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Mrs Macmillan

By: ozzymike



"Mrs Macmillan?"

Standing in front of me was my High School Home Room teacher, albeit nearly 30 years older than when I had last seen her. She seemed a little shorter, a lot grayer, but undeniably this was Dorothy Macmillan. I'd had enough schoolboy fantasies about her all those years agoo that I couldn't be wrong ... could I?

The older woman turned to look at me, a query in her eyes as if to ask me why I was bothering her. Her gaze took in my wife, standing beside the shopping cart I was pushing, came back up to me and said, simply, "Yes?"

"Hi. I don't know if you remember me - it's Mike Smith. I had you for Home Room in 1981, do you remember"

Immediately that amused twinkle that used to keep schoolboys up at night appeared in her bright blue eyes. "Yes, Michael, I do remember you, quite well. Hello, I'm Dorothy Macmillan" she introduced herself to my wife, Jenny. "Obviously your manners are still a little wanting, eh Michael?"

Slightly embarrased, I introduced Jenny, and asked Mrs Macmillan if she'd like to have a coffee with us in the coffee shop there at the shopping mall, and she agreed. We each took our shopping to our cars, meeting there a few minutes later. Sitting down, the waitress came over, took our orders, and left us alone.

"So, Mike, have you become the big success that I always thought you would?"

Jenny just smiled as I told Mrs Macmillan that I was a moderately successful science fiction writer. A series of books over the previous few years had enabled us to move into this more upmarket suburb. 

"Well, you were either going to be successful, or go to jail I guess" she said, laughing. 

Jenny looked a little dumbfounded for a second, then joined laughing, asking Mrs Macmillan what she had meant.

"Oh, call me Dorothy dear. I think we're all old enough for first names don't you? All through school Mike here had some harebrained scheme or another happening. He was so busy thinking up some new plan that most of the time he never got his school work done, or skipped class while he was working on something 'more important'. I can't tell you the number of times he got switched for skipping class. Of course, in those days we were allowed to switch naughty boys!"

Throughout this I was going redder and redder, my wife's jar was dropping further and further, and Mrs Macmillan was looking happier and happier. It was obvious that I hadn't told Jenny everything about my past. I was feeling just like a schoolboy again, and not in a good way!

The arrival of the coffees provided a welcome break to the conversation, allowing me to try and change the direction this was going.

"So, Mrs Mac - ah ... Dorothy. Do you live local to here?"

"You always did ask silly questions. Of course I live locally - why would I come all the way out here to do my shopping if I didn't live here?"

"We just moved into Barnard Street," Jenny chimed in, "into an old house near the bottom of the hill."

"With the overgrown garden? That's the old Hamilton place. I used to play in that house as a child. Jane Hamilton was my best friend for many many years."

That opened up a long conversation on the history of the area, the people who had lived there, and the newer residents like ourselves, and lots of other local topics that lasted until long after the coffees were finished.

As we started getting up to leave,I turned to Mrs Macmillan. "perhaps we might see each other around again" I said.

"No doubt about it." she replied, that twinkle back in her eyes. "I live about five doors up from you"

That was the final straw - now I was dumbfounded. 

Jenny smoothly interjected "Wonderful! You can come and have coffee more often, and tell me more about my wicked husband!" she laughed. And at that we broke up and headed to our cars. Sure enough, Mrs Macmillan drove into our street, with us behind her, and continued a short distance before turning into a driveway on the same side of the road as our house - we literally lived five doors apart!

That night, amid a house full of packing boxes and half-arranged furniture Jenny wanted to know more about Dorothy and my 'naughty' school years.

"So, was she serious - did she used to whip that butt of yours with a cane? How often?"

"Ah ... yes, she did. Probably two or three times a month. It was only after lots of warnings, but I just didn't get it during school - I never really fit in with what they wanted me to do, no matter how I tried."

"And you liked her, didn't you. " Not a question - a statement. Damn - how do wives figure this shit out!!

"Mrs Macmillan was stunning, and when you're a teenage boy with hormones flowing you'll fantasize about just about anything, including the woman who bends you over her desk and gives you five of the best with her switch."

"I'll bet you wanted more than just that" Jenny murmured just under her breath.

"Yes, I certainly do!". All this talk about Mrs Macmillan, and switching, and remembering bending over had me hard as a rock, as Jenny was about to find out! I picked Jenny up, and carried her through to our bedroom (still just a mattress on the floor) and we had some of the best sex we'd ever had.

And Mrs Macmillan was in my head the whole time.

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Some weeks passed, and I occassionally saw Dorothy out on the street, or doing some gardening. She'd maintained her figure quite well considering her age. She was around 5'6", nicely padded in all the right areas, though not fat. The curly blonde ringlets of my youth were now straighter grey swirls, typically done up into a loose bun at the back of her head. Loads of laugh lines across her face framed those never-to-be-forgotten bright blue eyes.

She and Jenny seemed to get on like a house on fire. Jenny would often drop some tidbit of information that Dorothy had given her about my youth, which I would take in relatively good humour. But over time it started getting a bit 'old', and I was getting tired of hearing about things I'd done, and an alarming number of things that I actually hadn't!

One day I came in from clearing some of the overgrown backyard, and there were Jenny and Dorothy sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee. As soon as I walked in they looked at me, burst out laughing, and then quickly quieted themselves down, starting to talk about something that obviously wasn't the subject I had walked in on.

Hot, sweaty, tired, I stumped through the kitchen and into the living area. As soon as I was out of the kitchen more laughter erupted, and i could hear the conversation continuing in shushed tones, intermingled with more laughter and an occassional "No! Really?!" from Jenny. I just got angrier.

I headed back ito the kitchen to get a drink before going back to the yard work, and naturally they changed subject again. I must have been a bit forceful with the fridge, because when I closed the door I heard something inside fall over.

"What's up Mike?" Jenny asked. Looking at her I could see the tears still streaming down her face, the flush of her face describing how hard she'd been laughing.

"Nothing!", and I headed for the back door.

"Now there's no need to be rude, Michael." Mrs Macmillan only ever called me Michael when things were going bad. I froze, and turned around.

"ME Rude!?" I exclaimed. "What about you two changing subject everytime I walk into the room. No doubt you're telling her about another of my punishments!"

"Why yes, I was. It seems you haven't been totally honest with Jenny, and I'm setting that to rights.

"Frankly Dorothy, that's none of your business"

"YOU can call me Mrs Macmillan right now, young Michael. Come Here!"

To this day I can't tell you why, but I went over to the table they were sitting at, standing between Jenny and Mrs Macmillan.

"Your manners haven't improved a great deal young man. Bend Over!".

Suddenly I was back in school, not in my own kitchen, and the same Mrs Macmillan who had launched a thousand hormonal hard-ons was there. I started to bend over like I used to, then realised where I was and started back up.

"Oh no you don't" sais Mrs Macmillan and Jenny, almost in unison. And then, the biggest surprise of all, was my wife helping my old teacher to push me down over the table.

"I don't have a switch handy boy, or we'd do this properly", which was followed quickly by her 70+ year old hand landing solidly on my butt.

I jumped like I'd been hit with a cattle prod, but Jenny on my back kept me over the table, as the blows rained down on my backside.

"This won't do at all", muttered Mrs Macmillan, and the next thing I knew the sweatpants I'd been wearing were pulled down to my ankles, followed quickly by my underwear. "That's better" she said, and then the spanking started in earnest.

Blows landed all over my butt, and down my thighs. I was howling like a teenager before it finished, tears flowing freely. All this time Jenny had remained holding me over the table, and as it became apparent that MRs Macmillan had stopped she started stroking my hair and making cooing, soothing, sounds.

Mrs Macmillan reached under the table in front of me and let me know that I had a huge hard-on. "I'll let you take care of this" she told Jenny, guiding Jennies hand down to my throbbing boner. Jenny looked at me in wonderment as Mrs Macmillan left through the back door.

I remained over the table, sore, embarrased, turned on, humiliated. I heard rustling, then Jenny guided me on to my back on the table, and stepped up on a chair then onto the table above me. I looked down to see she'd stripped from the waist down, and she wasted no time impaling herself on me. I was amazed to realised that she'd been turned on by my spanking, obvious by how wet she was. Normally Jenny takes a little while to get going, but there she was, eyes closed, pounding herself up and down on my prick, bottoming out on every stroke.

It didn't take her long to cum, with a long low moaning coming from the depths of her soul that rose into the mindless expression of a truly immense orgasm, and I could feel her body trying to milk me, but somehow I was staying hard as a rock.

She climbed off, stood next to the table, and looking me in the eye simply said "Take me." So I got off the tabel, put her in the position that had so humiliated me, and holding her arse cheeks apart slipped into her tight wetness from behind. She was incredibly tight, incredibly hot, and I knew that it wouldn't take me long now. 

All normal, rational thought evaporated as I attacked her body like an animal. She was holding on to the table for dear life while I hammered intoher from behind, instinct alone driving me towards the inevitable climax. In a distant part of my mind I could feel her juices trickling down my thighs, hear her keening wail as she approached another orgasm, smell the closeness of our bodies as my own climax grew nearer, then suddenly it was there, and I gave a few full-length thrusts before burying myself into her as I unloaded everything my body had left.

Panting, sweaty, with my softening cock slowly melting out of my wifes raw snatch, logical thought started returning, and I looked around the room only to catch Mrs Macmillan watching through the kitchen door, smiling. She turned and left then, before Jenny saw her, but that self-satisfied smile had spoken volumes.

Jenny got up then, hair dishevelled, with a slightly sleepy satisfied look on her face. She smiled at me, then went past me towards the bedroom where she had a shower. I wasn't sure what to do next - I was standing in my kitchen with my pants around my ankles, my soft cock covered in cum and pussy juice, and a slowly dawning realisation that my arse was hot, probably red, and very sore.

I went through to the bathroom, where Jenny was just climbing into the shower. She stood under the stream, looking out at me with a kind of amused look on her face. "Well, I never expected to see something like that".

I just looked at the floor, embarrassed.

"We need to talk about it, you know. You've had a thing for her for years, that's obvious. And that was some of the best sex we've ever had. I'll have to look at spanking you more often!!"

"I don't think so!" I exclaimed. "I'm a middle aged man - I'm too old to be spanked!"

"Oh, I don't know," said Jenny. "You were harder than I've seen you in ages, and watching you take a spanking from your old teacher turned me on like you wouldn't believe. Mmmmmm," as she slosed her eyes, running her hand down to her crotch, "it makes me wet again just thinking about it". And she played with herself right there in the shower in front of me, rapidly getting herself to a small orgasm. Now Jenny isn't a prde, but she has never liked to masturbate in front of me, yet here was my wife standing in the shower wantonly fingering herself right in front of me. Today was bringing TOO many changes for me to handle!

I handed her a towel when she got out, stepping into the shower and trying to come to grips with everything that had happened. A quick glance at the clock above the vanity made me realise that everything ahd changed, my whole world turned upside down, within the last 30 minutes.

When I left the bathroom and walked into the bedroom to get dressed, Jenny was lying back on the bed, her knees wide apart and drawn up, spreading her lips with her fingers. Her glistening sex made it obvious that she was still very much aroused, and the sight of her posed like that brought life back to my prick pretty quickly.

"Eat me." It wasn't a request. It wasn't a suggestion. It was a directive, and I felt strangely comfortable with it. Crawling up from the bottom of the bed, I started long slow flat licks with my tongue, starting down near her arsehole and drawing slowly up over her clit. The effect was instantaneous - my normally quiet and slightly reserved wife grabbed my head, pulling me closer into her and forcing me to eat her harder. After a few minutes I once again heard the low moan coming from deep in her throat, building slowly until my mouth was flooded with her juices as she came like I've never seen before. Don't get me wrong, Jenny has had some intense orgasms in the past, but this was like nothing I'd ever seen.

Once again she got forceful, pushing me onto my back and impaling herself on my cock. Her climax peaked pretty quickly, and she climbed off, not giving me the change to cum again. I must have looked a sight, lying there with my cock point up at me, face and crotch covered in her juices, wondering what was coming next. "If you want to cum again, you do it."

Once again feeling humiliated and embarrassed, I just lay there, not sure what to do. I'd never jerked off in front of anyone, let alone my wife, and I was still somewhat in shock by the turn of events that afternoon.

"Go on, do it? Pull yourself and show me what it looks like when you cum". 

Once again, the tone of voice was not how Jenny normally sounded when we were in bed. This was different, more authoritative, more commanding. I closed my eyes, and started to fist my prick, faster& faster. My orgasm was elusive, getting close then pulling away at the last minute. My frustrations must have started showing, because Jenny got up and sat firmly on my face again, facing down my body towards my cock. She started rocking forwards & backwards, so my nose & tongue were alternately rubbing over her pussy then her little button arsehole. The humiliation of jerking off in front of someone, the intoxication of Jenny's cunt clamped over my face, the dawning reality of the afternoons events all came together and I came again. Not as big as previously, but still impressive for the second time in less than an hour. Seconds later I felt the telltale signs of Jenny having a nice little climax as she rode my face, all the while smearing my cum across my stomach with her hands.

Finished, she got off my face, and suggled in next to me on the bed, like we normally do after we make love.

"I love you", was all she said, gently drifting off to sleep. 

And minutes later I had joined her.

Mrs Macmillan Ch. 02



Things had certainly changed in my house over the last few weeks.

It all started when I bumped into an old High School teacher, Mrs. Macmillan, who everyone had had the hots for 30 years ago. She and Jenny, my wife, got along like a house on fire, becoming firm friends, with Mrs. Macmillan telling her about all the trouble I had been in as a youth. To cut a long story short, one day I got the shits with the stories being told, I was rude to my old teacher, and in my kitchen, in front of my wife, I got a pants-down spanking from her, which was followed by some pretty torrid sex with my wife once my teacher left - the full story is in part one if you're after the detail.

The change wasn't limited to our sex life. Pretty much all of our private life together had tilted on it's axis. Day to day stuff was largely the same, however Jenny seemed to be taking more control over activities than she had previously. She was a little less reserved, and more inclined to issue somewhat peremptory commands that she expected to be followed.

One day she wanted me to do something that would interfere with something I had wanted to do - she had it in her mind that the back patio needed painting, I had it in my mind to watch the football game that afternoon. She'd gone out shopping for the day, and when she came home she found me in the lounge watching the 3rd quarter of the game. She went out back, obviously saw that the patio wasn't painted, then went straight to our room. Meanwhile I'm obliviously watching the game.

Jenny came into the lounge room with not a stitch on. She turned around, and with her legs slightly parted bent at the waist to show me her puffy, glistening pussy lips. Game? - What Game? I got up and went to her, getting harder by the microsecond. She stopped me , and told me to go to the bedroom, get undressed, and lie on the bed. Naturally I was there in seconds!

Jenny walked in, asked me to roll onto my stomach, and I thought I was going to get a nice nude massage. She straddled my back, facing down towards my feet, and then it happened.

Jenny started spanking me, and it wasn't love pats. I could hear the exertion in her voice as I tried to buck her off.

"I" ... SMACK ... "said" ... SMACK ... "to" ... SMACK ... "paint" ... SMACK ... "the" ... SMACK ... "patio" ... SMACK ... "and" ... SMACK ... "you" ... SMACK ... "didn't." Each word punctuated with a serious slap to my butt.

"Why not?"

I tried to explain that I had been planning to watch the game all week, and that I'd do the patio tomorrow, but that didn't take any heat out of her spanking - if anything it intensified.

She got off me and I started to roll away.

"STAY STILL. You'll stay there if you ever want to have sex with me again". The ultimate weapon had just been deployed.

So I lay there, on my stomach, butt hurting all to hell, and just a bit angry by what was going on.

"Mike, I love you, but you need to understand that when I want something done, and we agree to it, it gets done or you get punished. Dorothy (Mrs. Macmillan) showed me how to punish naughty boys when she spanked you the other week. Maybe that's what we need to be doing more of - punishments when things aren't done right.

And with that, from the side of the bed, she started spanking me in earnest. She'd obviously learned from Mrs. Macmillan when she had me bent over the kitchen table, because her spanking moved all over my bum and down the back of my thighs. I forced myself to lie there are take it, crying like a baby, but much like last time I found that I was getting aroused, that my cock was hardening. I must have parted my legs slightly, because I realised that the spanking had stopped and Jenny was stroking the back of my ball sack between my legs.

"Roll over".

My cock was absolutely purple, and about the biggest that I have ever seen it. And Jenny was obviously turned on too, because she just got right on and rode me like I was a toy. Once again this was animal lust, rutting, not love making. She rode me through at least five orgasms (as far as I could tell), before I finally managed to blow.

Climbing off, she lay beside me and she said "That was a little quick. I think in future you should ask permission before you cum. At least spanking you is making you harder for me."

I just lay there, not really knowing what to say.

"Things have changed Mike. I'm aware of a whole new side to me that I never knew was there before, and I like it. I love you, and that will never change, but you need to understand that there are things I won't put up with now, and this is how I'm going to punish you when you do them. You understand, don't you?"

"So you want me to be a slave, is that it?" I asked. "You want to dominate me, and do BDSM and all that?"

"No, silly! I don't want a slave, I want a partner, a lover, a friend. I want YOU! But when we agree that something needs to be done, like the patio, and it doesn't happen I want to be able to take out my frustrations. And let's face it, you're getting seriously turned on too, and the fucking is wonderful afterwards. Admit it - you're kind of enjoying it too".

And she was right. Twice I'd been spanked recently, twice I'd had this huge hard-on, twice the sex was mind-glowingly wonderful. My twitching, growing cock would have made a lie of anything but the truth at that moment, and she saw it too.

"This," as she reached down and wrapped her hand around my hardening meat "is telling me that you like it, and that you're thinking about it."

"Well, yes, but I like just making love to you too - I don't want to be spanked all the time!"

"You won't be - only when you deserve it, or when you ask for it. You might like it enough to actually decide you want it, and it turns me on too, watching your tight little hiney turning a nice red shade."

She moved down my body, and took me into her mouth. Jenny is petite, and has a small mouth to match, but she always worked hard to give me the best head that she could, though I had to admit she wasn't all that good at it. Being so turned on had wrought a change in her it seemed, because she seemed to get in the groove, giving me some of the best head of our married life.

Her butt was stuck up in the air next to my head, so I ran my fingers up and down her crack, delving into her honeypot which was slick with our combined juices. Idly I started playing with her clit, pushing and pulling it like she liked, and her hips started swaying with pleasure. The sight of her swollen lips, splayed by my fingers, along with the excellent headjob was getting me closer, and I remembered what she had said.

"May I cum", I asked tentatively.

She sat up on my fingers, pivoting to look at me with a big smile on her face. "You may." and thankfully she resumed her work on my cock. Seconds later I couldn't hold it back any longer, I warned her that I was going to cum in her mouth, but all she did was murmur her assent and suck even harder. For the first time ever I came from my wife's head job, and also for the first time I came in her mouth. It only took another minute or so and her body was wracked by another orgasm as her cunt clamped around my fingers.

Lying next to me, cuddling as we always did after sex, all she said as she drifted off to sleep was "Dorothy will be pleased".

Dorothy? Mrs. Macmillan? What did she have to do with this? What part did she play?

As I drifted off I started thinking about Mrs. Macmillan, and my cock twitched with the thoughts.



Mrs Macmillan Ch. 03



This is a continuing story about a man who, in his later years, bumps into his high school teacher, who winds up teaching his wife how he should be disciplined.

While this can probably be read standalone, it's probably best that you pick up the links to the previous stories and read them first – it will give you the more fleshed-out version of the story.

Cheers!

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Our lives had changed. Subtly in some respects, dramatically in others.

In company, and generally when we were alone, Jenny and I performed much like any other married couple, and much as we had for the last five or so years we had been together. Jenny is generally considered to be fairly conservative, which is backed up by her short stature and slim build, as well as the way in which she behaves around friends & family.

In private, though, she can change to become slightly more dominant, and significantly more intractable. She happily makes decisions, and when those decisions aren't followed there are generally consequences, which usually means my butt gets a tanning.

Dorothy Macmillan was a teacher of mine at High School some thirty years ago, and when we happened to move into the same street as her she and Jenny became close friends, and much of the change in Jenny has been from Mrs. Macmillan's influence.

My wife started spanking me when I "failed" to paint the patio one weekend - see the second installment of this series for the details.

Since then she has found a reason to punish me just about every week, such punishment always resulting in a very sore backside, an incredibly hard cock, a dripping wet excited wife, and some of the very best sex I've ever had.

Typically it would go like this.

Jenny would come and sweetly discuss with me how I had failed to do something that she believed I had said I would, or let me know that I had not been polite to someone, or some other punishable infraction of the "rules", largely unwritten but well versed inside her head.

I would go to the bedroom, remove all my clothes, and wait in the assigned position. Sometimes she wanted me on the bed, either on hands & knees or face down on the bed, sometimes facing into the corner of the room, once bent over her dressing table.

She'd come in, and remind me why I was going to be punished, that the punishment would be a spanking, and that I should be sorry I had done wrong, but happy that she cared enough about me to do this. Naturally I would apologise, sometimes pleading that the "crime" had not been serious enough to warrant a spanking.

Then she would spank me. It was never gentle, it was always thorough, and I remained in position as long as possible while it occurred. Sometimes she'd make me count the strokes, other times she'd demand complete silence. But always I'd be crying before she finished, and always I would have the biggest hard on ever.

And always after the punishment there was phenomenal, intensely physical, animalistic, lovemaking.

Dorothy Macmillan, my old school teacher, came and had coffee with Jenny quite regularly. She still had that heart stopping, hard-on inducing twinkle in her eye, but now there seemed to be an extra edge, after she had seen the rutting that occurred after my first spanking, which she administered (see Ch. 1). It was never mentioned of course, and Jenny didn't know Dorothy had been watching our fucking, but it always seemed to hover there, just out of sight. Whenever Dorothy came over I was polite and attentive if I was in the room - normally I stayed as far out of her sight as possible. After all this time 'Mrs. Macmillan' still scared me and still had the ability to punish me, even if 'Dorothy' didn't.

The last time I had seen Dorothy was about a week earlier. There had been a block party on our street, and naturally enough I'd had a few beers (hell, it had been a hot afternoon!) with some of the other husbands from the street, which descended into some ... loud ... behaviour, discussing everything from politics to first girlfriends, and lots of other 'dumb guy shit' as Jenny would put it. Jenny had been away at a Hens weekend that weekend, and so had missed the party.

Now, the following Sunday afternoon, there she was in my kitchen drinking coffee with my wife, while I stayed in the lounge room quietly watching college football and generally keeping to myself.

"Mike, can you come in here please?" called Jenny from the kitchen.

I switched off the set and quickly moved through to the kitchen. Something was up. Dorothy was sitting there, not looking very happy, and Jenny had a firm set to her mouth.

"Dorothy and I have been talking about the party last weekend. Is there something that you'd like to tell me?". This was not in her 'I love you' voice, this was 'I'm going to spank you raw for some heinous crime' voice. 

Shit.

I really wasn't aware of what she was talking about. I couldn't think of anything wrong that I'd done the previous week, and she'd spanked me the day before for some pointless infraction - a mild punishment more for pleasure than for discipline.

"Ah, no darling, I can't think of anything. Is there a problem Dorothy?"

She looked at me then, and I knew I was fucked. The gorgeous twinkle in those deep blue eyes, the slightly raised eyebrow, the pursed lips. "YOU can call me Mrs. Macmillan today, young Michael." (Yup - I was definitely fucked. This wasn't Dorothy, it was Mrs. Macmillan, and she was using my full name.) "I saw you carousing with the other louts from this street last Saturday. From what I could see you'd had more to drink than you should have, and you were happily sitting in Frank Tates front yard with the others, drinking and comparing previous conquests. Is this the sort of behaviour your wife would have approved of? In public?"

"Ah, no ma'am." I said, looking at my shoes. "I guess not."

"Well, what should we do about it Mike," said Jenny. "It seems you've embarrassed me in public now. I'm not sure how I should take that."

"I can give you some suggestions," said Mrs. Macmillan, her voice full of steel. "Look, I brought something over for you."

She went to the kitchen door, open it, and picked up something she had left outside. Turning, she had a piece of cane, about three feet long, flayed at the end, with a pink bow around the handle.

"Since you told me that you were getting a sore hand spanking Michael, I thought I'd get you something a little less tiring."

Jenny squealed with delight, and accepted the gift like a little girl being given a new dolly. I, on the other hand, was absolutely mortified that Jenny & Dorothy had been discussing my punishments. Mrs. Macmillan saw the look on my face and surmised my concerns.

"Yes Michael, Jenny tells me about every punishment that she gives you. We discuss it in great detail actually, including how you fuck her like a mindless animal with your hard cock after she warms up your butt. " 

I was getting more and more dumbstruck by the second - I had never imagined my teacher say 'fuck' or 'cock' before, let alone talk about two people having hardcore sex!

"Perhaps it's my fault," she said. "All those years ago if I had worked harder on you perhaps you wouldn't be so unruly today."

"I wouldn't say I'm unruly, Dorothy. I don't slip up that much really!" I countered.

"MY NAME IS MRS MACMILLAN, YOUNG MAN, AND YOU WILL ADDRESS ME PROPERLY!"

Even Jenny looked stunned at that one. I just looked at the floor, waiting for her to leave so Jenny could spank me and this could all be over.

Quietly, Jenny said "Mike, take your clothes off please."

I started to turn to go through to the bedroom, and she stopped me.

"No, here please."

"Isn't Mrs. Macmillan going to leave first?" I hoped out loud.

"No Mike, Dorothy is going to stay for this one. We've discussed it, and if you're going to embarrass me, then you should be embarrassed too. Take your clothes off please, right now."

I could feel my cock growing as I peeled off my shirt, and undid the belt on my jeans.

"Please Jenny, I'm sorry." I pleaded. The last thing wanted was for my teacher to see my cock growing.

"NOW Mike."

I took off the rest of my clothes, folding everything neatly and placing it on a kitchen chair (I'd already been spanked once for not putting my clothes down neatly!). I covered my boner as best I could with my hands. I might not be the biggest or best endowed gut on the planet, but I have nothing to be ashamed of and two hands really wasn't quite enough.

Jenny moved me to the centre of the kitchen, facing away from her, and then went and sat back down. 

"Put your hands on your head Michael." I could hear the twinkle in the voice, alongside the steel. She was going to enjoy this!

I heard a chair scrape, the something was trailed across the top of my buttocks. Mrs. Macmillan came into view under my left arm, slowly walking around me and getting a very good look at my throbbing cock. And she was trailing the cane lightly around my waist.

"Jenny, using the cane is a last resort. It hurts a great deal more than spanking, and it will leave marks, so you need to be careful how you use it. Mind you, I can see you're already spanking him quite nicely as it is." Obviously I was still a little red from the spanking last night.

A swish, and then my world exploded in pain. Searing, awful, dreadful, mind numbing pain. 

And I howled like a baby and started crying immediately. Running on the spot did nothing to stop the pain. I dropped my hands from my head to cover my arse, which was on fire.

"MICHAEL, YOU WILL STAND STILL! And put your hands back on your head! You see Jenny?" Mrs. Macmillan said. "It's not so fun for either of you, and look how his cock is deflating now. You'd never be able to ride that, so you can't use the cane too much. This is for SERIOUS punishment only, ok?"

"Ok Dorothy."

"Mrs. Macmillan please child, when I teaching."

"Sorry, yes Dor- , um ... Mrs. Macmillan."

"Much better. Now, you have a try."

I steeled myself for another painful swipe, but what I got from Jenny was nothing even close. Mrs. Macmillan gave her a few more tries at it, helping her perfect her action so that the last one was very similar to what she had given me. All the time I'm howling like a baby, and my cock could not have been softer.

"You still need to be punished Michael, but that can wait. Jenny, you can see why in school they only give a few swats with the cane. This is a punishment tool, not a pleasurable one. Go and get some scarves, or a couple of belts please."

Jenny just looked at Mrs. Macmillan for a moment, a bit unsure, and then left to go to the bedroom.

Mrs. Macmillan watched her leave, then reached up and ran her finger through the stream of tears still flowing down my cheek.

"I'm sorry boy, but you must learn to behave in a civilized fashion with the women around you, even when they aren't there."

She trailed her hand down my body to my limp dick, taking it in her hand like some warm, dead slug. "We'll have to revive this, I think." she murmured, just as Jenny came back into kitchen with a handful of her scarves, as well as a few of my leather belts. I started getting really scared about what might happen next.

"Now that he's been punished for embarrassing you, he needs to be rewarded. Michael, turn around and bend over the table please."

As I turned I looked Jenny square in the eye, and while I'm sure this is not what she had in mind, she didn't seem too concerned how things were turning out.

Resigned, I let Mrs. Macmillan lead me to the head of the table, and bent over it, my chest laying on the cold surface.

She tugged my left leg outwards until it was next to the table leg, then she strapped one of my belts around my leg and the table leg, just below my knee. Jenny picked up the other belt, and repeated the action with my right leg.

"Now, as you can see you can do anything to him in this position that you want. You might even consider this for when you need to punish him in earnest, as he can't move away from the table. Now, show me how you punished him last night."

And with that she drew a chair out, and sat there, waiting for Jenny to start.

Jenny gave me some gentle slaps, nothing like I had received the night before, and I could tell her heart wasn't in it.

"Properly please dear, this isn't a game!"

Jenny gave me a few harder smacks, carefully avoiding where the cane had left raised welts. Mrs. Macmillan, sitting at the table, casually moved her hand under the table and once again took a hold of my cock.

"Beautiful" she said under her breath, and I opened my eyes to look at her, realising that it was she who was holding me. Jenny seemed not to have noticed, as her spanking got more strident and forceful.

"Remember, he embarrassed you in public Jenny!" I could have choked Mrs. Macmillan as Jenny started really getting her weight into flogging my tortured arse with her hand, all the while Mrs. Macmillan gently tugging and stroking my cock as it got hard.

"Stop now Jenny. I think he's had enough. Why don't you go under the table and take him into your mouth for a minute?"

"Thanks Dorothy, but I'll just show you out first."

"No, I think this lesson needs to go a little further. You need to learn to respect him after punishing him for not respecting you. I can see that you need some more education as well."

"Really Dorothy, thanks, but I'm fine. I'll give Mike a lot of love and attention, don't you worry. Perhaps you can come over for a coffee this evening and see how things are then, Dorothy." Jenny's voice was becoming a little plaintive.

"That's MRS MACMILLAN, Jenny. I think I shall have to show YOU some discipline also!"

She grabbed Jenny and pulled her across her lap, holding her down by the small of her back. Still strapped to the table, I had to twist to see what was happening. A couple of solid smacks landed on Jenny's arse, and I couldn't help wondering if she would get as turned on as I now was.

"This will never do!" said Mrs. Macmillan, and she flipped up Jenny's skirt. Mrs. Macmillan grabbed the back of her panties and pulled them just below her cheeks, and then set to spanking her properly. The large wet patch on the dark underwear was evidence that Jenny had once again been turned on by spanking me. 

Within seconds Jen was howling and crying, just like I had been, as Mrs. Macmillan turned the area from the back of her knees to the top of her buttocks a light crimson. Then she just stopped, letting Jenny catch her breath.

"Child, when I tell you what to do, you're going to do it. Do you understand?"

Sobbing "Yes, Dorothy." which earned her another smack.

"Mrs. Macmillan, for the moment, please dear". Mrs. Macmillan ran her hand over Jenny's bum, as if smoothing out the skin. She allowed her hand to dip between Jenny's cheeks, lingering there and coming back back out with a glistening trace of moisture. Jenny just lay there, but parted her legs subtly.

"Jenny, remove the rest of your clothes please."

Slowly, Jenny got up of Mrs. Macmillan's lap, and keeping her eyes down she kicked off her panties, and removed the rest of her clothing. Meanwhile Mrs. Macmillan undid the belts holding me to the table, allowing me to stand again.

"Now, I see young Michael has remained over-excited, so take him in your mouth please."

I had turned around, leaning back against the table while watching my wife taking her clothes off, so my cock was jutting out away from the table, and I realised that I was now even more exposed to Mrs. Macmillan than I had been before. Jenny kneeled down in front of me, and Mrs. Macmillan reached out, grabbed my cock, and guided me forwards into Jenny's mouth. Her hair was disheveled, tears still glistening on puffy cheeks, and it was about the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. 

I thrust forward hard into her mouth, wanting nothing more than satisfaction, grunting with every stroke. Mrs. Macmillan just sat there and watched, intently, her eyes at the same level as Jens mouth.

"I'm gonna cum!" I warned Jen, who started to pull away.

Mrs. Macmillan quickly got up and stood behind her, holding her head from behind, moving Jen forwards and backwards to continue the face fucking, looking me straight in the eyes all the while.

I felt the familiar boiling at the base of my nuts, my eyes started to roll back in my head in the face of a powerful orgasm, and Jens mouth left my cock just as I came.

After the first couple of spurts I opened my eyes and looked down to see Jenny's head being held in a vice like grip by Mrs. Macmillan, copping a face load of my cream.

"Clean him up, Jennifer."

Obeying, Jenny took me back in her mouth and gently licked me clean. As I started to harden again, Mrs. Macmillan sent Jenny to clean her face, warning her to be quick.

Mrs. Macmillan stood in front of me, taking hold of my hardening dick, still damp from my wife's mouth and my come. Gently she ran a fingertip over the glands, smearing a trace of fresh cum around.

"I hope you've got more of that in there boy. You're going to need it this afternoon!"

I was wondering what she had in mind as Jenny came back into the kitchen, her ace clean and hair neatened. And she had the flushed look from her breasts to her face which was a tell tale sign that she was hyper aroused.

"Michael, you may return to the lounge room and watch the television, but you may not get dressed, and you may not play with yourself. Jennifer, you come with me" Mrs. Macmillan stated in a voice that said she was accustomed to being obeyed.

She left the room with Jenny right behind her, then me. I stopped in the lounge room and watched as Mrs. Macmillan lead my naked wife into our bedroom, looking me in the eye as she closed the door behind her.

I was left standing there, nude, erect, and wondering what the hell was going to happen next.

... and it was incredibly arousing!



Mrs Macmillan Ch. 04



Standing there in my lounge room, watching my wife walking behind my old school teacher towards my bedroom, both of us naked as the day we came into the world, would be arousing enough, but the fact that Jenny had nicely glowing butt cheeks made my cock ache for release. She walked behind Mrs. Macmillan much as a student would when being taken to see the school principal, knowing that a punishment was imminent. And the flushed colour that ran from her nipples to her eyes told me she was as aroused as I've ever seen her.

Mrs. Macmillan ushered her into the room, then turned to close the door, looking me straight in the eye with a no-nonsense look that meant I was going to follow her orders, which had been to stay in the lounge room and not play with myself. Staying in the lounge would be difficult, not stretching the boner would be damn near impossible!

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Jenny was lead into the room, and the older Mrs. Macmillan closed the door firmly behind her.

"I'm a little disappointed in you Jenny," she said, "and also a little with myself. I thought you had been learning during our chats over the last few weeks but it is clear that I will need to better instruct you. Show me your toys."

"Um ... What? ... My toys?" Jenny barely managed to say in a clear voice.

"Yes dear, your toys. I want to see them. I know that you'll have some here somewhere. I to get them out please, right now."

Jenny reached into her nightstand, opening the draw a little way, and pulling out a single vibrator - bright pink with a large clit tickler attached - and handed it to Mrs. Macmillan without meeting her gaze, then quickly shutting the draw.

Mrs. Macmillan hefted the large silicone and plastic device, sliding the controls on the bottom that made it vibrate and the beads within it start to rotate, holding her other hand firmly around the head as if to simulate what Jens vagina must feel like with it in there. Jen just turned a deeper shade of embarrassed red.

"Very nice." said Mrs. Macmillan, "But how about you show me the others as well."

"What others?"

"The other toys in your night stand, and probably in your panties drawer too. Maybe in the cupboard in the ensuite bathroom as well?"

Jen sheepishly reached into her nightstand and pulled out the rest of our toy collection, which included a number of different sized vibes, including some vibrating Ben-Wa balls, a few butt plugs, and a HUGE black rubber cock that had to be seen to be believed. Mrs. Macmillan's eyebrows raised when she saw that one, but she said nothing, just accepting the toys as Jenny pulled them from the nightstand and handed them to her, laying them in a neat line at the base of the bed after having a good long look at them, turning them around and even switching some of them on to see how they worked.

"Much better dear, but please do as you're asked the first time from now on."

Jenny just stood there, head bowed, deeply embarrassed that the older woman not only had seen all of her toys, but that she had inspected them so closely. It felt like she was having her house inspected to ensure it had been cleaned properly!

"Now, which one of these is your favourite, and why?"

Like a shy schoolgirl Jenny quietly mumbled that she liked all of them for different reasons.

"Okay then, let's go through them then. These?" Mrs. Macmillan held up the Ben-Wa balls.

"I use them when I'm cleaning." Jenny said. "They stay in and move as I work around the house, and when I'm finished I turn the vibrator part on."

"Mmmm . . . I see. This?" the clit tickler was in her hands now.

"That's for when Michael is away with work - when I want to just play on my own."

"I think I know about this one," Mrs. Macmillan said, her hand grasping the pink multi-vibe, "but what about this one?" she said, brandishing the huge black dildo.

Jenny remained silent, blushing furiously with embarrassment.

"Well? I'm not accustomed to waiting dear!"

"I fantasize that I'm with a black man with a big one, you know ... dick, and he's forcing me to have sex."

Mrs. Macmillan's eyebrows were raised even further than before. "I see," she said. "Well, I think for our  purposes we'll use this one." and she handed the little clit tickler to Jen.

"I don't understand."

"You're going to show me how you use all these toys dear. On you, on Michael, however you use them. If I'm going to teach you as well I 'm going to need to know how you behave in all circumstances. Now, show me how this one works".

"I certainly will NOT!" Jenny was getting indignant - there were limits and hers seemed to be being reached.

Mrs. Macmillan simply reached forwards, grabbed Jenny's shoulder and pivoted her forcefully onto the bed. As Jenny started struggling, Mrs. Macmillan fell across her back, keeping the lighter, younger, woman pinned facedown on the bed. 

Adjusting her position only slightly, Mrs. Macmillan moved to put one arm in swinging range of Jens butt, and let fly.

The torrent of smacks that Jen received seemed as if Mrs. Macmillan's hand had the speed of a machine gun, the loud cracks as her bony hand connected with firm flesh nothing compared to the pain and embarrassment being felt by my wife. Her she was, on her own bed in her own house, being spanked like some naughty 12 year old.

The spanking gradually lessened in intensity and pace as Mrs. Macmillan felt the younger woman ceasing her struggles to get up - in truth it lasted only a couple of minutes or so. Jennies' knees had parted during her torment, her bottom raised just a little off the bed. Mrs. Macmillan changed her spanking into rubbing the tortured skin over Jens firm cheeks, gradually working back in towards her sex. Jennifer unconsciously parted her legs, subtly, and Mrs. Macmillan moved her rubbing closer to Jennifer's nether lips. A few gentle brushes, and the reaction from Jen was obvious, her arse coming higher off the bed, her knees moving wider, inviting, offering. Mrs. Macmillan's hand now plainly rubbed along Jens sex, gently parting her swollen lips, coming out glistening wet.

Mrs. Macmillan got up off Jens back, who didn't change position: rather she gently ran her hand under her body and up to her clitoris, stretching the hood and playing gently with herself. Mrs. Macmillan reached around, grabbed the clit tickler, and turning it on gently placed it into the hand Jennifer had at her twat. 

Without a word, Jennifer lifted her arse right up into the air, parted her knees wide on the bed spreading her pussy open to the breeze, and started "demonstrating" the tickler. When the vibe was turned on, she started bucking and moaning, rapidly frigging herself and rubbing the mini-vibe over her clit until, in one long shuddering moan, she came, her juices flooding out of her and running down her legs to the bed covers. 

Mrs. Macmillan, meanwhile, had picked up the fat black dildo, and was hefting it, feeling its firmness and weight. As Jennifer came she rubbed the head in the opening to Jens cunt, then in a swift move slid it up to her puckered anus and shoved the head in past the sphincter.

The effect, naturally, was immediate. Jennifer screamed, partly in fear, surprise, shock, anger, and unadulterated lust. As the head of the black rubber cock was forced into her, and three or four inches besides, her climax jumped up a couple of notches and she became uncontrollable, shuddering and shaking her way through the most intense orgasm she had ever had. So much so she fainted and collapsed forwards onto the bed.

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Outside, in the lounge room, I had been able to hear a little of what was happening in the room, mainly the spanking, but the scream brought me to my feet. With my boner rapidly subsiding, Jennifer's scream had genuinely scared me, and I ran to the room, almost bursting through the door just as Mrs. Macmillan opened it.

"Yes, I thought you might come at that." was all she said.

I looked at Jen on the bed, sweaty, seemingly asleep, with a large black dildo sticking out between her arse cheeks. Where the fuck had THAT come from?

"Come, Michael. Jennifer is fine, she has only fainted as she climaxed - she'll recover in a minute or two. You, however, have been disobedient again. I told you not to come near this room. Come with me!"

Saying this she brushed past me, grabbing my cock and pulling it, not gently, to lead me from the room. I followed as quickly as I could, with no doubt in my mind that if I stopped moving she wouldn't and visions of my dick being ripped off filled my head. I looked back towards the bedroom at a moan from Jen - so she would be alright!

Unrelentingly, Mrs. Macmillan lead me back into the kitchen, back to where my torment had begun, and pushed towards the end of the kitchen table ...



To be continued



Mrs Macmillan Ch. 05



Mrs. Macmillan led me into the kitchen, pushing me back towards to the big kitchen table I'd been spanked over earlier.

"Now, Michael." she said. "Let's talk about your inability to take direction. I told you, quite clearly, to stay in the lounge and not to come to the bedroom, yet when I opened the door there you were. Explain yourself."

"I heard Jen scream a little while after you were spanking her, and I wanted to make sure that she was ok."

"Why wouldn't she be? No - don't answer that. I can see that we're going to have to go back to basics with you too." A resigned note had entered Mrs. Macmillan's voice.

'Me too' - what did she mean by 'me too'?

"Turn around Michael - lets get this over with."

I knew exactly what she wanted. I turned around and draped my naked body over the edge of the kitchen table, my butt stuck out. The table was high enough that only the balls of my feet and my toes were on the ground.

"You need to learn to do as you're told, Michael, and to remember the commands that are given to you." was all she said before her hand went into action.

I'd already been caned and spanked less than an hour ago by Mrs. Macmillan and my wife, so the effect was immediate - by the third strike I was shedding tears and only a few later I could barely keep still. However it didn't seem to affect my cock that way, as once again it started to rise to the occasion, which was in itself a bit of a miracle, considering I had blown all over my wife's face not that long ago!

Mrs. Macmillan probably laid about ten smacks onto my already seriously abused arse. It took me a second to realise that she'd finished, and that I was still lying there - all up only a few seconds had passed since I bent over and submitted to the punishment.

"Turn around Michael."

I turned around, leaning back against the table with my hands between my butt and the table edge. My cock, while not fully erect, was poking out at a fair angle.

"I wasn't too hard on you Michael, because you were concerned for Jennifer's welfare, however for the future you must understand that she will always be 'safe' with me, and I will not let her come to any permanent harm. You believe me, don't you Michael?"

"Of course Mrs. Macmillan, I'm sorry, but I've never heard her scream like that and I was worried."

"Naturally you were. You are supposed to be like that, but from now on you know that if she screams and she's with ME she's okay."

"Now, what shall we do about this?" she said, sitting in the chair next to me and taking a hold of my cock, which merely twitched in pleasure.

"I don't know, Mrs. Macmillan"

"How about you show me how you play with it Michael - show me what you do when Jennifer is not around."

I just looked at her blankly, not fully comprehending what she wanted me to do.

"What do you do Michael? Watch pornography? Play with her underwear? Do you have a toy? "

"For what?" I really wasn't tuning on this one!

"When you masturbate Michael! What do you use when you masturbate?"

"Um ... Just my hand, normally. Sometimes a little of Jenny's hand cream."

"Show me."

"What ... Now?"

"Yes Michael, now."

"But I already came - I wouldn't jerk off after I came!"

"Well you will today. Or would you rather I cane you some more?"

That was all it took - I grabbed my hard-on and started giving it long, slow strokes. Somehow having Mrs. Macmillan sitting eye-to-eye with my dick as I pumped it was really erotic, so I turned slightly so that I was pumping directly at her face. She looked up at me with a raised eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

I must have been pumping for a bit, but I wasn't getting even close to blowing again so soon. In the past I'd jerked off before Jenn and I fucked to make me last longer in the sack, so I couldn't figure how climaxing was going to happen anytime soon. Mrs. Macmillan was clearly getting a little exasperated by the time it was taking.

First she cupped my balls while I was wanking, weighing them and rubbing them gently. While that managed to keep me super hard, it did nothing to bring on another orgasm.

Then she got up, went across to the stove and came back with a bottle of olive oil we use for cooking.

"Mmm ... 'Extra Virgin'. I doubt it, in this house" she said with a smirk and a smile, and started dribbling a little oil over my cock so that I slicked up nice & quick while I was pumping.

I was pumping faster now, that elusive bubbling at the base of my groin slowly making itself felt, letting me know that the climax was building. But it was still too slow for Mrs. Macmillan, who HAD to have noticed that I was pumping harder and faster, with my eyes closed.

I felt a little pressure on the small of my back - she wanted me standing and not leaning against the table so I complied, taking a step away from the table so I wouldn't move back against it accidentally.

Suddenly I felt a slick presence between my arse cheeks, and clenched automatically, only to receive a mighty smack that de-clenched me quite effectively. Then an oily, bony digit was knuckle deep in my rectum. My pace slowed somewhat as I tried to work out what the fuck was going on.

"Don't stop, boy". It was a short, sharp, directive. I kept jerking.

Mrs. Macmillan started jiggling and moving her finger about in my arse, and the bubbling prepared to become a torrent - Mrs. Macmillan had found my prostate and was milking it for all it was worth.

I tried to warn her that I was going to blow again, but too late, and I came, my arse clenching around her finger, and a reasonable amount of cum spewing out of my cock.

Once I finished, she removed her finger and went over to the sink to clean her hands. I couldn't meet her eyes - my teacher had had her finger in my butt, and things weren't ever going to be the same.

"Oh dear, Michael" she exclaimed, "Look at what you've done".

I looked, and saw that some of my cum had landed on the hem of her long skirt.

I just looked at her, waiting to be told to bend over, or something similar.

"No matter," she said, "so long as you are more careful next time."

(Part of me was glad that there would be a next time, while part of me was embarrassed beyond belief.)

"Now, you must be tired. Why don't you go lie next to your wife for a while and have a little sleep. But under no circumstances are you to interfere with her. Not at all, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mrs. Macmillan. I understand. No interfering".

""Good. I'll be back later then."

With that she simply got up, pushed her chair back under the table, looked around the kitchen as if to ensure it was all neat, and left through the back door like nothing had happened.

I went through the bedroom to our bathroom to have a look at my wounds. My face was red and puffy from crying, and while there were bright red with streaks and welts across it, my backside wasn't as bad as I feared it might have been.

Back in the bedroom Jenny was fast asleep, her bum still partly raised, the large black rubber dildo still protruding from her back passage.

Gently I pulled it free of her, which she both moaned and whimpered while I did, then pulled covers up to keep her warn. Then I climbed into bed and lay beside her, my mind spinning with the events of the last hour or so, and wondering what could possibly happen next.

To Be Continued...



Mrs Macmillan Ch. 06



I was deep asleep, my arm around my wife, when I was awoken by a stinging slap on my back side.

"Did I not tell you to leave Jennifer completely alone, Michael?" The tone in Mrs. Macmillan's voice was explicit.

"Yes Mrs. Macmillan, you did, and I didn't interfere with her at all! We've just been sleeping!" Still trying to wake up, I had no idea where this was going. How long ago had I come to bed?

"Well, maybe you can explain why the dildo she had in her butt is on the floor next to your side of the bed!"

Shit. Yes, I had removed the big black rubber cock from my wife's arse when I had come to bed that afternoon. I thought Mrs. Macmillan had meant that I wasn't allowed to fool around with Jen - taking out the dildo had just been to make her comfortable.

"I ... ah ... I mean ... I was just making her comfortable. We didn't fuck or anything like that!"

The full swing, open handed slap to my face sounded like a pistol shot, and was just as stunning.

"I don't know who you think you are, young man, but you will NOT use such language around me, is that clear?"

"Yes, Mrs. Macmillan". I really felt like I was back in her classroom now!

Jen stirred at the noise of the argument. Mrs. Macmillan simply looked down at her, back at me, and in a much more composed tone said "Well, you removed it, you put it back."

Now I was in for it - Jen had never let me play in there before - she'd always considered anal sex to be painful and un-natural, and the one time we had tried it years before had been disastrous.

"Jen really doesn't like it like that, Mrs. Macmillan," I finally managed to say. "She'll be pissed at me if I do that".

"Not with me here, boy. Or perhaps you'd like to take it in her place?"

That did it for me - after all I had removed it from her arse, so putting it back seemed not so unreasonable, compared to getting it up my own virgin passage!

I fished down beside the bed and found the big black dong that I had removed, and grabbed a tube of Astroglide out of the night stand, greasing up the black cock liberally. With Jennifer still laying on her stomach it was easy to gently part her cheeks and get some lube onto her crinkled little hole. Tentatively I spread it around with my middle finger, slipping in just a little to make sure she was properly lubricated, half expecting her to jump up off the bed and scream at me for invading that forbidden avenue.

I was blown away when she moaned as my finger dipped into her arse, something I certainly wasn't expecting.

Emboldened, and almost forgetting that Mrs. Macmillan was in the room behind me, I held Jens arse cheeks apart with one hand while slowly introducing the head of the excessively proportioned rubber cock to her relaxing butt hole, gently pushing and twisting until the "glands" pushed past her ring and was an inch or so into her.

More moaning came from the other end of the bed, matched only by the satisfactory murmurs I could hear behind me.

"See, she likes it. Give her a little more."

So I did. Slowly I pushed, pulled, twisted, and jiggled the massive silicone phallus until it was pretty much all buried into my wife. All the time it was going in she moaned more, and looking below my hands at her swollen pussy lips I could see a little trickle of lubricant leaking out and down over her clit into her pubic hair. 

With the dildo firmly embedded deep in my wife's butt, I looked back at Mrs. Macmillan to make sure she was happy. The subtle smile on those lips left me in no doubt that I was doing the right thing, and I thought (albeit briefly) that if I felt Mrs. Macmillan's pussy at the moment it would probably be as wet as Jennifer's.

"Now, fuck her with it - HARD". The sexual tension in the room could have been cut with a knife, the lascivious gleam in Mrs. Macmillan's eyes, the achingly hard cock sticking out in front of me, my wife's gorgeous bum cheeks parted in front of me, and the tail end of a huge black dildo poking up out of her hole. I didn't need to be asked twice, as Mrs. Macmillan moved around to the side of the bed, finding a better viewing position.

With a little squeeze of lube down where dildo met her strained flesh, I took a firm hold on the end of the fake cock, and gently pulled it almost all the way out, to the point where I could feel the resistance of the cock head just inside her arse. Then I put some serious weight behind it and in a long smooth motion gave the entire length to Jen, pausing at the end of the down stroke for only a second or so before pulling it back out at the same pace.

In again, a bit harder, a bit faster, and Jen resumed consciousness with a ragged gasp for air, followed closely with a "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" and an attempt to rise up off the bed to stop me.

Mrs. Macmillan pushed her back down to the bed, and pulled her arms back up the bed away from where they were trying to bat the cock from her bum.

"None of that language, thank you" said Mrs. Macmillan. "And anyway, I told him to do this. He was stupid enough to remove it from your bottom after I left a couple of hours ago, so now I told him to put it back in."

"You ... What ... NOOOOO!!!" I hadn't stopped the assault on my wife's puckered butt, and I wasn't sure if she was angry at me or Mrs. Macmillan or both.

"Relax Jennifer - this won't stop until you climax!". Jennifer raised her head and just looked at Mrs. Macmillan for a few seconds before she put her head back into the pillow and started moaning. Then she started pushing back on my hand, urging me on.

Mrs. Macmillan released her, and came back towards my end of the bed, placing her hand on mine holding the cock and feeling me fuck my wife. Then she let her hand move under mine, and between Jens legs. Her arm started moving, Jen started moaning louder, and though I couldn't see it I'd be willing to be that Mrs. Macmillan was playing with her pussy, masturbating Jen to help get her closer.

It didn't take long before Jen was pounding back towards me, whether on to Mrs. Macmillan's hand or mine I wasn't sure, but the low moans became excited shrieks, culminating in quite possibly the wettest, loudest, longest orgasm that I had ever seen her have.

Her climax subsiding, Jen moved forward on the bed, taking the dildo (still firmly embedded) with her. Mrs. Macmillan gently took the end and slowly extracted the offending phallus from my wife's hitherto most private of places, the head coming out with an audible "pop" followed by another moan from Jen. It was amazing to see how wide open her arse was, seeing her stretched ring slowly contracting back to a near normal size. Mrs. Macmillan handed me the toy and told me to go and give it a good cleaning.

I disappeared into the bathroom and gave the dildo a thorough scrubbing, occasionally hearing Mrs. Macmillan and Jennifer talking in the room.

Heading back into the bedroom I saw Jennifer sitting up in the bed, leaning back into the pillows which had been mounded up behind her. Still nude, her knees were drawn up and well separated, and she was gently playing with her clit and labia, stroking, pulling, and pinching at herself languidly, apparently not in a hurry to climax again, but enjoying her own ministrations regardless. Mrs. Macmillan was seated at the end of the bed with a clear view up the bed to Jens pussy. Seeing the misty gleam over Mrs. Macmillan's eyes, if I hadn't of known better I would have sworn that Jennifer was putting on a show for her! 

I just waited at the foot of the bed, near Mrs. Macmillan, enthralled by the movement of my wife's hands up and down her slit, occasionally dipping into her pussy to lubricate her fingers then swirling up to her clit to rub it with gentle circling motions, and then back to her lips again.

Mrs. Macmillan didn't turn to look at me, but addressed me nonetheless.

"Michael, Jennifer understands now why she had to go through that, don't you Jennifer?"

"Mmmmm mmm" Jen murmured, her eyes heavily lidded as she continued to play with herself.

"Considering you were the cause of her torment, I think it is only fair that you be the cause of more pleasure for her, don't you? Get up on this bed and get to work with that tongue of yours."

Getting up, she took the dong out of my hands, making way on the bed for me to get on, moving so I was stretched out along the bed on my stomach, bringing my face close to Jens dripping, puffy, lips. This close I could see a wet patch on the bed directly under her butt, obviously caused by her high state of arousal and her digital dexterity.

Flattening my tongue I started with long, slow strokes from right next to her anus up to her clit, giving the nubbin a gentle swirl with my tongue, echoing what she had been doing with her fingers, She removed her hands and placed them into my hair, drawing my face in tighter to her engorged lips, forcing my tongue as deep as possible into her sex when whenever it ventured near to her hole.

Raising her legs, she crossed her ankles behind my head, her feet resting on my shoulder blades. This put her pussy at an odd angle, sort of tilted upwards, so I got up to my knees to be able to keep licking that wonderful flesh.

I barely noticed a cool pooling sensation across my own anus, but I sure as hell felt it when something invaded my virgin ring. Jens legs locked me in tighter, and pressure was placed on my lower back, the net effect being that while I was struggling, I wasn't getting anywhere, especially not away from the searing pain in my arse.

"Keep eating your wife, boy." 

There was no doubt that anything less than complete compliance would meet with an unfavorable response, so my tongue stayed out but I didn't move my head, concentrating as I was in trying to push the anal intrusion out.

"We decided that as you had given your wife a serious fucking in her bum, a punishment for not doing as you were told earlier, it was only fair that you should experience the same punishment."

Inwardly I groaned - I'd been probably a little harder on Jennifer than I'd needed, all at the urging of Mrs. Macmillan, but that wouldn't matter if Jen was going to be on the controlling end of the dildo!

"Now, keep paying attention to your wife's pretty little snatch - as soon as she cums again this stops." and with a quick extra squeeze of the lube tube Mrs. Macmillan started filling my arse completely.

The pain was indescribable, and tears welled in my eyes as I felt my ring stretched seemingly to breaking point, and a huge pressure building behind my stomach. The pressure stopped increasing, my burning anus started to cool a little and I realised that Mrs. Macmillan was pulling the silicone invader back out.

I tried to keep lapping at Jens lips, but it really was the last thing on my mind, especially when Mrs. Macmillan started to increase the tempo with which my arse was being fucked. Sometimes smooth, sometimes not, sometimes twisting, sometimes just rammed all the way in or pulled out quickly, thankfully keeping the thing lubed. This had never been a fantasy of mine, and despite everything I had ever read saying that the pain goes away and the whole thing becomes pleasurable, I couldn't see how that was going to happen. 

This FUCKING hurt, my arse felt like molten metal had been poured into it, my cock had shriveled up into an insignificant little button that was busily trying to retract itself into my body, and to make matters worse Mrs. Macmillan was giving me the occasional slap on the butt as she drove this thing into me.

This was NEVER going to end, but through the mists of pain I realised that Jens pussy was literally dripping, that she was getting turned on beyond belief, and so maybe there was a chance after all. Her hand snaked down in front of my face, spreading her fat pussy lips wide, letting me get my tongue as far into her as possible at the start of each stroke that would end at her clit. She was humping her fanny up into my face as I was being pushed down into it from the thrusting at my back door. Getting wetter and wetter I KNEW she was about to cum.

Mrs. Macmillan must have realised it to, because she told Jen to put her hands behind her head - immediately causing her climax to slow down as I wasn't able to get as deep into her as I had been. Then Mrs. Macmillan's lubricated hand was reaching in front of me, locating my shriveled manhood, and teasing it back into its rightful place.

With Jen spread in front of me, and my cock being played with, it didn't take me long to get hard again, in spite of the reaming I was taking up the arse, which seemed to have slackened off as Mrs. Macmillan was concentrating on my cock. Jen brought both her hands down and spread herself as wide as possible, and I didn't hesitate in shoving my tongue as deep into her as possible, and keeping it there, lapping and poking into her more private recess. 

I felt the onset of her orgasm just moments before her knees clamped together HARD around my head, effectively muffling her cries as she rode the energy wave that was her release. As she relaxed her legs Mrs. Macmillan was still frigging away at my arse, but now she was full-fledged pumping my cock, faster and faster. I'd lost all consideration of who she was and how I knew her - frankly I was so enmeshed in the sensations that it could have been anyone or just about anything jacking me off, but I felt the familiar tension way down deep in my nuts, slowly-slowly making it's way to the surface.

A few minutes later I did cum, but it was more of a little dribble than the jetting results that I had experienced earlier - there are limits to any man, and it seemed mine had been more than reached, considering how much I had already cum today, and the fact that my butt was being fucked by a big black dildo. Mrs. Macmillan had it all over her hand when she reached between us and ran her fingers all over Jens sopping pussy, mingling our juices as she teased Jennys lips apart.

The withdrawal of the dildo was another experience that I hope I never go through again - when I had cum I had clamped down rather hard on the big rubber cock, with the effect that it seemed my butt didn't want to let go of it - and at that moment I understood why Mrs. Macmillan had wanted it to be left in Jens arse until she was ready to remove it.

Mrs. Macmillan took it away into the bathroom and cleaned it while I finished licking at Jen as she came to another, final, little orgasm, little squirts of her joy juice adding to the mess on the bed.

When Mrs. Macmillan came back she had a very self-satisfied smile on her face, the big black cock was nowhere to be seen, and she told us we had done very well. Thinking back, it was a testament to how far things had progressed that we both glowed with pride at her words, basking in the warmth of her praise.

It was mid-evening by this point, but we were both physically and emotionally drained, so when Mrs. Macmillan told us to relax and get some sleep while she let herself out neither of us argued. A simple "Thank you Dorothy" from Jennifer was met with a gently "You're welcome, Dear." from Dorothy Macmillan as she walked from the room.

Any thoughts of an evening meal faded into obscurity as sleep took first Jennifer, contented murmuring as I gently played with a hard nipple, and then me, wrapped in each others arms and decidedly content.

To Be Continued