'd really like it if you'd kiss each other." "You mean now?" Karen asked, "Here? I'm not sure if we could in front of someone." "Try it," I said, "just a little kiss." They tentatively turned their heads toward each other and their lips met briefly. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" "But that wasn't a real kiss," Rob said. "O.K., try a real one." They looked at each other again and Karen gave her shoulders a little shrug, as if to say 'what the hell'. Rob leaned toward her, and putting his hand behind her head slowly drew her toward him. Their lips met, and I could see their mouths opening as they pressed together. A little humming moan came out of Karen's throat. Their actions were having a definite effect on me. Almost without thinking, I moved my left hand to the front of my blouse and undid two buttons. Cupping my hand over my breast, I slowly massaged it through the material of my bra. My right hand, still holding the vibrator, slipped down and I felt my legs parting slightly as I rested the humming vibrator on my lap, directly over my pussy. It was twenty or thirty seconds before they finally parted, the area around their lips red and glistening with saliva. Karen's face was slightly flushed. They stared at me as I continued to massage my breast, then their glances went lower, to the vibrator resting on my lap, my legs slightly parted, the bottom of my skirt riding up high on my thighs. "See, you can kiss in front of someone," I said, "and it didn't make any difference if I was here or not." "But it still makes me feel a little self-conscious," Karen said. "Pretend I'm not here then. Go ahead, kiss each other again." There was a long pause. Rob glanced down at my parted thighs, then turned and put his arms around her. Their mouths came together and they kissed again, their bodies pressed tight together, Karen's breasts flattened against Rob's chest. He put one hand on her lower back, on the bare skin beneath her tank top, and the other hand around her shoulder. Another little humming moan came from the back of Karen's throat as their mouths moved against each other. My Path to Pleasure Ch. 01 As I continued to watch them, it was almost as if I'd fallen into some kind of trance. I undid the rest of the buttons on my blouse and unfastened the clasp in the front of my bra, and with a shrug of my shoulders, the bra flew open, releasing my breasts from their confinement. My hand immediately went to my left breast and I began to pinch and pull at my hard nipple. I could hear Rob and Karen breathing hard, and they ended their kiss, as if needing to come up for air. They turned and looked at me as I continued to play with my nipple, twisting it between my fingers. The sides of my blouse had fallen open, exposing my breasts to their view. "That was good," I said, a slight tremble in my voice, "that was a good kiss." They stared at me, watching as I pulled on my nipple until my breast was stretched and distended outward. "What would you do next, if I weren't here?" I asked. There was a pause. "Karen, what would you do next?" "I can't...it's embarrassing to talk about," she said in a soft, stammering voice. "You don't have to be embarrassed with me," I said, "I really want you to tell me." My hand moved to my other breast, gently caressing the nipple. Roy's mouth hung open as he stared at me. "I guess next," Karen said, her voice almost a whisper, "I guess next Roy would take my top off, so he could, you know, play with my breasts." "Well?" I said, looking straight at Rob. There was another long pause. Rob looked at Karen, then at me, then back at Karen, then he reached out and slipped his fingers under the bottom of Karen's tank top and slowly slid it upwards. Karen assisted him by raising her arms over her head, allowing him to remove it completely. Karen blushed, and her arms immediately fell down across her breasts in an effort to cover them. Roy took her arms and slowly pulled them down to her waist. Karen's blush deepened and she closed her eyes. Her breasts were like little grapefruits protruding from her chest. They looked firm and their whiteness contrasted with the brown tan on the rest of her body. At the tip of each breast, a little nipple protruded from the center of a brownish-pink areola, each areola no more than an inch in diameter. Roy reached out and lightly touched her breasts, his fingers making little circles around her nipples. Karen let out a little whimpering sound. My fingers slipped from my own nipple and in an almost uncontrollable movement, I felt my left hand reaching down to slowly raise the hem of my skirt up to my waist. Roy stared at me, his hands still massaging Karen's breasts. I spread my legs apart and with my right hand I held the vibrator flat against my pussy. A little shiver went through my body as I felt the vibrations through the fabric of my panties. Karen's eyes opened and she looked at me as I rubbed the vibrator up and down. She whimpered softly then reached forward and put her hands behind Roy's head, drawing his head to her breasts. He circled his hands around the base of her left breast, and squeezing his hands together, made her breast bulge out, like a balloon about to burst. He opened his lips wide and covered her breast with his mouth. I could see the side of his cheeks moving in and out in a slow sucking motion. Karen's eyes fluttered shut and she moaned softly. Now, Roy moved to Karen's other breast, and as he sucked it deep into his mouth, I saw his head turn slightly until he was staring directly at me. I could almost feel his eyes on me as I pulled the front of my panties to one side and slowly ran the vibrator up and down the swollen lips of my pussy. By now, Karen's breaths were coming faster and little whimpering moans came out of her mouth as Roy continued to suck on her breasts. Then, I watched as Roy reached down and unfastened the button at the top of Karen's shorts. "Oh, my God," she moaned softly, "Oh, my God!" He slid her zipper down, and the two sides of her shorts fell open, exposing a pair of sheer red panties. I watched as his hand disappeared down their front. "Oh, my God!" Karen moaned again. Her whimpers came faster and louder. As Roy played with her pussy, he continued to stare at me intently, watching as I slid the tip of the vibrator between my pussy lips. Another little shiver shook through my body as I gently pushed it inside me. Roy turned toward Karen. Her eyes were still closed, and she continued making short little whimpering sounds. He slid his hands underneath the top of her pants and under her panties and began to slowly tug them down. Karen slid back on the sofa and raised her hips, allowing him to pull them off, allowing her body to be exposed, now totally naked. Her hips were slim, barely wider than her waist and her pubic hair was so light in color it looked as if her pussy was shaved. Roy spread her legs apart slightly and I had a clear view of her. Her pussy lips were red and swollen and glistened with the moisture of her juices. Roy placed the palm of his hand on her pussy and she let out another loud moan. "Oh, my God!" she exclaimed as he massaged her with his hand. Her breath was now coming in short little gasps and her whimpers, which before had been short and soft, had now turned into a loud, almost continuous moan, interrupted only by her short gasps for air. I watched as her eyes fluttered open. They had a glazed, far-away look to them, as if she was oblivious to her surroundings. Suddenly, she leaned forward and I watched as she grabbed Roy's t-shirt and roughly yanked it up and off his head. "Yes, baby, now!" she moaned, "Now, baby. I need you now." Her hands went to Roy's belt and she fumbled to unfasten it. Roy had to help her, then he leaned back and slid his shorts and briefs down off his hips, allowing his cock to spring free. I let out a loud, involuntary gasp. His cock was long and thick, with dark purple veins and a bulbous head that pointed straight toward the ceiling. Unconsciously, I pushed the vibrator deeper into my pussy. I watched as Karen suddenly got up on her knees, and threw one leg over Roy's body until she straddled him, her pussy gaping open inches above Roy's cock. She reached down and used her fingers to spread her pussy lips wide apart. Roy held his cock upright with his fist and I watched as Karen lowered herself onto his rigid pole. She let out a short, piercing scream as his entire cock slowly disappeared into her wet opening. With Roy fully inside her, their only motion was a slow circular movement of Karen's ass, as she ground deep against him. They remained like that for a minute, maybe two, then I watched as the muscles in Karen's thighs flexed and her body rose slowly up until only the head of Roy's cock remained inside her. And then she allowed her body to slide slowly back down, engulfing his cock once more. As I stroked the head of the vibrator up and down against my pussy lips, I saw that Rob had tilted his head slightly and as Karen's body moved slowly up and down, he was staring directly at me. I reached down and slipped my panties off, then gently rubbed the tip of the vibrator in little circles around my clitoris, all the while knowing that Rob's eyes were on me. Karen's motions had become faster, and now Rob's hips were thrusting up and down in rhythm with her motions, his cock glistening with her juices as it slid in and out of her cunt. Karen let out another sharp scream. Her breathing was now no more than a series of quick, deep gasps. With each stroke, she let out a loud, whimpering moan, her breasts jiggling up and down with her motions. As I watched their bodies pound together, my left hand caressed my breasts and I leaned back further on the chair. Spreading my legs wide, I alternated between rubbing the vibrator against my clit, and inserting it into deep inside me. Roy reached forward and cupped Karen's ass in his hands, guiding her body as it slammed up and down on his cock. He held her ass tightly, causing her asscheeks to spread wide apart, exposing her little puckered anus, and lower I could see the lips of her cunt stretched around his thick cock. I held the tip of the vibrator against my clit, and suddenly I felt a little tingle in my clit, and the tingle became stronger, and I felt a little shiver go through my body, then another shiver, stronger this time, and the tingle in my pussy became even more intense and I shut my eyes as I felt my entire body shaking violently as the orgasm spread through every part of me. As the last of the spasms flowed through my body. I opened my eyes and saw that Roy was still staring directly at me. Suddenly his head shook to the side and he let out a long, low grunting sound. "I think it's time, baby," he moaned. "Yes!" Karen screamed, "Cum now, baby! Cum in my cunt! Cum for me now, baby!" Roy moaned again, and I could see the white coating of cum form on Roy's cock as he spurted into her. Another long, grunting moan came from deep in his throat and his hips thrust harder against Karen. Suddenly, Karen's head flew back and a sharp, piercing scream came out of her mouth and I could see a shudder go through her body. She screamed again as Roy emptied his balls deep inside her, her hips pounding up and down against him. Then, gradually, she slowed her furious up and down motion until her body rested motionlessly on his, his spent cock still deep in her cunt. They remained like that for a long time, maybe a minute, maybe two, until Karen raised her body up, allowing Rob's now flaccid cock to slip out of her and fall limply onto his stomach. She collapsed onto the couch beside him, her legs spread open, her pussy lips wet and swollen. I watched as a little puddle of cum formed at the base of her pussy and dribbled down toward her ass. She sighed and looked at me, and I realized my legs were also spread wide, my pussy lips red and swollen like hers. She smiled at me and I smiled back. End of Chapter One My Path to Pleasure Ch. 02 After that first day, Rob and Karen came to my house frequently. I'd shown them which bedroom they could use, and sometimes they'd call ahead, but frequently they'd show up unannounced, and without much being said between us, they'd head upstairs. Most of the time I'd leave them alone, my satisfaction coming from simply hearing the sounds of their lovemaking drift through the otherwise lonely house. But several times, I opened the door to the bedroom and stood in the doorway, silently watching them, watching as their young bodies performed the act of love. And sometimes I would reach my hand down and play with my pussy as I watched, and sometimes I was content just to stand and observe, as if vicariously participating in their lovemaking. And once, I greeted them at the door and invited them inside, and after taking a few steps into the living room, Karen unzipped Roy's pants and pulled them down, and there, in front of me, she knelt and put her fist around his hard cock, and took it into her mouth and sucked him off. His entire body trembled as he spurted into her mouth, and I watched as his cum seeped out from between her lips and dribbled down her chin. They allowed me to watch; maybe because they knew that was the price they had to pay, like rent, for the use of my house. Or maybe they got a thrill out of knowing I was watching them, knowing that someone was getting off as they made love. I didn't know which. And, I guess, it really didn't matter. Either way, I was glad they were here; glad they had come into my life. ***** I peeked through the window at them as they worked. It was a hot day, and all four of the boys had taken off their shirts as they refinished the wooden fence that surrounded my backyard. I knew Rob had played football in high school, and I couldn't help but notice the athletic build of his friends, too. Their bodies were well developed, and I suspected they were either serious athletes or into some kind of weight training. As I watched their youthful bodies bending and stretching, their stomachs flat and tight, their biceps flexing as they reached up with their brushes, I suddenly had a vision of my ex - a vision of his paunchy belly and balding head, and I let out a long, uncontrollable sigh. Ah, to be young again, I thought to myself. Refinishing the fence was a massive job, and I was thankful Rob had offered to take care of it. He'd talked three of his college friends into helping out, and after six hours of work, it looked like they were finally finishing up. Even though I was paying them a good hourly rate, Rob and his friends would cost me a fraction of what a contractor would charge. They were doing their final cleanup when I walked out back. "Why don't you guys jump in the pool to cool off and maybe clean up a little?" I said, "You're covered with sweat and it looks like you got as much of that stuff on you as you put on the fence." All four of them glanced longingly at the pool. "We didn't bring any suits," Rob said, shrugging his shoulders. Two of them were wearing shorts, which wouldn't have been a problem to swim in, but two had on long pants, which would certainly be a little uncomfortable in the water. "Just go in your underwear. No one will see you, that's what the fence is for. And I promise I won't look," I said with a laugh. They glanced back and forth at each other, as if debating whether to accept my offer. Roy shrugged his shoulders again. "Hey, what the hell," he said with a grin, "Let's go swimming, guys." ***** I couldn't help but occasionally peer down at the pool from the upstairs window. Rob had introduced them to me earlier, but I didn't remember all their names. Was it John, Mark and Fred? If so, I couldn't remember which was which. One was tall, standing at least a head above the other three. The second had bright red hair and was about the same height and build as Rob, and the third was shorter and a little stockier, with a thick, muscular neck like you see so many times on football players. They'd found a beach ball in the garage, and I watched as one of them would throw the ball, and another would leap off the diving board, attempting to catch it in midair. Two briefs and two boxers, I thought to myself with a smile. The wet underwear clung to their bodies, outlining the shape of their penises and hugging against their balls. As I stared at them, I suddenly let out a little giggle, thinking about the absurdity of the entire scene. Here I was, a thirty-four year old woman looking down at four nineteen-year-old boys in their underwear, longingly trying to imagine what was under their shorts. I giggled again and stepped away from the window. ***** "Iced tea anyone?" I called out from the back door. I put the tray with the pitcher and four glasses on the wicker table beside the pool and turned to go back inside. "Deb, wait," Rob said. I stopped. "You know," he continued, standing shoulder deep in the water, "I've done all this work getting the pool up and going and I've never seen you use it. Why don't you join use?" "No, you guys wouldn't..." "Come on, Mrs. Withrow," one of them interrupted, "the water's perfect." "So what, you want me to get in a pool with four guys in their underwear?" I said with a laugh, "that might be dangerous." "Hey, maybe they just want to see how you look in a swimsuit," Roy chuckled. "You guys must be really desperate," I said. "I'm not, I've got my girlfriend. But Fred here," Roy said, pointing to the tall boy beside him, "he hasn't had a date in years. He's forgotten what a woman looks like." "No way!" Fred shouted and began splashing Rob. "Seriously, feel free to join us," Roy continued, "After all, it's your pool." I looked down at the four of them standing in the water, four pairs of young innocent eyes looking up at me, and I thought of how I'd felt watching them as they worked on the fence, their bodies fit and strong, and I felt a little unexplainable tremble go through my body. Then I imagined myself standing there in my swimsuit. What would they think? Would they just see me as the lady who hired them to paint the fence, or would they see something else? Would they see something desirable? "I'll consider joining you. If I do, one or two piece?" I said with a laugh. They stared at me, a confused look on their faces. "The suit," I said, "one or two pieces?" "Oh, wait a second," Roy said with a grin. They looked at each other, whispering back and forth. "We've taken a vote and the majority says two pieces," Roy laughed. "You guys are crazy," I said as I turned and went inside. ***** I stood in front of the mirror. Not too bad for thirty-four, I thought to myself. The bikini top cupped and supported my full breasts, and the bottom hugged tight against the roundness of my hips. Suddenly, I remembered a trip my ex and I had taken to Las Vegas. It must have been at least ten years ago. He'd bought me a bikini, which to his disappointment, I'd refused to wear in public. I wonder if it's still around, I thought to myself. I dug through the dresser and found it. It was purple, and very tiny. I smiled, imagining what the boys' reaction might be if I wore it to the pool. Just for fun, I pulled off the bikini I was wearing and slipped into it. I looked in the mirror and laughed, knowing I couldn't possibly wear it. Two little triangles of fabric did little more than cover the aureoles of my breasts, and the bottom was a thong, the front nothing more than a two-inch wide strip of material which barely covered my pussy, and the back a thin sliver of fabric that seated itself deep in the valley between my asscheeks. I began to take it off, but for some reason I paused and thought of the boys at the pool. I could hear their shouts as they played in the water. So what, I thought, so what if I wore it? Maybe it would give the boys a little thrill. Or maybe not. I was confused, not quite sure what to do. But then I realized one thing; maybe they'd like it, maybe they'd think I was crazy, but wearing such a revealing outfit in front of them would give me a thrill. And was there anything wrong with that, I thought to myself. I made up my mind. What the hell, I said as I headed downstairs. ***** "Holy shit!" one of them hissed as I came out the back door. They were standing in the water, and I felt all four pairs of eyes turning toward me. "Come out and get some iced tea before it gets warm," I said. I poured myself a glass and sat down in a lounge chair. "But we're still in our..." Rob started. "Don't worry. I promise I won't stare," I interrupted with a laugh. Roy was the first one out. He plopped down in one of the chairs facing mine. The other three followed and pulled up their chairs beside Rob's. "Deb," Rob said, "what a great suit. You look magnificent." I could feel myself blush. "Well, thank you, Rob," I said, "I was afraid the suit might be a little to... to risqué." "No, not at all," Fred, the tall one added, "It looks perfect on you. You have a great body for..." "For someone so old?" I interrupted. "No, for anyone. I mean, a body for anyone," he stammered, "I mean, a really sexy body, a really sexy suit." Fred blushed. "Well, thank you," I said, "My ex bought the suit for me a long time ago, and I've never had a chance to wear it." "That was his loss," Rob said. "Well, I did wear it a couple of times," I said "But you said..." Fred began. "I meant, I've never worn it in public. He made me put in on for him... in the bedroom." "You have a swimming pool in the bedroom?" the red headed boy asked with a laugh. I smiled back at him. "Oh, I get it! He didn't have swimming in mind," the boy continued, giving me an exaggerated wink. "No, he didn't have swimming in mind," I laughed. "And I'll bet you didn't have it on for long," he continued, "I mean, if I were him..." The boy's voice trailed off as if he was embarrassed to finish the sentence. A blush crept over his face. "You'd what?" I asked with a smile. "Uh, nothing," he said in a broken voice, "it's just that you're so... so attractive. I mean, seeing you in that suit and all, would be enough to... you know, to turn any man on." "Including you?" I asked with a smile. In a strange way, I was enjoying his obvious embarrassment. His blush deepened and the other boys glanced at him, waiting for his answer. There was a pause. "Yeah," he said softly, "Me too." I saw the stocky boy beside him nod his head in agreement. "Wow! You guys are great. I'll have to invite you here more often," I said with a smile, "I've gotten more compliments today than I've had in the last year." "Get some iced tea, guys," I said, pointing to the pitcher on the table. There was a long pause and none of them moved. I looked at them and they stared back at me with sheepish, embarrassed expressions on their faces. "What?" I asked, confused. They all were blushing slightly. The red head glanced down at his lap momentarily and I realized the reason for their embarrassment. I looked back and forth between the four of them, sitting in front of me in their underwear, their legs crossed and their hands resting on their laps. I suddenly realized how much I was enjoying the situation. Here were four guys sitting in front of me, afraid to stand because they were embarrassed to expose their hardons. I couldn't help myself - I burst out laughing. "O.K., stay there, guys," I said, still laughing, "stay there and I'll bring you your tea." I stood and handed Roy a glass, then leaned down to fill it from the pitcher. I realized my breasts were dangling down in front of him, covered only by the little triangular pouches of the bikini. The stocky kid was next. He held his glass up and as I filled it, out of the corner of my eye I could see the other three boys staring at me. His eyes moved to my breasts swaying in front of him, but when I glanced up at his face, he averted his eyes, as if embarrassed that I'd caught him looking. The red headed boy was next. He had his legs crossed and one arm rested on his lap. I handed him a glass and he held it up. I couldn't help myself. As I leaned forward to fill his glass, I tipped the pitcher, missing his glass completely and watched as the cold tea and ice cubes splashed onto his lap. "Fuck!" he cried out loudly. He raised his arm in surprise and I could see the tent in his underwear, his penis, hard and erect, pushing up underneath it. "Oh, I'm so sorry," I said, "Here, let me help." I reached down and brought my hand to his crotch, brushing the ice cubes off his lap, my hand rubbing against his erection through the fabric of his shorts. "Hmmm," I said with a smile, "what do we have here?" He let out a little embarrassed groan, then brought his arm down to cover himself again. I filled his glass and moved to the tall boy. As I poured the tea, I looked down at his lap, his erection causing the front of his boxer shorts to bulge out from his body. "And you too," I said, "You guys have got to get some girlfriends." For some reason, I reached down and patted the front of his shorts, like you'd pat a dog on the head, causing his erection to spring up and down. He blushed and let out a little groan, then turned his face away, as if embarrassed. As I sat down in my lounge chair, I suddenly realized I was enjoying myself immensely. Here were four boys sitting in front of me, their erections threatening to poke through their underwear - erections I'd caused. A vision entered my head and I imagined the four of them naked, their erect cocks pointing toward the sky. And more...I imagined what it would be like to be with them, to feel them inside me, to make love to them, their bodies so young and fit. And then another vision entered my head, the vision of my ex-husband. I'd been faithful to him through twelve years of marriage, right up to the day he'd announced he was leaving me for some woman he'd met at work. The first few months had been the toughest. I rarely left the house and I found myself breaking down in tears several times a day. I'm not sure why I'd felt such a deep sadness. Looking back, our marriage hadn't been that great. He drank too much. He partied too much. And I knew he cheated on me. Our sex life hadn't been that great, either. Maybe that had been partially my fault, I don't know, but our sex mainly consisted of him coming home drunk in the middle of the night and crawling on top of my sleeping body, thrusting himself inside of me like I was nothing more than a receptacle to empty his balls into. Two or three minutes of sweaty grunting and it was all over. In the last year of our marriage, I don't think I'd had a single orgasm with him. Now, six months later, it slowly began to dawn on me that I was allowing myself to wallow in self-pity. Maybe it was just a coincidence, but it was soon after I met Rob and Karen that I finally made the decision to forget about the past and move on with my life. It had been six months since I'd been with a man, and maybe it was nothing more than some primeval urge, but I knew I'd been long enough without sex. I knew I needed it and I knew it was up to me to make it happen. Life is a series of decisions. Big decisions, little decisions - we make them every hour of every day. Some decisions are well thought, others are unplanned, spur of the moment choices. But all decisions have consequences. As I glanced from boy to boy I made a decision. For better or for worse, for good or for bad, I made a choice, the consequences unknown... "I had a dream last night," I said softly, looking from boy to boy, "Not just last night, to be precise, it's been a recurring dream." They looked at me with puzzled expressions on the faces, waiting for me to continue. For some reason, I brought my hand up and absent-mindedly let my finger stroke lightly back and forth across my lower neck, then a little lower, until my finger was making little back and forth strokes at the point where my breasts began to swell out from my chest. "In the dream," I continued, "I'm on a bed. I'm on my bed. I'm naked, lying on my back. And my hands are tied behind me. And I can't see because there's a silk scarf tied tightly around my head, covering my eyes." My finger moved slightly lower, and it was now making little circles on my breasts just an inch or two above the tiny patch of material of my bikini top. The boys stared at me in rapt attention, their eyes wide open. "And I'm lying there, unable to see, when I suddenly hear the bedroom door open. There are footsteps, and I know there is someone there. A man. And in the dream, I'm excited and aroused even though I know I'm helpless and I know the man can do whatever he wants to me and I'll be unable to stop him." The tall boy's jaw dropped open. The four of them sat motionlessly, staring at me. "When I awake from the dream," I continued, "I'm drenched in sweat and my body is trembling. And when I realize it was only a dream, a sense of disappointment sweeps over my body." Now, my finger was stroking slowly across the front of one breast at the point where it disappeared under the top of my bikini. As I sat there in the bright sunlight, the four boys looking at me, I felt almost as if I had gone into some sort of trance, like I was no longer in control of what I was saying, of what I was doing. I slowly stood and turned toward the house. "Roy, come with me," I said. The harsh tone of my voice made the words sound like a command. He looked up at me, confused. "Come with me!" I repeated, louder this time. He stood. His expression had changed from one of confusion to one of fear, as if I intended to lead him to his doom. He followed behind me as I went inside. I slowly went up the stairs, knowing that behind me, Roy would have a clear view of my ass, covered only by the thin strip of cloth sitting deep between my asscheeks. In my bedroom, I opened the dresser drawer. "Here, take this," I said, handing him a blue silk scarf and turning my back to him, "I want you to tie my hands together." "But I couldn't..." "Just do it!" I interrupted. He gave a sheepish little groan and knotted the scarf after wrapping it several times around my wrists. I turned to face him. My position, with my arms behind me, caused my breasts to jut out toward him as he stood in front of me. He glanced down at them and blushed, then glanced away. The bulge in the front of his shorts was bigger than ever. "Now, take the pink scarf and fold it several times, then tie it around my head like a blindfold," I said. He folded the scarf and put it around my head. "Make sure it's tied tightly so it won't come off," I told him. Now I was blind, unable to see. I inched my way across the room until my legs touched the bed. Falling backward, I wiggled to the center of the bed, my arms pinned underneath my body. "Roy, listen to what I have to say. I want you to go downstairs and tell the other boys where I am. Tell them about the scarves. I'll wait here for half an hour. If any of you want to come upstairs, you may. If none of you want to come up, I'll understand. If you all decide to leave, that's O.K., I'll find a way to get the scarf undone. Do you understand?" There was a long pause. "Yes," he answered softly. Then there was silence. Was he looking at me? Was he deciding what he would do? I knew he was there, standing near the bed, watching me. "Go," I said, "go tell them." There was no reply, but I heard his footsteps as he left the room, closing the door behind him. One minute went by. Then two. I felt my heart begin to beat faster. When Roy explained to them what was going on, would they all have a good laugh and stand up and leave, laughing on their way home about the crazy lady they'd just met? My Path to Pleasure Ch. 02 Then I heard it. The back door opened, then shut and a moment later I heard footsteps on the stairs, one person, I was sure, then the footsteps continued down the hallway to my bedroom door. There was a long pause, and I heard the door slowly swing open. Which one of them was it, I thought to myself? Now, I sensed he was standing beside the bed. Suddenly, something touched my stomach and surprised, I arched my back and gasped. Realizing it was just his hand gently caressing my stomach, I let my body sink back onto the mattress. His hand moved upward, and I could feel his fingers running back and forth against the fabric of my bikini top, gently caressing my breasts. Then, I felt his hands reach under the fabric and slowly slide the top up and off my breasts, releasing them from their confinement. I knew my nipples were hard and erect, and I let out a little moan as he kneaded them between his fingers. His hands left my breasts and a moment later I felt his tongue circling one nipple, then the other. Then, a warm, wet feeling as he used his mouth to play with my breasts, first one breast, then the other, massaging them with his lips and tongue, and sucking them hard into his mouth. His mouth left my breasts, and I let out a little whimper as his saliva evaporated, sending a cooling little tingle through my nipples. Now, I couldn't be sure, but I sensed he was standing at the foot of the bed. What was he doing, I thought? Was he looking at me? Was he naked or was he still wearing his shorts? I felt his hands grasping both sides of my thong as he slowly pulled it off my hips. As it slid down my thighs and off my legs, he let out a little groan. Now, my pussy was fully exposed to him. I spread my legs slightly and he groaned again. I knew I was wet, and I'm sure he could see the moisture glistening on my swollen lips. There was a long pause, then a sound of movement. Was he taking off his underwear? I felt the mattress dip down at my feet and I knew he had climbed on the bed between my outspread legs. The mattress compressed on either side of my body, as if he was kneeling over me, supporting himself on his arms. I could feel the warmth of his skin as it touched my inner thighs, then a little tremble went through my body as I felt the head of his penis make contact with the outer folds of my pussy lips. He pushed forward, and his cock slowly entered my wet passage until he was fully inside me, and our pubic bones were pressed tight together. I let out an uncontrollable whimper. It had been so long, so very long, I thought to myself, since I'd felt the warm hardness of a man filling my pussy. He slowly withdrew his cock, then slowly pushed deep inside me. I could hear his breathing becoming heavier and faster as he increased the rate of his strokes, his cock now moving in and out of my cunt in a slow, steady rhythm. "Yes," I moaned, "Yes." Now, his movements became faster and with each downward thrust, his pelvis slammed against mine. His breathing was heavy and hard as he pounded his cock into me. Another whimper escaped from my mouth, then another, until with each stroke, I cried out in a short, staccato, whimpering moan. The force of his strokes increased and he suddenly let out a long, low moan and I knew he was cumming, I knew with each stroke he was spurting his cum deep inside my cunt. He moaned again, and then, I felt the tiniest of tingles forming in my pussy, radiating slowly out from my clitoris, expanding outward stronger and stronger until it enveloped my entire body and I felt myself shaking uncontrollably. "Oh, my God!" I screamed, "Oh, my God!" I continued to shudder as the orgasm took hold of me and swept forcibly through my body, causing me to cry out in one long scream of pleasure. Gradually, he slowed the rate of his strokes until his body was motionless, his cock still deep inside me. A minute must have passed before I finally felt his cock sliding out of my pussy, and without a word spoken by either of us, he crawled off the bed. A moment later, I heard the door close as he left the room. As I laid there in the darkness, I wondered which of them it had been. Rob? Fred, the red haired kid? The stocky one, or maybe the tall boy? It was impossible to tell because our only point of contact as he kneeled over me had been his cock as it pounded into my pussy. A minute passed and I wondered if there would be any more. Had the other boys left? Was he the only one who would come up? Then, I heard footsteps in the hallway, and the bedroom door opened. Within four or five seconds after entering the room, he was on me, his body lying flat on top of mine, his head pressed beside mine on the bed and his chest crushing my breasts flat between us. I felt his hips thrust forward and in one fast, continuous motion his cock entered me. His breathing was coming in short little gasps, his mouth only inches from my ear, as he began to move his hips up and down, his cock thrusting in and out of my cunt, already well lubricated with the first boys cum. After only twenty or thirty grunting strokes, the boy moaned loudly and his cock spurted out wave after wave of cum inside me. He rolled off and thirty seconds later he was gone, the sweat from his body still dripping off me. A few seconds later, I heard the door open again. There was a long pause, and I thought I sensed movement around the carpeted room, as if he was walking around the bed, looking at me from different angles. Confused, I heard the sound of a lid being unscrewed from a jar, then a second later, I felt a hand in the valley between my breasts. I felt a cooling moisture there, and then the unmistakable odor reached my nose. He had taken a jar of cold cream from the top of the dresser and spread it between my breasts. Now, he was crawling on top of me, across my stomach, and I sensed he was straddling me, his knees on either side of my chest. Abruptly, his hands went to the sides of my breasts and he pushed them together, and between my breasts, I could feel the warm hardness of his cock. Holding my breasts tightly together, he thrust his hips forward, sliding his cock between them. With each forward stroke, I could feel the head of his cock brushing against my chin. He adjusted his hands until he was holding my nipples between his fingers, pushing his hands together until my nipples touched, his hard cock still thrusting back and forth, sandwiched between my breasts. As he held my breasts tightly together, pinching and pulling my nipples, rubbing them together against each other, I felt a spark go through my nipples that was met by a small tingle between my legs and I rubbed my legs together and let out a long, satisfying moan as another orgasm swept through my body. And then he moaned and his cock pushed harder and faster between my breasts, and he moaned again, and I felt his cum spurt onto my chin and he thrust forward again, and I another wave of cum splattered on my face, the warm, gooey liquid squirting into my nostrils. Momentarily unable to breath, I opened my mouth and his last blast of cum flew onto my open lips and dripped into my mouth. Abruptly, he released his hands from my breasts, and swung himself off of me and then off the bed. There was silence, and after a few moments, he was gone. One more, I thought to myself, one more to go. Would he show up? Still, I realized, I had not been able to identify a single one of the boys. More footsteps and the fourth boy entered the room. He came directly to me. I felt his hands on either side of my head, pulling my head up and to the side of the bed, then forcing my legs off the bed until I was kneeling in front of him. He put his hands on either side of my head and pulled me forward until my face was pressed tight against his crotch. Pushing my head from side to side, he rubbed my face back and forth against his cock. Then, he grabbed my hair with one hand, and I felt something pressing against my closed lips. "Take it," he said, "open your mouth and take my cock." It was the red headed boy, I knew by his voice. When I didn't respond immediately, he yanked my head forward, forcing his cock between my lips and into my mouth. He tightened his hold on my hair and began yanking my head back and forth, with each forward thrust sinking his cock to deep into my mouth, causing an unpleasant gagging sensation each time his cock made contact with the back of my throat, but with my hands still tied tightly behind me, there was nothing I could do to stop him. Thankfully, he didn't last very long. He let out a long groan, and I felt his hot cum spurting in waves into the back of my throat, causing the gagging sensation to intensify. He continued to pound his cock into my mouth, and I gagged again, unable to swallow, and I felt his cum ooze out between his cock and my lips, flowing down my chin, dripping onto my breasts. Finally, he was done. He held my head tight against him for a moment, then released his hold on my hair, allowing my head to fall back. His cock slipped out of my mouth with a loud plopping sound. A moment later, he was gone. I crawled back onto the bed. That was all four of them, I thought to myself, now what? I imagined that would be all for today. They'd had their fun, and I'd had mine. I considered for a moment what I must look like, naked, my face covered with cum, my cuntlips swollen and red, with cum dripping out of me, oozing out of my cunt and dripping down my ass. And then I heard footsteps in the hallway. Oh, my God, I thought, what if they want more. Then I realized, at nineteen years of age, their bodies would have the ability to quickly rejuvenate. The footsteps approaching the bed. Whoever it was put his hands around my waist and turned me over onto my stomach, then lifted me until I was on my knees, my head pushed against the mattress. I felt something cold being rubbed on my ass. The cream, I realized. Then, I felt a pressure against my anus. Oh, my God, I thought to myself, he's going to fuck me in the ass! I felt the head of his cock pushing its way into my tight anal opening, then further, until his cock was deep in my rectum. With his hands holding tight against the side of my hips, he began to slowly stroke his cock in and out of my ass. "Oh, my God!" I moaned, half in pleasure and half in pain. As his strokes quickened, I heard movement on the far side of the room. Another one of the boys was watching, I realized. Now, his cock was pounding in and out of my ass, and I realized I was helping him, thrusting my body backward to meet each of his forward strokes. "Put you hand on my pussy," I moaned. He continued pounding his cock into my ass. "God damn it," I screamed, "play with my cunt!" He reached around my hips and rubbed his fingers up and down against my wet pussy lips. I let out a small whimper, then another. "Put you finger on my clit," I moaned, "Play with my clit." His fingers moved higher and he began making little circles around my clit as his cock continued to stroke in and out of my ass. He moaned and his strokes became faster. "Oh, my God!" I screamed as I felt a small explosion spread outward from my pussy, my body trembling as another orgasm shook through me. The boy's breath was now coming in short gasps. He groaned again and I could feel an additional warmth in my ass, the warmth of his cum spurting deep into my rectum. His strokes slowed and he pulled me tight against him as the last of his cum spurted out of his cock. His pumping motion stopped and a moment later he pulled out of me. I felt the mattress move as he got off the bed, then I felt it move again. The other boy was getting on the bed, I realized. I felt hands against my waist, then pressure against my anus as he pushed his cock deep into my rectum. Immediately, he began pumping hard into my well-lubricated ass. Without prompting, he put one hand on my pussy, alternating his fingers between my pussy lips and my clit. He groaned and increased the speed of his strokes. As his cock stretched wide the muscles of my rectum, I felt another small tingle in my clit, and another, smaller orgasm shuddered through my body. The boy groaned again as his cum began to spurt into my ass. With four or five more strokes, he was done, and I felt his cock pull slowly out. A moment later, he'd left the room. I waited, unsure of what would happen next. The sound of more footsteps, then I felt hands against my wrists, hands untying the scarf, allowing my arms to fall limply to the bed. I waited one minute, then two, and when no one came, I rolled on my side and pulled the scarf off my eyes. I crawled off the bed and stood unsteadily. Large wet spots discolored the sheet. I turned and hardly recognized the image staring back at me from the mirror above the dresser. Dried white flakes of cum covered my chest. A string of cum hung from my hair, dripping down my forehead. Lower, my pubic hair glistened white, soaked with a mixture of my own juices and the boys' cum. A little pool of cum formed at the bottom of my pussy. I felt a pressure in my rectum, and turning, I watched in the mirror as a huge glob of white cum oozed out of my anus and ran in a river down my thigh. I sighed and headed toward the bathroom, ready for a long, relaxing shower. As the warm water poured over me, I felt a smile coming to my face. How long, I wondered to myself, should I wait before inviting the boys back. ***** To Be Continued.