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Educating Our Youth Ch. 05

By: cindyexposed



 "The law of unintended consequences"

As I entered our master bathroom, I raised my skirt hem, showing my husband that I was missing my panties; but what caught his attention was how red and swollen my vulva was. "Good lord girl! what happened to your cute little pussy? That looks absolutely raw."

"It is raw; I feel like I have been riding a 'sandpaper hobby horse'." I replied honestly.

For the next 30 minues, Jim hung on every word as I described my day of seduction by Stephen. Starting with being fingered to orgasm as I spotted Stephen on the weight bench first thing this morning, to masturbating him to orgasm, to being taken suddenly and unexpectedly on his bathroom counter, to our 'condom run' to the drug store, and finally concluding with the wonderful love making Stephen and I just completed, I relayed every detail.

Jim became erect as soon as I started telling my tale. He quickly turned off the shower, shed his clothes, and led me to our king size bed. As I was describing Stephen taking me unexpectedly in his down stairs bathroom, Jim was trying to enter me with his erection.

I interrupted my story for a moment, "Oh baby, I want you, but I am pretty sore. He really did fuck me raw today."

Jim nodded that he understood, and then reached into our nightstand and retrieved a large tube of K-Y jelly. He then coated the inner lips of my sore, swollen pussy with lubricant to facilitate my penetration.

"That's much better", I remarked as I let my husband penetrate me before continuing relating how Stephen had cum inside me without 'warning'; and my having to douche away the large volume of semen from inside me as Stephen watched.

Jim came inside me long before I finished my story.

We lay there resting, Jim gradually losing his erection inside me as we caressed each other. Since Jim has had a vasectomy, I did not have to take precautions before letting him ejaculate inside me.

We both showered together, got dressed and we then called Stephen up from the basement for dinner. That night, Saturday evening, was strange and strained. Stephen was 'distant and unusually quiet all night'.

I had not anticipated Stephen's discomfort around Jim, but he was quite uncomfortable and it showed. I quickly concluded that because Stephen was such a legitimately good boy, he would suffer considerable guilt from fucking another man's wife. I assumed that this guilt was compounded by the fact that Stephen had known Jim since he was a toddler, and they legitimately liked each other. Stephen viewed Jim as a 'second father' of sorts.

Then it dawned on me, Stephen also had viewed me as 'second mother' of sorts as well. Had I done the unthinkable? Had I initiated a relationship with this young man that had a small incestuous component to it from his psychological standpoint? Or was this just a healthy sexual encounter between a teenager coming of age and an older woman? I had to put these thoughts aside for the moment and focus on the issue at hand, 'how to deal with Stephen's guilt and the associated discomfort towards Jim'.

We got through dinner. Jim and I both made attempts to engage Stephen in casual conversation, but we were unsuccessful. Stephen was obviously in a different, far away world of his own thoughts right now, and he did not engage in the conversations except to respond politely to direct questions.

Jim and I retired to the family room to watch a movie after dinner, and we invited Stephen to join us, but he politely declined, preferring to escape to the secure environment of the basement.

As the movie started, Jim turned to me and suggested, "Maybe you should go check on him. He is obviously struggling with this situation. This afternoon may have been a mistake."

I nodded, and sat there silently collecting my thoughts for a minute or so before heading downstairs to address the unintended consequence of Stephen's awkwardness in Jim's presence.

I knocked on the door to the bedroom before opening the door, and saw Stephen lying on his bed, watching a show about Alaska earthquakes on the Discovery channel. "Are you OK?"

Stephen nodded, "I'm fine."

"Well you don't seem fine. What's going on in that head of yours?" I said as I sat on the bed next to him.

"Nothing. It's just a lot to process, today and all." He paused.

And I gave him a look that was meant to say 'come on, tell me what's really going on'. Stephen understood and continued. He began to open up a bit, "It is weird with Jim and all. I could hear you two having sex this afternoon right after you and I made love. I didn't like thinking about him being with you, or in you. I did not like hearing the two of you together. "

OK, this was an unexpected reaction, and it caught me by surprise. Stephen was feeling some jealousy towards my husband for fucking his own wife. This was more complicated than I anticipated.

"I am his wife, Stephen. He is allowed to have sex with me." This might not have been the best response, but these were the words that first came to me.

"I know, I know. I know I have no rights here at all. He does, I don't. But I did not like it anyway." He paused and then went on, "I doubt he would like it if the situation was reversed."

So Stephen was feeling jealous and territorial. I had not seen this situation coming. I tried hard to think about my response.

"Well, Stephen, in a situation like this, you have to decide if you are comfortable sharing me. If you are not, then we need to stop this. We probably should never have started this in the first place. At this moment, I feel like I have done something that might actually hurt you today. I am sorry." I placed my hand on his thigh in a loving, not sexual manner to reassure him.

A look of genuine fear swept over Stephen. "Oh please do not say that. Please do not say that this was a mistake. This afternoon was the most beautiful experience of my life." Stephen got a bit dramatic for a moment, "I think I would just die if you said we could not ever do that again."

He stopped to collect himself before continuing, "Do you think Jim would be willing to share if he knew? That's what you are telling me I have to do; is share you, and you are saying I should like doing it."

"You raise an interesting question, Stephen. I am not sure how willing Jim would be to 'share' me if he knew. He is not a jealous man. And above all he wants me to be happy. He might be OK with sharing me if he knew it was with someone I cared about and they cared about me; if he knew that my involvement did not threaten the relationship he and I have. I don't know."

Stephen listened but looked unconvinced; no actually he looked quite skeptical.

"Maybe you should ask him if he is willing to share me." I quipped with a smile.

"Oh yeah, right. I can just see that happening. The question would be 'would he throw me out of his house before or after he tried to beat the shit out of me?'. I don't see me having that conversation with Jim." He said shaking his head as he spoke.

"You may be right. I don't know. But I wanted to check on you, and make sure you were OK. Is there anything I can do to make you feel any better about this right now, or should I just leave you alone?"

His face got sad suddenly, "Yes, there is something you can do. Please promise that we can still be together no matter what. Promise me that you won't decide this was a huge mistake and needs to stop. Don't do that to me, please." There was a tone in Stephen's voice that bordered on panic as he spoke.

I squeezed his thigh and said, "OK. I promise. I promise that we can be together as long as I feel that I am not harming you." I looked at him, and felt an incredible affection for this young man. It was a type of love, a mixture of passion and maternal protectiveness that I had not experienced before. "I do not know if I could stop myself from being with you again even if I wanted to. Can I do something for you right now? I'd like to."

Stephen looked at me puzzled, unsure of what I had just asked. I reached over, and unbuckled his pants, unsnapped the clasp and pulled down the zipper. He assisted me by raising his hips as I pulled down his pants. 

He quickly understood what I was offering. Naked from the waist down, he began to grow erect even before I touched him. He wrestled with pulling his tee shirt over his head so that he was naked except for his socks! He actually looked cute lying there wearing only his sock and hard-on.

I took his partially erect penis in my hand and leaned forward to kiss it. I wanted to feel it grow in my mouth. I wanted to taste him. The bedroom door was open behind me, but I was unconcerned with being disturbed. I knew Jim would respect my privacy tonight. Besides, the floor would creak if Jim attempted to venture downstairs giving us ample warning. 

Stephen motioned to the door. "Don't worry, we'll be fine." I reassured him. The door remained open.

My tongue danced around the head of Stephen's magnificent cock and in moments, he was fully erect. His rigid, thickly veined penis was pulsing to the touch of my lips and the penetration of my tongue into the hole at the tip. Stephen really liked it when I placed the tip of my tongue into his urethra.

Stephen was moaning and arching his hips to push more deeply into my mouth, trying to 'fuck my mouth' as I teased his head. I resisted his attempts to plunge deep into my mouth and throat, preferring to tease the head of his cock instead.

His pace and his breathing quickened, and his penis became larger still as it throbbed against my tongue. I loved being able to experience my young lover's impending orgasm this way. I was aware of every pulse, throb and twitch his erection made as he prepared to ejaculate in my mouth.

Stephen let me know he was getting ready to cum, giving me the choice as to whether to pull away or not.

Now, I have 'given head' to many men over the years, but up till now, when a man got ready to ejaculate, I would pull away and finish the job manually. Up till now, cumming in my mouth was a privilege that I reserved for my husband only, and for him it was a rare treat. But this was special. Stephen was special; very special to me. I wanted to taste him, to savor his semen in my mouth and ingest him.

Having ejaculated three times already that day, the volume of Stephen's ejaculate was not large, but it was not insignificant either. He pumped several reasonably sized strings of semen into my waiting mouth. I swallowed the first quickly, preparing for the next spurt, but I held the next two shots of sperm in my mouth; savoring its salty, slightly bitter taste on my tongue even as I pulled his penis from my mouth. I wanted this moment to last.

With two coin sized 'dollops' of his sperm resting on my tongue, I opened my mouth to show Stephen his ejaculate, closed my mouth and slowly swallowed as he watched me. "I love the way you taste. I want you to know, you are only the second man that I have let cum in my mouth. You are now in a very, very exclusive club with Jim."

Stephen smiled broadly, obviously please with his initiation to the club. "Honest?"

"Yes, honest. Only Jim and you have cum in my mouth, ever. No one else. Now I want you to do me a favor." I said.

"Anything." He responded with legitimate enthusiasm. 

"I want you to put on your clothes, and come up stairs and watch TV with Jim and me. Will you do that for me?"

Stephen smiled and nodded, "OK, I will."

"I'll give you a chance to get dressed. I will tell Jim you are going to join us after all." And I headed up stairs. 

Jim was anxiously waiting for an update on Stephen. Jim looked at me questioningly, "well, is everything OK?"

"I think it will be but he is a little conflicted right now. He is going to come up and join us though." I said as I sat on Jim's lap. "Can you smell anything on my breath?" I whispered in his ear as seductively as I could.

""No, like what?" he asked in a confused tone.

"Like Stephen's semen? I just bribed him with his first 'full swallow blow job'! He seemed to like it." I smiled at him and added, "Want to kiss me?" and I puckered up playfully.

Jim reacted as I hoped he would, He pushed me playfully off his lap and to the floor. "You are a wicked, wicked little girl. I can't believe you just did that. No, I will wait until you brush for my next kiss. You are a very bad little girl."

"So it's OK for Stephen's semen to find its way into my mouth, but not yours? I will have to remember that." I said as playfully as I could in a stage whisper of sorts.

"Yes, try to remember that. That is one of those 'rules' I don't want you forgetting." Jim said sternly.

Jim was reminding me once again that the thought of other men's semen on me and in me was arousing for him to think of, and arousing to watch, but he did not personally want any contact with it himself. Men can be kind of skittish about things like that I guess. At least Jim was.

Stephen came upstairs a minute later, and we watched "Terminator" on one of the cable channels. The movie was perfect for two guys, emotionally attached to the same woman, trying to sort out their feelings. This was a violent, 'guys movie' that took their attentions from me and kept them focused on the screen.

For me, I just enjoyed sitting with the two men in my life at that moment. I was happy and content.

Coming soon - Chapter 6

"my voyeur husband"

Educating Our Youth Ch. 06



My voyeur husband watches me

As Jim and I laid together in our bed following our wonderful love making session, Jim said, "Baby, I want to watch him fuck you."

"I don't know. I think that might freak Stephen out if he knew that you knew about this. Also, I can use the fact that we can't let you find out about our little tryst as a way to keep some level of control over this wild situation," I responded. 

Up till this point, I had been sharing every detail of my involvement with Stephen with my husband, Jim. And Jim had been enjoying these incidents vicariously through their retelling. Now he wanted to actually witness these sexual, but loving, encounters. 

"He would not have to know I was watching, or that I knew," Jim replies.

"How do you think you could accomplish that?" I asked.

Jim thought for a moment. "Tomorrow I could pretend to leave for golf. You could signal me somehow when you and Stephen go out to the pool or the spa, and I could sneak back into the house and watch from our bedroom window. You could bring him into our room and I could watch quietly from the closet through the louvered doors."

I knew I should protest this crazy idea. However, in the end, I knew I would do just as Jim asked; after all, I always did. And, deep down, I knew I wanted Jim to see me getting fucked by my young lover. I did enjoy sharing my experiences with my husband. It made my pulse quicken just thinking about it. So I nodded, and I started hatching my part of the plan.

This was going to be an interesting and wild next few months with my lover, Stephen staying in the house with Jim and me!

Jim established the signal system for Sunday's adventure. He would leave for his golf outing, (which he had already canceled.) I would lure Stephen to the pool or hot tub. I would signal Jim by turning on the front porch light immediately before we went outside. Jim would sneak back in the house and observe our activities from our bedroom window, which overlooked the pool and spa.

If I was successful in luring Stephen back into our bedroom, when Jim saw that we were coming back in the house, he would hide in the closet. Jim could then observe Stephen and me silently through the louvers in the door. He had a nice chair set up in our walk-in closet, so he would be fairly comfortable playing the voyeur.

What could possibly go wrong, right? I am still surprised I agree to these types of plans. I mean, how would Jim explain sitting in his car, parked in Stephen's parent's driveway across the street as he waited for his secret signal, if he was asked what he was doing by a nosey neighbor on their way to church? I was very apprehensive about this whole plan. But being the good and very obedient wife that I am, I agreed to go with the play my role in this tawdry conspiracy, as instructed by Jim.

The next morning, as we gathered around the breakfast table together over coffee and bagels, Jim indicated to Stephen and me that he was leaving for the golf course around 10:00 a.m. and would likely be gone most of the afternoon. The smile on Stephen's face at this news was priceless. His mind immediately leapt to thoughts of 'another afternoon of fun with Cindy!'.

I had already 'tempted up' the hot tub to a comfortable 100F in preparation for my seduction activities. While February in Houston was not bitterly cold, it was too cold for a pool. But it was perfect weather for 'hot tubbing'.

The backyard was isolated from outside view by a 6 foot fence and large shrubs. Our privacy would be protected (from everyone except Jim).

Jim left on schedule. As Jim pulled out of the driveway, I turned to Stephen and asked if he would like to join me in the hot tub. He was enthusiastic in his acceptance of my invitation.

"Should we wear suits, or bath 'au natural'?" I asked.

"I have never gone skinny dipping before." Stephen replied.

"Well then, this can be another first for you." I loved it every time I knew I was forming memory that for the rest of Stephen's life he would remember as 'the first time I did this, it was with Cindy...'. I do not know why it pleased me so much to create 'first-time memories' with him, but it did. 

I gathered up a couple of large towels, donned my robe without anything underneath, and waited for Stephen to join me in the kitchen. I could feel my pulse in my clitoris and my vagina getting wet in anticipation of Stephen's and my activities this morning. Stephen came in wearing a pair of gym shorts and tee shirt. The crotch of his gym shorts was poking out nicely as well, indicating that he was equally aroused at our prospects for intimacy.

As we started out to the spa, I handed Stephen the towels, and said, "I'll meet you out there in just a second. Take the cover off the spa for me."

I rushed back to the front door and turned on the porch light. When I returned to the spa, Stephen had removed the cover, and was waiting for me.

I walked up and opened my robe as sensually as I could, letting it drop to the ground before climbing into the tub. Stephen smiled broadly, pulled off his shirt, and removed his shorts.

His penis stood our in front of him, partially erect, almost parallel to the ground. His broad shoulders and chest, and his flat, ribbed stomach muscles framed his growing erection magnificently. He reminded me of the statue of David, only now 'my David was getting a hard-on' right before my very eyes. 

I loved watching Stephen grow erect; I loved knowing I was the cause of the erection. Stephen started to climb in, but I stopped him. "Stephen, wait a second, just stand there. I want to watch your penis grow for me. It is absolutely a beautiful sight."

Stephen stood in front of me, proudly displaying his growing cock, which was now about three quarters erect. I looked towards the bedroom window and wondered if Jim was watching yet.

I moved to the side of the spa, such that I was in profile to the bedroom viewing area, and motioned for Stephen to come towards me. Leaning over the side of the spa, I pulled his penis towards me, and smiled towards the bedroom window, giving anyone who might be watching the best profile view I could.

As I took Stephen into my mouth, I thought, 'I hope you are watching and enjoying this, Jim.'

I sucked Stephen just long enough to get him fully erect, and then invited him into the spa with me. We began kissing immediately, and passionately. He caressed my naked breasts, and I gently massaged his erection.

His fingers quickly found there way to my vulva, and he teased my clit, gently masturbating me as out tongues played tag. I quickly forgot about my 'voyeur husband' and I was lost in my young lovers' attentions.

Stephen tried to penetrate me with his fingers, but he quickly learned what all of us more experienced 'hot tubbers' know, the warm water washes away a woman's natural lubrication; and penetration with fingers, or a penis is very difficult and somewhat uncomfortable. 

But the external stimulation on my clit was wonderful. I directed Stephen to focus his attention on my erect and engorged clit. I became increasingly aroused. I broke our kiss for a moment.

"Stephen, let me teach you one of the most wonderful things about a spa." I stood up, turned towards the edge of the spa and knelt down on the bench so that and one of the jets was directed right on my clit. "Stephen, stand behind me and hold me in place. And play with my breasts. Don't let me move away from the jet" I instructed.

Stephen moved behind me, his stiff erection pushing firmly into the crack of my ass, his hands reaching around and cupping my breasts as I braced myself against his strong chest. And I let the jetting water start to work its magic on my clit. 

I loved the feeling of Stephen's erection pulsing and humping against the cheeks of my ass, as the powerful jet stream stimulated my clitoris. The pressure from the jet bordered on being too intense. Without Stephen to restrain me and hold me in place, I would involuntarily spasm and pull away from the jet. But Stephen was forcing me to remain in place, and to maintain the pressure on my extremely sensitive clitoris, against my natural reaction to pull away. The dominance of his restraint, and the submissive nature of my being restrained, only added to my pleasure. 

"Oh god, that feels good!" I liked being held this way, and feeling his erection pressing up against my ass. This was so sexy. I was rocking my hips as the jet teased my clitoris, bringing me closer and closer to my first orgasm. I knew it was building rapidly inside me now. Stephen pushed his hips forward, pressing his cock into my butt crack, forcing me up closer to the jet nozzle, which increased the intensity of the water.

I leaned my head back on Stephen's shoulder, and he kissed me deeply as he pulled my nipples. I moaned as I sucked his tongue and I started to cum. The intensity of the pulsing jet on my clit became intolerably intense.

"Oh god, I am cumming. It is too much. Shit, I can't take this."

But Stephen held me in place forcing my orgasm to continue as I bucked my hips splashing water wildly, alternating between relishing the pleasure on my clit, and trying to wiggle free to stop the unbearable intensity of it all. My entire body convulsed in waves of pleasure. 

"Shit, Stephen, please. It is too much."

It was several seconds before Stephen released his vice-like grip on me and allowed me to squirm free out of the way of the jet, but it seemed like an eternity when it was happening. The forced continuation of my orgasm as Stephen held me in place added to my pleasure. 

"Oh baby, that was sooooo intense." My breasts were still heaving as I tried to recover my senses. Stephen continued to hold and caress me as I came down from my high.

I had forgotten all about Jim during the intense orgasm. I suddenly realized I needed to move this party into the bedroom where he could listen and watch.

"Oh Stephen, that was wonderful. Thank you for that. Thank you for making me cum like that," I said as I leaned my head back to kiss him again. I reached behind me and grabbed his firm erection in my hand. "Let's go inside and make love. I want you inside of me."

Stephen responded to my offer and my touch as I hoped he would. He moaned, thrust his hips forward in timing to my fist pumping up and down, and said, "I can't think of anything I would rather do."

We climbed out of the spa, and toweled each other off a bit. I put on my robe, and Stephen just picked up his shorts and shirt and headed inside. His erect penis swayed proudly in front of him with every step he took.

"Damn, you look good sporting that magnificent hard-on. Is that all for me?"

"Every bit of it," he responded, "Every inch belongs to you, Cindy. Only you."

His response may me smile. Yes, this young man was mine, all mine; at least for now.

Stephen started to steer me down stairs to the basement as we had done yesterday.

"No, Stephen, I want you to take me in my own bed today. I want you to make me cum in my 'marital' bed. It will mean more to me there."

I know it did not make any sense, but women in heat don't need to make sense, do they? I needed for Jim to see, hear and even smell the sex between Stephen and me. It needed to be that real to him. "Go grab a condom, or two, and come into my bedroom. Jim won't be home for several hours."

He bolted down stairs, taking two steps at a stride, his erection flopping wildly in front of him, slapping up against his firm abdomen along the way. I quickly went into the bedroom, and quietly opened to door to our closet. Jim was there, his trousers open and his erect penis in his fist, staring at me with wondrous amazement.

I put my finger to my lips to tell him to remain silent. I winked, removed my robe and stood there for a brief moment in my naked and aroused glory. Then I smiled coyly as I shut the door and said simply, "Showtime."

I lay propped up on some pillows as Stephen entered the room. He had the bag of condoms in one hand.

"Stephen, I don't think we are going to need all three dozen today."

"Maybe not, but I did not want to be caught short, just in case." He quipped back at me.

He was still fully erect. "I love how hard you get, and how hard you stay. You do have a wonderfully hard, long and thick penis."

Stephen set the bag down and climbed on the bed, crawling between my legs. He placed his hands on each knee and opened me, exposing my pussy fully to his gaze. He looked at me with as much admiration and love as anyone ever has. 

I was very aroused, but the spa had washed away most of my lubrication. I explained to Stephen that I would need a little 'attention' to get really wet again.

Stephen certainly had an answer to that problem. "Cindy, can I taste you?"

"I thought you would never ask. Yes, of course you can. Be gentle and concentrate on the clitoris; that's my 'little nubbins in the front'. That is the 'seat' of a woman's pleasure."

He got into position and slowly began to lick and kiss my clit. He was experimenting and learning along the way. I held his head with my hands, signaling to him where to stimulate me and what to do.

Stephen took my erect clit into his mouth and gently sucked it, pulling the blood deeper into the sensitive nub. "Oh baby, that's perfect. Yes, oh yes. Oh my that feels so good." His tongue sent an electric shot of pleasure through me.

"Oh baby, you are making me so hot, it is so sensitive down there," I moaned.

I looked over at the closet door, knowing my audience was hidden only a few feet away. I silently mouthed 'I love you' towards my husband. And I did love him; in fact, at that moment, I loved both of my men, completely.

I then returned my attention to my young lover who was driving me crazy sucking my clitoris. "Oh baby, can you feel my clit growing in your mouth? It feels so huge right now. You are sucking the blood into it. It feels so sensitive, so engorged; it feels like you could make it pop in your mouth." 

I was being particularly verbal now for Jim's benefit. I wanted my husband to know and understand what I was experiencing.

Stephen then changed from sucking slowly to sucking harder, more forcefully. "Oh baby, too much, too much. It's too sensitive." I arched my hips up against his mouth.

"Baby, would you touch my pussy while you suck me? Touch me with your fingers." I pleaded. I wanted Jim to experience the orgasm vicariously that was rapidly building inside of me.

Stephen's fingers found my opening and slowly penetrated me while he continued to suck me. He penetrated me with two fingers right off the bat. I felt him stretching me open, wide with a circular, massaging motion. God it felt good.

His fingers quickly opened me up and found my g-spot. "Oh baby, that's it. You are opening me up so wide. You are reaching inside me. It feels like your fingers are all the way up inside my womb. God, you are driving me crazy."

The combination of him sucking my clit and massaging the front wall of my uterus was too much for me; I could not hold back, I started to cum instantly.

"Oh baby, I'm cumming. You are making me cum again. Damn I love this. I love you and what you do to me. " I shouted loudly and passionately. I bucked my hips wildly, pushing myself against his probing fingers and against the sucking of his lips and tongue. I held his head in place as I ground my vulva against his mouth and tongue. 

As the waves of my orgasm crashed over me, my sounds became incoherent moans, I was babbling nonsense, but the passion contained in these moans was clearly evident to Stephen and to Jim. Both knew that I was thrashing about uncontrollably experiencing one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.

After the third, or maybe fourth, wave of gut shaking climaxes, I could not go on, "Baby, I need to stop. Please, I can't take any more of this. It is too much." And I forcefully pushed Stephen's head away from my pussy, breaking his suction on my clit.

He looked up at me, proud; very pleased with his ability to drive me to orgasm. He knew that he had complete control over me now. I knew it too.

"Baby, will you fuck me now?" I reached for the bag of condoms, and began unwrapping the only protection I would need.

I really regretted not being able to let him take me 'bare back'. I wanted his seed inside me. But this was a small price to pay to avoid an unwanted pregnancy. I needed to correct this situation; to get on the pill so I could take him 'skin-to-skin' and have him ejaculate his semen where it belonged - deep in my womb. 

After rolling the latex barrier on to his rigid tool, I lay back ready to accept my young man. I was giving myself to Stephen as fully and completely as I could as Jim watched from a few feet away.

I beckoned Stephen to approach me. "Stephen, come fuck me. I want you inside me. I want you to stretch me open like you did yesterday afternoon."

He climbed between my knees, spreading them as wide as he could, his thick, firm cock pointing upward towards my chest and face. I took hold of his shaft. I had to actually bend it downward slightly to position it at my vaginal opening. He was so hard, so erect that his cock wanted to point further up, towards the ceiling rather than towards my open and waiting pussy.

He slowly penetrated my opening. I could feel the latex sheave head pass my outer folds, stretching me opening as it did. I could not have accommodated a thicker erection in my tight pussy. He filled me completely, stretched me a bit, in fact. I could feel him forcing me open, stretching me wide with every inch of his slow penetration. 

He rocked back and forth, gaining depth with each stroke. I felt my pussy open to accommodate him as he did. He was banging my cervix, deep inside me and rubbing on my g-spot.

I tried to wrap my legs around him, but he held my legs at the ankles in his strong hands, raising my legs up above my head, not letting me go. He was taking me his way now.

He then started to raise my ankles up, pulling them over his shoulders. This forced my ass off the bed, leaving my weight resting on my shoulders. My ankles were by his ears now. I was totally and completely vulnerable in this position. He was in complete control. He could do whatever he wished with me in this position. I was helpless, and I loved that feeling. I love being completely vulnerable to my man. 

With my ankles around his neck, my ass in the air, I could feel the bulbous head of his cock rubbing hard against the front of my womb. He was pushing deeper than ever before into me, stretching my open more than I had ever been before.

Stephen began pounding my open pussy more vigorously now. He was pulling all the way out of me, leaving just the tip of his erection at my opening before pounding down with all his force deep into me with violent thrusts. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass with each powerful trust. The feeling of the mixture of pain and pleasure as he violently abused my vagina was indescribable. God this was sexy; he was sexy. I moaned loudly and passionately as he fucked me. 

Quickly he sent me over the edge again as his punished and abused my vagina with a brutal, savage pounding. I was cumming and I could not stop. Each powerful thrust into me evoke a loud grunt and moan.

"Oh god, I am cumming again. Oh baby, fuck me hard!" My sounds then reverted to being incoherent moans of pleasure.

Each powerful slam into my pussy was only to be followed with his withdrawal and yet another subsequent impaling by his large thick cock.

His paced quickened and I knew he was getting ready to cum. "Oh baby, cum with me. Cum in me. Spill your seed in Cindy's pussy. Your cock feels so good."

Stephen made one last powerful thrust and then remained buried inside me, his balls were pushed against my up-turned ass as his penis throbbed violently inside me, pulsing, pumping his semen out. I really wished he could remove that damn rubber and fill me with his seed.




Educating Our Youth Ch. 06



After a series of pulses, ejaculating inside me, Stephen lowered my legs from his shoulders, relaxed and collapsed on top of me. I lay there, wrapped my legs around him to hold him in place. With his cock still erect in me, I was stroking his back, reaching down and rubbing his muscular ass.

I always felt that lovers should be locked together, unable to disengage after our orgasms with each other. I liked the idea of clamping down on the male member, and keeping him from withdrawing from me; keeping the erect male tool deep inside me after my lover spilled their seed.

And so I held my man in place, my heels on his ass. Keeping him inside me and I would periodically massage his erection by contracting my pussy around him. Every time I contracted, it caused Stephen's cock to pulse back at me. I loved that response. I loved the post coital game of me holding him in place with my heels, contracting my vagina and keeping him hard inside me.

I was completely sated and content at that moment. I could have remained like that for hours. At that moment, life was perfect.

After a few minutes, I started to doze off; but was brought back to this world when Stephen began moving inside me again, starting to stroke in and out. He was telling me that he was ready to fuck me again without having every left to premises! He was going to have another 'go of it' without us even disengaging. Young men, teenage men, were wonderful. I felt sexy, desirable and loved.

"Didn't get enough, huh? Are you going to fuck Cindy's sore little pussy again? Stephen, you are insatiable." I pulled his face forward and kissed him. I loved the intimacy of talking, and joking with this teenager while we remained coupled together. "What am I going to do with you? You are going to wear my poor pussy out!"

"I will never get enough of you. You are so beautiful. I love you." Stephen said as his movements became more pronounced.

I wondered how Jim would react to that last comment. The young man thought he had fallen in love with me.

But truthfully, I was having some of the same feelings towards Stephen. "I love you too, Stephen, you are very special to me; and you always will be." I kissed him again. "Now don't hold back. Go ahead and cum as soon as you can so you don't make me too sore. The latex condom tends to make my pussy a bit sore."

"I'd be happy to take the condom off if you want.", he quipped.

"Don't be a smart ass, you little brat." I responded playfully, "Thank you for the offer though. Just fuck me and shut up!" And I kissed him again as he stroked in and out of me. We made passionate love for the next ten minutes or so. His climax was less dramatic than his first. Having cum three times already, (in the spa, while being eaten, and from the first pounding Stephen gave my pussy), I knew I would not climax this time.

This time, when he came, he dismounted me and like a dutiful lover, I removed his semen filled condom and discarded it in my bathroom. I returned to the bed with a warm, moist wash rag and proceeded to wash his cock for him. He laid back and enjoyed the attention. It was the least I could do for a man who had given me three orgasms before noon.

"Stephen, I would love to take a nap with you, and sleep in your arms right now. But we can't do it here. I don't want to risk us falling asleep and having Jim come home to find us. Would you take me downstairs to your bedroom for a nap together?"

I knew that this would allow Jim to escape the confines of the closet. Stephen thought us taking a nap together was a great idea. I grabbed some clothes and carried them downstairs, still naked. Stephen, grabbed his condom bag and led the way.

We snuggled and napped for a couple of hours when I heard the back door slam and some movement upstairs, I knew Jim was announcing his return home. I donned a pair of gym shorts and a top, with no bra or panties, and went up to meet Jim. I left Stephen resting in his bed. He was deep in thought and deep in love.

I found Jim upstairs, very curious about how my afternoon went after he escaped the closet hide out. I told him that it was a very good day.

Coming soon - Chapter 7



Educating Our Youth Ch. 07



"Stacy's visit"

The situation with Stephen, while incredibly exciting and pleasurable, was getting out of control. Jim had witnessed the entire scene with Stephen from the bedroom closet, and had cum twice while watching. But rather than being satisfied, this seemed to 'fan the flames'; he seemed intent on finding a way to 'join the action'. He wanted to have both Stephen and him to take me on together; to 'tag team' me.

Stephen, on the other hand, was obsessed with his new found love and sex goddess. He rushed home from school daily to have me before Jim got home. In fact, he skipped basketball practice on Monday to get home early. I told him that was not acceptable. The reason his parents allowed him to stay with us was to finish his senior year and to compete in sports; not to have wild sex with the wife of his host. He agreed that he would not skip practice any more.

But he would come home and immediately find me, and begin fondling and kissing me. And because we typically only had a little more than an hour before Jim arrived home each night, Stephen felt a sense of urgency to move the action ahead rather quickly. And while the situation was sexy, it felt a bit rushed to me. But Stephen was becoming a skilled lover, and he usually got me off at least once during the allotted time.

After a couple of week's of this routine, I knew what to expect each day upon Stephen's arrival each day. In week two, there was an unexpected interruption to our routine. On a Thursday afternoon, before Stephen arrived, a good friend of mine, Stacey, dropped by unannounced. Stacey was my best female friend in college. She was two years younger than me.

Stacey was tall and statuesque. At 5 ft 10 in. she had the long legs and figure of a model. She was an avid tennis player and had the sleek look of a well conditioned athlete. She had a blue-eyed, 'blonde' Swedish or Norwegian appearance to her that I envied.

She was married and had two young children. Her husband was a 'stay at home dad' who took care of the children while she earned a good living working as a geologist for an oil company in the Dallas area. I suspected her appearance made it difficult for the men in her office to concentrate with her in meetings. She was gorgeous. 

She was driving into Houston for a conference on Friday when she decided to see if she could catch me home.

I was glad to see her, and actually felt a bit relieved that her presence would interfere with Stephan's routine. It would give me a night off, so to speak; and as much as I enjoyed being the center of attention of both Jim and Stephen, I was wearing out a bit (literally). I was having a little difficulty keeping up with Stephan's incredible libido. And, as a result of the vicarious enjoyment Jim was experiencing, Jim's sex drive had kicked into high gear as well. 

In short, I was being slowly fucked to death by my two men. It was a very nice way to go, but it was a bit overwhelming at times. I welcomed my 'night off' due to Stacy's presence. 

Stacey and I had been visiting in the front sitting room when Stephen came home. I had just gone to get us each a second glass of wine, and was in the kitchen when Stephen bolted through the back door into the kitchen.

I had my back to him, holding the two wine glasses, when he came up behind me, hugged me, kissed me on the neck as he reached around to feel my breast. With the two glasses of wine in my hands, I could not block his uninvited touching of my breast.

I quickly turned to him and said, "Stephen, not now; I have a visitor..."

Stephen and I both turned quickly towards a noise at the kitchen entrance, and we saw a very shocked Stacey watching this very brief scene unfold. Stacey had heard Stephen come in and had followed me into the kitchen to meet my young boarder.

Apparently, she had seen the hug, the kiss on the neck and his cupping my breast; and she was shocked at the implication. I felt my face burn with embarrassment, mortified that my good friend had witnessed this teenage boy fondle me.

I tried to ignore the awkwardness of the situation and introduced Stacey to Stephen. Stephen quickly removed his hand from my tit, and was equally embarrassed at being caught by Stacey as I was.

Stacey was polite, and said nothing in Stephen's presence; but she gave me a knowing and questioning look as she shook Stephan's hand. Stephan was polite, but excused himself immediately to escape the embarrassment of the moment.

As Stephen went downstairs to his little basement fortress, Stacey raised her eyebrows and asked simply, "OK, what was that about?"

I could feel my face burning crimson as I tried to think of what to say, "Oh he is just a horny teenager who gets a little frisky; a little too frisky sometimes. I have to put him in his place sometimes."

Stacey stood there, arms crossed with a look that indicated she was not buying any of the nonsense I was spewing. "Cindy, have we met? Do you think I have gotten stupid since the last time we were together? What's going on?" 

She uncrossed her arms to take the glass of wine I handed to her. She nodded her head towards my wine glass and said, "Go ahead, take a drink of wine. You look like you need it. And then tell me what the fuck you are up to?"

"Nothing, nothing at all. He just feels a little too comfortable flirting with me. I should have done a better job discouraging it from the beginning. But now he seems to be confused with exactly where the boundaries are." My answer did not even sound reasonable to me.

"Cindy, he was feeling you up when I came around the corner. I think he knows where the boundaries are. Have you already done the nasty with him; or its that still in the future. I know one thing, that young man will be fucking you soon, if he hasn't done so already."

I realized that my continued denial sounded ridiculous, even to me. I decided to admit to the obvious. "Things did get a little out of hand after he first came to live with us. I admit it."

Stacy smiled broadly, "You go girl. I am so proud of you. You are living every woman's dream! Damn, and he is very cute too. Does Jim suspect anything?" There was no admonishment, only admiration in her response. 

Out of fear, I backed off my confession..."I am not admitting to anything here. Nothing is going on." I tried to retreat from my previous admission.

"Bull shit girl. You be doing it with that teenager," she said in her best Ebonics accent. "I am not criticizing you. Hell I wish I had a teenage lover. I'd 'be doing it' with that boy too if I could. Honest I would. You are my new hero."

I guided us back to the front room. I did not know if Stephen was eavesdropping, but I did not need him hearing this conversation.

Stacey and I talked for the next two hours over two more glasses of wine. With each glass of wine, she was able to pry more information out of me. She was obviously enjoying my situation vicariously; enjoying it too much, I might add.

Repeatedly, she told me how she envied me; how she wished she had a young lover; how she would fuck that boy in a 'New York minute'.

I joked at one point, "maybe I should loan him out to you?"

Stacey jumped on that, "Don't make any offers you won't back up. I'd love for you to send him my way. I would teach that youngster a thing or two; things that he might not learn from 'sweet little Cindy'."

Since Stacey and I had both had four glasses of wine over two hours when Jim came home, he could see we were pretty drunk when he arrived. Jim offered to fix us dinner and insisted that Stacey spend the night. She was definitely too drunk to drive to her hotel in the Galleria area of Houston.

Stacey never made any inappropriate references in front of Jim or Stephen during dinner; she behaved herself admirably. She crashed in one of my son's room, who was away at college. I worried that my horny friend might venture downstairs during the night looking for Stephen, but she behaved all night long.

Since she had meetings early in the morning, she got up and left before any of the rest of us awakened. About mid-morning Stacey called me to thank me for the hospitality, and the wine. As she ended the call she said once again, "And enjoy your young lover. And if you ever want to 'broaden that boy's horizons' with another older woman, be sure to send him to me. I would love to give him a lesson or two."

"I will certainly keep that in mind. I will give that all the consideration it deserves. I worry you might not send him back to me though." I shocked myself with that last statement.

"Oh, I won't steal him from you; I would just borrow him. I would return him as good as ever; he'd just be a little wiser and more talented is all."

"I'll get back to you on that, you wicked lady." And we said our goodbyes and hung up.

Stacey's comments weighed on my mind all day. Should I offer this experience to Stephen? I admit, I felt a twinge of jealousy thinking about my tall, statuesque friend taking my young lover to bed. On the other hand, it might help Stephen put the emotional aspects of our relationship in the proper perspective. After all, Stephen and I were not ever going to be in a committed, monogamous relationship.

And despite Stacey's act as the 'black widow', ready to consume any male she encounters, I felt Stacey was actually a kind, gentle and caring lady who would treat Stephen with tenderness and affection.

Stephen came home, but rather than immediately assaulting and fondling me, he wanted to know what Stacey thought about what she saw yesterday. He was mostly concerned about whether or not he was in trouble for getting caught nuzzling me and feeling me up in the kitchen.

I was pretty honest in my response, "Stephen, Stacey correctly deduced that you were more than just a 'boarder' to me. Based on what she saw, and my reaction to her questions, she knew you and I were intimate. She did not condemn or criticize me; rather she we complimentary and a bit envious."

"Envious?"

"Yes, she thinks you are a very attractive young man, very appealing to her; and she wishes she had a young man to share similar experiences with. She thinks every woman my age needs a 'Stephen' in her life."

A smile broke across his face as he beamed; relieved that he was not in trouble with me, and obviously flattered that Stacey found him so attractive and desirable.

"Stacey also asked if I would loan you to her."

That last comment just hung in the air. Stephen looked at me confused and shocked; trying to discern whether or not this was a joke or a serious possibility. He obviously had never considered taking other lovers in addition to me.

I decided to broach the subject head on, "Would you want to spend some time with Stacey if you could?" 

"Seriously? Would you want me to do that?" He was being cautious now.

"Stephen, I would not want you to 'do that for me'; but if you would like to see what it is like with another woman, I would not be offended. I would support you doing so. But definitely don't do this because you think I want you to, or expect you to. Only do this if you want to do it."

"You wouldn't be mad at me?"

"Oh baby, no. I wouldn't be mad. I don't expect you to 'forsake all others till death do us part' for me. I love what we have, and I will always cherish it. But I do expect that you will be with other girls and women. No, I would not be mad at all."

"She is pretty. And she does seem nice. How would this happen?" Stephen was obviously excited by the very thought of being with Stacey.

"I am not sure. Let me think about that. Would you like to go downstairs with me for a while before Jim gets home?"

Stephen nodded. I took him downstairs and we made love on his bed. It was lovely and sensual rather than rough and passionate. I did not cum, but it was very satisfying nonetheless.

"Stephen, I am going to go back on the pill so we can make love without these condoms. I want to take your semen inside me. I like that aspect of love making."

Stephen seemed to like that thought and the idea than soon he could take me without a latex barrier between us. He liked it a lot. 

We de-coupled and I went upstairs. I called Stacey on her cell phone. The conference was just ending and she was preparing to head back to Dallas that evening.

"Would it be possible for you to stay another night in Houston, with us?" I asked.

"I suppose I could. Tomorrow is Saturday, I don't have anything planned. Mike is home with the kids, but he would understand if I got held over another night. Why?" Stacey sounded a bit confused by the request. 

"If you can stay until mid-afternoon tomorrow, I think I can make your fantasy a reality."

Her voice changed, she immediately understood my reference to 'her fantasy', and she was intrigued, "Tell me more."

"Jim plays golf tomorrow morning. If you were here when he left, I believe I could give you and Stephen some time alone. He is very intrigued by you, and I think if you don't scare him off by coming on too strong, he would love to be with you."

"Oh Cindy, you are an angel; a wicked angel, but an angel." It will take me a couple of hours to get from the Galleria to your home in the Woodlands. If I leave now, I can be there by 7:30 at the latest. What time do you guys eat?"

"We will hold dinner for you. Don't rush." She arrived shortly after 7 p.m. 

Stacey, Jim, Stephen and I had a nice dinner. After dinner, Stacey and I shared several glasses of wine, while Jim drank a few beers. And we visited before retiring to bed. Stephen hung with us for a while before escaping to his basement 'man-cave'. There was no reference to any plans for tomorrow by anyone.

I decided not to share the possibility of Stacey & Stephen hooking up with Jim. I did not feel I could explain why I agreed to do it; I was not sure I understood why I agreed to Stacey's plan myself. As I prepared for bed, I thought like I might have made a mistake in inviting Stacey over again. But once the plan was in motion, there was really no turning back.

The next morning, Stacey & I sipped our coffee and visited some more as Jim prepared to leave. Once Jim was out the door, I turned to Stacey and said, "OK, I guess it is show time."

I led Stacey downstairs to Stephen's room, where we found him lying on top of the covers on his bed, watching 'Sponge Bob Square Pants'. I smiled thinking that the 'man' who had been pounding my pussy and driving me into absolute ecstasy was watching Saturday morning cartoons. But I guess most men never do really grow up, do they?

Stephen perked up a bit as we entered his room. He was wearing a white football jersey and some navy flannel shorts. He had a wholesome, athletic, 'all-American boy' look about him. He was a handsome lad.

"Stephen, would you like to spend a little time with Stacey?"

He nodded nervously. He was clearly a bit intimated by this entire scenario. I found his nervousness cute and endearing. And I suddenly regretted not keeping Stephen for myself. What was I thinking inviting Stacey into the picture? But I was committed and there was no turning back now.

"I will leave you two alone, to get acquainted. Enjoy yourselves." I looked Stephen in the eyes and counseled, "Stephen, just relax and enjoy. You don't have to perform. Don't feel pressured to do anything. If it feels right, OK. But do not feel pressured." I was uncomfortable leaving Stephen; I felt very protective of him. And yes, I was jealous too. 

I turned to Stacey and said, "Be good to him. This young man means a great deal to me."

"Relax, we will be fine. Won't we, Stephen? Stop worrying."

I left the door open as I left, but Stacey shut it behind me. It was out of my hands now.

I went upstairs, and I made myself a 'blood mary'. I seldom drank before evening, but I felt I needed a drink. I snuck over to the stairway, drink in hand and tried listening, but I could only hear muffled sounds coming from behind the closed door. God I wanted to know what was going on.

I resisted the urge to go downstairs and listen by the door.

I sat, sipping my drink, waiting impatiently. I finished my first drink and made another. They had been alone for about 45 minutes when I heard the first unmistakable sounds of sexual excitement coming up the basement staircase.

Stacey's moans were penetrating the floor and the walls. Whatever Stephen was doing to her, he was doing it right. She obviously liked it. Stacey's moans became louder, and more constant as they continued to pierce the floor for 10 minutes or so. Then I heard a pounding that I realized could only be the headboard banging against the wall. And rhythmic screeches emanated from Stacey in rapid time to the pounding of the head board. She was communicating to me and the world that she was having a series of long, continuous orgasms. 

I was jealous, angry and growing very aroused. Stacey's sounds of sexual arousal were exciting me. I felt my pussy getting wet and my clitoris starting to throb with excitement. I could not resist placing my hand inside of my shorts and stimulating my clitoris in response to the sounds of sex echoing all around me. I masturbated sitting there in my living room as I listened to the sounds of sex penetrating the floor all around me. 

Stacey let out a loud, bellowing moan, announcing to me, and possibly my neighbors that she reached another climax. Stacey's loud orgasm triggered my own, as I furiously rubbed my 'little nubbins' while sitting on my couch. I tried hard to remain silent, but a muffled moan and a few squeaks escaped me as I came. I could not believe I had just masturbated to a climax in my living room while listening to Stephen pleasure Stacey. 

Then the pounding of the headboard subsided and Stacey's moans grew silent.

I waited impatiently for them to emerge, but they did not. I listened intently, and occasionally heard muffled sounds that might have been sexual, but nothing as obvious as Stacey's previous moans or the banging of the head board. 

It was about an hour later when I heard the shower running downstairs. About fifteen minutes later the bedroom door opened and Stacey emerged and came up stairs. Her hair was wet and pulled back into a pony tail. The shower was still running downstairs indicating that Stephen was still washing away his guilt or whatever else he was feeling.

"That was wonderful. He is wonderful. God I love that boy." Stacey was beaming.

"I take it Stephen met your expectations?"

"Met them? He exceeded my wildest dreams. I will be back to see that boy again the first chance I get."

"I'll have to think about that for awhile." I was not so sure I was going to allow an encore performance.

"He is a very big boy, almost too big." Stacey smiled wickedly. "That boy has a marvelous cock and phenomenal staying power."

"Yes, he is gifted." I conceded. I thought about asking for clarification on her comment about Stephen being 'too big', but decided against it. Stephen was well endowed, but was not a 'freak' in the penis department. He was a very healthy 7 inches, but was not the biggest man I had seen or enjoyed. Stacey was a much bigger woman than I am, and while Stephen certainly filled my little pussy up, I was able to accommodate him. I assumed she was exaggerating about his size for the erotic stimulation the image might create.

Stacey grabbed her overnight bag and prepared to leave. "I need to get on the road. Mike is understanding, but after being left with the kids for two days, he will be anxious for me to get back. Thanks for everything; and I mean everything."

"Don't mention it. I am glad you enjoyed it." We kissed each other on the cheek and Stacey left.

I walked downstairs to check on my young man. Stephen was drying off as I entered the bathroom. "Can I come in?" I asked, but entered without waiting to an invitation. "Is everything OK?"




Educating Our Youth Ch. 07



"Yes." Was his short, curt answer.

Stephen stood there naked, his penis flaccid, hanging down in front of him. It dawned on me that this was the first time he did not grow erect immediately in my presence. That fact alone irritated me beyond belief. He spends two hours with that bitch Stacey and now he no longer gets aroused standing naked in front of me. I did not like this development one bit.

"And?" I pushed to get additional details.

"And what?"

"How did it go? Did you enjoy your experience with Stacey? She seemed to be walking on cloud nine when she left moments ago. It appears you 'did her some good'. I think you have a new member to your fan club." I realized I was talking too much; I was talking too much out of nervousness. I decided to shut up and let Stephen speak.

"It was nice, I had fun."

"Did you use a condom?"

"No, Stacey said I did not need one, she is on the pill."

Stephen was not going to volunteer a damn thing! If I was going to get nay information, I was going to have to drag it out. "OK. Tell me what happened."

"We talked for a while, then we started kissing, and we had sex." He paused, thinking what to say next. "It was different than it is with you."

"How so?"

"With Stacey, it was really obvious that it was about the sex, not about me. I mean, the sex was great and all. But after you and I are together, I feel great. And I know you care about me, and I know that I love you. But with Stacey, I don't know. After we each climaxed, I knew that was it." He shuffled his feet a bit, and continued, "I'm not complaining or anything. It was fun. But with you it's not just fun, it is beautiful."

"Stephen, that might be the nicest compliment I have ever received from anyone. Thank you. And yes, what you and I have is beautiful. And special. And don't you ever forget that."

I walked over and hugged him; and I felt his penis throb upward as I did. "I am glad to see he still likes me.", motioning towards his penis that was swelling and growing slightly now as I hugged Stephen.

"Cindy, can I ask you something without making you mad?"

"Oh my, that sounds like a loaded question; but yes, you can ask me anything you want; and I promise I won't get mad"

"Have you ever had anal sex?" he asked sheepishly.

"Oh my God!" my minded raced to the obvious conclusion about what was behind this question. "Did she put you in her backside? I can't believe it. No wonder she said you were almost 'too big'. Well you certainly crossed another bridge today, huh?"

"We didn't start out doing that. We did it the regular way at first. And she really seemed to like the way we were doing it." 

He was struggling with telling me this, but he wanted to discuss it with someone. As I write this, I realize that it was a great compliment for Stephen to trust me enough to share this with me; but at that moment I was irritated and very, very jealous that he had fucked Stacy 'bareback' and then he had cum in her ass. But I worked hard not to let my jealousy or irritation show. 

I just said, "Continue."

He took a deep breath and said, "Well, after she came the first time, she climbed off me and asked me if I wanted to try something different."

"And of course, you thought 'why not?' right?" By my tone, it was clear that I was not pleased with this development. 

"Yeah something like that. Don't be mad. I did not know what she was going to do at first. She got on all fours and told me to move up behind her. She took a tube of lubricant out of her purse. She handed the tube to me and asked me to put some on her backside."

"Which you were only too willing to do?" I was noticeably pissed now. 

Stephen looked away, and nodded his head. "I did not really know what to do. So I did what she asked. I put some of the gel on her anus, and then I worked it all around with my finger. I thought that she just wanted me to finger her bottom. She seemed to like my finger touching her back there."

"Stephen, you can say asshole. I mean you did just fuck my friend in her nasty asshole. I don't think you need to be so prim and proper to use socially polite terms like 'bottom'. Just say asshole." I felt bad that I was letting my jealousy show through with this irritation. 

Stephen sat there silently, staring at the floor. 

"OK, I'm sorry. Use whatever terms you want. I guess I am just a little jealous. I know I have no right to be, but I am. Continue.

"You're jealous?" Stephen asked with a smile that revealed a combination of pride and relief.

"Yeah, I am a little surprised myself. But I am a little jealous you did that with Stacy." I said, shaking my head with amazement that I had revealed my feelings about this. "Stephen, you are very special to me. Go ahead and tell me what else happened. I am not mad at you."

Stephen nodded as if he understood, and went on, "She then had me kneel behind her and she took my cock towards her bottom and she told me to keep very still and not to push too fast." 

He looked at me to see if I was repulsed, angry or worse. I guess he decided that I could handle the rest of the story.

"Then she put the tip of my penis on her anus, she slowly pushed backwards forcing the tip inside her. She grunted and it seemed to hurt her, but she would stop for a moment, and tell me to stay still. She would pant and moan for several seconds. It seemed like when the pain subsided a bit, she would resume pushing back forcing a bit more of me inside her. And then she would pull forward a little bit and then push back a little further. Each time she pushed me a little deeper into her bottom."

Stephen looked at me to gauge my reaction. "It was very hard not to cum, she was so tight back there, and her moans and whimpers were really getting to me. I was only about half way inside her and I thought I would lose it right there; but I was able to fight off the urge to cum."

"Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy being in her as that way?" I asked.

"I don't know. In a way I did. She was very tight back there; and that really felt good. And I felt so...I don't know, naughty, bad. I knew this was something really 'out there."

Yeah, sometimes being really naughty can be very exciting. I mean, that is a part of your appeal. You are the teenage son of my best friend. It is pretty goddamn wicked to be fucking your best friend's son." I said in full disclosure. "So how do you feel about what you did with Stacy?"

"It was obvious that when I first went in her backside, it hurt her; but it seemed to hurt her in a way that she liked. She kept telling me I was too big, not to push, that it hurt; but she kept pushing back against me, driving me in a little deeper. And every time she would push back, she would tell me to be still and that it hurt; but she liked the fact that it hurt a little bit. She was almost crying when I was about halfway in, but it was not like she wanted me to stop. It was like she was determined to take me back there no matter how bad it hurt. I did not really understand why."

"Stephen, a strange fact about human sexuality is that there is often a very fine line between pain and intense pleasure. And a lot of women are very aroused by having their anus stimulated."

"Do you enjoy it?" Stephen turned this back to trying to learn about my likes and dislikes. 

"That is a very personal question, but it is a fair one. I enjoy having my backside touched on occasion, and stimulated. However, I am a pretty small, petite woman and I cannot accommodate even a small penis in my backside. It simply hurts me too much." I wanted to get back to what happened with Stephen, "So Stacey liked being taken back there, huh?"

Stephen nodded his head, and said, "It was strange. Like I said, it obviously hurt her. In fact, at first, I thought it might be hurting her a lot, too much. She acted like it did and had me hold very still for a while at first. But she wanted all of me inside her. And I did not move much at all, but she had an orgasm almost as soon as I got inside her really good. I only stroked in and out a few times before she came. She buried her face in the pillow and just screamed 'oh god, I'm cumming'. I am surprised you did not hear her."

"Stephen, I did hear her." I said shaking my head.

He stopped for a second, and then continued, "Cindy, there is something else."

"What?"

"It turned me on."

"What did?"

"The way she seemed to enjoy me pushing inside her despite the fact that it seemed to hurt her. Every time I would flex my penis, it stretched her anus and she made a sound like it hurt but hurt in a good way. She would let out a little scream, or screech. She would groan and grunt, and she would beg me not to move until she could get used to my size. All I had to do was 'pulse' my penis and she would moan and bury her face in the pillow. She was whimpering every time I just flexed my dick inside her backside."

Stephen paused to see how I was reacting before continuing. His penis was growing as he told me of his first anal experience. He obviously enjoyed reliving it. 

"I kept doing it, flexing my penis in her bottom. I think that is what made her have an orgasm, because I wasn't really stroking in and out of her when she came. She really liked the way I could flex my dick and stretch her open repeatedly. And I liked the way she would react, and almost cry into the pillow from being stretched open like that, but she also got more and more excited. And the fact that she liked it turned me on. I really liked having her bury her face in the pillow and cry out and whimper every time I flex my cock, making it a little bigger. When she came, I came inside her backside. She said she loved the fact that I 'came in her ass'."

"Is this sick? Am I sick for having done that?"

God I loved this boy. He was the most genuine and sincere lover I had ever known. "No Stephen, you are not 'sick'. You are completely normal. You became aroused by arousing a woman. There is nothing more normal than that. Now Stacey, she just might be a little sick; but you are normal and healthy." I could not help taking the barb at Stacey in my response. 

"I only wish if I was going to do something like that, I would have done it with you. At least the first time." Stephen seemed to sense I was hurt or disappointed at this point. 

But I laughed loudly at his last suggestion that he and I should try anal sex. "Well my good man, that is just not going to happen. Your cock is way too big, and my backside is way too tight and small. The geometry just does not work. No sir, if you want to pound someone's backside, you better stay in touch with Stacey."

I hugged him again, and took his partially erect penis in my hand. "So how well did you wash this thing afterwards? You better scrub this cock absolutely raw if you ever want to get it back in my mouth again!"

He shook his head, "I am thinking that maybe I should not have told you about this, huh? I scrubbed it and scrubbed it. I'm kind of freaked out myself."

I then led him by his cock back to the bed. I removed my clothes, and said, "Stephen, will you make love to me? I want to feel you inside me now. I want you to show me that I am still the number one woman in your life."

Stephen's cock grew fully erect under my gentle stroking. I decided I did not want to put his cock, which less than a hour ago had been up Stacey's ass, in my mouth right now. That was just too weird. Tomorrow or the next day, I would get over this irrational repulsion; but for right now, Stephen was going to have to do without me sucking on him. And I would have a latex sheathe between him and me while he was in my pussy this afternoon.

Once fully erect, I encase his penis in its protective condom. I laid back and invited Stephen to mount me, to make love to me. He climbed out top of me, and entered me. For the next 15 minutes he fucked me slowly and lovingly. We necked and he caressed my breasts as he slowly pulled out and slowly pushed into me. I loved the feeling of his thick cock entering and leaving me. I was aroused, but did not want to come, this was about emotion and love.

When he finally came inside me, I was so overcome with emotion that I started to quietly cry. Stephen held me as I sobbed silently in his arms. I had fallen in love with this young man. Yes, I loved Jim, and I always would. I would always be Jim's wife. But I had fallen in love with Stephen as well.

Coming soon - Chapter 8



Educating Our Youth Ch. 08



 "Stephen takes me bare back"

Stephen, Jim and I fell into a nice routine in the week following Stacy's visit. Stephen seemed to be over his discomfort in Jim's presence. Whatever guilt or jealousy he had been feeling initially, it seemed to have dissipated. I would have to credit Stacey for that. Stephen no longer felt any basis for jealousy after my dear friend took him on a tour up her backside. (A fact that I was not happy about, and was still struggling to come to grips with, I must admit.)

Jim was still fixated on creating a scenario where he and Stephen could double team me. But from my perspective, that seemed unlikely to happen.

And Stephen believed that he had fallen even more deeply in love with me. He was absolutely smitten with his older woman. His libido and stamina were of mythical proportions.

And I was reveling in the increased attention of my two men. While I certainly enjoyed the physical aspects of my current situation, the emotional aspects left me feeling more desirable, sexier, and more loved than I can ever remember. Stacey was right about one thing, every woman needed a teenage lover!

I had not spoken to Stacey since she left last Saturday afternoon. I also knew that my friendship with Stacey would continue, and that my little jealous fit that I was throwing internally was childish and unfair to her. After all, I called her and invited her to come back to my house to 'play with Stephen'. I had no right to be irritated or upset with her. I knew that I would get over it soon.

As I had promised Stephen, on Monday, I visited my OB-GYN to get a prescription for birth control pills. Stephen's and my 'activity' had become regular enough that it was time to move past depending on a condom as a barrier. I wanted him to be able to take me without the awkward inconvenience of a latex sheathe. I wanted his seed inside me. 

Stephen knew that Thursday was the magic day, three days after I started on the pill. He knew that tonight he would (might?) be allowed to enter me without protection. I do not know which of us was more excited by the prospect of this increased level of intimacy.

When Thursday rolled around, Stephen raced home and found me in the kitchen. He arrived home an hour earlier than expected. I later learned that he had told his basketball coach he was feeling ill, and got dismissed from practice early. This was a ploy that we had agreed he would not do. I would have to deal with his truancy later. 

I had just arrived home from a luncheon at the country club. Today was Thursday, February 7, 2013, a date I will never forget; a beautiful day to remember for several reasons.

The weather in Houston was unusually warm and mild for February on this day. I was wearing a blue, halter-type, print dress with a pleated skirt that reached a few inches below my knees. While form fitting, and flattering to my petite figure, the dress was not overly revealing or inappropriate.

I admit I had developed a slightly different attitude over the past few weeks; and it was affecting how I felt, and how I dressed. I had been feeling particularly sexy since Stephen entered my life. Today I wore dress boots that came up above my calf (just below my knee). They had 3" heels. Jim called these boots my 'FMBs', or fuck me boots.

Normally, I would not wear boots to a luncheon at the country club, but the high heels just fit with the way I was feeling: sexy and more desirable! These were not spiked heels, but they did add several inches to my rather petite (short) frame, but they make standing for extended period of time somewhat uncomfortable. But they did make my ass look wonderful.

I was at the kitchen sink, cleaning up the previous night's dishes when Stephen arrived home. There was a large bay window over the sink. The window overlooked the front lawn and the street in front of our home. I saw Stephen walking up the driveway and felt a slight quickening of my pulse knowing my young lover was home. 

I often enjoyed looking out, watching the people who walked or jogged by as I stood at the kitchen sink. The passers-by often looked in and waved a friendly 'hello' as I stood at the window. I enjoy the view and the people watching.

Stephen came up behind me, hugged me and reached around and caressed my breast. My nipple hardened immediately to his touch. I worried that anyone looking in from the street could see this young man feeling me up. But with my hands wet and covered with soap suds, I could not easily push his hand away.

"Stephen, don't. There are people out on the street who can see in here."

But Stephen was not deterred. He continued to tease my nipple despite the fact anyone looking in from the street could witness him fondling me. There was something in his demeanor that was different, a bit unusual. Stephen had a confident swagger, almost cocky. He was sporting a smirk that had me a bit confused. Yet, I found his new assertiveness strangely appealing.

He slowly spun me around to face him, and kissed me passionately. I could feel his erection growing against my abdomen as I stretched up my arms around his neck to return his kisses. I was still concerned that anyone on the street could see this teenager kissing me, but in some strange way, the danger of being seen was arousing me.

Stephen broke off our kiss and then knelt down directly in front of me. Kneeling in front of me, he began to reach up under my dress. I stopped him, held his hands, and asked, "What are you doing?"

As I have told you in previous chapters, I have always been susceptible to any man to whom I was attracted both physically and mentally, and who assumed an assertive role with me. I just seem to submit to their instruction and wishes. I do not know how Stephen seemed to sense this, but he was starting to figure this aspect of me out and he was assuming a more assertive demeanor with me.

I knew I did not want to start a sexual interlude here in broad daylight, in front of this large kitchen bay window, yet I was responding to his dominant approach. Anyone looking in from the street could only see me from the waist up, yet, I wondered if they could see Stephen's head and shoulders as he knelt in front of me. And if they could, what would they think was happening? The very thought both scared me and excited me.

"I just want to see just how wet my one kiss has made you." Stephen replied. I held his hands, still trapped under my skirt for a moment as I pondered my next move. Stephen stared at me, confident and patient. He seemed to simply know how I would respond. 

After a moment's hesitation, I released his hands and stood there, not quite knowing what else to do. But I was scared, yet excited by the danger of letting Stephen touch me here in front of a large window as a group of neighbors gathered to visit on the sidewalk right in front of my house, only few feet away.

I closed my eyes, too embarrassed to look out at them as I was being fondled. I knew I should stop this nonsense right now, but I really did not have the strength or power to do anything other than comply. This teenager had my number. 

Stephen slowly ran his hands up under my dress on the outside of my thighs, hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and gently pulled them to the floor excruciatingly slowly, over my ass, down across my thighs, over the tops of my boots, to my feet. His motions were slow enough that I realized he was teasing me as he removed my underwear. As he brought them past my ankles, I stepped one foot at a time allowing him to remove them fully over my boots.

The smooth silky material of my dress felt strange on my bare ass as I stood there motionless. Stephen examined my panties for a brief instant; I knew my wetness in the crotch was obvious. He brought them up to his nose to inhale my sexual aroma with obvious pleasure. I found this act itself terribly exciting. Without my panties, but while still wearing my dress, I felt more exposed than if I were naked. 

Stephen, still kneeling in front of me, placed his right hand under my skirt on my inner thigh and looked up at me. I looked down at him, blushing deeply, I understood what he wanted me to do. I looked out through the window at the small crowd gathering on the curb, and I obediently spread my legs slightly, allowing his hand to move further up my inner thigh until he reached my pussy. Just as Stephen's fingers contacted my clitoris, one of the men standing on the curb looked directly at me and smiled. I was pretty sure he could not see anything that was happening below my waist, but still, his smile and the unusual nature of his stare were a bit unsettling. Could he see Stephen's head and shoulders as he knelt in front of me? 

I could feel my face flush and my cheeks burn red. My face felt as if it were on fire I was blushing so deeply. I understood that I was being teased, as I stood there spreading my legs for my young lover to access my most private parts as neighbors casually walked by, occasionally glancing in at me.

Several more glanced up and saw me standing in front of the window, completely unaware that just out of sight, my young lover was teasing my wet vagina and clitoris. A couple of the passers-by waved at me as Stephen's fingers slowly separated the other folds of my vulva. I waved back weakly, as I could feel my pussy leaking down my inner thighs from the excitement I was feeling right now.

Stephen had touched me like this before, but somehow this was different, Stephen was instructing me to stand there, as he slowly touched me in front of a large window; it was a demonstration of a unique control that he was rapidly developing over me, and I sensed that I was becoming powerless to resist him.

He ran his fingers up and down my slit, paying particular attention to my now erect and sensitive clitoris. I stood there, biting my lower lip, occasionally glancing out at the walkers and joggers passing by, hoping that they could not detect what was happening to me, and hoping they were not aware of my state of arousal. I could not bring myself to look out the window to determine whether or not I had an audience.

I would make a slight moan involuntarily every time he his fingers contacted my clitoris. "You are very wet, Cindy." He started to slide his fingers inside of me.

"Stephen, please, we can't do this here... let's go into the bedroom away from this window." I panted. But rather than push his hands away from me, I squatted down ever so slightly to give him better access to my vagina. 

Standing with my legs apart while wearing boots with 3 inch heels and squatting slightly to open myself up for Stephen's probing fingers was difficult and I started to topple forward a bit. And while my boots were uncomfortable, wearing them added to my feeling of submission, making me feel slightly restrained.

I reached out and balanced myself by placing each of my hands on Stephen's shoulders as his fingers found my wet opening and entered me for yet another exploration of my womanhood. He was right; I was wet, very wet. He quickly had one, then two fingers inside me. He again curled his two fingers back towards himself, deep inside me, massaging the front wall of my vagina, deep inside me at my g-spot. I was responding just as he hoped, or knew, I would. The exposure of being fingered in front of the window, coupled with Stephen's assertive control aroused me deeply. 

I found myself squatting deeper and opening my legs wider, all the while begging him to move this action away from the window and into the more private setting of the basement bedroom, "Oh, baby, please, let's go downstairs...please don't make me cum while these people are watching me".

But I did not try to actually stop him. I could not bring myself to attempt to push away or remove his hand. I do not know if it was the pleasure of his touch, the excitement of the neighbors passing by just outside my window, or my need to submit to his instructions that kept me from attempting to stop this assault on my pussy; probably all three. I just know that I did not, or could not, do anything to stop, or even discourage him. I was becoming very aroused. I knew an orgasm was building up inside of me.

"Stephen, you're going to make me cum, and the neighbors are right there.", I warned. I was rocking my hips in a synchronized motion to the internal massage Stephen was giving my vagina, continuing to steady myself by holding on to his massive shoulders, balancing myself on the 3 inch heels of my boots as I squatted deeper and deeper to allow my young lover full access to my very wet, and very open pussy. I remember wishing that I had had the good sense to remove these damn boots when I came home tonight.

I looked out towards the street, and one man seemed to be particularly interested in me, staring at me with a confused, but interested look. He seemed to know something was up, but did not really understand what was happening. I closed my eyes again, ignoring my one man audience for the moment.

I wanted to stop, to pull away, and move away from the window, but I simply could not. I was indeed responding to his touch and instructions. Stephen, knew exactly how to touch me for the greatest response, both emotionally and physically. He seemed to sense the erotic effect his mild dominance and humiliation would have on me. 

Several times, Stephen would take me to the brink of an orgasm, but he would stop moving his fingers just as I felt my climax was imminent. Each time he left me moaning and panting, humping against his hand in attempt to get from release. But each time I was denied and left aroused and frustrated. He would simply relax his fingers inside of me, as I humped trying to gain my release.

He was driving me crazy with frustration. And my frustration was causing me to hump vigorously against his hand toe get a release of some sort. I realized that the movements of my hips as I humped Stephen's hand had to be obvious to anyone watching from the street; but I was beyond caring. I needed to cum, ad Stephen was refusing to allow me to do so. 

Stephen slowly withdrew his fingers from my pussy, stood up and looked into my eyes. I was still rocking my hips, humping the air now, and begging him to make me cum. He took my hand and led me to my bedroom.

His entire demeanor communicated clearly that he was in control of this afternoon's activities. Despite my frustration, I was glad he decided to move this away from the exposure of the front window into a more private setting. And I was keenly aware that I found his new assertiveness very arousing.

As we entered my bedroom, I watched intently as he lowered his pants allowing his erection to spring free. Involuntarily, I reached down and touched myself as Stephen stripped. I stood with my breasts heaving in excitement as he pulled off his shirt, shoes and socks. God he was a magnificent looking young man. And he was mine.

Stephen approached me, naked. Even with my high heels, Stephen still towered over me; and his erection waved a few inches under my chin. He owned me, heart and mind, at that moment. 

He reached out, and took my arms, placing them around his neck, before reaching down and lifting me up, taking a hold of each of my legs, pulling them apart and around him, and causing me to straddle his torso. The skirt of my dress was pushed up around my waist, out of his way and not interfering with his access to the bottom half of my body. I glanced down to see that Stephen had an unobstructed view of my gaping pussy as he held me in this position straddling him. My only remaining semblances of modesty were the few, neatly trimmed wisps of thin, blonde pubic hair, that were almost translucent in this evening Houston setting sunlight.

With my legs around him, I had the heels of my boots dug into his firm, tight buttocks.

Stephen kissed me deeply and passionately, exploring my mouth with his tongue. "I love you so much, Cindy." 

Oh god, Stephen, I love you too. I really do. Please fuck me." I moaned as I opened my mouth and admitted his exploring tongue.

Slowly, he started to lower me down slightly, and I felt the head of his erect penis searching for my opening. I felt the head of his rigid cock bumping against the back of my thighs and buttocks, searching anxiously. Stephen moved me over slightly and I now felt his penis was pulsing against the outer folds of my vagina, searching for a home.

Bracing myself on his massive shoulders, I was struck by the thought of knowing my lover was going to fuck me "bareback" standing in my bedroom. Stephen was arching his pelvis up in an attempt to enter me. His large boner was finding its way into the first folds of my outer lips.

As the large bulbous head found its way past my initial opening, he said, "Cindy, I am going to cum in you today. I want to be inside you and feel you without those damn condoms." And he began to lower me down slowly. I could feel the head of his penis prying into me as he stretched my opening. My wetness was making entry easy.

With the head of his penis just inside my opening, Stephen paused for a few seconds as I hovered over his erection. He was teasing me with his erection, and it was driving me crazy. The constant pulsing of the head of his cock barely inside me was distinct. I wondered if he was already leaking any seminal fluid in me while teasing me. God he made me hot. 

We were drunk with passion from our foreplay. He kissed me deeply again as he lowered me a bit further on his rigid shaft. He was inside me about three inches deep at this point. I contracted my vagina to 'hug' him, which caused his penis to throb upwards and evoked a moan from him. Our tongues danced together, chasing each other from my mouth to his, and back again. 

I glanced over and caught our image in the mirror. I was struck by what a sexy looking couple we were. My dress was pulled up around my waist, I was naked from the waist down except for the boots I wore. Stephen, who was also naked, was holding me with his large, erect penis stood rigid and thick, straight up 7 inches, slightly inside me; his muscles rippled as he held me effortlessly. Yes, the mirror held the sexiest image I had ever seen.

I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, probing my tongue into his mouth. I was hot. I was as aroused as I could ever remember. And my passion was clearly present as I sucked his tongue into my mouth in this deep soul searching kiss, the head of his hard cock throbbing anxiously inside me a couple of inches. I knew I was going to cum tonight, it was building already. 

Stephen broke off the kiss and leaned me backwards, separating the distance between our chest and shoulders, while holding my hips to keep his penis just inside me. As he leaned me backwards, my body formed an angle with his torso. He was holding me back almost horizontal now, the head of his penis inside me several of inches.

In this position, the rigid head was pressing up firmly into the front wall of my opening, pressing on my very sensitive g-spot. Yes, I was going to have an orgasm tonight, and I knew that I would not hold out long. Stephen's cock was so rigid that it felt like his dick could support my entire 105 lb frame if he released me from his grip.

He moved his hands from under my legs to my hips. Then he pulled me, suddenly and violently, towards him, fully impaling me on his erection. The suddenness of his large penis piercing my vagina was unexpected and, surprisingly painful, and extremely stimulating. I was not ready to accommodate his full length and girth. I felt a searing shot of hot pain like he had ripped me open to accommodate his large, thick tool.

The sudden shock of pain and pleasure as he impaled me evoked a scream-like sound from deep in my core. It was a sound I had never before heard, and certainly never before made. (I do not even know how to imitate the guttural sounds I made at that moment.) Of course, the sudden penetration was nothing I had ever experienced or felt before either. 




Educating Our Youth Ch. 08



After my initial screech, I was able to scream, "Oh fuck, Stephen, stop! Wait! You're too big!" 

Stephen held me motionless for several seconds, and I tried to adjust to being suddenly impaled by his rigid cock. The shot of pain subsided quickly and I nodded at my young lover, indicating I was ready to resume. 

Stephen lifted me so the only the head of his cock remained inside me before plunging me down on him a second time, prying my pussy open to accommodate his erection; only this time, there was no pain, only pleasure.

Stephen began fucking me hard, which initiated my first orgasm. My hands were now clasped, fingers interlocked behind Stephen's neck as I held on for dear life, his hands on my hips pulling me into him violently to meet the rapid thrust of his hip as he pulled in and out of me. His thrusts slapped up against my ass and thighs, bouncing me up into the air, and his strong hands were catching me and positioning me for his next thrust.

Being a relatively petite (and short) woman, I had never been able to make love standing up. My partner was always too tall. And no one else had been able to lift and move me with such ease to fuck me in the manner and position that Stephen was at this moment.

The rigidity of his penis, and his 'angle of attack' rubbed the front wall of my vsgina with such force that it initiated a very powerful orgasm that had me responding uncontrollably to the rapid and violent pounding my stretched little pussy was being subjected to. I was being bounced up with each thrust only to be driven back down to meet the next one.

I was crying out, I was afraid I would pass out. I alternated between begging Stephen to stop for a second and let me gather my senses, to begging him to never stop fucking me like this. I was incoherent. And I was cumming over and over again.

I just had a long powerful orgasm, and felt another building behind it. Stephen's massive strength and size allowed him to move my small light body around at will. I was little more than a light doll to be tossed and turned on top of his rod. I came a second time as he pounded my tight little pussy from underneath me.

I wanted him to spill his seed into my womb. "Oh baby, you are making me cum so hard." I cried out between his thrusts. I was using my grip on his neck to allow me to meet every violent thrust inside me with as much force as I could muster. I was going to cum a third time on his penis, which, in this particular position was finding places deep inside me where 'no man, or device, had gone before'.

Stephen was arching his back to get the deepest penetration possible when I felt him shutter, arch forward and remain, pushing forward inside me. I could feel his large penis pulsing violently in my womb as the sudden thrusting stopped for a moment. I knew at that point, he was unloading his seed inside me. I just leaned backwards and accepted it all, contracting my vagina, both intentionally and involuntarily, in an attempted milking motion to drain every bit of semen, every last sperm from Stephen's loins. I wanted to capture every spurt; every drop; and every warm, white rope of the viscous semen I could drain from his youthful loins. I wanted it all.

"Oh baby, that's it, empty your bolls inside me. Fill my pussy with your sperm." I hissed as I continued to clamp down on his pulsing erection to milk my young lover dry. 

We were both soaked with sweat, our chests heaving heavily trying to regain our breath. We collapsed on the bed in a sweating, panting heap of flesh still coupled together. I lay on my back. Stephen lay on top of me, facing me, still deep inside of me. He placed my legs over his shoulders and pushed deep inside me one more time. Our heavy breathing made any discussion impossible at that moment.

As we lay there on my bed, I could feel him pulse inside me, and to each throb of his penis, I would return of a loving squeeze by contracting my vagina on his penis, milking every last drop of his seed.

Now some women claim they can feel the semen itself hitting their vagina walls; I could not. But Stephen's constant pushing as deep as he could and the definite throbbing of his cock inside me left me no doubt that he was filling me with ropes and ropes of his cum. I lay there, my feet and my ass high in the air accepting every bit of my young lover's warm seed. Neither of us said anything as we remained coupled together, panting, trying to recover our composure and breath.

"Stephen, would you take my boots off for me? They are a bit uncomfortable." 

He smiled and took hold of one leg, raised it straight up over his shoulders, and unzipped the boot, slowly pulling it from my leg. While Stephen removed my first boot, we remained coupled with Stephen deep inside of me. I felt his cock actually throb and thicken as he performed this task. He then repeated the exercise on my other leg, tossing the boots on the floor. 

I do not know why, but to me, this act was one of the sexiest moments I have ever experienced in my life. It is hard to explain, I am not sure I fully understand it myself. But having my young lover removing my boots, one at a time, while we laid coupled together, my legs over his shoulders, my ass high in the air while his large firm penis continuing to pulse deep inside of me, continuing to drain the last drops of his seed into me, is an intimacy, a closeness, and a tenderness between Stephen and me that I will always cherish. I have never been more content, more fulfilled or happier than I was lying there, coupled with my young lover as he removed my boots after giving me one of the greatest orgasms of my life!

Stephen leaned forward and kissed me, more gentle and loving than passionate; and then he slowly withdrew from me. I could feel my vagina spasm as he did, trying to adjust to the absence of his penis that was stretching it so fully only moments before. My pussy seemed strangely empty, and started a series of contractions that felt to me that it was looking for something to hold on to. I cold feel Stephen's semen slowly leaking out of me, dripping slowly down the crack of my ass. I loved the warmth of his seed draining out of my dilated pussy as my pussy was overcome with a series of spasms in its slow and gradual attempt to return to its normal size and shape.

Stephen rolled on his back next to me, and then pulled me close, and we cuddled silently, my head resting on his chest, listening to his heart for several luxurious minutes. I wanted to drift off to sleep in my lover's arms, but I began to fear Jim could come home.

"Baby, I wish I could lie here with you cuddling all night, but Jim will be coming home soon. We need to get up and pull ourselves together". I could feel Stephen's semen continuing to leak out of me as we lay their on the bed.

Stephen hopped up, his penis still semi-hard and bouncing wildly in front of him as he gathered up his clothing from my bedroom floor. I grabbed a clean pair of panties and donned them.

"Goodness Stephen, I feel you leaking out of me already. You certainly filled my womb with your seed. Look at what your sperm is doing to my crotch. Can you see this?" I stood there for just a moment and you could plainly see the gusset of my light blue panties turning dark wet from wetness as the large volume of sperm leaked from my pussy. The circle of wetness was growing as we watched.

"Is that me?" Stephen asked, amazed at the volume of sperm leaking from me himself.

"Yes, baby, that is you leaking from my swollen pussy as my vagina and uterus try to close back up after the pounding you gave them. They are trying to go back to their normal size and shape. You really stretched me out of shape tonight. As my pussy tries to return to normal, it is forcing some of the sperm you pumped into me out."

The dark, wet circle in the gusset was now about 2 inches in diameter, and was clearly visible on the outside of my panties. I pulled the panties away from my leaking vagina for just a moment to see the tiny puddle of white semen that was forming inside my panties.

"I will be literally swimming in 'Stephen semen' all night through dinner. I will be thinking about your little present you left inside me all evening, baby." I could see that Stephen liked that thought. "You better scat before Jim catches us." I added, realizing that time was running short.

Stephen left, and I threw my dress over my head, minutes before I heard the door slam announcing Jim's arrival.

I was still 'freshening up' a bit when Jim came in the bedroom carrying the panties that Stephen had removed from me earlier in the kitchen and carelessly left on the table. "Did you lose these?" Jim asked with an 'I gotcha tone'."

I held my finger up to my lips indicating to Jim that I would explain everything later, but I did not want Stephen to know that Jim was fully complicit in our trysts. I whispered to Jim, "If you think that is interesting, look at this.", as I raised my skirt up, exposing my panties for Jim's viewing.

"Baby. What's with that wet spot? What have you been up to?" He was obviously intrigued and a bit excited.

"Shhh, that is Stephen's little spermies leaking out of your naughty little wife. That young man made a terrible mess inside me right before you got home." I could see the outline of Jim's cock throb visibly as I relayed my situation to him.

Yes, Jim was going to be fucking his wife's sloppy wet, used pussy tonight. He was going to be adding his semen to the cocktail of sperm swimming inside me. I liked that thought, a cocktail of my men's sperm inside me. That's how it should be! I would have millions of two men's sperm swimming inside me all night tonight.



Educating Our Youth Ch. 09



"They both want me"

Chapter 9 - they want to share me...

*****

Saturday was going to be a big day: Stephen's last high school basketball game, ever. It was Saturday, February 22, 2014. It was going to be a big day indeed. After the game, which Stephen's team won handily, Jim took us for a late dinner at the country club.

Over dinner, Stephen and Jim joked with each other and they both flirted with me. Jim made it clear that he was comfortable with Stephen making sexual innuendos directed towards me. Jim referred to me as 'their girl' and 'their date' throughout the evening.

Jim asked me over dinner, "How does it feel having two dates for the evening?"

It was clear to me that Jim was trying to advance his fantasy of actually sharing me with Stephen. I must admit, the idea was growing on me a bit too. "I feel like a very lucky girl to be escorted with two such handsome and sexy men."

"Yeah some women might think you are 'over the limit' being out with two dates," Jim quipped.

I accepted the joke and responded, "They are just jealous that I have both of you tonight." Jim was not being terribly subtle in where he was trying to steer the conversation tonight.

"Stephen, how do you feel having played your last game?" Jim asked, engaging Stephen in the conversation.

Stephen smiled, thought for a moment, and replied, "It feels a little surreal. I don't think it has completely sunk in yet. I wish my parents could have been here; but I do feel very lucky to be here with the two of you tonight. I am glad you could share this with me."

"Thank you Stephen. Cindy and I are glad you are with us as well. We enjoy sharing thing with you as well." Jim seemed to emphasize the word 'sharing'. He continued, "And I know Cindy likes having two men for her dates; she loves being the center of attention." 

The sexual innuendo of Jim's comments could not have been lost on Stephen.

I could feel myself blushing as I realized that Jim was trying to live out his fantasy of 'double teaming me' with Stephen's help. 

Stephen merely replied, "I think she deserves to be the center of attention. She is pretty much the perfect lady, you know."

"Thank you Stephen. That is very sweet. It is not a very accurate assessment; I am a long, long way from being perfect, I hope you realize. Nonetheless, thank you for the compliment." I placed my hand on his thigh momentarily out of reflex as I spoke, and then removed it. We were in the country club with our friends, so I really did not need anyone seeing me with my hand in my young suitor's lap.

The flirting and shameless compliments continued through dinner and desert. We returned to the house around 11:00 p.m., feeling good and enjoying each other's company. And the sexually charged banter continued.

Jim suggested we watch one of his favorite movies, Casablanca, with Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman. I thought it was an interesting movie choice, very interesting. Jim offered me a glass of merlot and offered Stephen his first beer in celebration of the successful conclusion of his high school basketball career. 

I protested, "Jim, Stephen's parents expect us to use better judgment than getting their son drunk on his birthday."

"First of all, one beer is not 'getting Stephen drunk'; second, if he has a third, fourth or fifth beer, he is having them in the safety of our home, not on the road with his buddies someplace where a lot of bad things could happen; and finally, he is 18 years old, and I think he is now old enough to make this decision for himself." Jim responded with authority, before continuing, "Stephen, would you like that beer or not? And don't let Cindy dissuade you from having it if you want to."

It was ironic; no, actually it was silly, that I was expressing concern about Stephen having a beer in the context of the relationship I had allowed to develop with him. I knew it was silly as I was saying it.

Stephen looked at me, to make sure he was not going to get a rebuke from me, and then turned to Jim, "I think I would like a beer."

"Good man! And you don't have to stop at one. This is a big night for you, and I am pleased that Cindy and I are here to celebrate it with you." Jim returned moments later with our drinks and started the movie.

Jim sat in his recliner and Stephen and I shared the couch; however, initially, there was ample room between us. Over the next two hours, Jim kept my wine glass full and replaced Stephen's beer as frequently as Stephen finished the last one. As the movie ended I counted that I had four glasses of merlot, and Stephen was nursing his fifth beer. Though not drunk, his face sported a smile that revealed a state of euphoria brought on by the alcohol. And I was pretty relaxed and mellow myself; maybe a bit too relaxed.

Casablanca, for those who are not familiar with the film, is a love story set in northern Africa during World War II, in which Ingrid Bergman has an affair with Humphrey Bogart before returning to her husband at the end of the film.

As the credits rolled at the end of the movie, Jim asked the open question, "So do you think she made the right choice? Or should she have stayed with Bogart?"

I pondered the question for a second, and responded, "She had an impossible choice. She loved both of them. No matter what she chose, she was going to regret giving the other one up. She wanted them both."

Jim answered, "The guys both made a mistake too. They should have agreed to share her."

"Why do you say that?" I was honestly curious to hear his reasoning.

"Well, she wanted both of them; she was in love with both of them. She was never going to be happy giving up either of them. She was always going to be longing for the one she gave up. She would grow to resent the one she stayed with. If they wanted her, they would have to share her."

I thought about Jim's logic before answering. "You may be right, but do you really think two men could share a woman, one woman? Without killing each other? Or her?"

Jim did not hesitate with his answer, "If they really loved her, they would want her to be happy. That is what would be important to them. Besides, a woman is biologically and emotionally equipped to handle two guys." Jim chuckled. "Stephen, what to you think? Could two men share one woman?"

Stephen was caught off guard by Jim's question. "I don't know; I guess so. It would depend upon the guys and the woman, I guess."

I jumped back in, "What do you mean 'a woman is biologically and emotionally equipped to handle two men?"

Jim smiled broadly, "Well, physically, a woman is biologically equipped to accommodate more than one man at once. Men cannot handle more than one woman at a time."

"Huh?" I was not sure what he was saying.

"Men have but one penis; women have multiple places to accommodate a penis, or places to accommodate more than one penis."

I blushed deeply as I understood what Jim was saying, "Jim you are such a pig. I can't believe you said that." I just shook my head. "And emotionally?"

"Women have a capacity to love multiple men; men have trouble loving anybody. If a man finds a woman he truly loves, he should not let the fact that she is also in love with someone else keep him from the one thing in his life that could make him happy: her." Jim finished his beer, and got up to go to the kitchen. He returned with two beers and another glass of wine for me. He handed a beer to Stephen before continuing. "Stephen could you share a woman you loved with another man, if the alternative was losing her? "

Stephen was obviously uncomfortable with the direction of this conversation. "I don't know. It would be kind of weird and all. But if I loved her, I guess I would share. I don't know. Could you?"

Jim seemed to expect the question and was ready with an answer, "Yes. If I loved her, and if I knew she loved me, I could. If I knew that her involvement with this other guy was not a threat to our relationship or a threat to her love for me. Yes, I think I could share a woman that I truly loved. If that would truly what it took her to be happy; yes I think I could."

Jim took a long sip of his beer, and then looked at me. "Cindy, have you ever thought that you could get seriously involved with two men at the same time?"

My face turned bright crimson at the directness of his question. I felt my pulse quicken as I tried to think about my response. I know the alcohol influenced my judgment, but I was fairly candid in my answer, "I believe it could happen, but it would have to be two very special men."

I thought to myself, 'Jim, you are a very bad boy.' And I knew I was stepping farther and farther out on the thinning ice as the conversation progressed. But I knew that we were gradually approaching a critical junction, a decision point, that I was not ready to cross. I was nervous and conflicted. But I did care for both of these men deeply, of that I was sure.

Jim stood up, and announced, "Let's move this discussion to the hot tub. I have it all tempted up. Stephen, are you up for joining Cindy and me in the spa?"

Stephen nodded tentatively, "I guess so." 

I wondered what was going through Stephen's mind. I knew precisely what was going through Jim's mind.

Despite my apprehension and the internal conflict I was experiencing, I did not object. I knew Jim wanted to share me tonight. And I knew that by going into the hot tub with both of these men, in my inebriated state, and in their inebriated state, I was advancing Jim's plan. 

And I also knew that once they shared me, Stephen would be emboldened to take me even when Jim was home, and he was going to be staying with us for another four months. If I proceeded with this, I was allowing a bizarre situation to develop in my home; and the thought of this both excited and scared me.

But I said nothing, made no protest, and I complied. With my pulse racing, I put my bikini on and grabbed a few beach towels and joined Stephen and Jim, who were already in the spa. I saw that these two had gotten yet another beer and were in a deep conversation, when I climbed in the hot tub.

As I climbed into the spa, I heard Jim saying, "Hell, I know you have a crush on her. Who wouldn't? She is absolutely perfect, and she is gorgeous. If I were your age, I'd be in love with her too. I am more than twice your age and I am in love with her."  

Jim took another swig of his beer. "And she is crazy about you too." Jim interrupted his conversation as I entered the spa. "Cindy, you look fantastic."

It was clear they had been discussing me, my emotions towards them, and Stephen's infatuation with me.

"Jim are you drunk?" I was trying to figure out how to navigate these dangerous waters. Jim simply ignored my question about his sobriety.

I felt my pulse quicken further, and my nipples grow erect as both me looked at me with a combination of lust and love. I must admit, I enjoyed their lustful and loving gaze. I wanted both of them, and really did not have the strength or desire to stop this train.

"Cindy, I think you should give Stephen a kiss. Stephen, do you think you deserve a kiss?"

Stephen looked at me questioningly and said, "That would be nice."

"Cindy, go over and give Stephen a kiss."

It was starting. I was being asked to kiss Stephen as Jim watched. Nervously, I stood up and walked over to Stephen and gave him a light peck on the lips, not really sure what to do. The kiss was soft and tender, but certainly not intimate.

"Oh, boooooo! Hiss! That is the poorest excuse for a kiss I have ever seen. Stephen is that the type of kiss you were hoping for?" Jim asked.

"Not really." Stephen responded, not exactly sure how to handle this situation.

Jim looked at me and instructed, "Try again, and this time give him a kiss that he will remember." Jim then reached up and started to untie my bikini top.

"Jim, what are you doing?" I panicked as he began to expose my breasts.

"I want to give you a little motivation here. If you don't get this next kiss right, you will lose the bottoms too! Now give him a kiss he will still remember 50 years from now." 

As Jim removed my top, he pushed me toward Stephen, my breast floating on the froth of the swirling water. Looking at Stephen, Jim said, "Stephen, enjoy your present."

I approached Stephen and asked, "Are you OK with this?"

Stephen smiled nervously. "I guess so."

This time, I sat astride his lap, my legs straddling his and kissed him, softly and nervously at first, then opened my mouth and gently slipped my tongue between his lips. Stephen responded slowly but began to return the passion, opening his mouth more widely, and accepting my tongue.

Stephen slid forward slightly pushing his erection in contact with my crotch. I reached down and took his hand and raised it to my naked breasts. I could feel Stephen's penis throb into my bikini covered vulva as he began to get aroused despite this surreal situation.

We necked for several minutes, as Stephen gently pulled and teased my nipple as my husband watched from across the spa. I could feel his erection growing and pulsing against me as I ground into him with my aroused vulva. Ever few seconds, Stephen would glance at Jim to make sure Jim was still OK with this. Jim would just smile and nod, and say relax and enjoy yourself.

I was becoming aroused, and I knew that I wanted him; I wanted both men. My arousal and the alcohol were clouding my judgment, but I was hot and aroused, and I wanted to make Jim's fantasy a reality. To be honest, it had become my fantasy as well.

I whispered in his ear, "I love you. God, you make me feel so good. Would you like to join Jim and me in our bed tonight?"

Stephen looked deeply into my eyes with an affection I cannot describe, and nodded his head as he continued to fondle my breast. I humped my aroused pussy against his erection and said, "Good." And kissed him deeply again.

Jim, seeming to know that Stephen had agreed to join our ménage, interrupted Stephen's and my dance of our tongues, and said, "Could I suggest that we move this party into the bedroom?"

I looked at Stephen and asked, "Are you sure that you are up for this?"

He looked at me and nodded silently. He wanted this too, but he was a bit nervous. His apprehension was understandable, and endearing to me.

Stephen continued to tweak my erect nipple as he replied, "Jim is right, if I love you, and I don't want to lose you, I better be willing to share you, huh? If Jim is willing to share his wife with me, I'd be a fool to decline this offer. "

I stood up, my breasts bare and my nipples erect, placed my hands on my hips, and asked, "So what do you two think you are going to do to me if I going inside with you?"

Stephen, who was still a bit nervous and awestruck, looked to Jim. 

Jim took control, "We will service you and please you. We will treat you like the goddess you are; we will adore and worship you all night long."

"Well that seems like an offer a girl just cannot refuse. Lead the way my good men. Lead the way."

As we got out of the bubbling spa, I could see both men were erect, very erect. Both penises were sticking up a couple of inches above the waistband of their bathing suits. Both men were circumcised, and their erect bulbous heads formed a terribly erotic sight as we exited the spa. "Oh, my, you two look like you are ready for action. Are those erections for me?"

"They certainly are, Cindy," Stephen replied as we entered the house.

Jim moved ahead of us and started a fire in the fireplace in our bedroom, while Stephen dried me off with an oversized towel. Jim returned and removed my bikini bottoms as Stephen dried my breasts. "I want you two naked as well." I instructed them to remove their bathing suits.

They complied, standing in front of me. They each lowered their trunks allowing their erections to spring free. I looked at the two men whom I loved, their penises straining towards the ceiling. Both men looked great, both had wonderful builds. Jim looked marvelous for a 45 year old man. But, honestly, Stephen's 18 year old body was magnificent. There is something about the youthful, muscular build of an athletic 18 year old that arouses me tremendously.

Both men had wonderful cocks. But Stephen's was slightly longer, and considerable thicker than Jim's. And best of all, both erections were mine; both belonged to me and no one else. I liked having this pair of stallions ready to service me. What girl wouldn't?

I walked over and stood facing my men in front of the fire. I liked the radiant warmth from the fire on my naked bottom. I caught my reflection in the mirror, I looked good. My breasts were firm, my nipples erect and up turned, my pussy was covered with the thinnest trace of neatly trimmed, blonde pubic hair. The thin blond pubic hair was almost translucent and did little to conceal my wet and aroused vagina.

I placed my arms on the mantle and stood there, my legs spread slightly, exposing myself to the inspection of my two lovers, as the fireplace turned my bottom a reddish-pink from the warmth. I was ready to accommodate both of my lovers. I glanced in the mirror again to see me standing with my arms and legs spread in front of the fireplace, prepared to be inspected, fondled and used by my two erect and adoring lovers. It may sound conceited to say this, but the truth is, my reflection in the mirror was a beautiful sight.

Jim approached me first, and ran his fingers across my inner thighs, slowly moving up to my pussy. I opened my legs slightly to give him better access. Stephen watched as my husband slowly massaged my erect clitoris, and separated my lips. "Oh baby, you are so wet down here. Stephen, feel how wet Cindy is."

Stephen approached me and replaced Jim's fingers with his own. I rocked my hips to each man's touch. There is something very sexy about being displayed this intimately to the two men you love.

"Cindy, could you tell the difference between our touches?" Jim asked.

His question caught me by surprise. "I think so," I panted, continuing to rock my hips as Stephen stimulated me. "I don't know."

Jim opened my dresser and retrieved two red and blue print scarves. "Let's find out." Jim handed one of the scarves to Stephen and said. "OK. Let's deprive her of her sight, Stephen. Let's see what she can distinguish us apart from our touch. You blindfold her."

Stephen then placed the scarf over my eyes and tied it firmly behind my head. As Stephen was affixing my blindfold, Jim tied one end of the other scarf around my wrist. Jim then led me away from the warmth of the fireplace, and laid my back on the bed. I could still see faint red and blue tinted light through the silky material, but my sight was essentially removed.

"Don't remove this without permission, Cindy," Jim ordered.

Neither man spoke, but I could hear some movement over the sound of my heavy and excited breathing, which was labored by the excitement of everything going on.

I felt someone sit next to me on the bed and take the scarf which was tied to my wrist, and loop it through a opening in the headboard, and bring it back to tie my other wrist. I assumed it was Jim who was tying me up this way; it was something he had done to me previously, and I recognized his technique of immobilizing me. With my hands tied to the bed, above my head, and blindfolded, I felt very vulnerable and excited. My men could now do what they pleased with me. I could feel my breasts heaving as I breathed.

Jim arose from the bed, and I heard some movement, and some indistinguishable mumbling, and then silence for nearly a minute. Next I felt someone climb between my legs and spread my knees wide apart. And then they kissed my pussy, and began to lick and suck my clitoris. The technique was different from what I was used to from Jim, so I assumed it was Stephen tasting and sucking on me. The sucking of my blood engorged clit caused me to moan loudly.




Educating Our Youth Ch. 09



With my arms tied about my head, I could not reach down to guide my lover's head with my hands; I was left to move my hips to try to influence where he should focus his attention. Then I felt someone climb on the bed near my head and position himself to feed me their erect cock into my mouth. Like a good girl, I opened and allowed them to penetrate my mouth and lips.

I was confused and excited. I had assumed it was Stephen sucking and licking my pussy, but the penis being offered to my mouth seemed thicker and bigger than Jim. I could not tell which lover was in which position. I thought I would be able to tell by the smell of the person whose cock was in my mouth, as people have their own unique scent, but the smell of the chlorine from the spa, overwhelmed any natural scent I might have detected. I simply did not know who was who. And the fact that I did not know whose cock I was sucking added to my excitement.

The lover between my legs was certainly getting my attention as he focused exclusively on my engorged clitoris, sucking more and more blood into the very sensitive nubbins. I humped against his mouth and moaned loudly. At times I wanted to tell him to pause for a moment; that I was too sensitive, that the sucking was too intense; but the large throbbing penis that was fucking my mouth prevented me from doing anything more than moan. And the moans seemed to make the erection in my mouth swell even larger.

I felt his fingers start to open up my vulva, indicating an assault on my vagina was being imminent. I moaned approval as his fingers entered me, and began massaging my g-spot. Coupled with the rhythmic sucking on my clit, I was rapidly approaching my first orgasm on the night. I sucked hard and deeper on the erection in my mouth as I felt the first waves of my climax crash over me. My hips bucked wildly, and I strained at the scarves restraining my hands.

As soon as the first wave of pleasure rolled across me, the sucking on my clit became far too intense. I wanted to break free, but restrained as I was, I was helpless. I lifted my hips off the bed in a frantic attempt to break the suction on my clitoris, but my oral lover just became more violent with his fingers inside me; and his massaged of the inner walls of my vagina even harder and sucked harder on my clit, forcing another series of contractions to rock my core.

My orgasm triggered the erection in my mouth to beginning pulsing more forcefully, and the first of a series of eruptions began as the first large string of slightly bitter and salty semen splashed into my mouth. It was a large dollop and I felt overwhelmed by the initial volume. I would have been tempted to spit it out had I been able to pull away from the erupting penis in my mouth, but in my position, with my hands tied above my head, my only option was to swallow or gag. I swallowed and felt the second string of warm semen spurt in my mouth. I immediately started to ingest the second and third string of this gooey essence of man.

Amazingly, being forced to ingest this substantial volume of sperm and semen aroused me at the moment and triggered my second series of orgasms as one of my lovers continued to assault my mouth with his thick cock. I was enjoying being forced to drink the slightly bitter nectar of one of my lover's sperm, but I did not know which one. This 'forced feeding' touched my submissive nature in a manner that is difficult to describe or understand. I was being fed their seed, and all I could do is swallow it, and I was enjoying it.

After the second series of orgasms, the lover who had been sucking and fingering cunt removed his fingers from my womb, and released his suction on my clit. He then climbed between my legs into position to penetrate me. With his erection pressing against my now wide open, dilated vulva, he slowly penetrated me. 

As one lover began to fuck me, the cock in my mouth was withdrawn. As the penis was taken from my mouth, I felt one last string of semen drape across my cheek. With my hands tied, I was unable to wipe the semen from my face. I wondered whether the man who was now starting to punish my vagina with increasingly forceful thrusts of his erection found the semen splashed across my face arousing or repulsive. Regardless, it did not deter him from fucking me with a vengeance, but he did not lean forward and kiss me either.

I could still taste the residual semen in my mouth as the tempo of the man fucking my vagina continued to gain momentum. I felt my pussy open even wider to accommodate him as he did. My anonymous lover was banging my cervix, deep inside me and rubbing on my g-spot. He raised my ankles up, pulling them over his shoulders. This forced my ass off the bed, leaving my weight resting on my shoulders. My ankles were over his shoulders, resting by his ears now. With my hands tied above my head, I was totally and completely vulnerable in this position. He was in complete control. I could feel the bulbous head of his cock rubbing hard against the front of my vagina. He was so deep inside me, I felt like he was up inside my womb. 

He was pounding my open pussy more vigorously now. He was pulling all the way out of me, leaving just the tip of his erection at my opening before pounding down with all his force deep into me with violent thrusts.

Quickly he sent me over the edge again as his punished and abused my vagina with a brutal, savage pounding. I was cumming and I could not stop. Each powerful thrust into me evoked a loud grunt and moan; only to be followed with his withdrawal and a subsequent impaling by his large thick cock.

His paced quickened and I knew he was getting ready to cum. 

"Oh baby, cum with me. Cum in me. Spill your seed in Cindy's pussy. Your cock feels so good." I said, not even knowing who was fucking me. My mind reeled as I realized that I did not know which man I was encouraging to cum inside me!

He made one last powerful thrust and then remained buried inside me, his balls were pushed against my up-turned ass as his penis throbbed violently inside me, pulsing, pumping his semen out. After a series of pulses, ejaculating inside me, he rested deep inside me for several moments before he lowered my legs from his shoulders, relaxed and collapsed on top of me.

I lay there, wrapped my legs around him, wanting to hold him in place. I was unable to wrap my arms around him to caress him due to my restraints. And then to my disappointment, he silently disengaged, leaving my pussy strangely empty, as it spasmed, involuntarily, to fill the gap that was suddenly there. The spasms seemed to be my vagina's attempt to find something to grab a hold of, as I could feel the semen seeping out of me with each spasm, and running down the crack of my ass, running past my anus, and dripping on the bed beneath me.

I could hear the movements and hushed mumbling at the foot of the bed, as I lay there alone and empty; dripping semen from my dilated pussy as I savored the taste of semen in my mouth. My breasts continued to heave up and down as I waited for whatever was next. 

I wanted to be held, but all I could do is wait impatiently.

Jim's voice came from a direction I was not expecting, and asked, "OK, Cindy, who was who?"

Startled, I turned in the direction of Jim's voice, and honestly said, "I don't know. I thought it Stephen was sucking on me, but then I thought it was Stephen's penis in my mouth. I just don't know who was who."

"Ah, see Stephen, we are indistinguishable to her. She cannot tell us apart." Jim then began to untie me and removed my blindfold. As my eyes tried to readjust to the light, I could see both men were still partially erect.

The each climbed into bed with me and gently massaged me, and, as they held and caressed me, I began to cry quietly. I had such an emotionally charged series of orgasms that I could not contain my emotions at the moment.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Jim asked.

"Nothing is wrong. I am just being silly. But I love you two so much, and that was beautiful, what we just did. I am happy to be here with both of you. I really do love you both." I rolled on my side to kiss Jim, and he held me. I felt Stephen's erect penis approach me from behind.

"Jim, hold me while Stephen fucks me from behind." I whispered to Jim. 

I positioned myself to allow Stephen to enter me from behind as I cried silently in Jim's arms. Stephen fucked my slowly and lovingly as my husband held me. My tears dropped on to Jim's face as Stephen began fucking me with more vigor. 

I kissed Jim, exploring my husband's mouth with my tongue as I felt Stephen's pace quicken and his penis begin the throb inside me. I knew he was ejaculating inside me; only I did not know if he was adding his sperm to my husband's or merely adding to the deposit he made in my moments before.

Stephen remained inside me after he came a second time, and I fell asleep with one lover's penis growing soft inside me while I wept silently while lying in my husband's arms. I was a very content and happy lady at that moment. And there was almost nothing I would not do to please my men.

I woke a while later and asked, "Jim, which one of you was in my mouth? Who did I just swallow?" I was not sure exactly why knowing was important to me.

"Bunny, I don't think Stephen or I will tell you that. In fact, I think we are going to take you fairly frequently like that from now on, and I think you will spend your day wondering whose semen is slowly draining out of your pussy, and whose semen is in your beautiful little tummy. I think that will be a good thing for you to ponder in the hours while we are away from you." Jim smiled devilishly.

Damn, my husband knew me, and knew just how to climb inside my head. And he was right, not knowing whose sperm was swimming in my belly at this moment and whose was swimming up into my womb, in search of an egg that, hopefully, was not there, was terribly exciting to me.

I feel back asleep content that I had both of my lover's semen inside me, and I was sleeping between the two men that I loved so dearly. I was awakened multiple times during the night whenever one or the other would awaken with a hard-on. An whenever on took me, it awakened and aroused the other; so he had to take a turn next.

It was one of the most memorable, and beautiful nights of my life.