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To Teach a Boy a Lesson Ch. 01

By: coops181



"Excuse me Latisha," Rosie called as she peered around the office door to see her boss working steadily at her desk.

Latisha looked up, "Yes, Rosie?"

"There's a young man out in reception that would like to see you."

Latisha looked at her watch -- it was close to four-thirty, "Did he have an appointment?" she asked as she checked her Outlook calendar.

"No he didn't. But he said it would only take a few minutes of your time...I think he may just want something witnessed...he has a folder under his arm," Rosie offered casually.

Latisha looked at her young red-headed personal-assistant for a few moments, witnessing documents annoyed her, no money in it directly but it did occasionally lead to a new client and was, after all, just another a part of the game.

Latisha sighed, "Oh, alright then, send him in, thanks Rosie!"

A few moments later, Latisha looked toward the doorway as her impromptu visitor appeared and almost gasped with surprise.

"Oh hello...have you come to talk about cars or something?" Latisha asked, smiling a little more candidly than her professional manner usually allowed.

A tall boy with unruly-looking fair-hair stood nervously in the doorway and stammering slightly, he said hello back to her.

Latisha smiled up at the good-looking lad; it was only the day before that she had almost bumped into him when walking to her car -- her head in her handbag absently looking for her keys -- although he was partly to blame too as he had been sitting on his mountain-bike diagonally across the footpath only a few metres from where she was parked blocking the way.

They had exchanged pleasantries at the time and the lad had asked Latisha about her car, of which he seemed to know a bit about, but of course, what red-blooded boy these days didn't know a bit about cars?

"Come in...come in. What can I do for you then? Are you after some legal advice or something...mmm? Or maybe you have some documents that need witnessing?"

"My name's James...but people call me Jamie."

Latisha stood up from behind her desk as the youth walked into her office, closing the door behind him. 

She offered her hand, "I'm Latisha, Jamie, pleased to meet you again."

Shaking his large hand, Latisha looked up at the youth, who now appeared to be trying to act quite nonchalant. He was really quite tall she noticed, probably a bit over six feet -- and quite lean-looking too, but in a healthy, athletic sort of way more than just skinny-looking. His eyes, as Latisha had noticed the day before, were piercingly blue and because of his sun-tanned complexion they stood out noticeably. She guessed him to be around nineteen or so.

"Sooo...are you on the bike again today?" Latisha asked, not knowing what else to say at that moment. 

Jamie nodded.

"I'm sorry if I got in your way yesterday, miss..."

"Latisha...call me Latisha, please Jamie."

The boy coughed lightly, clearing his throat, "Latisha...I do apologise...but I just had to be certain it was really you," Jamie said somewhat cryptically, his voice wavering slightly.

"Pardon?" Latisha said, cocking her head to one side, "Had to be certain it was me? Whatever do you mean, Jamie?" Latisha asked curiously, as she sat back down behind her desk and began fidgeting with her pen absently.

Jamie cleared his throat again, "I've gotta say...Latisha...you're even prettier in real-life though."

"In real-life, Jamie, excuse me?" Latisha frowned, starting to get a little annoyed.

Jamie offered Latisha the manila-folder he had been fidgeting with, and smiled at her with growing confidence as she accepted the folder and opened it.

Latisha gasped quite audibly as she looked down at the contents of the folder -- and Jamie knew then, almost for certain, that it just had to be her.

"It's you, isn't it...Latisha, the photos are of you, aren't they?"

Latisha was horrified, "Oh my god-father, whatever has possessed you to come into my office and show me...pornographic photos of...of...well someone who sort of resembles me!"

"Sort of?" Jamie retorted smugly, reaching down to the half-a-dozen coloured photos and selecting one in particular.

Jamie held it up boldly, "Sort of?"

Latisha blushed quite uncontrollably as she looked at the photo. It was, after-all, an almost a full-frontal of, well...of her! 

There she was dressed in the little outfit her son, Duncan, had given her the first time they had 'been together'. There was no doubt in her mind -- Latisha instantly recognised the lovely figure-hugging bodice of red-lace that had at the time struggled to contain her breasts. Then of course there was the very-short black leather mini-skirt barely covering her buttocks and a pair of fish-net stockings, which were only just visible above the beautifully-made thigh-high leather stiletto-heeled boots she wore. 

Latisha remembered discovering Duncan had secretly filmed their first time together and the photo the boy now held in front of her was no doubt a frame taken when she had, quite unwittingly, stopped to admire herself in the mirrored-door of his bedroom wardrobe -- just before she had decided 'to teach him a lesson or two', a decision that had changed the path of her rather staid-life considerably from then on! 

Although the photo was not of the best quality -- slightly blurry and the pixels a bit large, she could never-the-less, just make out her son lying on his bed behind her -- dressed in all his finery, his hands trussed to the bed-head waiting for her to join him. 

"Sooo...so you think that's me!" Latisha cried, trying to laugh, "Young man, I suggest you get out of here before I call the police!"

The youth stood firm -- smiling at her sardonically, "Here, what about this one then?" he said, holding up another photo.

This time it was a close-up of what was almost undeniably her face - with her tongue poking out as she licked the end of a large, erect penis that she held vertical in her small left hand. Her unique wedding rings were clearly visible.

"Maybe your receptionist would recognise who that is...and maybe she could tell me who it is you're impaling yourself on in this photo, too?" Jamie mused, as he held up another photo, this time of her riding the young man lying beneath her cowgirl-style, her head thrown back in apparent ecstasy, "I'm pretty sure it's not your ol' 'usband, hey?"

Latisha stood there quite dumbfounded -- she just did not know what to say!

Jamie, on the other hand, casually gathered up the photos into the manila-folder and turned for the door.

"Wait!" Latisha called urgently.

The youth stopped and turned to face her again.

"If it was me...and I'm not saying it is, what...what do you want from me?" Latisha asked softly, "Money...is that what you have come here for, money?"

Jamie smiled at her question; funnily enough he wasn't really too sure what he had expected her to do. He had thought it possible that just maybe, just maybe she would not care all that much about the photos -- maybe her husband already knew she screwed around on him -- and maybe he was fine with it too. But her facial expression now told him a different story -- she looked worried, very worried indeed.

He felt his confidence rising.

"Money? Mmm, yep, money would be good."

"Okay, okay...give me the photos...and I'll give you a hundred dollars," Latisha said, "Of course I'm not for a minute admitting they're of me you see...it's...it's just that one of the last things I want is for you to go out there with them and...and shock my young employee with...with pornography," she stammered nervously, "Rosie's a good church girl you see, Jamie." 

With her heart pounding in her chest, Latisha fumbled in her bag for her purse. She was completely bewildered as to where the youth would have come into possession of the explicit photos, but one thing that she was certain of -- she did not want them leaving her office! They could ruin not only her legal practice in the small community, but even worse, her marriage and then of course her relationship with her daughter, Amanda, even if Duncan and her had been separated at the time of Latisha's adultery with him.

"A hundred, hey? Still don't reckon it's you? Tell ya what, see this one 'ere?" Jamie said as he held up another photo, "See?"

Sneeringly, Latisha looked up into the boy's eyes briefly and then down at the picture; it was a close-up of a woman bending over a couch with her skirt being pulled up by a man who was standing directly behind her, his clenched buttocks bare -- as are hers. Latisha could see quite clearly that part of the man's large erect penis disappeared between the blonde woman's slightly parted thighs. 

"Could be anyone, Jamie, all you can really see are their butts!"

"Right! Why don'cha take a closer look...have a good look at the woman's left hip."

Latisha huffed, and then peered closer at the photo.

"See the tattoo? One of them bluebird thingies that were popular probably twenty years ago...or so I'm told," Jamie went on, "If you can prove ta me you haven't got an identical one on your hip, I'll take ya 'undred...so as not too offend ya receptionist out there as you have already suggested, and I'll never botha you again."

Latisha looked at him ashen faced -- waiting for the rest of it.

"Otherwise...I want two 'undred," Jamie continued, "and they're yours ta keep."

"Two hundred dollars now! Why you young extortionist!" Latisha sneered, "Listen, I'm not in the mood for playing along with your silly juvenile games, Jamie, so you can forget about me proving one way or the other as to whether I have a tattoo on my hip...and besides, even if I did...as you have said...they were pretty popular once!"

Jamie turned for the door again, "So what's ya receptionist's name?"

Latisha waited till he reached for the door handle, "Wait!"

Jamie stopped and looked back over his shoulder at her, "What?"

"You young scammer...two hundred, hey?" Latisha growled, as she opened her purse and quickly counted out four fifties, placing them on her desktop.

Jamie couldn't help but smile as he picked up the cash. How easy was that, he thought to himself?

"The photos please," Latisha said, trying to sound firm as she held out her hand.

Jamie looked back at the attractive middle-aged woman and felt an immense surge of power at what he'd just accomplished -- it was just too easy! She now stood there still blushing nervously with her hand out-stretched -- and he couldn't help but grin at her as he intuitively recognised her vulnerability. And then quite unexpectedly Jamie felt something weird, something primal happening to him -- at first just a tingling in his groin, and then as blood rushed to his penis, he could feel himself growing hard! 

"Oh, and there's one more thing before you get the photos," Jamie said as he looked Latisha up and down smugly.

"And...and what may I ask is that?" Latisha snapped infuriatingly. 

"Listen, we both know it's you in them photos, don't we? And I reckon you're no more respectable than the next cock-loving whore," Jamie said calmly, "So...I wanna see that tattoo...for real!" he smiled mischievously, "Yep, that's what I want...I wanna see your tattoo for real!"

Latisha felt as though she had been slapped across the face!

"You what? You want to see what? You have got to be kidding! Get out of here you cheeky young prick, before I throw something at you!" Latisha said angrily, tears welling in her eyes.

Jamie smiled cruelly and turned to walk towards the door yet again -- he still had the photos tucked under his arm.

"Stop!" Latisha called; she hesitated for a few moments as the lad turned back around to face her, "Why? I'm...I'm probably older than your mother...why on earth would you want to see a middle-aged woman's tattoo...why?"

Jamie raised one of his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders, "Could'a said I wanted ta see ya cunt...'cause I've never seen one of them for real before! Well not a nice one...seen me mum's, but that don't count, she's pretty fat an' 'er cunt's all big an' hairy," Jamie answered matter-of-factly, "But you're pretty hot, Latisha, a real MILF I reckon, older...but there's somethin' fucken nasty about ya!"

Latisha had of course heard the term 'MILF' before, but she still couldn't really understand it. According to her former son, while justifying his own attraction to older women such as herself, he had said that a lot of young men these days wanted to experience an older woman -- and if they were married, well that was even better!

Latisha felt her cheeks blush even more at the boy's crude comments, but she also felt something else...strangely, she felt quite flattered too.

"Who else knows about the photos?" Latisha asked solemnly, stalling for time.

"Jus' me, I guess," Jamie lied. 

Actually, a close friend of his named Eddie had given him the photos just a little over a week ago, soon after discovering them on one of their favourite MILF websites. At first the two boys had thought they were photos of a friend's mum they both had the 'hots' for her -- same long, curly blonde hair -- same body too. With a lot of wishful thinking, the pair of them had scrutinised the photos in detail closely for sometime, before quite disappointingly, they had to finally discount Mrs Baker. Ironically it was the tattoo, or more precisely, the lack of. Jamie and Eddie both remembered ogling Mrs Baker once last summer while she had sunbaked in just a small bikini in her backyard --and there was definitely no tattoo of any description that they could recall on either hip. 

But still, Jamie was sure he knew the face from somewhere -- that of which he was certain of. It was only when Jamie had seen an advertisement at the local cinemas a few days later that the penny had finally dropped. There on the big screen, was a blonde woman he had seen around the local shops a few times -- a woman named Latisha promoting her small law-firm -- and a perfect match for their photos! What luck!

Latisha looked the youth up and down again and sighed, so young -- in another few years the girls would be clambering to get to him, she thought, as she looked at his ruggedly-handsome young face. 

"Just how old are you, Jamie?"

"Just turned nineteen," he lied again; he really had only celebrated his eighteenth a fortnight before but he felt the extra year sounded better.

"Nineteen, hey, Jamie, I'm forty-two!"

"So!" he snarled. 

"Surely there are some girls your own age you would rather be with?"

There probably were a couple of girls he knew from school who he could ask out sometime -- and they would probably do that for him -- and more. But there was just something about Latisha, he thought.

He looked at her closely; she had the classic hour-glass figure he noticed; and yes, there was definitely something undeniably attractive about her -- something that had now given him an aching hard-on!

"So...ya gonna show me or what?" he said quite uncouthly, a crooked smile forming at his growing anticipation.

"Give me the photos first," Latisha said, holding out her right hand again.

"Half now, the other half after...after I've seen ya tatt," Jamie bargained instantly, selectively pulling out some photos to hand to her.

Latisha looked at the pro-offered photos; she knew if she was to take them she was more or less agreeing to his terms. My god, what was she considering? She shook her head and sighed deeply again -- then lent forward and almost snatched the photos from him and walked around her desk. Then, without looking at them, she fed them into her document shredder, waiting till they had completely disappeared. 

Turning to face her young blackmailer, Latisha looked at him shrewdly -- such an evil mind in one so young.

"Just a look, okay...no touching, or anything, and no blurting it out to anyone...promise?" Latisha said as she stepped around to the front of her desk.

The boy had a grin on him like a Cheshire-cat and of course he readily nodded in agreement.

Latisha's heart was racing -- she could not believe what she was about to do -- but did she really have a choice? She finally consoled herself that it was after-all, no more than what she would normally show when down at her favourite beach to all and sundry. 

Slowly, she turned to face the boy, then leaning back against her desk; she looked the boy squarely in the eye and told him to sit down first. 

Again he nodded, and pulling up a black-leather and chrome office-chair from near the front of the desk, he sat down -- barely a metre away from her.

She knew she had to buy herself some time -- she was not stupid -- it would've been pretty obvious to anyone that the photos he held of her were more than likely, not the only copies. Even so, she could not afford him to carry out his threat of showing them to Rosie -- or to anyone else!

Latisha knew only too well how a little blackmail could turn into regular extortion and she was under no illusion that whatever the young prick demanded now would not be the end of it! Even so, she had to play along with it -- for the moment anyway, so as she could formalise her own plan.

Jamie looked up at Latisha expectantly; she wore a low-waisted black-polyester pleated-skirt of a respectable length that stopped about mid-thigh. On her feet she wore open-toed shoes with a modest heel of no more than six centimetres. Her white sleeveless-top fitted her snugly and was unbuttoned down low enough so as to show her ample cleavage. A slender gold necklace with a large pearl hung alluringly between the tanned cleft of her breasts, while a chunky gold bracelet of a similar link to the necklace was on one wrist and a gold watch on the other, both complementing the lightly tanned skin of her bare arms nicely.

"You really want to see it, do you?" Latisha stalled.

Jamie pouted his full lips and nodded slowly, "Not a glimpse either, I want a good look!"

Latisha toyed with the hem of her skirt and thought the boy looked more determined than before, if that was at all possible. She sighed again and slowly began to raise her skirt.

"You looked up my skirt yesterday in the car park, didn't you?"

"Might'a," Jamie sniggered; he had hoped to catch a glimpse of her tattoo then for confirmation as she'd sat herself in her car -- and even though her skirt had ridden up her thighs alluringly and he did catch a good glimpse of her panties -- he didn't see any tattoo.

But now the boy watched closely as Latisha's upper thighs slowly came into view.

"You're a sick little puppy, aren't you Jamie?"

"Fuck orf! Me sick? So who was it in them photos, hey? Fuckin' riding some young bloke's fat cock after suckin' him orf...and him all tied up and dressed like a fuckin' woman, who's idea was that, ya sicko?" Jamie retorted, "I reckon you're probably gunna get off doin' this too!"

Latisha could not believe her ears and she let go of her skirt so it dropped back down again -- the boy had absolutely no respect!

"Jamie, adults do weird things in the privacy of their homes all the time, it's only normal. What's not normal is for a boy of your age resorting to this to get your kicks!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, jus' show me ya tatt would ya," Jamie growled impatiently, "or I'm goin' straight out that fuckin' door and plastering ya fuckin' porn photos all over the fuckin' place!"

"Wait on, wait on!" Latisha said, alarmed at his sudden impatient aggressiveness.

Slowly she started to lift up her skirt again. 

And Jamie smiled, "That's better." 

He watched on as she continued to raise the front of her skirt up past her thighs -- till finally her panties came into view. She had a thing for lace, he noted, and this pair looked superb, sheer black-lace with little scarlet flowers on them, quite small looking. He wondered if they were g-strings.


To Teach a Boy a Lesson Ch. 01



"Come on would ya," Jamie urged as he leant forward in his chair.

"This isn't right, Jamie, you know that, don't you? You're aware that you're blackmailing me into this?" Latisha said clearly.

"Yeah righto, says you! Jus' 'urry up would ya!" Jamie could feel his erection growing to fullness in his jeans and he wriggled in his seat to try and make it more comfortable.

Turning to one side slightly, Latisha raised her skirt the last few centimetres until her left hip was in plain view.

"Happy?" she sighed.

Jamie looked at her hip and smiled -- there it was -- the bluebird tattoo -- identical to the one in the photo.

"Knew it was you!" he chuckled. 

"Well there you go, hope you had a good look then Jamie, you young pervert!" Latisha said scornfully. 

Jamie, ignored the insult and lent in closer for a better look, just as she began to lower her skirt.

"Hang on, hang on! Not so fast!" Jamie said as he swiftly reached forward, catching her hem in his hands and lifting her skirt back up even higher! 

"That's quite enough!" Latisha hissed, "No touching, remember!" Frantically she tried to push his hands away.

Jamie chuckled at her vain attempt to stop him but he easily raised her skirt even higher -- the front of Latisha's panties now clearly on display! Jamie looked on intently noticing the thin lace material was almost totally transparent! He gawked in awe at her narrow strip of pubic hair now quite visible -- just above the small cleft of her pudenda!

Latisha's grip on his wrists was still firm -- but she was not fighting him anymore. She stood stiffly -- breathing hard, partly from her effort, but mostly from her anger.

Sensing her struggling abating, Jamie's confidence soared at what he mistook for compliance - he now wanted to see more!

"Now ya can get 'em orf! I want you ta get those pretty little knickers of yours orf...right orf!"

"You young creep!" Latisha spat, "Forget it! And you can just get your hands off of me!"

Even with her hand around his wrist Jamie was able to quickly reach for the front of her flimsy panties and with his fingers, he pulled them down easily and exposing most of her jutting mons-pubis!

He'd never been this close to a real woman's vagina before in his life! His nose was only centimetres away and he could clearly smell her titillating scent -- arousing him even further!

"Come on then, let me pull 'em down all the way," he said boldly, as he continued to roughly stretch the fragile material down over her hips.

Latisha had been caught almost completely off guard! And backed up against her desk, she could not move away from him! With increased urgency, she again struggled with his groping, probing hands!

Jamie looked on lustfully; so pretty, so well groomed -- not at all like the hairy bush of his mother's. He marvelled at her distinct tan-lines that framed the small triangular patch of pale flesh with its manicured strip of pubic hair running up the middle -- all in perfect symmetry.

The sudden knock on her office door startled them both!

"Excuse me, Latisha?" Rosie called.

Latisha's heart thumped in her chest, "Yes...yes, Rosie, what is it?" she said curtly, anxious that her assistant could walk in her door at any moment.

"Mister and Misses Dodly are here for their five o'clock appointment," Rosie informed her from the other side of the door.

Latisha suddenly stood motionless with an overwhelming fear of discovery -- Jamie had managed to work her panties midway down to her thighs and didn't seem to be letting up for a second!

"Umm...just one minute, Rosie...I'll be ready in a minute, thanks!" Latisha called back as she again struggled with the teenager's wrists just as his hand shot up between her thighs.

"That's enough, you young cretin! Get your bloody hands out of there!" Latisha hissed vehemently as she clamped her thighs together tightly while trying to deny the boy's fingers access.

Jamie pushed in between her legs firmly -- he just had to feel it now! He was so close!

"You have to go...my clients will be walking in through that door any second now!" Latisha admonished, "Aarh...gawd...stop it you prick, get out of it!"

Jamie could feel the warmth between her legs as he forcibly inched his fingers between them further. Prodding and prising at her smooth flesh, he could feel her moistened crack relent to his probing fingers -- but he could go no further. 

Latisha was petrified that either Rosie or her clients would walk in at any moment. Thinking fast, she quickly whispered to Jamie, "Some other time, Jamie, some other time...okay? Come on, you have to go!"

Jamie looked up at her distrustfully, his hand still wedged firmly between her thighs, "Are you serious?"

Latisha nodded.

"How about this Friday then?"

She nodded again, "Yes...okay!"

"Hmmm...gimme a bit more of a feel first...just a little touch...with ya legs open a bit...and then I'll go."

The boy watched Latisha close her eyes -- then quite unbelievably, he felt her thighs relax. With his knee, he pushed her legs open as far as her panties would allow. Now he could see her smooth, hairless outer labia with its petals of glistening flesh protruding invitingly -- he thought he noticed her breathing become laboured, but did not know what to make of it. 

Seconds ticked. 

"Hurry up then, would you."

His left hand still holding her skirt up, and with his right hand facing palm upward, Jamie ran his pointer finger gingerly along her cleft watching as it parted at his touch almost miraculously. He could feel her heat emanating from within and was almost certain her flesh became puffier -- and moist.

"Come on...that's probably..."

Jamie watched her grimace -- just as he slid his finger partway into her vagina. He wriggled it around for a moment -- quite amazed at how tight a middle-aged woman could be.

"...enough...you've gotta go...stop...stop it now."

Reluctantly, he removed his finger from within her vagina and sat back in his seat grinning up at her smugly as he sniffed his fingers like a true connoisseur. 

"You smell really nice!" It was an alluring aroma he would never forget -- the sweet, muskiness of a mature woman. 

She looked down at him pensively for several moments, he noticed, before she hurriedly pulled up her panties, her face quite flushed-looking. 

"Give me the rest of the photos and you go now, alright?"

He nodded.

Latisha watched him pick-up the remainder of the photos from next to his chair and stand up with a degree of difficulty as he handed them to her.

Looking him up and down, Latisha smiled, "Sooo...got an erection, have we...hmm...a bit uncomfortable is it?" Latisha said mockingly as she looked down at the considerable bulge in the boy's jeans. 

And he did look uncomfortable now -- for a few moments they both just stood eying one-another silently. Then, almost inexplicably, Latisha could feel a familiar tingling in her pussy - the uncalled-for assault had managed to get her quite aroused! 

So, she was a sick-puppy too, after all.

"You'd better go," she said hoarsely.

He nodded again and smiled, "Friday?"

"Friday," Latisha said begrudgingly. 

She had a plan.

"And not a bloody word to anyone you young prick...do you hear me!"

Jamie shrugged his shoulders and nodded, "Yeah, whatever." 

Latisha stashed the folder with the remaining photos in her desk drawer and watched him finally saunter out of her office.

Less than a minute later, and with barely enough time to consol herself and finish straightening up her clothes, Latisha's clients the Dodlys walked in and sat down. 

They were a nice old couple, Latisha thought as she listened to their woes and answered their questions as best she could. But Latisha had a definite problem concentrating on things at that moment. She had after-all, not only just been blackmailed, but she had also been sexually assaulted -- and by a teenager! 

But Latisha knew that was not her only problem of course, with Friday only three days away, she had to be prepared to go through with her plan if he left her no choice.

Funnily, Latisha felt a nervous excitement ripple from her stomach and tingle down through her womb as she thought about her horrible predicament! It was -- oddly enough -- exciting her inexplicably!

Almost immediately after the Dodlys had left, Latisha pulled the remaining photos out and looked at them closely. It was then that she noticed a 'watermark' that was just visible in the lower right-hand corner of the photos -- a web address -- www.milfsnearyou.com.

"So that's where the boy got them from," Latisha said to herself, quite astonished at her somewhat incredulous discovery, "That arsehole ex-son of mine must have posted them on a website!"

Anxiously, Latisha logged on to the website and quickly discovered you could put in your area code and it would bring up a list of users who had submitted photos -- supposably from your local area -- hence the 'milfs near you' name.

Even though there were only around a dozen that matched Latisha's area code, she was quite amazed at the postings and wondered how many of the women knew and approved of their images being so candidly displayed. 

Hesitatingly, she scanned through a few at a time, and then gasped in shock! A string of thumb-nails cascaded under a stupid title 'D does L' and there they were -- the photos the boy had given her -- and many more! 

Horrified, she looked through them quickly; there were not only photos of her and Duncan together, but some graphic pictures of when she had been tricked into having sex with an old restaurant manager one night, while out for dinner with her son! There was also a short video clip of her in the shower with Duncan's friend, Brett, just before he moved interstate now more than two-and-a-half months ago! 

"The bastard! Why?"

Without hesitation Latisha rang Duncan's mobile number, and his new squeeze, who just happened to be the former fiancé of his friend Brett, answered the phone. She spoke to Latisha briefly before putting Duncan on.

Duncan laughed when Latisha told him of the young extortionist. It was not what he had intended of course -- at the time he had wanted revenge on his estranged-wife Amanda who had hurt him deeply by leaving him. He had hoped she would somehow find out he had been screwing her mother on the side, while they were separated from one another, and had thought posting the photos would possibly do it.

Duncan told her that he was surprised it had taken so long for someone to discover her photos on the web though. 

Could he have them removed? 

"Why should he?" he had asked Latisha smugly.

Then she'd told him that if George ever found out -- that more than likely their marriage would be over, but Latisha could almost guarantee George would send some of his bad old shipmates around to pay him a visit one day and really straighten him out!

Duncan had laughed at her threat, not wanting to sound too concerned. But in reality, he was. George was a mean old bastard he remembered, and he had heard stories about some of his associates -- they made George look like an angel! 

"Tell you what Latisha, I've got a couple of mates heading up your way soon, nice blokes really, I reckon you'll like 'em. Larry's got a big cock, Teesh, fuckin' whopper!" Duncan suggested to her, "I'll delete the web postings...if you're happy to see them one night. What do you reckon?"

Latisha could not believe she was being blackmailed yet again!

"Just get rid of them first you bastard, Duncan!" she bellowed down the phone, "And we'll see!"

Duncan laughed knowingly, "No worries, Teesh, I'm sure you'd be hangin' for a good root by now...what's it been? Two...three months?"

She remained silent -- it had been awhile.

Duncan felt almost assured of her compliance to his terms, and agreed to remove the images. Although he could not give her a guarantee that they hadn't already ended up on some other websites, he was confident that this particular site did fortunately allow private postings to be deleted by the registered user.

If only he could remember his password, he joked to Latisha before hanging up.

* * *

For the remainder of the week -- sometimes more than twice a day -- Latisha checked the website -- but on Friday afternoon the postings were still there!

Nervously, Latisha had rung Duncan's number again, and again Latisha had spoken to his new girlfriend, Maxine, on the other end. Maxine informed Latisha that Duncan had been away working and was not due back home until the weekend!

"Was there something wrong?" Maxine had asked her tersely.

"Just tell him I have called!" Latisha had snapped back, as she hung up the phone, her stomach in knots of anxiety. 

* * *

Rosie left work early on Fridays, usually at around three, and today was no different. She popped her head around Latisha's door and wished her a good weekend before saying goodbye and leaving the office.

And then Latisha sat by herself -- waiting nervously.

As she sat, she had thought about going to the police with her story and then ask them to maybe have a bit of a chat to her young extortionist, Jamie. But she knew they would want to know everything -- and of course she had no proof that the boy had done anything inappropriate -- apart from her word -- and her word would be quickly tarnished should Jamie then decide to show the police what he had shown her -- now that thought worried her even more!

No. She could not go to the police, not if she could help it -- she was going to have to do it her own way first!

At almost four o'clock, Latisha was starting to relax a little, "Maybe he's not coming?" she asked herself softly, as she started on a new file that had been sitting in front of her unopened for half the day.

Just as she was getting into her work, Latisha heard footsteps on the ceramic tiles of the foyer as someone approached her office. Her heart suddenly raced. She hadn't even heard the front door open,

"Hello Miss."

Latisha looked up -- Jamie stood at her doorway as cocky as ever.

"I saw your ranga receptionist down the shops just before...she told me you were doin' a bit of catch-up work like ya did on a Friday arvo...no appointments with anyone," Jamie said smugly, "Thought it would be a good time to drop in and take up where we left off the other day...whaddaya reckon?"

"I'm...I'm just about to go, Jamie, there'll be no more of what happened the other day either, thanks," she stammered, unconvincingly.

"What! Bullshit. A deal's a deal."

Jamie walked into the office and sat down. Reaching into his shirt pocket, he withdrew a CD and dropped it onto her desk in front of her.

"That's the lot...a couple of short video clips an' all...not the only copy of course," he smiled, "I guess ya figured where I got 'em from by now."

Latisha looked down at the CD, she felt like crying at what her former son had done to her by his cruel act!

"What do you want now?" she asked, tears welling in her eyes.

Jamie looked at her closely; her lovely curly blonde hair hung down either side of her slim face, her aquiline nose adding to her attractiveness, and even though her blue eyes appeared quite doleful at that moment, he thought she looked wonderful. 

"More money...is that it?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"Maybe."

"Maybe? What else is there?" Latisha prompted but not really wanting the answer.

Jamie took a deep breath -- he had been waiting quite anxiously himself for this day, "I wanna see you in your...you know...your lingerie."

Latisha had expected something like it of course, "Jamie, you do know that you are extorting me, don't you?"

"Whatever!"

"Do you know how serious the crime of extortion is, Jamie?" Latisha asked almost patronisingly. "And of course...if you go ahead with this...there's sexual assault, too?"

It was unfortunate, Latisha thought, but she had to go through the charade with the youth to get her evidence. Even if Duncan had removed the photos from the website already, Latisha knew it was unlikely the photos Jamie had given her the other day would have been the only copies he had -- and of course the CD in front of her now confirmed that.

Jamie's resolve didn't soften, "I don't think your going to tell anyone about me, I've got the evidence of your little indiscretions...you've got nothin'"

He thought Latisha looked frightened and he smiled again, "So, ya gonna get 'em orf for me, Latisha, give me a good look at that nice body of yours?"

Latisha sat looking at the youth for a few moments longer, still thinking.

"And that's it? And then you go, alright?" Latisha said, caving in a little too easily.

"Yep, that's it." 

Latisha stood, "You know I am doing this against my will, don't you Jamie?"

He didn't answer her, instead he watched silently as she began to unbutton the front of her shirt, her long red fingernails almost mesmerising him as she worked her way down to the last small button.

Latisha let the shirt fall open -- exposing a lovely cream-coloured lace bra with intricately embroidered vines and leaves of a dark green colour adorning the semi-transparent cups.

She watched him for a few moments before continuing with her slow strip -- he still said nothing.

Slipping the shirt off her shoulders, Latisha removed her arms from it and folded the garment across the back of her chair. She could feel the cool breeze of the air-conditioner wafting over her bare back as she stood for a moment longer.

Jamie looked at her breasts that were barely contained by the expensive brassier and smiled appreciatively, "Nice!"

Latisha hesitated a few more seconds, and then began to unbuckle the wide belt that was looped in her dark skirt. Watching her tormentor the whole time, she then un-buttoned the front of her skirt and lowered the short zipper all the way.

With a deep sigh, Latisha gripped her still-tight skirt with both hands from either side of her curvaceous hips -- and wriggled slowly as she began to lower it.

Jamie almost held his breath as the top of her panties came into view -- and of course, he continued to watch on intently as inch by inch, she worked her skirt over her hips and down her shapely thighs.

Latisha let her skirt drop to the floor, and straightening up, she stepped out of it to stand almost meekly before the youth ogling her near-nakedness.

"Happy now?" she said somewhat wishfully.

"I want ya around this side of the desk...so I can get a good look at ya," Jamie ordered, his excitement rising at seeing the mature woman strip for him -- whether she was willing too or not.

Latisha pulled a face as she stepped cautiously around to the front of her desk.

"Matching lingerie," Jamie observed drily, looking down at her low-waisted panties, "I want ya ta turn around...I wanna see ya butt, too!"

"No touching!" she said, as she complied, just a little too readily, and turned to face her desk.

"Oh wow...that's nice!" Jamie exclaimed, as he looked down at her two perfectly-shaped orbs of flesh, her Brazilian-cut knickers doing little to cover her bottom.

"So, that's it then?" Latisha asked almost casually.

After the other day, Jamie wondered just how far he could go.

"Do you sunbake topless, Latisha?"

What an odd question, she thought.

"Well?"

"Sometimes...why?" she asked as she stood with her back to him.

"I wanna see ya tits..." he blurted, as he sat admiring her slim waist and nice rounded hips.

"I think your going a bit too far, Jamie," Latisha said, "What about I...I remove my bra...but stay standing with my back to you?"

Jamie gulped; he could not believe how easy she was making it, "Yep...that sounds pretty okay to me."

He watched her reach behind and un-clasp her bra-strap, all while she was standing not more than a metre or so from where he was now sitting. She slid the straps down her arms and held the expensive-looking item aloft for a few moments, before accurately tossing it over her desk and onto the back of her chair, to sit alongside her shirt.




To Teach a Boy a Lesson Ch. 01



Latisha now stood with her arms by her sides -- her breathing was getting a little laboured as she felt the cool air caress her bare breasts. She looked down and was not at all surprised to see her nipples slowly growing hard.

"Jamie, I...I think you should lock my door...just in case..."

Latisha heard him rise from his chair only moments after her suggestion. She looked over her shoulder to see him snip the door-lock before turning back for his chair. Her eyes glanced down the boy's body with a mind of their own and she had little difficulty in noticing he had a bulging erection that was almost protruding from above his jeans. 

Her heart skipped a beat. 

It had been a long time since she had been with a man and she could not deny the anticipation that was rapidly building inside her at that moment -- but he was not much more than a boy! And a nasty one at that!

"Can I get dressed now?" Latisha said softly, her voice almost a tremor.

"Um...just one more thing I reckon. Either ya show me ya titties...properly...or ya bend over that desk of yours!"

"That sounds a bit unfair?"

"Ya reckon? Stiff!" Jamie snorted.

"Or what, Jamie?"

"Look, Latisha, don't play games with me now, I've got all ya porn photos copied onto me computer at home...it'd take fuck-all to print some more off and show 'em around."

Latisha sighed, "It is extortion, Jamie, and you know I do not want to do it, don't you?"

"But you're gunna, aren't ya?" he smiled evilly.

What a choice, but what was worse, Latisha thought.

Sighing, Latisha made up her mind -- and placing her hands on her desk, she bent slowly at her hips until she was laying face down on the cool dark-veneer, her breasts resting on the surface; her large nipples hardening-up even more at the contact they made.

Jamie looked at her lovely buttocks, her panties had ridden up her crack as she'd bent over -- and the sight was absolutely titillating!

Latisha knew she should have felt totally humiliated as she lay there almost naked before the eyes of a drooling teenager -- but she didn't, his attempt at dominating her, no matter how juvenile, was somehow stimulating her!

"Can...can I get up now, Jamie?" Latisha asked meekly, "Haven't you seen enough now?"

"Nup...not jus' yet you old slut...not jus' yet."

Latisha felt as though she had been slapped -- "That's not a very nice thing to call me, Jamie," she said, feeling slighted, she hated to think he thought she was old!

He merely grunted and moved in closer towards her excitedly and reached forward with his hand -- he just had to touch her again.

And although she had been expecting it, Latisha still gave a little shudder when she felt the youth placing the palms of his large hands on her hips lightly. She knew she should have stopped him then and there angrily, but she hesitated a moment longer than she should have. It was not until she felt his hands wander daringly close to her underwear that she piped up croakily. 

"What do you think you are doing...get out of it...Jamie...no touching remember?" Latisha stammered unconvincingly. 

But the boy acted quickly -- hooking his fingers into the delicate material of her panties and with one swift movement, he pulled them over her buttocks -- and down her legs till they were almost around her slim ankles!

"No you don't...get out of it you young bastard!" she cried in alarm, "What do you think you're playing at?"

But he totally ignored her -- it was pretty obvious what his intentions were.

Now not too sure how much further she was going to go with her little charade, Latisha momentarily froze on the spot! But the boy continued and within seconds she felt him run his hands back up her legs -- caressing them gently and lingering as they fondled her between her thighs; she was almost certain she could feel his hot breath waft up between her legs, tickling her. 

Latisha closed her eyes as she felt him lift up her high-heeled feet -- one at a time -- and then completely remove the minuscule garment that had afforded her a small degree of modesty only moments before.

And then Latisha thought she heard him un-zip his jeans.

"Jamie, listen to me, so far it has been extortion...and sexual-assault...if you are planning on having intercourse with me...it will be rape....rape, Jamie. Do you understand?" Latisha took a deep breath, "At the moment, you may get off with a bond...but if you go ahead and...and screw me...rape me...you could be looking at maybe five years, Jamie. And do you know what the hardened old crims would do with a good-looking boy like you?"

She lay there silently, waiting for him to answer.

But he didn't. 

Latisha felt him move her legs apart -- and she offered little resistance. His hands went back to exploring her buttocks. Slowly, he prised her cheeks apart with his thumbs and squeezed them firmly, rolling her almost perfect orbs around in opposite directions so her crack opened and closed deliciously -- exposing her little brown bud each rotation. She could hear his breathing getting louder as his own excitement increased.

"Jamie, if you are going to rape me...I would like you to use a condom...please," Latisha said softly, "If you don't have any...there are some in my handbag...in the small zippered part."

Latisha had kept them since she had attended a conference interstate several weeks ago. On the last evening, Latisha and a girlfriend had found themselves the centre of attention amongst several male attendees during drinks. During a trip to the ladies room together, her friend had given her the condoms as she thought they were probably going to get lucky. Well her friend did get lucky -- but Latisha had been damned with her period!

Jamie now stood closely behind Latisha -- he had already released his cock from his pants and pre-cum glistened in a big glob on the end of his knob. He continued to rub her buttocks and noticed that she was tilting her pelvis so her arse poked even higher into the air -- it looked sooo inviting. 

He tested her legs with his foot.

And she allowed him to open them wider. He could not believe how easy she was making it for him!

Jamie looked closely between her thighs as he pulled her buttocks apart even further. He could clearly see her now swollen pudenda -- with not a hair visible anywhere on her engorged outer-labia, the delicate folds of her darker inner-labia protruded like the petals of a rose in springtime. 

He gripped her hips and tried to rotate her pelvis up higher.

And he was successful.

Latisha now stood almost on tip toes -- expectantly.

"My bag...please...it's next to the computer," she whispered almost breathlessly, "I want you to use a condom..."

Jamie thought for a moment as he admired her beautiful cleft -- he was confused. She had said it would be rape -- but she directed him to her condoms to use on her. She had said it would be rape -- but she allowed her legs to be parted and then angled her pelvis in readiness. And even though he had never been with a woman before -- one look at her succulent vagina told him she was prepared for sexual-intercourse.

But would it still be rape? 

He didn't want to go to jail.

He wished she hadn't told him it would be rape. He had masturbated furiously many times over the last few days since she had allowed him to finger her -- and he had been almost certain she was going to let him screw her -- even if somewhat incredulously -- but now she had him worried...was she playing a game with him? Should he just go ahead anyway? After all, she was no blushing bride, was she?

Because of his quandary, Jamie hesitated a moment longer. He looked down between her legs hungrily while still prising her buttocks firmly apart -- her sex now glistened -- almost beckoning him to go further -- and his cock was merely centimetres away, although he knew the angle was not quite right.

"If you tell anyone...the truth will come out about ya rootin' around...are ya sure you're willin' to let everyone know what ya get up ta behind ya 'usband's back?" 

"This'll be different...I'm still not consenting...you're blackmailing me..." she said sultrily, "I may have some major explaining to do to my husband -- but you'll go to jail...then you'll be someone's bitch...think about it..."

Jamie looked back down at her, still lying over her desk -- her pretty round arse poking upward invitingly -- as if just waiting for him to make a move. Was she just teasing him? Testing him? Should he be just content with the good feel he has had and leave it at that?

"But if you're going to put that big dick of yours in me...would you at least use a condom..."

Fuck...was she playing with him, he thought frustratingly, did she want it or not?

Jamie eyed her handbag to his right -- he released the grip on her butt and reached for it. Rummaging around in it, he quickly found the strip of condoms and tore one open with shaking fingers. He glanced momentarily at Latisha and noticed that she had barely moved, if at all -- but ironically, her bum appeared to slowly gyrate -- but only just a little.

Latisha lay on her desk full knowing what the boy was preparing to do while standing behind her...and she felt her lust growing in the pit of her stomach at what was surely about to happen.

Jamie fumbled impatiently with the slippery latex trying to get it to start over his bulbous knob. He had of course tried condoms before, but certainly not under circumstances such as these. With complete contempt of the contraceptive, he let it drop to the floor. 'Fuck it, what would she know,' he thought condescendingly. 

Re-positioning himself behind her, he touched her moistened flesh with his quivering fingers -- and he felt her shudder momentarily. She now felt even hotter and juicier than the first time -- if that were at all possible!

With very little resistance, he slid his long finger in.

"Jamie....is...is that your dick...Jamie...mmm...nooo...please..."

"It's just me finger..."

She then seemed to relax even more -- her pelvis moving slightly back and forth with his gentle touch.

He listened to her whimper softly as he fingered her for several moments with one digit...and then he slid another finger inside of her too...her juices lubricating them both copiously in almost an instant. She groaned a little louder now...her pussy making squelching noises as he worked them in and out of her small slit slowly. 

Even in his naivety, he was certain she was just as ready as he was and he did not want to wait any longer, "I'm...I'm gunna put me cock in you now...alright?" he informed her softly.

She said nothing for a few moments, seemingly thinking about it as she pushed back somewhat unwittingly against his hand. 

"Go on...say it's alright...jus' let me stick it in for a few moments...huh?" 

"Don't do it...Jamie...please..." she said huskily, "re...remember what I said." 

Jamie withdrew his slickened fingers from her pussy and gripped his penis -- aiming himself up with her engorged flesh.

"It...it'll...still be rape, Jamie."

She had said it again...

Had he gone too far already, he wondered. Would it really matter if he stopped now?

"I've got'ta franga' on...like you asked...okay..." he lied.

Latisha waited for him quite submissively; it had of course gotten completely out of hand, but although she knew it was wrong, her own lust had overtaken her sensibilities. She actually wanted to see him enter her and considered rolling onto her back -- but it was too late now she knew as she felt him push against her momentarily.

"It'sss rrrape...remember..." Latisha said breathlessly one last time.

Almost inexplicably, Jamie felt a sudden, nervous uneasiness wash over him -- and watched helplessly as his rock-hard penis began to go flaccid in his hand! The more he willed it to go harder again...the worse it became...

...gawd...he wanted to feel his cock inside of her so desperately now -- and tormentingly, she still appeared to lie there invitingly -- just waiting for him!

With his anxiety rising rapidly, he placed his still-fat knob up against her entrance and pushed in quite vigorously a couple of times -- amazingly, he felt her hips tilting to accommodate but his long penis buckled with each thrust! 

Jamie tried rubbing his now flaccid penis along her vulva, and although her juices coated his young member -- it was useless! The more he tried, the softer his cock seemed to get! He just couldn't get her words from out of his head -- and his anxiety had done the rest.

Latisha lay there not too sure what was now happening -- just moments before she felt certain he was entering her -- and she knew he was going through the motions of intercourse -- but he hadn't penetrated her yet -- well certainly not properly anyway. And then it dawned on her...

"Have you...have you just come?" she asked, a tone of disbelief in her wavering voice as she realised he was now merely rubbing his softened penis along her pudenda.

"Nup," he said, as he ran his hands up her slim waist and along her back, "...'course not..."

She had a nice back, he thought, nice and tanned and well-toned. He wondered whether he should sneak a photo of her with his mobile phone -- just to show off to his friend later, but decided against it. 

He sighed...and removed his hands from her, then bent to pick up her panties that were lying crumpled on the floor. They would make a better souvenir, he decided.

Latisha lay there waiting to be touched again.

She now wanted to be touched again.

"So...so why have you stopped then?"

"I've changed me mind...dunno where ya been you ol' slut...ya might give me sumpin..." he lied, the tone in his quivering voice sounded nasty, but it was really one of total frustration at his own failure...

Now she felt cheated -- she wanted to tell him he could put it in her...that he could fuck her if he wanted...that she wanted him to finish it...properly. But she felt hurt at his callous remark and she lay there saying nothing -- she knew she was no slut!

Still obediently lying over her desk, Latisha listened to him doing something with his clothing behind her and guessed he was dressing. Then she heard something that alarmed her -- the door!

Looking back over her shoulder -- her heart suddenly racing at the prospect of someone discovering her lying naked in front of the teenager -- she instead caught a glimpse of Jamie disappearing out of her office and into the hallway! 

Instantly, Latisha felt overwhelmingly bewildered. She could not believe it! Was he really leaving when he was so close to fucking her?

Latisha could not deny to herself a sense of deep disappointment as she lay there bent over her desk, her pussy still tingling with dreadful anticipation!

"Jamie!" she called.

But there was no answer, just the sound of the front door closing as he hurriedly left the building.

Latisha reached down between her legs -- she could feel her moisture oozing out as she played with herself. Deftly, she found the hard little nub of flesh jutting out from its sheath -- and she rubbed and rubbed at it in frantic little circles.

And she felt like crying.

* * * * *



To Teach a Boy a Lesson Ch. 02



Latisha's (dubious) Plan Unfolds

It had been two weeks to the day that Jamie next walked back into Latisha's office, but this time he was there because she had asked him to visit -- had something to tell him, she had said, when she had bumped into him in the supermarket earlier that week. Now Latisha felt back in control. Duncan had finally been true to his word and the images on the website had gone. He of course did take pleasure in telling her to look after his mates in the future, or he would put them back up there!

She didn't take him too seriously.

Now with the youth, Jamie, standing back in her office, Latisha had quickly gotten to the point of her meeting with him and produced a small tape machine from her desk drawer. 

It was an old Dictaphone that she used occasionally. Latisha had learnt from an old boss of hers many years ago, that it was a good idea to record meetings with clients candidly for numerous reasons, one of which was to cover your arse in case of some litigation claim, but mostly in case you had forgotten something important.

She plugged her desktop speakers into the machine and hit play.

Jamie listened to the clear recording with uneasiness -- it was an edited version of the 'meeting' he had with Latisha a fortnight before.

"So what?" Jamie mumbled arrogantly as Latisha turned the machine off.

"So what?" Latisha repeated, "Jamie, I have my evidence now. There is enough there to take to the police...and you'd be a goner!"

Jamie looked at her now with obvious concern, his face going pale.

"And another thing, now that you're over nineteen...you'd go straight to the big house."

"What?" he asked slightly confused at her suggestion he was nineteen.

"Your birthday...two weeks ago you said you had just turned nineteen?"

Jamie remembered his little lie, "Oh yeah...right." 

He was worried of course -- really worried!

"I'm...I'm sorry, Miss, truly I am, I know what I did was wrong...really wrong," he said most sincerely, "It was only meant to be a bit of fun...you know. I thought that just maybe you were a bit of a slut...and just maybe you would...well, you know," he stammered nervously, "Please don't go to the police. I'll give you the money back?"

Latisha smiled -- now it was her turn to be surprised at how easy it had been. The table had well and truly turned!

"I want you to promise you'll destroy all images of me that you have...wherever they are," she said firmly, as the boy stood silently, almost hanging his head in shame.

He nodded, "Okay, is that all?" He was getting off lightly, he thought, far too lightly.

"And I also want my knickers back, you bloody thief! They're part of an expensive set you know, French too! My husband would not be at all pleased with me if he noticed them missing!"

He nodded again -- although he wasn't too sure if he could give them back to her, as unfortunately he had let his friend Eddie keep them. 

"Is that all, Miss? Can I go now?"

Latisha looked at the youth shrewdly, somewhat surprised at how remorseful he now appeared to be. He was not at all the arrogant, stand-over young man of a couple of weeks ago and she wasn't too sure she should now go through with the rest of her plan -- the part where she had intended on teaching the boy a bit of a lesson. 

Then she thought about the humiliation and degradation she'd felt because of him two weeks earlier -- no bugger him, she thought, she would go ahead with her plan.

Thinking he had been dismissed, Jamie turned to head for the door.

"Not so fast...you know I'd said I wanted to see you... for...maybe two hours," Latisha chuckled, a wicked smile forming as she looked at the worried youth.

He nodded, "Umm, yep, what else can I do then?"

"I want to show you something," Latisha said cryptically.

"What else ya got ta show me?" the boy snickered, "Pretty much seen it all, huh, 'cept of course ya tits!"

Well, that did it for Latisha; she was determined to go through with it now, as she saw a glimmer of the same young smart-arse that had tormented her earlier appear just beneath the facade.

"It's not here...its a few minutes drive away. We'll go in my car...you can put your bike in the office," Latisha informed him as she shutdown her computer and prepared to leave.

Barely ten minutes later, Latisha drove down an overgrown driveway to a ramshackle house on the edge of town and stopped under an old wisteria-entwined pergola. Jamie sat next to her quite sullenly not saying a word.

The property belonged to an old client of Latisha's who was terminally-ill in hospital. He had given her the keys some weeks ago so she could get some documents from his study. No one else lived there.

"Wait here a minute," Latisha said to Jamie, as she reached over to the backseat of her car and grabbed a small backpack.

Jamie watched the blonde woman as she unlocked the front door to the house. He just couldn't imagine what she was up to -- but he was worried.

Quickly he pulled out his mobile phone. He would like to have called his friend, Eddie, but he was nearly out of credit -- an SMS would have to do. 

A few moments later, Latisha came back out from the darkened old house -- minus the backpack, and waved him to come inside.

With some trepidation, Jamie got out of the car and followed Latisha inside. She led him down a musty hallway to a large bedroom at the rear of the house, an ancient wrought-iron and brass bed sat in the middle of the room beneath a noisy ceiling fan. A tallboy set of drawers were against one wall and a worn red-leather divan was against the other, opposite a small window that had some sheer-netting curtains let in a small amount of natural light.

"What are we doing here?" Jamie asked a little incredulously. 

Latisha looked at the worried youth, "Oh, you'll see soon enough. I wanted somewhere private to have a chat to you...somewhere we would not be disturbed," she said mysteriously.

* * *

Eddie and his older brother, Jacob, rode their bikes as fast as they could toward the address that Jamie had sent, while Eddie explained the situation as best he could to his brother. Eddie hoped it was not some sort of stupid trick Jamie was playing on him -- the message was a bit vague after all -- something about the blonde woman taking him to an old house and he was scared?

Scared? Not like Jamie at all, Eddie had thought.

Just over twenty minutes later, the two boys arrived. They could see a small, red BMW coupe parked discretely down the end of the driveway and Eddie was pretty sure it belonged to the blonde. Stashing their bikes, they cautiously snuck down toward the house. They had decided to just look in discreetly if they could, as they really had no idea of what to expect! They thought that maybe the blonde woman had a couple of heavies in there and they were going to rough Jamie up a bit for blackmailing her or something? 

Slowly creeping down the side of the house, they checked each window for sounds, but heard nothing. 

That was until they got near the rear -- then they heard it! It sounded like someone cry out sharply in pain -- not mortal or anything, more like someone who maybe had been pinched or something.

"Fucks sake, Jacob, I think they're may be torturing him!" Eddie whispered close to his brother's ear.

The two boys moved closer to the small window from where the sound had come from. Squatting beneath it, they noticed that it was partly open and silently, they watched the curtain flutter out every now and then, while they listened.

"Ouch! You really are a sick-bitch, aren't you?"

It was definitely Jamie's voice.

Cautiously, the two boys raised themselves a bit and peered through the gap in the curtain.

And they could not believe their eyes! 

* * *

Latisha stood momentarily with her back to the window. She wore a tight black-leather corset that was tightly laced up at the back as well as the front. The three-quarter bra cups struggled to contain her heaving breasts as she pranced around the room in front of her 'quarry'. 

She had black fishnet-stockings on which stopped just short of her buttocks and were held up by thin suspenders. On her feet was a pair of cheap platform stiletto shoes of a transparent acrylic. 

Her hair was pulled up in a scruffy ponytail above her head and ringlets of fine curls hung down either side of her slim face, just in front of her ears. A cat-woman type of mask hid part of her face -- while her heavily rouged-lips stood out seductively.

Upon her arms she wore black gauntlets of a satin material that went almost all the way up to her armpits -- and in her right hand was a long, thin riding-crop that she waved around menacingly, while in her left, a pair of chromed handcuffs dangled loose.

The best part though, was her firm tanned-buttocks. They were quite bare -- with just a thin wedge of leather emerging from the cleft of her rounded arse, an integral part of the tiny leather g-string that afforded her some modesty when viewed from the front.

It was an outfit Duncan had bought her, but she had never worn for him and she now looked every bit the part of a dominatrix -- or so Latisha had thought. She was of course, a total novice.

Only several minutes earlier, Latisha had told Jamie to wait in the bedroom for her as she went into another room to change into her outfit.

When she had returned -- feeling more than slightly embarrassed -- the youth's eyes had nearly popped out of his head. Never had he seen anything like it for real before!

Her heart had pounded fast in her chest as she'd stood there smiling at him -- and she'd felt the power -- and suddenly it had excited her more than she could have ever imagined!

She paraded in front of him -- purposely -- teasing him -- taunting him. 

And when her back was to him briefly as she dropped the handcuffs down carelessly onto the bed -- Jamie had tried to touch her -- and she had turned suddenly and whacked his hand with her riding-crop, making him cry out.

Now Latisha sized-up her prey.

"So you like what you see, do you?" Latisha asked him wistfully.

He nodded vehemently. He could not believe how his luck had suddenly changed so dramatically. Was this meant to be some form of punishment?

"I'm pleased," she said, slowly licking her lips, "Now I want you to do something for me, Jamie."

"What?" he asked her, raising his eyebrows with obvious interest.

"You can start by taking your jeans off."

"What...what in the fuck for?" Jamie snapped nervously.

"Pretty obvious isn't it?" she said, "You saw my pussy the other day...now I want to see your penis!"

Jamie looked at the old bed, and then back at Latisha, "You gonna...you know...umm, you gonna fuck me then, too?" he gulped eagerly.

Latisha laughed, "Maybe...is that what you want?" she asked seductively.

He didn't answer directly, but instead, he hastily began to fumble with his jeans as he did his best to undo them in record time. Strangely, it was now Jamie who felt embarrassed under the scrutiny of Latisha as he let his jeans drop to the floor.

"And...your undies too, please!" she said slowly as she smiled. 

The lad pulled a face as he slid his jocks down his legs until they dropped around his ankles and stood back up, hoping she would not laugh at his shrivelled penis.

Latisha looked on at his discomfort with satisfaction; she wanted to humiliate him just a little, like he had done to her, if that was at all possible.

She glanced down at his flaccid penis, "Play with it!" she ordered, "I want to see it hard!"

"I...I don't think I can get it hard, I...I need to see something to get me excited first," Jamie stammered softly.

"What! And me going to all the trouble of dressing like this! What's wrong with you? Are you gay or something, maybe that's why you didn't screw me when you had the chance...not because of any guilt-thing at all?"

"I'm not gay ya fuckin' bitch!"

Latisha lashed out with her riding-crop again -- but this time she clipped the end of his penis as it dangled between his legs!

"Ouch!" he cried out, quickly covering his groin in case she took another swipe. Even though his cock stung a little, it had kind-of felt good -- in a weird sorta way, he thought, and he started to play with himself.

"That's it, Jamie, start wanking it for me now, alright!"

Slowly the youth began to stroke his penis and Latisha watched it lengthen considerably, but it did not appear to grow very hard.

"Christ's sake, is that the best you can do? And you wanted to fuck me! That's a joke; you're really just a boy, aren't you!" she said contemptuously. 

Nervously, Jamie continued to stroke himself slowly. He felt extremely embarrassed of course, as never before had he masturbated in front of anyone.

"I don't think you had too much of a problem the other day...when you were looking at my hot, dripping pussy...did you...maybe you would like to see it again?" Latisha purred suggestively.

Now Jamie could feel a familiar stirring in his loins; the blonde woman's crude suggestion titillated him.

"Oh, you like that idea, hey? Cock starting to come to life is it?" Latisha observed wryly as the boy's penis grew steadily less than an arms-length away from where she stood watching with more than a bemused interest. 

"This help you a bit more, Jamie...hmmm?" Latisha asked as she rubbed herself lightly through the front of her tiny leather g-string with her right hand, "Maybe you'd like me to take them off too?" she asked as she slowly inched the front of them down a few centimetres, exposing the better part of her mound with its little patch of short pubic hair.

Jamie nodded, and he looked on excitedly as his cock began to grow steadily larger, and larger.

"Mmm...now that's looking better...but now I want you to take the rest of your clothes off too," Latisha ordered with excited emphasis.

The boy complied readily this time, his earlier embarrassment waning. She watched him strip off completely, and then stand before her naked, his large erection stood out several inches at around a forty-five degree angle as he continued to stroke himself for her amusement. 

"Hmmm...looks quite impressive now, young man!" Latisha nodded, as she ran her tongue around her rouged-lips sensuously.

It was not only his hard penis that impressed her -- no -- but his firm young body that looked delightful. He was toned to the max, with not the slightest amount of flab anywhere --quite a rarity in this day and age of juvenile-obesity, she thought.

"Take your hand away," she said huskily, "and stand-up straight for me." 

Slowly, Latisha ran her riding-crop across his hairless-chest, and down his flat stomach -- hesitating just above his groin, while he stood there anxiously -- gradually she moved her crop down even lower, to the base of his hard penis, and very carefully, she traced its outline with the cracker at the tip of her thin whip. Latisha could see just a hint of clear pre-cum oozing out from the end of his circumcised-glans -- and she smiled wickedly. She was going to enjoy 'torturing' him a bit more.

"Good...very good, and now I want you to put these on," Latisha said, handing him a pair of red g-strings of hers that she'd tucked beneath the bottom of her tight-corset earlier.

"What for?" he asked, frowning cynically.

"Thought you liked women's underwear, Jamie?"

"I do...but not to fuckin' wear, you sicko!" 

Latisha shook her head and clicked her tongue several times, admonishing him, "Be nice now, my dear boy, won't you," she said, as she slowly reached out with the riding-crop again, and stroked the underside of his long penis, "Just put them on, would you...and I'll promise not to tell anyone...anyone," she said demurely.

Jamie stood there thinking for a moment as she continued to stroke his cock gingerly, "Tell ya what...I'll put 'em on for ya...but only if you take yours off...deal?"

She looked at him astutely for a few moments as a tingle fluttered in her pussy -- his lewd suggestion had managed to incite her exhibitionist tendencies almost instantly. Latisha also tried to quantify it with the belief that it would also help torment him even more -- and after all that was what she wanted to do, she mused.

"Mmm...okay then...I guess," she said softly, her dominatrix act appearing to falter.

Jamie smiled, and took the red g-strings from Latisha, then stepped into them and pulled them up into position. His cock stuck out somewhat ridiculously from the band of the small garment as he now stood there expectantly waiting for Latisha to fulfil her part of the bargain.

Latisha could feel her pulse racing through her veins -- and she wondered whether she should stop her little charade then and there. She was after-all, only ever planning on teasing him a bit -- certainly not give him too much of a thrill.

But seconds later, and thinking little more about it, she released her grip on the handle of her whip, and let it dangle from its strap around her wrist. Looking pensively at the youth, she slowly ran her finger-tips down along the outline of her breasts, and down the sides of her slim, corseted-waist, till she came to the narrow straps on either side of her hips. She unclipped the small buckles with little difficulty, and sliding her high-heeled feet apart, she opened her legs quite provocatively, and let go of the tiny, triangular piece of leather and it fell to the floor.

Jamie grinned excitedly, looking down at her bare quim, his cock throbbing with excitement, "Now what...do you want me to keep tugging me self?"

Latisha wasn't too sure -- but she was acutely aware of her own increasing state of arousal -- she would have to be careful!

The boy's eyes continued to drink in her near-nudity, and Latisha was certain his already impressively swollen-member grew even larger! But now strangely self-conscious, she placed one foot in front of the other, closing the gap between her legs, while she was thinking of what to do next.

Then she remembered the collar! 

"Wait a minute," she said as turned to walk out of the room.

Jamie lent back against the foot of the bed and watched her intently as she walked out in her ridiculously-high shoes with her hips swaying sexily -- he really thought her stockinged-legs looked shapely and he just loved the way her lovely arse jutted outwards provocatively -- almost beckoning to be smacked!

"Pssst...Jamie!" 

Startled, Jamie looked over toward the bedroom window not more than three metres from where he stood and saw two grinning faces appear from between the tattered curtains. 

"Eddie, Jacob! Geez you'se gave me a fright! Can you believe this, huh?" Jamie whispered, quickly covering his erection with his hands.

"Are you alright?" Eddie asked in amazement, looking at his friend dressed in no more than a pair of ladies red g-strings. 

Suddenly Jamie could hear Latisha's footsteps approaching on the polished-floorboards -- she was returning! Quickly, he nodded to his friends he was okay, "Shush, won't you," he whispered, putting his forefinger to his lips warning them to be silent.

They both nodded, and disappeared beneath the sill of the window.

He felt his confidence rising again now knowing he was no longer alone with the devious older woman.

Latisha sauntered back into the bedroom while carrying a black-studded collar and a silver dog-chain in her left hand. She was of course completely oblivious of the company that was just outside the window.

Jamie frowned as he looked at the chain and collar that was in one hand -- and the riding-crop that she was still holding in her other hand. But then he glanced back at her crotch as she stood facing him with her feet several inches apart. He just loved the way the little strip of pubic hair above her slit helped accentuate her smooth, hairless vulva. Nice, he thought, very nice! He really found it hard to believe she was as old as forty-two!




To Teach a Boy a Lesson Ch. 02



This time, Latisha made no attempt to cover herself up and she walked forward to place the riding-crop over on the bed next to the handcuffs, "Sit on the divan," she ordered firmly, a glimmer of authority returning to her demeanour.

Obediently, Jamie took four steps to his left and sat down on the cool leather seat, the g-string riding up his backside as it was intended. He then slouched against the back of the chair, his still-erect penis protruding proudly above the red lace. Then he rested his hands behind his head quite nonchalantly, and crossed his legs at the ankles. 

Latisha walked over to stand in front of him, but to one side of his legs, then she lent forward to place the collar around the boy's neck. 

Jamie, quite intrigued, sat silently admiring her body as she lent over him. He could just make out her dark aureoles that were partly exposed because the tight corset firmly squeezed her ample breasts upward voluptuously. Taking some initiative as she fumbled with the collars buckle, he reached out with his right hand and placed it over one of Latisha's breasts. Her breathing instantly became deeper -- but she said nothing. 

Feeling encouraged, he moved his hand around and eased the stiff top of her corset down -- just a little, till her breast partially spilled out.

Still she said nothing.

Latisha finished fastening the collar -- then rested her hands upon his bare shoulders and stared at him almost hungrily as he fondled her sensitive engorged-nipple, pulling on it tenderly.

It was the first time he had seen one of her nipples -- and what a beauty it was, long and textured just like an overripe mulberry from his grandfather's old fruit tree, and nearly as deep in colour, too. He wondered if it tasted just as fine.

For two weeks Latisha had thought about how the boy had left her high and...well...wet, very wet, in her office -- and now Latisha wanted to touch him.

Lifting her left leg, Latisha placed it over the boy's crossed legs till she straddled the lower part of his thighs and smiled knowingly when she noticed his eyes steal glances of her bare pussy.

But she didn't care at that moment; the knowledge was actually making her tingle deep within her stomach -- the exquisite feeling fluttering like an itch that needed scratching, down to her loins.

Latisha let her right hand drop down the youth's shoulder, her fingers softly running down over his firm chest -- dwelling for a moment -- then continuing down his torso, over his flat stomach, to bump against the sticky end of his hard penis.

Jamie wriggled slightly at her touch, and reaching forward with his other hand, he slipped the bow of her corsets lacing undone so he could now lower it even more. Latisha swallowed noticeably, but said nothing as he released both of her breasts. Her own hand in turn, moved down further, a long fingernail caressing his hardness till she reached his scrotum. Cupping his balls, she squeezed carefully, watching him wince slightly at her touch, and then she ran her fingers up along the underside of his shaft, feeling its length before gripping him in her small hand and tugging on his cock slowly.

Now Jamie's breathing increased, his arousal almost beyond comprehension as he savoured every moment of the contact with the older woman. He watched her hand move up and down his cock; her naked pussy -- mere centimetres away from his groin, looked puffy, the delicate folds of her inner lips glistened with a clear fluid that he now knew to be her own lubrication.

He wanted to touch her again. Something he had dreamt about since he had last seen her in her office -- when he had failed to stay hard. But this time it was different -- completely different, he thought. This time for some reason, he felt certain it was going to happen -- and how totally ironic!

Latisha smiled inwardly, as his warm hands left her breasts and travelled cautiously down her slim waist -- until he was gripping her hips.

"What do you think your doing?" Latisha purred, as she felt him trying to pull her closer toward him, "I thought you thought I was an old slut, hey? Something about catching some dreaded disease off me...hmmm?"

Now he said nothing.

He managed to manoeuvre her closer -- till she was almost astride his own hips -- her pussy opening up as her stocking-clad thighs parted wider.

Latisha looked him in the eye, knowingly; she knew he was finding it difficult to go slowly -- her own lust too was almost overpowering her sensibilities. She held his penis vertical -- till it just touched her gently on her mound -- and rubbed his cockhead over her pubic bone -- tantalizingly close to her slit. 

"You like that...do you?" she asked him serenely.

He nodded of course, and tried to lift her up just a fraction higher, so she could rub his cock along her moistened cleft.

This time Latisha resisted. She had him right where she wanted him -- he looked as though he were about to explode with excitement at any moment with how close he was to penetrating her.

Tempting...sooo tempting, she thought, as she felt the heat of his stiff young-penis in her hand almost pulsing with anticipation.

She raised herself a few centimetres - just a bit higher -- and felt his cool sticky pre-cum touch her warm flesh -- his hands firmly gripping her hips, still trying to pull her closer.

Raising one of her eyebrows at him while he squirmed beneath her, Latisha looked down at his cock in her hand and moved just a bit more -- just a little higher -- and let his glans touch her vulva softly.

"I don't know why you were unable to push this into me properly the other week...what happened?" she purred lustily.

"You...you said it'd be rape...remember..." Now he watched her excitedly as she prepared to mount him -- it was really going to happen, he thought, "Tha's it...put it in...put it in..." Jamie said urgently, revelling in the wonderful sensation as she rubbed his cock along her juicy opening, just once, back and forth.

Latisha's thighs were almost burning from the effort of standing above him with her knees slightly bent. She was just about on tip-toes in her high-heels and with little support other than her hand on his shoulder. 

Slowly, Latisha felt herself slipping down lower -- she felt pressure against her opening as his rod pressed into her -- a look of sheer ecstasy was clearly on his face at the moment he had finally been waiting for. With her hand still around his shaft, she felt it bending as she collapsed even lower, her vaginal muscles clenched tightly in a bid to deny him further penetration. 

The effort was tiring her -- she knew she could not resist it for too much longer. With a firm tug, Latisha flicked the large head of his cock out from between her labia and felt it brush up against her hardened clitoris -- sending wonderful jolts of pleasure shooting up through her groin.

She had gone far enough, she knew.

Then suddenly without warning, Latisha, feeling his grip on her relaxing momentarily, moved backwards and immediately broke their intimate contact!

She quickly stepped aside of him, and picking up the chain that hung from the collar, she tugged on it several times as she pulled up her corset in a vain attempt at covering up her lovely breasts.

Jamie looked to be in shock as he laid there, his mouth agape.

"What did ya stop for! Ya fuckin' tease...fucks sake!" he exclaimed frustratingly.

Latisha felt quite flushed -- her legs ached and felt like jelly as she tried to compose herself.

Again she tugged on the leash.

"So what's the go...do you think I'm a fuckin' dog or something?" Jamie said, looking up at Latisha's masked-face as she finished straightening herself up.

"Maybe," she said, quite flustered and really not too sure what to do next.

Jamie tried to act cool -- he tried to act like he didn't really care -- but his balls now ached for release -- he wanted her to touch him again. He was desperate for her to touch him again.

He tried a little tact.

"That's a nice thing you've got on. What are they called again?" Jamie asked, as Latisha pulled gently on the chain a couple of more times, forcing him to sit up.

"It's called a corset," she said matter-of-factly, "Come!" she ordered, as she stepped back and pulled on his leash firmly.

"Are ya gonna take it orf?" Jamie asked as he reluctantly stood up slowly.

"What?"

"Ya corset-thing, are ya gonna take it off?"

"Not likely boy...now get on your hands and knees," she snapped.

Latisha was winging it now.

Jamie curled up his nose and snorted, then decided to play along and knelt down on all fours.

Latisha felt some control returning and she reached over to the bed to grab the whip. "Come, boy!" she said, as she tugged on the chain and began to walk in front of him.

Jamie sighed, but he followed her obediently as she walked him out of the bedroom and down the hallway, his face quite close to her fine butt as she sashayed along. It was a relief when he came to the carpet-runner that ran partway down length of the hall -- far better for his knees than the hard wooden floorboards. 

Latisha walked him into the darkened lounge-room at the end of the hallway near the front of the house and stopped to face him. She did not know how much longer she was going to persevere with her lesson in tormenting the poor boy. 

Leaning forward, Latisha patted his mop of unruly-hair, "Good boy," she said, deciding to go just that little bit longer before calling it quits.

Jamie played along, and slinked up next to her legs, rubbing himself against them and purring like a contented kitten.

She looked down at him almost approvingly as he slinked around her legs -- he looked pretty cute, she thought in a whimsy. 

The whole scenario had certainly exceeded Latisha's original plan. She had never of course intended on letting him get sooo close to her -- but now, as she stood there caressing his head while he rubbed up against her -- just inches away from her pussy -- she could not deny her pleasure at her intimate exposure to the young man -- nor could she deny the pleasure she felt at 'dominating' him, however a pathetic job she was doing of it. 

Strangely, she felt an urge to make him bend over the back of the couch and smack his bare-backside -- but even more strange and confusing Latisha somewhat -- she felt an even stronger urge to be bent over a chair herself and have her own bum smacked wickedly -- just how Duncan had done for her! 

The thoughts made her shiver with desire.

Originally, Latisha had planned on doing silly little things like sitting herself down on a chair and having the boy remove her shoes and rub her feet -- she had thought that maybe she would even get him to lick and suck on her toes too -- although she would have to remove her stockings for that.

She had even thought she would have him mix her an ice-cold gin and tonic from the small bar-fridge that she had seen in there a few days ago -- and while she drank it, she would make him massage her stiff neck and shoulders.

All pretty harmless stuff for a 'dominatrix' -- but it was, after all, so very new to her. But as the boy continued to rub his naked back up against her legs and mew and purr like a kitten, Latisha felt a little more inspired.

"Have you got a strong back, boy?" she asked, flicking his bare-buttocks with her crop gently a couple of times.

He nodded, and rubbed his face up and down her right thigh. He was almost certain he could smell her sex now, so close was his nose to her beautiful little pudenda; it was the sweet, musky aroma he had only ever dreamed about while masturbating in the past.

Latisha looked at him lustfully -- she had an immediate desire to grab either side of his head and bury his face into her waiting pussy!

The thought had merit -- she was almost unaware of her caressing hand guiding his head between her thighs gently. He allowed himself to be guided and Latisha placed her other hand behind his head and pulled him closer...and closer, till she could feel his nose nudging her slit. She moved her legs apart and pulled him in harder, grinding her pubis against his nose and feeling it come into contact with her sensitive nub of erectile tissue -- her clitoris!

"Mmmm...that's good...my boy...very good," she moaned.

She wanted to tell him to lick her -- to run his tongue along her puffy slit and work on her clit -- but she couldn't -- she wanted to -- but she couldn't.

Almost breathlessly, Latisha pushed his head away -- she was going way too far! Latisha looked down at the lad's juicy face as he looked up at her with astonishment at what she had just made him do. She thought he had a nice face. The urge to pull him back between her legs was powerful -- but she resisted. 

Without another word, and a hand still resting on his head, Latisha stepped to the left side of him, and then lifted her right leg up and over his back and sat down astride of him. He arched his back beneath her and moved to and fro several times -- and Latisha rubbed herself down on his bare back -- her vaginal-lips parting slightly with the contact they made along the ridge of his strong backbone.

She groaned softly at the exquisite feeling she felt as her hardened clitoris bumped along his vertebrae. Looking down, she could see the moist trail her fluids left on his skin each time she moved backwards -- an experience oh so new to her. 

"Mmmm...I want you to take me back down the hallway, boy," Latisha commanded slowly as she lightly flicked his bare-backside with her crop again.

Jamie turned slowly and headed for the doorway, he could tell she was not putting all her weight on him, although he was sure he would have had little difficulty holding her up.

Latisha rode him out of the room upright like she was on a prized-thoroughbred, clicking her tongue as they went, her pelvis rocking continually along his spine in an attempt at getting him to move a little faster. In actual fact, the feeling of having him between her legs and his flesh touching hers was having a deliriously pleasant effect on her.

Halfway down the hallway, Latisha told him to turn right into another room -- another bedroom, much smaller than the first. The floor had a large, thick rug at the foot of a single bed and Jamie crawled over to it -- then collapsed like he was done-for, but quickly rolling onto his back as he did so!

"That's a naughty boy," Latisha chastised playfully, as she suddenly found herself sitting upon his stomach!

Jamie looked up at her and smiled, the jostling had dislodged her corset and both of her yummy breasts were nearly fully exposed again. 

Latisha noticed what he was looking at, "You want to touch them again, don't you?" she said softly, "And I bet you want to put one in your mouth...and suck on it...hmmm...don't you?"

Jamie nodded.

He reached up and touched her corset at her waist. She remained motionless -- watching him intently, a sparkle in her eye.

He moved his hips a little -- and he felt his cockhead touch her naked buttocks. And still she didn't move.

Latisha watched his hand creep up her waist -- soon his other hand was on her waist too -- his big firm hands, rubbing gently up her slim waist -- up toward her breasts. She closed her eyed when he cupped them and she breathed in deeply. His touch was soft, sensual, and not at all hurried.

His fingers rolled her large nipples delicately -- at first -- and then he increased his grip and pulled them -- and twisted them -- slowly.

Latisha was barely aware that she was arching her back so her head was thrown backward as she allowed herself to be drawn down, down by her nipples -- towards the boy's face.

Jamie flicked his tongue across her engorged-nipple and felt her shudder. He moved his head slightly and flicked his tongue across her other nipple too, and he heard her giggle like a little girl.

"That tickles...ooh...ssstop it...please...mmm...."

But he didn't of course -- and he drew her long fat nipple into his mouth -- and sucked -- and he thought it did taste better than his grandfather's mulberries...far better!

Latisha reached behind her...and felt for the boy's hard penis that she could feel prodding into her between her buttocks. She ran her fingernails up and down his shaft several times -- impressed with its length -- and then wrapped her small hand around it, tugging on it gently again as she had done earlier.

She listened as Jamie slurped away ravenously on her sensitive nipple -- this was not supposed to happen, Latisha admonished herself -- he was after all, only a boy for goodness sakes!

But she did not try to stop him.

Nor did she want to stop him!

She rapidly lost all sense of reasoning as her own lust built steadily in its intensity almost to the point of no return!

Jamie moved his hands back down her waist as he licked and sucked greedily on her lovely breasts. He could hear her chuckle as she lifted one breast from his hungry mouth and then offered him her other one for some attention only a moment later.

Latisha smiled when she felt his hands upon her bare hips --she then chuckled knowingly, when he tried to push her backwards a bit further. She rocked and twisted her pelvis with her increasing excitement -- and pulled and squeezed his long young-cock quite erratically -- she knew she should stop it soon. 

But there seemed to be no stopping Jamie now, and he gripped Latisha's buttocks firmly and continued to thrust upwards, trying to better position himself between her legs as she sat astride of him.

Quite astutely, Jamie was anxious she would at any moment -- hop up from him, just as she had done before when he was lying back on the divan. Then in an instant, with Latisha almost lying on top of him, Jamie suddenly rolled over!

Latisha was totally caught off guard, and she soon found herself on her back beneath the youth!

Now Jamie could use his weight to pin her down, and he wriggled his hips between her thighs, forcing her legs apart.

"That was a bit sneaky...boy...what do you think you're doing?" Latisha said somewhat breathlessly, as she lay almost crushed beneath him, "Do you think I'm going to let you fuck me now...or something...hmm?"

Jamie looked down into Latisha's eyes as they peered up at him through her mask. He looked at her luscious-looking rouged-lips that were slightly parted, and he lowered his head down until their lips touched.

It was something else Latisha was not expecting, and she froze for a moment as she felt his long tongue dart into her mouth. Then she melted wantonly and closed her eyes, letting him kiss her passionately -- she thought he tasted sooo sweet. 

Latisha reached down between them, and she groped for his penis. Finding it, she held it firmly and stroked it as she raised her knees and lifted her high-heeled feet up off the ground and into the air. She felt him move forward to better position himself -- forcing her thighs apart even more -- while he continually prodded at her in earnest! If only she could stop it all now -- if only she could hop up and laugh at him with his aching hard-on and his eagerness disintegrating with sudden disappointment -- if only she could then smack him a few times with her whip and send him on his way -- a tormented youth teased mercilessly by her, Latisha the Dominatrix!

Yes, if only...

Instead, Latisha closed her eyes...and aimed him accurately...

Jamie flexed his buttocks downward; he could literally feel the heat of her pudenda as his big round knob touched her more than willing flesh. His excitement at what he was about to do made it difficult to go steady -- to go easy. But he could not help it -- after all, he was just about to loose his virginity to a woman old enough to be his mother!

* * *

Eddie and Jacob had waited patiently by the bedroom window at the rear of the house for several minutes, waiting for their friend to be led back down the hallway by the attractive blonde woman. 




To Teach a Boy a Lesson Ch. 02



Eddie could not believe their luck at what they had already witnessed -- the glimpse he'd caught of the woman's pussy as she removed her g-string had put a grin on him from ear to ear -- even better than the times he had seen Mrs Baker in her skimpy bikini by her pool!

Jacob on the other hand, at close to twenty, had been with a couple of girls before, and had tried to act like it was nothing to him in front of his little brother. But it was something, and he too was impressed with the older woman, she was pretty much the vamp of his dreams, he'd thought to himself.

"Whatta we gonna do?" Eddie whispered to his brother.

Jacob looked at him silently, and then stood up to slide the old window open another few centimetres. 

"Not a word, Eddie, okay?"

Eddie nodded his acquiescence as he watched his brother climb in through the bedroom window with barely a sound.

Jacob, once inside, could hear some sounds coming from down the hallway -- laughing and stuff. He was sure they were in another room somewhere, and he looked down at his brother and waved him inside too, then looking over at the old bed, Jacob spotted the chromed handcuffs laying there and he picked them up -- just in case. 

As silently as they could, the two boys crept down the gloomy hallway toward the source of the occasional sound they could hear -- then kneeling down, they peered around the corner of a doorway.

Eddie's eyes nearly popped out of his head in disbelief at what he could see!

* * *

Latisha broke from their kiss almost gasping for breath, "Jamie...this was not supposed to happen...oh god...what are we doing...wait....Jamie..." 

But Jamie pushed in again.

"Nooo....not yet...a condom....we have to use a condom, Jamie," she moaned.

Nothing was going to stop him now, he was delirious with lust, and he prodded at her again and again.

Latisha wanted him to stop...but she didn't try too hard to stop him...her resistance was now minimal, to say the least. She felt his hardness entering her -- and she rocked her hips -- just a bit -- up and down -- and he eased back, and then pushed in again.

The feeling for Jamie was just indescribable, no amount of literature or porn movies or advice from his friends could ever come close to the sensation he felt, as his cockhead popped past the surprisingly tight little entrance of the forty-two year old woman, who now lay beneath him groaning with what he took to be wanton desire.

She moaned into his ear as he pushed in deeply -- he then stopped for several moments, revelling in the glorious sensations of her vaginal walls gripping his sensitive shaft.

"Oh god, Jamie, you are nineteen...aren't you?" Latisha whispered into his ear hoarsely, as they lay there entwined together.

Jamie swallowed, "Yeah...of course I am, why?"

"Oh god, Jamie, if you weren't...I could get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out," she said softly, moving her pelvis up slightly as he pushed in a bit harder again.

"Trouble...what sorta trouble?"

"It's called statutory rape, Jamie, if you weren't of the age of consent...it wouldn't matter how much you had wanted to have sex with me...I would be in deep trouble..."

Jamie slowly withdrew his penis partway...and then slid himself back into her hot juicy hole again, "Its okay...of course I'm nineteen..." he lied, savouring the ultimate pleasure he was now feeling as his young cock sunk into her cunt even further.

"Good...mmm....that's it....slowly....slowly my dear boy...just take it slowly...fuck me slowly...mmm...yes...ahhh yesss..." 

Jamie was not really sure if he was doing it right, but the way she was moving beneath him told him he didn't have it too wrong.

"You can't come in me....Jamie...do you understand?" Latisha whispered, "You'll have to pull out...okay?"

Jamie grunted -- and started to fuck her a bit harder, "Yep....of course...of course I'll pull out...ugh...ugh...ugh..." he grunted with each firm thrust.

Latisha pulled her legs back even higher into the air -- she just loved it like that -- it allowed much greater penetration. And she smiled at the wonderful feeling she was now experiencing; it had been a long time since she had received some serious gratification -- and the boy's long, hard penis was hitting the right spot each and every time he plunged deep into her hungry pussy!

She felt her climax building quite rapidly, as he pounded her against the unforgiving floor, and she met his every thrust with careless abandonment. Barely a minute or so had past when Latisha felt his exuberance increasing! His hands roughly clawed and squeezed her breasts and he bit ravenously at her neck just below her ear in an attempt at giving her a love-bite! 

She knew all too well the signs of what was no doubt his fast-approaching climax! 

"Not in me....aaah...aaah...oookaaay..." she groaned deliriously. 

Jamie grunted loudly with each rapid thrust -- he could feel it upon him. His balls got that wonderful feeling of pending release -- his super-sensitive knob swelled even larger inside the slick passage of the woman squirming beneath him while the walls of her vagina felt like a thousand tiny tongues rasping over his flesh!

He tensed up and looked down at Latisha's face -- a look of anguish upon it at her sudden realisation of what was about to happen.

Jamie tried to stop -- but it was useless -- he just had to push himself in again, just one last time -- deeper -- all the way! He could feel his scrotum tightening around his testicles as they erupted, their hot seed shooting up his urethra to spurt out from between his glans with virile force!

Latisha's orgasm had been almost upon her when his first stream of thick goo blasted against her cervix -- but now her lust completely overpowered her...and she didn't care anymore -- she desperately wanted to come too!

Jamie felt Latisha's legs wrap around his back as she bucked and moaned beneath him -- urging him on -- not wanting him to stop!

He pumped in rapidly as his balls emptied their load -- and then he could not go on anymore! His cock felt super-sensitive, but Latisha still thrashed around beneath him, grinding herself upon his shaft almost mercilessly while her orgasm peaked!

"Sssstop...ssstop...faark...ppplease...ssstop!" he cried incredulously.

Latisha started to laugh -- she looked up at him almost condescendingly, as her own orgasm began to ebb away with diminishing jolts of pleasure, "You boys...can't help yourselves can you? I told you not to come in me...didn't I?"

"Sorry...I...I just couldn't help it...the feeling...far-out...it was just...just incredible!"

Latisha rubbed hair out of the boy's face and smiled at him, "Its alright...you did good...very good in fact. Are you sure you were really a virgin?"

He nodded, "Yep...you're my first real fuck, Latisha...thankyou...thankyou, it was just unbelievable!"

Latisha smiled and said softly, "Then you were my first real virgin, Jamie...and...and I hope I don't go to hell for it."

A few minutes later, Latisha was lying there with the boy still between her thighs -- she could feel his cock becoming hard again and she smiled. Oh how she loved youthful virility, she thought delightfully, her hips slowly gyrating beneath him.

Maybe, just maybe she had found Duncan's replacement at last -- someone new - someone to teach everything she could about pleasure -- well, about pleasuring her at least! 

"Mmmm...that's nice...but I think we should hop up onto the bed this time," she suggested softly, her back now hurting a little from the hard floor beneath the rug as the boy slowly began to fuck her again.

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The two boys sat back from peering around the doorway -- still unnoticed. 

Eddie could not believe his eyes -- had he really just witnessed his best friend have sex with a married-woman, here on the floor not more than two metres from where he and his brother hid watching -- more or less, right in front of him? Eddie could not believe his friend's luck! And Eddie knew Jamie had really done her -- he'd definitely heard juicy squelching noises almost each time his friend had slammed his buttocks down between the women's welcoming thighs! He had really done it -- he had really fucked the attractive old bitch just as he had planned the other week -- the lucky bastard!

Jacob on the other hand, had other thoughts, he'd loved the show of course -- but now he wanted her too!

And he waited for his opportunity...

Discreetly, the two brothers watched as their friend knelt up from between the woman's legs just as she lowered them to the floor. Propping herself up on her elbow, she reached for Jamie's long tool and stroked him momentarily -- chuckling lewdly, while Jamie pulled at her corset till it was now well below her lovely breasts. There appeared to be very little sag evident in them and her nipples still stood out deliciously -- dark and long.

The boys watched as she stood up just a little shakily on her stilettoed shoes and with her back almost toward the doorway -- she then turned toward the small bed that was only an arms length away and knelt on it gingerly. Even from where they peered, they could see that her naked buttocks were somewhat reddened, no doubt a result of the recent friction from the old rug.

Jamie was still partly kneeling and stroking his long slickened cock as he watched her lay down onto the soft bed. The old springs creaked noisily as she rolled onto her back and looked over toward him -- beckoning him.

They watched Jamie stand up and remove the little g-string that was around his upper thighs and then, totally naked, he took a step over to the bed and knelt on it too.

As risky as it was, the two boys had to partly stand now to see any better -- but it was worth it -- they watched as the woman raised her knees, and then gripping her own ankles, she pulled her stocking-clad legs up high and opened her thighs invitingly wide.

"Stick it in...go on..." they heard her chuckle lasciviously to their friend as he moved in closer between her waiting thighs.

They watched as Jamie lowered himself on top of her just as her hand snaked in between them both.

"Hang on...I want to watch it....mmm....yesss...I want to watch your cock go in..." she said huskily, as she raised her head a little higher to look down between their bodies.

Jamie held himself up on his arms and looked down between them both too -- and grunted as he clenched his buttocks forward -- and the woman again chuckled with noticeable desire and groaned as Jamie pushed himself in hard.

"That's it...aah haa...that's it....mmm....it's pretty big you know....mmm....it feels soooo good..." she murmured shakily as Jamie began to move his hips back and forth.

"Is it..." Jamie asked her hesitatingly, "...is it bigger than ya 'usband's?"

"Mmm hmmm....much...much bigger...don' stop...tha's it...keep going..."

"Do ya like 'em big?" Jamie asked her inquisitively, pushing into her a little faster. 

She chuckled at him, "Ahh haa...sure do...lover...sure do..." 

The old bed squeaked noisily and the bed head occasionally thumped against the floral-patterned wall paper. The woman reached up behind Jamie's head and pulled his face down onto hers and they began to kiss passionately.

This was the moment Jacob was waiting for...

He fumbled gently with the handcuffs, unlocking them with the small key that dangled from a plastic ring attached to the chain.

He smiled sardonically at what he wanted to do to her, after all what was the slut going to say when he reminded her that she had just let a barely eighteen-year-old boy fuck her a couple of times?

What indeed!

Jacob looked at his younger brother -- he reckoned he would make her fuck him too, he thought to himself considerately, as he rubbed his aching erection through his board-shorts. And maybe, just maybe the three of them would fuck her all at once! Now that would be something, he thought, just a touch maliciously!

He wondered how she would like that...well, he was going to find out soon, he thought...

Standing up quietly, he whispered his intentions loosely into his younger brother's ear and watched as Eddie's eyes lit up with surprise. Eddie looked from the couple on the bed and back to him, biting his lip with what Jacob understood to be obvious excitement at his proposal. He nodded to Eddie and Eddie nodded back -- he was in!

Jacob crept carefully into the darkened bedroom -- the pair now copulating slowly on the creaking bed appeared completely oblivious to the intruder as lost as they were in the passion of their long, sensuous kiss. 

The woman's musky scent hung sweetly in the air -- further inciting Jacob as he snuck to within a metre of her...

Jacob smiled when he noticed her small hands now gripping the black bars of the bed head directly behind her...perfect...slowly he moved in closer toward the pair -- handcuffs at the ready...

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